Three hundred and fifty-eight chapters are enemies all over the world
The white-browed old man slowly opened his eyes and frowned slightly. At this time, he was the only one who breathed a sigh of relief, because he had made a breakthrough. He was the first to come out and absorbed the most energy in the Qinghua Pool, and
He is also the one with the fastest improvement in strength, so he should have the last laugh.
"It's not your fault again, is it?"
Huang Quan cast his gaze on Fang Xiu, his eyes dark and filled with resentment.
Only his face looked calm and content, there was definitely something fishy about this guy.
“So what if it is, so what if it’s not?”
Fang Xiu said unhurriedly, staring at Huang Quan, this guy clearly wanted to fight with him to the end.
"You are so shameless, and now I will kill you with my own hands as a warning to others!"
Huang Quan hates Fang Xiu deeply. He had an old grudge before, but now he is even more tense.
"Then give it a try. If I don't chop the peach blossoms for you, my surname will not be Hu!"
Hu was angry because his eldest brother's life and death was his life and death. This underworld was by no means a good bird. The hatred between them had long gone beyond that.
Everyone knows what Huang Quan is thinking. At least Fang Xiu is always prepared. If Huang Quan is not eliminated, Fang Xiu will also feel uneasy.
"A group of rabble-rousers, even if they haven't broken through to the middle stage of King Wu, want to kill you, just like picking something out of a bag."
Huang Quan pointed directly at Fang Xiu, punched hard, used thunderous methods, and had a domineering momentum.
Huang Quan has been famous for a long time and has good fighting prowess. Although he has not broken through to the middle stage of King Wu, his strength is still terrifying. Fang Xiu did not dare to neglect. Their fists and fists were exchanged, and the two people fought extremely fiercely.
Huang Quan still had the upper hand, and the surging fists kept coming down, so Fang Xiu did not dare to slack off. He marched step by step, charging with his sword, and never held back.
The strength of the True Martial Realm Dzogchen is also much stronger than before, and the combat power has been restored. Fang Xiu is still fighting steadily against Huang Quan. This time Fang Xiu has inspired the violent fighting spirit in his heart, determined to fight with Huang Quan.
Higher or lower.
The two fought wildly, Fang Xiu's fighting power was astonishing, the weak faced the strong, everyone watching was shocked.
"I didn't expect that after not seeing him for a long time, he would be able to fight against Huang Quan. He is really talented."
The old man with white eyebrows murmured in a low voice, and he also admired Fang Xiu very much. The two had a gentleman's agreement to protect him into the mountains. Unexpectedly, after such a long time, Fang Xiu's combat power has greatly increased, and he no longer cares about hell.
Although Huang Quan has always been in an advantageous state in the battle between the two, Fang Xiu's fighting power is also very fierce. The man and sword merged into one to kill the King of Wu in anger, and the scene was extremely heated.
Huang Quan frowned and looked unhappy, because he didn't expect Fang Xiu to be able to draw with him. He was no longer satisfied with Fang Xiu's simple suppression. He wanted to break him into pieces.
Huang Quan occupies the absolute initiative, holding the death sickle in his hand, the cold light is breathtaking, and the slender blade is suffocating.
"This is Huang Quan's Essence Scythe! It is said that it can harvest people's souls. I don't know if it is true or not!"
An Seqi said in a deep voice, the cold light of the Essence Seizing Scythe shone in everyone's eyes, and when the sharp edge came out, there was a faint feeling that it was competing with the Tyrant Sword.
"The Scythe of Essence comes from the Netherworld Ghost Realm and kills thousands of souls, so it has this title. It is commonly known as the Death Reaper."
The man in green robe had cold eyes and said calmly.
For a moment, the battle between Fang Xiu and Huang Quan fell into a stalemate again, but the edge of the Tyrant Sword remained the same, but in terms of strength, Fang Xiu still suffered a loss. The Sickle of Essence flashed with its edge, causing Fang Xiu
The trouble is not small, the cunning Huang Quan, with a sneer on his lips, approaches Fang Xiu in a series of fierce battles, full of unparalleled domineering.
The Tyrant Sword is fierce and blazing, while the Essence Seizing Scythe is cunning and insidious. The two seem to be facing each other head-on, but in fact, there are strange things everywhere. Huang Quan, who has the upper hand, has put great pressure on Fang Xiu.
"No, we can't sit still and wait for death. The big brother is in a worrying situation now. If we work together to get rid of him, Huang Quan will die."
Hu Wei could no longer sit still. The Essence Reaver Scythe was really terrifying. He could never let his eldest brother bear it alone. Once Huang Quan gained power, no one would have a good life.
Hu Wei and An Seqi rushed towards Huangquan one after the other. In the fierce battle, they must not let their eldest brother get hurt.
Fang Xiu also fought and retreated. Although he seemed to be struggling, he still had enough strength left. Who would win or lose was still unknown. Hu Wei and An Seqi were worried that something might change, which would be detrimental to him. The three of them joined forces to defend against the enemy.
The situation was stabilized instantly.
The Sickle of Essence swept through thousands of troops. Hu Wei and An Seqi were unable to blunt its sharpness. However, with Fang Xiu's Tyrant Sword, the three of them were still able to fight back and forth with Huang Quan. The Scythe of Essence allowed
Hu Wei and An Seqi had a headache. Every time the edge fell, they not only had to go all out, but the Essence-Seizing Scythe had a great impact on their mental strength. The invisible edge that captured essence,
It seemed to be a shock to their hearts and minds, and they had to concentrate.
The waves were turbulent and anything but easy. Hu Wei and An Seqi's faces were gloomy, and they were retreating steadily. Fang Xiu's power dominated the front line. At this time, Fang Xiu also noticed something unusual.
My own performance against the Essence Reaver Scythe was fine, and there was no difference. However, when Hu Wei and An Seqi faced the Essence Reaver Scythe's attack, their heads were as big as a bucket and they had splitting headaches.
"Hmph! My Essence Seizing Scythe, the mental attack feels uncomfortable, isn't it? The gathering of thousands of souls, the regeneration of Essence Seizing, and the mental waves are simply not something you guys can resist."
Huang Quan's self-confidence stems from the Essence Scythe. Over the years, he has been invincible and decisive in killing, all thanks to the Essence Scythe. Even Hu Wei and An Seqi were defeated and retreated steadily. It can be seen that this Essence Scythe
, definitely difficult to deal with.
The three of them fought fiercely, but struggled to move forward. Fang Xiu ignored the mental oppression of the Essence Scythe and stood up, blocking one wave after another for Hu Wei and An Seqi.
"Brother, this guy's Essence Scythe has the effect of a spiritual attack! We can't stop it."
Hu Wei gritted his teeth and said, feeling extremely mental pain, the Essence Seal was invincible, and the wave after wave of attacks also made Huang Quan extremely confident.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on!"
Fang Xiu said in a low voice, the sword edge rose again, as violent as a dragon, like wind and clouds, the destructive sword energy tore apart the surrounding space, the power of the Tyrant Sword made no one dare to underestimate it.
The white-browed old man, Shi Yuting, Hu Feifei and the green-robed man were all shocked. The Essence-Seizing Scythe flew wildly and bombarded wildly. With its strong strength, Huang Quan still sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.
"Open Heaven Style! Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
Fang Xiu struck out with heavy fists, with full firepower, and the Six Paths of Overlord Sword Technique soared straight up into the clouds, opening up the heaven and earth. Huang Quan's mind was at one, the sickle was dancing wildly, and his energy was calm.
"Destiny Harvest!"
Afterimages of scythes shot up through the sky, fighting against the Tyrant Sword without any loss. The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves shook the entire Golden Palace.
Knives and swords intertwined wildly, swords were flying in chaos, cold light was rising one after another, and the two figures were constantly colliding. The feeling of planets colliding was very exciting, but the outcome was still difficult to determine the winner.
Huang Quan's face is already filled with a sinister look. If it continues like this, where will his face go? As a famous soul reaper in Nordic City, Huang Quan's reputation is quite good, but now
Now that he can't even deal with a small person in the True Martial Realm, who else will be afraid of him after word spreads?
The Scythe of Essence has never slacked off or failed. Huang Quan's body skills are as tricky as a ghost. The overwhelming power of the Tyrant Sword is no real threat in his eyes, because Fang Xiu's own strength is too weak.
It is difficult for a woman to make a meal without rice. If his strength does not reach the level of King Wu, he will definitely not be able to pose any threat to himself. The Sickle of Essence failed to pose a threat to Fang Xiu's mental power. Huang Quan is also extremely puzzled, but even so, he still
No one can make him surrender. This battle will end with his death.
The white-browed old man kept himself safe, Shi Yuting was alone, motionless as a mountain, and Hu Feifei was also very calm. No one wanted to get involved. After all, Huangquan was not easy to mess with.
In a duel involving tens of thousands of people, there are only a few of them left in the Golden Palace. Who is not a monkey spirit? No one will sacrifice their lives for others at this time unless their own vital interests are involved.
Fang Xiu also knew very well that the only one he could rely on was himself.
After being unable to attack for a long time, Huang Quan was angry in his heart. He originally didn't want to use his trump card, but it seemed that he couldn't use it at this time. Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to get off the stage today. There was also the ninth floor of the Golden Palace, and he definitely wouldn't do it.
I can continue to waste time on Fang Xiu.
"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's go to the front and have a look. What treasures are there on the ninth floor of Jiuhe Hall? We can't come here in vain. We have experienced nine deaths. Wouldn't it be unfair if we didn't even get this little gain?"
Hu Feifei said with a smile.
"You don't care about him?"
The man in green robe looked at Hu Feifei.
"He can't die. What we have to do is to protect ourselves first. Brother Liu, I can't lose you."
Hu Feifei said in a deep voice, but at the critical moment, she was very decisive, cut off her robe and broke off the relationship with Hu Wei directly.
The white-browed old man also quickly moved away from this place and headed towards the passage behind Qinghua Pond.
The Tsinghua Pond has dried up and the white osmanthus trees have withered. There is no point for them to stay here. The fight between Fang Xiu and Huang Quan just gives them the opportunity to move on. After all, the less people get the treasure, the better. Until the last moment, who will
I don’t know what is at the end of Jiuhe Hall.
The ninth floor may be the last floor. No matter how many treasures there are, they should all be here.
Qiu Jiu is known as the ultimate thief. He can even steal the Tsinghua Pool in the Shangqing Palace. This shows how perverted this guy is.
Shi Yuting's eyes were fiery, her strength had just been broken through, and her fighting spirit was in full swing. She didn't want to waste time here, so she had better enter the ninth floor as soon as possible to find out what was going on.
Seeing that the four people had left, Huang Quan became even more nervous. If he didn't solve the problem as soon as possible, wouldn't all the good things be taken away?
"Come back to me, don't even think about leaving!"
Huang Quan's eyes were fiery and murderous. At this time, he had no intention of letting anyone go in this golden palace.
Only by killing them all can he sit back and relax. What he has to do is make the whole world his enemy.
Huang Quan took hold of it, and a green copper lamp appeared in his hand. In the copper lamp, the flames kept beating, like a figure dancing alone.