Under this "kill" roar, Zhan Beiao's body was filled with evil energy, the veins on his fists were tense, and the mysterious energy behind him surged like a raging flood. The head of a ferocious blood-headed war lion appeared on his chest.
He raised his arm suddenly and issued a challenge in a condescending and unquestionable tone: "I, in the name of a dragon fighting an iron-blooded man, challenge you."
Anyone who is familiar with Zhan Beiao knows that he loves fighting, especially when he meets a master. No matter what status or level of cultivation the opponent is, he treats them equally in his eyes. Even when he faced Long
The same is true for Long Ao Shi, the Heavenly Protector of the Zhan Empire and a master of the Alchemy Realm.
Seeing that Zhan Beiao insisted on fighting, Xie San sneered in his heart and ordered the remaining members behind him to wait and see what would happen.
Fa Xiaoyi, on the other hand, looked gloomy and neither ran away nor retreated. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.
The Blood Prison Army retreated collectively, leaving a clear space. No one knew what the next battle would be like.
Lierou and the others looked at each other, wondering what the relationship between this old master who appeared halfway and Yue Jinghua was.
Lierou couldn't help but ask Hongling in a low voice: "When did Hua'er become a master?"
Hong Ling faltered for a while, not knowing how to explain. Where did the master behind the young lady come from? But who imitated this lifelike old man's voice? Where is the young lady now after she escaped from prison?
"Ouch, this is a big deal now, Sin Parrot, look at you, you are going to show off, this lunatic Zhan Beiao wants to challenge you, no, he wants to challenge the earthly evil and ugly. Tsk, tsk, that is the Blood Hell Lion, the peak of Tianxuan
The leader among the younger generation. You are fierce and ugly, you'd better not worry about the few people in the Jingxin Institute and teleport away first," Pinjin Can saw Sha Fei appear and thought that all the people who came to the Jingxin Institute will no longer have their lives.
The danger.
It turns out that the old man who was relying on his old age and showing off was just Yue Jinghua who was talking through Sin Nautilus.
Pinjin Silkworm had just finished speaking, but he felt something strange all over his body.
Yue Jinghua, who was originally sitting cross-legged in the sea of ink-like stars and communicating with Sin Parrot, suddenly opened his eyes after hearing this.
His heartbeat was speeding up and his blood was surging like a waterfall, as if he was affected by Zhan Beiao's evil spirit.
That influence also comes from the dark and blocked evil spirit of Senluohai.
Killing, fighting, no one can stop the uncontrollable murderous intention rushing in her body.
After enduring for a night, experiencing several days of imprisonment, and still retaining a large amount of evil energy in his body that had nowhere to vent, the evil energy around Yue Jinghua's body exploded at this moment.
No one can stop it, not even Zhan Beiao.
Outside Liejia Fort, everyone was waiting with bated breath for the hidden old man to show up. It would be a rare opportunity for the strong to show off.
Boom, a dazzling white light suddenly brightened from somewhere, just like the North Star that tore through the darkness of dawn, the brightness was so sudden and startling.
"!!" Zhan Beiao was the first to feel the evil intention, such a similar evil spirit, and the killing flames like stars.
It’s Killing Flame!
All the remaining members, including Xie San, were all shocked. It was a killing flame that could only be cultivated by a very small number of elites in the Assassin League. Only true strong assassins who had experienced the baptism of blood could cultivate such a pure killing flame.
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Could it be said that the old man is also related to the Assassin's League?
Xie San suddenly felt scruples in his heart. If Yue Jinghua really became the disciple of this old man, then the subsequent pursuit would be extremely difficult.
"Keng--"
The great sword hanging in mid-air, after remaining still for most of the night, at this moment, let out a deep groan like water.
The air twisted into ripples, and the big sword danced out of the air, drawing a moving sword flower, and then pointed the tip of the sword diagonally towards the ground.
At that moment, although no one was seen, everyone could clearly imagine a scene of a master wielding a sword with extraordinary grace in their minds.
"..." Qing Pu curled his lips. People in the world are ignorant, and they don't realize that this person is just a newcomer who has just learned the sword and is only a little better than the pig butcher.
Tengdi, Aobei Zhan's feet, faster than lightning, stronger than the wind, the man has turned into a ferocious beast that pounces on his prey.
He judged the general position of the "old man" by the force of his sword, and the two bloody fists in his hands instantly shot out countless fist shadows.
The shadow of the fist made a loud sound, as if thousands of soldiers and horses were crossing the border.
Aobei fought quickly, but the old man who had been hiding and refusing to show up was very slow.
Even people like Lie Rou who are not familiar with mystical power can clearly see the old man's movements.
He raised his sword and pushed it forward in an ordinary way. Even the street performers could do it more skillfully than him.
"Be careful," Lie Rou didn't know why, but her heart tightened at this moment. In her heart, this old man who claimed to be her daughter's master seemed to have become like her family.
"Swish, swish, swish," after the old man's sword was pushed out, a phantom appeared next to the sword. The phantom split into two, and the two split into four. Just as he slowly pushed the sword to use the fist, at an astonishing speed,
Dozens of sword shadows appeared.
There are all things in the world, and there are all phenomena, there are truths, and there are illusions.
Salman's snake girl illusion is a kind of illusion.
If the illusion comes true, it will have the same power as the real thing. It is said that if you refine the sword to a high level, you can transform it into thousands of sword images.
One sword is an image. Those who have cultivated to the level of sword master can even use one sword to transform into countless sword images. One sword can slaughter thousands of armies.
"Sword Elephant!" Qin Gang and others took a breath of air. They had long expected that the old man was very strong, but they never expected that he would be this strong.
Once the sword image was completed, it was as continuous as cloud energy, blocking all Zhan Beiao's fists.
Suddenly, the big sword disappeared out of thin air and appeared behind Zhan Beiao. The sword light was like white steel, and it fell heavily. The sword energy caused Zhan Beiao's helmet to break instantly, and it was about to hit Zhan Beiao.
's back.
"Light of Blood Hell, Yu," the blood lion remnant on Zhan Beiao's chest became even redder, and a red purgatory lion helmet seemed to grow out of his body, immediately covering his back and face.
, limbs and knees and other key positions.
Zhan Bei'ao has experienced hundreds of battles. Although the old man's strange swordsmanship made him a little confused for a while, his advantage as a peak Tianxuan expert was fully displayed at this moment.
"Rat, suffer death," Zhan Beiao roared angrily, and was about to deliver the final blow, fighting to the death with the old man behind him.
"Bei Ao, save me," the woman's trembling voice came unexpectedly at this moment.
Concubine Sha's beautiful face turned pale, and Fa Xiaoyi had already restrained Concubine Sha. His face was gloomy, and he was holding a weird black hairpin in his hand, aiming it at Concubine Sha's throat.