The young military sage looked up at the sky. The white peacock wings that covered the sky really bothered him, so he smiled slightly and said, "Nan Qingfeng, do you think too highly of yourself?"
As he spoke, he punched out with his left hand, and immediately struck out with a blow that was comparable to that of a martial artist in the Rebirth Realm, shattering the sword energy swung by Fu Sheng. Then he pointed his bright silver gun towards the sky, and his body soared up, and his whole body was filled with this strong military murderous aura.
, wisps of blood-colored art of war runes lingered on the bright silver gun, and the tip of the gun just collided with the tip of Nan Qingfeng's sword.
There was a loud noise, and a golden shock wave exploded in the sky. The entire Sword Town Tower was buzzing and shaking, while Nan Qingfeng in the air looked slightly pale. After a head-on collision with the opponent, he realized how powerful the military saint was.
The tip of the sword almost collapsed, and his body was driven back continuously by the powerful and majestic murderous aura of the soldier.
The champion did not stop, his spear light soared into the sky, piercing the sky. At the same time as he soared into the sky, a series of golden spells of military cavalry rose into the sky, directly wiping out all the peacock wings and feathers on the dome.
Tear it apart, and this is equivalent to actually breaking through a small world in Nanqing Fengqi, which shocked his body and soul not a little bit.
"you……"
Nan Qingfeng stood with his sword hanging in the air, and hurriedly swung out more than ten swords. At the same time, he raised his fingers, and the wings and feathers after small formations flew into the air, turning into golden lights to kill the opponent.
Huo Piaoyao didn't care about that. After killing through the dome, he returned straight down, punched out, and turned into a fist that filled the sky, smashing all Nan Qingfeng's sword light and wings, and then twisted his body
Stopping in the air, Fu Sheng condensed a blood-colored war shield with his left hand. For a moment, Fu Sheng's dozens of wild attacks with the long sword were all blocked by the shield.
"It's my turn!"
The moment the shield dissipated, Huo Piaoyao's spear shot out like a dragon out of the sea.
"Well done!"
Fu Sheng chuckled and flipped the slips gently in his hand. Suddenly, strands of golden text opened like a fishing net. In the blink of an eye, the bright silver gun was tightly entangled in the air. He smiled slightly and said: "The reckless man is after all.
A reckless man is still a reckless man no matter how powerful he is, and a champion will eventually be in the past, and what should be dispersed with the wind should be dispersed with the wind."
"Oh, is it so?"
Huo Piaoyao couldn't help but laugh. He flipped the wrist of his right hand holding the gun slightly, and suddenly the whole bright silver gun whirled sharply. Wisps of military artistic conception spread, and in the blink of an eye, all Fu Sheng's golden words were shattered. He smiled slightly and said: "You
As a demon clan, there is nothing wrong with learning. You have to learn to be a scholar. Even if your character is worthy of reading the books of our human sages, can you understand? It’s just a matter of being a monkey!"
Fu Sheng had a smile on his face, but he had long had a strong murderous intention in his heart. What he hated most in his life was the four words "monkey wearing a crown". As a demon monk who was born as a deer demon, he was once a scholarly sect in ancient times.
There is a deer in the back garden who has been listening to the sound of books all year round and has been influenced by the fragrance of books. In fact, he has long considered himself to be a reader and deeply believes that he has thoroughly read the principles in the book. Otherwise, why would he be able to enter the thirteenth year of his life?
territory?
"Nan Qingfeng!"
Fu Sheng's eyes were cold: "Let's fight, don't hold back anymore!"
As he spoke, Fu Sheng directly took out a life slip, and stirred up a water pattern full of words. He immediately stepped on the water pattern, and the long sword was wrapped with the artistic conception of the words, and fell with a sword on Huo Panyao's head.
, and Nan Qingfeng also took off one of his life wings, and with a thought in mind, he opened his hands, formed a bow from the void, and shot his life wings towards the opponent's back.
How terrifying would it be for the two major thirteen realms to use their natal objects to attack at the same time?!
However, the young military sage frowned and remained unmoved at all. He just waved the bright silver spear, wrapped in a killing aura, and raised his own murderous aura again and again. It seemed that the murderous aura contained in his body was inexhaustible. The spear danced wildly,
Blocking Fu Sheng's long sword and knocking Nan Qingfeng's natal wings away, the two thirteen realms tried their best, but he did not fight.
In terms of strength, Huo Piaoyao has been completely crushed. He is a real Thirteenth Realm, fighting against two major Thirteenth Realms!
…
Not far away, Lin Zhao stood on the red leaves of Feijian, hiding in a jungle on the top of the mountain, watching the battle nearby. He knew that Brother Huo must be the key to this battle. If Brother Huo loses, the chain reaction will be very serious, so
He must come here, and he must help when he can, especially his flying sword Haoran, whose natal magical power is very powerful, maybe it will really be useful.
He gently rubbed Haoran in his sleeve, and the tip of the sword was as warm and moist as the old gentleman Qin Suihan. He spoke of a gentleman and treated him as warm as jade.
However, what Lin Zhao didn't expect was that Brother Huo would be so fierce, pressing down the two thirteen realms of the demon clan with a bright silver gun, and the murderous intent was still increasing step by step. In terms of combat power, in fact,
Huo Piaoyao's strength is higher than that of her aunt Lin Xingchu. Compared with Xiaojiuer, Miss Lin is also better.
However, he still didn't leave because he was worried.
Why did the Monster Clan suddenly launch this attack and killing battle? Is it just because all eleven sword-suppressing towers are about to be completed? Impossible. If they wanted to fight, they should have fought long ago. They wouldn't wait until now. That means the Monster Clan
What he is waiting for is another opportunity, but what this opportunity is, Lin Zhao can't figure it out, and he can't make sense. When the manpower will eventually be exhausted, at this time, he can do nothing but try to imagine as many compensation measures as possible to patch up the plans of the entire human race.
To supplement, to add firewood and fire.
Further away, a rather large River God Temple is about to be built. Now only the last few side buildings are left, and a beam has been erected in one of the side houses. At this time, a young man in red is sitting on the beam.
The injuries on his face and arms were still not healed, but he was sitting on the beam looking at the battlefield in the distance, but there was no trace of the youthful nature in his eyes.
"snort!"
He sneered: "What a powerful champion. With the thirteenth level of military strategist and a martial artist in the rebirth level, he can suppress Fu Sheng and Nan Qingfeng, a loser. It's really amazing."
He frowned, a little complacent, and could hardly suppress the soaring demonic energy deep in his body. Even the things in his ears were about to start, but he did not act impulsively. The master was right, no matter how powerful a demonic monk is,
What he can do is to use his brain instead of acting recklessly. He should learn more from Yu Zhi and make decisions before taking action.
The fighting power of this champion is indeed great, and he can indeed kill him with his own strength, but... it is not necessary. If you want to kill the champion, you will inevitably be injured, and it may be seriously injured, so if you can kill him without bloodshed,
Killing the champion is his first choice.
At this time, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He turned around and looked at the middle-aged warrior sitting on the stone bridge not far away. One of the commanders of the Snowy Tianchi, the man named Xiang Ji, was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.
Do you want to spare his life?
The boy in red was lost in thought.
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Kusong River.
The sword energy in the sky was flowing and spreading everywhere. Lin Wanhua was in the small world of Ning Yuansheng, the great demon of the Thirteenth Realm. Her sword energy was suppressed by at least 20%, but she was never willing to surrender. She held a fairy sword, Jinghua, in front of her.
He flew as fast as a dragonfly on the water, avoiding the attack and killing methods of the four big monsters. At the same time, he continued to draw his sword and blasted sword energy into the air, hoping to use the vast and majestic sword energy to explode Ning Yuansheng's small world.
.
However, a small world created by a demon clan at the peak of the thirteenth realm with the help of forbidden scrolls is too profound. If Lin Wanhua was a sword cultivator at the thirteenth realm, she might have a chance, but she is only at the peak of the twelve realms now.
The gap cannot be ignored. As long as the opponent is not too bad, it doesn't matter if you are a swordsman genius. The gap is just a gap.
"Why bother?"
Ning Yuansheng smiled broadly and said: "Back then, even the Thirteenth Level Great Sword Immortal from Lu Xinghe's side was dead. You, Lin Wanhua, are nothing. You deserve to die!"
Lin Wanhua stepped on the water waves, turned around and slashed at Long Zheng with her sword. At the same time, the flying swords flew out of Yunjian Lake. With a "buzz", they restrained Long Zheng's sword and the three Yunjian Lakes.
"you!"
Long Zheng gritted her teeth. She never expected that Lin Wanhua would actually want to fight back while she was being chased. Wasn't the Lord of the Fusu Great Wall too ambitious? But at this moment, Lin Wanhua had really found the one who wanted to kill her.
Opportunity arose, using herself as bait and flying sword farewell as a restraint, forcefully allowed her to find this opportunity.
The next second, Long Zheng used his natal magical power to cover his body with wisps of hard natal scales. However, he still could not completely block Lin Wanhua's extremely sharp sword. Dragon scales and blood spattered, and Long Zheng's forehead was slashed.
There was a slight sword wound, blood was flowing all over his face, and even his skull was injured.
All women love beauty, and for a moment, Long Zheng was furious!
"Peng!"
She twisted her body, and her natal dharma appeared, and a pale golden dragon's tail appeared behind Lin Wanhua in the electric light and flint, knocking Lin Wanhua upside down and falling into the river.
"No one can save you!"
The twelve-level white-dressed banshee let out a ferocious roar, and shot out densely packed small wings and feathers into the water. Suddenly, a bright red color appeared in the river, and Lin Wanhua's shoulders and legs were injured.
"Wake it up for me!"
Ning Yuansheng roared, and his zodiac sign emerged, turning into a nine-headed lion with its feet on both sides of the bank. Its nine bloody mouths all opened to the river in front of him to swallow the cow. For a moment, the river water in the sky enveloped Lin Wanhua's body and flew up.
, a figure of a twelve-level demon appeared in the water, and shot out a stream of water vines to bind Lin Wanhua's body tightly.
"Do you really think someone can save you?"
Ning Yuansheng looked ferocious: "Is it so difficult to die obediently? Long Zheng, take what you want."
"yes!"
Long Zheng had a cold expression on his face, and rushed out with his sword in hand, heading straight for Lin Wanhua's slender neck.
…
"laugh!"
But at this moment, a huge sword tip pierced the clouds in the sky, and then forcibly split the entire small world of Ning Yuansheng into two from the outside. Following the sword light, a man in a red dress and white shirt fell.
The extremely beautiful woman, with the sword intent all over her body, and a pair of eyes with a faint golden color, sighed softly: "If Lin Wanhua dies, brother Lin Zhao will blame me..."
