(Please give me a monthly recommendation. I had insomnia last night and stayed up all night. I wanted to publish a two-in-one chapter, but I only managed to write one chapter in 5 hours. I feel dizzy.)
puff!
There was a splash of blood, and the demon king's son from the Black Turtle Clan in the North Sea was injured by ice. He almost didn't even let out a scream, and was blown into powder in the air.
"Asshole!"
The young man with golden feathers yelled angrily, his blond hair almost burning. He is the eldest grandson of the Demon Emperor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan. He is an existence that is high enough to be ranked in the upper reaches of the fossil level. He was actually killed under the eyes of others.
The young master was beaten to a pulp, which was a slap in the face.
There is a roc roaring through the sky. This is the "Golden Roc Fist". It is displayed in the hands of the eldest grandson of the demon emperor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan. Compared with Na Luokong, it is infinitely more powerful.
Almost at the moment when the ice wound was beaten into powder, this fist, which was faster than lightning, arrived behind the figure blooming with light.
call!
In an instant, the figure didn't even look at it, but looked back and punched him.
Boom!
It was as if the heavenly war drum was beating. After a punch, the figure that was like a condensed light flashed and appeared in front of the altar. Under the horrified eyes of a group of royal disciples, the golden feather armor was obviously a stronger monster fossil class.
The young expert staggered backwards, plowing the ground with both feet, and retreated more than ten feet before he stood still. One fist was dripping with blood, and the pale golden phalanges were exposed.
"It's you!"
Soon, some of the royal family members exclaimed. When they saw the figure of the person in front of them clearly, they looked in disbelief. It turned out to be this person.
In front of the altar.
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Liu Qingchan's mouth. Looking at the back of the young man in front of her, she hadn't seen him for a few days and it seemed to be a little wider.
Little fairy Su Qinian!
Several Royal Academy disciples also secretly thought in their hearts. Obviously, this little god's skill has deepened. In front of an obviously stronger demon clan fossil-level young master, he killed the ice-damaged Beihai Black Turtle Clan. Then he killed him.
He was knocked back with one punch, and the force shown in his movements was beyond imagination.
Perhaps today, it is not that there is no hope of survival.
This idea lasted a lifetime and soon showed signs of being extinguished, because there were still seven young masters from the demon race who had not taken action, and there was even a taboo figure among them.
Taboo characters are comparable to the top ten on the Dragon and Tiger list. They are called taboos. They are no longer comparable to ordinary young people. Even the little monk Mingjue and the female supreme Xu Ruoyi understand that those in the top ten on the Dragon and Tiger list are
Individuals rarely participate in such so-called experiences of seeking opportunities and fortune. They have their own way and are people who truly implement their own way. They are not limited to creating and performing a second-rate martial arts.
"who are you!"
The demon youth with golden feather armor spoke coldly and stared at Su Qinian in front of the altar. Since his debut, except for a few taboo figures, he has never suffered such a big loss.
"Taoyuan, Wudang Qingyang, Su Qinian."
Taoist temple? Taoist temple again!
The eldest grandson of the demon emperor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan had a serious face. Including the Shaolin disciple just now, the young master of the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace, they are all disciples of the Taoist Academy. Is that place that has fallen into decline resurrected?
"The successor of the Life-breaking Knife turns out to be you."
It’s not like no one knew about the changes in the Han Dynasty’s Chang’an City in recent months. Someone recognized Su Qinian. Among the remaining seven figures, a young man with a knife in his back came out and stood before the demon clan of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.
Around young people.
"Luo Sheng, the successor of the Life-breaking Knife. How about giving it to me?"
The young man holding the knife spoke, and finally the royal family disciples in front of the altar recognized the identity of the young man from the golden-armored demon clan. He was the eldest grandson of the contemporary demon emperor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan in the Kun Divine Kingdom of Beihai, and the younger generation of the demon clan.
One of the few masters in the fossil level.
Even though he already had such an identity, after the young man with the knife behind him spoke, Luo Sheng looked at his broken fist, then took half a step back without saying a word.
Um?
In addition to Su Qinian and Liu Qingchan, even the little monk Mingjue and Xu Ruoyi had their pupils contracted, which could make the demon emperor's eldest grandson give up revenge, which is enough to show that the young man who walked out with the sword at this moment,
More powerful than that.
The demon clan respects the strong and will never show more awe to the opponent just because their bloodline is stronger. Strong force can win everything.
Therefore, Ruxu Ruoyi, a girl as cold as ice, also deeply understood that this trip would probably be difficult to do well.
Although the young master in front of him is strong, even if he has the opportunity to improve his skills in the past few days, he can defeat one or two people, but it is impossible to defeat the remaining seven masters in a row, let alone a forbidden figure among them.
"Eight-armed mantis tribe, Lang Lin!"
The young man holding the sword spoke straight away. He was a demon youth with sharp sword aura emanating from his whole body. His eyebrows were like knives, his eyes were like knives, and his hair was like daggers. In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that the person standing there was not a demon youth, but a demon youth.
It is a sword with a sharp edge.
hiss!
At this moment, even Liu Qingchan's eyes flashed with a dignified look.
The Eight-Armed Tianmang Clan is one of the few powerful imperial clans in the Kunpeng Kingdom of Beihai except for the Kunpeng Royal Family. This clan has extremely few members, even fewer than the Kunpeng clan. There are hardly more than two people in a generation, and they are often passed down by a single lineage.
This is a tyrannical race where one or two people can become the imperial clan.
Lang Lin, the only son of the contemporary eight-armed Tianmantis demon emperor!
There is no doubt that this is a young master whose bloodline talent is second to none in the entire Beihai. In the Eight-Armed Tiantang Clan, which has a difficult time continuing its bloodline, there are almost no exceptions. The descendants of each generation have achieved the minimum achievement of proving the Tao Yuan Shen, step by step.
Entering the realm of the Demon King, and not being an ordinary Demon King, you can at least survive the seven thunder tribulations and enter the realm of great achievements.
How powerful Yuan Shen Dacheng is, looking at the entire territory of the Han Dynasty, he is at least one of the top fifteen outstanding figures on the list of Yuan Shen. His grace is world-famous and he is admired by the world.
The only son of the Demon Emperor!
He is also the only descendant of this generation of the Eight-Armed Mantis Clan!
The breath of all the royal family members was stagnant, and they felt a kind of suffocating pressure. It was not that they liked to appear so weak. In fact, looking at the younger generation, they were definitely not weak, otherwise they would not have been selected to enter the Dragon Tomb Continent to find opportunities.
Fortunately, the demon clan was well prepared this time. Almost half of the younger generation of real masters from Kun Kingdom in Beihai came in. How could they compete with this?
In fact, they also felt extremely humiliated. As descendants of the Han royal family, at this moment, they could only marvel and suffocate on the sidelines. This scene destined to become passers-by was so familiar.
From the past to the present, they have not always been able to take the initiative, and now they can only be reduced to foils.
"Legend has it that in the Qingyang Peak lineage of Wudang in the Great Han Dynasty, the life-breaking sword is an ominous sword. No one has ever lived for more than fifty years, but the sword technique is extremely powerful and can kill the soul in reverse."
Lang Lin spoke, he stared at Su Qinian, his eyes were a little scorching, and said: "I am very curious about how powerful this sword technique that once wreaked havoc in my Beihai is."
"Draw out the sword." Su Qinian said calmly in front of the altar.
This was his response, calm and indifferent, as if he didn't take anything seriously.
"You don't want to draw a knife?"
Lang Lin raised his eyebrows, seeing that this young man didn't seem to have any plans to use the sword for the time being.
"Arrogant!"
Luo Sheng scolded him coldly. He dared to be so scornful in front of the only son of the Demon Emperor of the Eight-Armed Tian Mantis Tribe. He simply didn't know what life and death were.
This is a human boy who was blinded by the achievements in front of him.
It's a pity that he doesn't know how strong Su Qinian is now. After entering the third-rate Dacheng, all the worlds are connected. Except for that taboo character, fossil-level characters may cause some trouble, but they will definitely not be ignored by him.
Su Qinian takes it seriously.
He has enough faith to defeat any opponent in front of him.
However, Lang Lin did not get angry. The only son of the Demon Emperor seemed to have a very good temper. Even though he was as sharp as a knife, the demonic aura was as pure as that of the Kunpeng Emperor's son. Instead of being violent and bloody, he exuded a
There is a pure Taoist charm, which also makes Su Qinian have a lot of changes in his image of the demon clan. It seems that after reaching the cultivation path, they all end up on the same path, and they all have similarities.
"Your body is strong enough, but I'm not as good as you, so I'm going to use my sword."
The emperor of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Mantis Clan spoke very calmly, but Luo Sheng's eyes jumped when he heard it. Many of the royal family's disciples and disciples of the Royal Academy were shocked in their hearts. Even the emperor of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Mantis Clan in Beihai was shocked.
Admitting that his physical body is not as good as his own, how does this young master of the Taoist Academy practice? He is only sixteen years old and has been practicing martial arts for two years, but he is so strong. It is simply beyond the limits of what everyone can understand.
Buzz!
There was the sound of a knife. It was a long knife that could be five feet long and was as green as jade. The blade was slender and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing.
"Heavenly Mantis Sword!"
Lang Lin looked at Su Qinian and said solemnly: "Every member of my Eight-Armed Heavenly Mantis Clan, gifted with blood and magical powers, has condensed the eight-armed Heavenly Mantis Arms into this Heavenly Mantis Sword. Now, I have entered the third level."
In the realm of swords, this is the first sword."
The realm of three swords!
In front of the altar, Liu Qingchan's face became more solemn when he heard the words. The eight-armed mantis clan in the North Sea has four pairs of magical bloodline powers. The demon emperors of the eight-armed mantis clan in the past dynasties have transformed this bloodline magical power into one.
The magical martial arts "Tian Mantis Sword".
The mantis sword will kill all living beings!
This was the comment that Liu Qingchan saw in a manuscript of a former sage in the royal family's secret library, and that manuscript of a former sage was written by an extremely powerful person in the royal family who had achieved the Pure Yang Soul.
The Eight-Armed Tian Mantis Clan, a Tian Mantis Sword, and a Tian Mantis Sword Technique with the Eight Sword Realm. Under the destiny of the quasi-sage, the Demon Emperor of the Eight-Armed Tian Mantis Clan can hardly resist.
At this moment, Lang Lin, the emperor of the eight-armed Heavenly Mantis Tribe, pointed at Su Qinian in the distance with his five-foot Heavenly Mantis Saber, which was as thin as jade and as thin as cicada wings.
At this time, in front of the altar, Su Qinian's eyes scanned one of the remaining six figures in an imperceptible manner. He remained calm but fully alert. (Please give me a monthly recommendation, last night
I have been suffering from insomnia. I haven't slept for ten steps all night. I wanted to publish a two-in-one chapter, but I only managed to write one chapter in 5 hours. I feel dizzy.) (To be continued.)