The light of the sword in front of me moves like clouds and water, and every time the sword falls, it will cause waves and violent winds, as if to tear apart everything, and attack the two great disciples of the Immortal Sect, Zhao Xin and Zhao Shixu, at the same time.
Zhao Shixu was very strong, snorted coldly, the sword light in his hand was fierce, and he faced the sword light head on. Between the two, the air exploded and roared, and yellow sand smoke and dust exploded.
On the other side, Zhao Xin frowned. His expression was stern, and he felt an unusual sense of oppression. He immediately stood up to resist, with the shadow of his gun flying, and resisted dozens of knives in a row. Suddenly, the pressure in front of him relaxed, and he saw that
With a movement of his body, the seventh prince had already swept dozens of steps away and was sitting lazily on the back of a camel, with a playful smile on his lips and eyes filled with disdain and contempt.
"Disciples of the Immortal Sect are nothing more than that."
The sneer was extremely harsh.
Both Zhao Xin and Zhao Shixu looked extremely ugly, especially the latter who was as gloomy as water.
Everyone can see that this Prince Loulan was able to handle the battle with ease just now and completely manipulated Xin and Zhao into the palm of his hand.
"An Lan, you son of a bitch and a traitor!"
Zhao Shixu cursed angrily and called Prince Loulan by his real name. He even spoke more bluntly and said coldly: "You are a human race in vain. You turned to the monster race and practiced evil arts instead. Humph!"
He sneered again, "Using a human body to practice demon clan skills is not tolerated by heaven. You may be proud for a while, but you cannot be proud for the rest of your life. You will be punished by heaven in the future, and you will definitely end up with an extremely tragic end. This is your destiny.
!Throughout the ages, no one can escape this fate!"
With a cold voice, Zhao Shixu mentioned a secret, hoping to use it to dampen the enemy's momentum.
Third-rate warriors compete in moves, second-rate masters compete in techniques, and first-rate strong men compete in each other's ideas.
Zhao Shixu wants to occupy the high point of the road, oppress the opponent, and shake the enemy's moral heart.
"Hahaha, hahaha!"
An Lan, the Prince of Loulan, was sneering. The sarcastic expression on his face was undisguised as he said: "What kind of monster? What kind of devil! It's just that you people in the Immortal Sect are deceiving yourself and others! Isn't the Silver King who rules the Netherworld Forest just a monster?
You and the Chaos Immortal Sect often have contact with each other and have a close friendship. The Yuan Mo Sect has the inheritance of the supreme magic way. After tens of thousands of years, why don't you see the Chaos Immortal Sect coming to crusade? On the contrary, the two have the same spirit.
Lian Zhi and even the cultivation techniques can be borrowed from each other!"
This is undoubtedly a fact, and it is so heavy that it is difficult to fight back.
"snort!"
Zhao Shixu immediately retorted, saying: "Whether it is Yuan Mo Sect or Silver King, although they have bad backgrounds, they have a heart of unity for the world. For thousands of years, they have shared the same enemy with our Immortal Sect, crushing the Xihuang Monster Clan."
This conspiracy has led to the prosperity of the Eastern Region now, how can you compare it to the monsters?!"
"It's ridiculous!"
An Lan sneered again and again, "You and other Immortal Sect disciples don't know right from wrong and are extremely ignorant. The Immortal Sect is the biggest cancer in the Eastern Region. The Chaos Immortal Sect alone is a blood-sucking demon, constantly sucking the life and blood of hundreds of dynasties and empires under its rule.
Nutrients, our ancient country of Loulan has been suffering from drought for many years, and the people are in dire straits, but they still have to pay tribute one after another. I dare not miss even a cent, for fear of destroying the country!"
His face was full of sadness, and he yelled through gritted teeth: "You immortals are the real demons!"
Zhao Shixu looked stunned and said nothing for a long time.
On the other side, Xin Zhao remained silent and calm from beginning to end. He silently opened the template.
Name:Xin Zhao
Cultivation: Fifth level of the secret realm of the physical body
Kung Fu: Heaven and Earth Furnace Magic (Level 1)
Skill points: 83 (can upgrade skills and magical powers)
Xin Zhao frowned, his passive skills and magical powers disappeared, and his skills also changed.
As soon as this thought arose, a systematic voice sounded in my mind.
"In order to adapt to the avenue of this universe, all the techniques, skills, talents and magical powers of all hosts are integrated to create a unique and supreme magical power."
Xin Zhao was slightly startled. After hearing this, he roughly understood that the rules of the avenue between the universe where the League of Legends is located and the world where he is now cultivating immortals are different. In order to allow the host to adapt to the way of heaven, this
A "Heaven and Earth Melting Furnace Divine Art" was born.
As soon as I thought about it, it seemed that the ceremony was completed.
Xin Zhao's body suddenly changed dramatically. He closed his eyes. In an instant, all the true energy in his body disappeared without a trace, and there was no energy fluctuation in his body.
"Hahaha!"
An Lan, who was sitting high up, smiled wildly, "Zhao Shixu, look at your junior brother who has been frightened by this prince and has given up resistance. You should quickly surrender and capture him. Maybe this prince can spare your life!"
"Xin Zhao?"
Zhao Shixu furrowed his thick eyebrows, glanced at Xin Zhao who was motionless, waiting for death with his eyes closed, and sighed, "Sure enough, all those with magical powers are ants. How did this Xin Zhao go against the will of heaven and meet An Lan with the second level of supernatural powers?
, there is only one way to die, and there is no ability to resist."
"Xin Zhao, go help Junior Brother Huang Yan and leave An Lan to me!"
Zhao Shixu is also a second-level supernatural power, so naturally he will not be afraid of this Prince Loulan.
Xin Zhao didn't respond, his breath became more restrained, and he seemed to be sluggish.
"die!"
At this moment, An Lan stared at Zhao Shixu with a knife, and his aura gradually became extremely cold and stern, blending into the vast world around him.
He is the sword, and the sword is him. His sword is everywhere, and his people are everywhere.
His figure moved suddenly, like a ghost, pressing down from above, the demonic nature of the scimitar in his hand was raging, sending out sharp waves, and slashed down.
Zhao Shixu, who was facing the sword, felt unprecedented pressure. His pupils tightened, and the magic power all over his body suddenly started to circulate. The surging wave of magic power concentrated on his wrist. His palms turned pale, and the sword light became even whiter.
Pale hands, bright sword!
The moment Zhao Shixu waved his sword, the world seemed to be at the end of the world, ghosts howled miserably, and all living beings cried, but he was the savior and the incarnation of light.
This is one of the eight supreme sword scriptures of the Chaos Immortal Sect, "The Sword of Free Light", which transforms into light and cuts through the night.
Clang!
Accompanied by a crisp clashing sound, the two figures were intertwined in the boundless night, and the fiercest collision began with each other. The light of the sword was like water, penetrating every part of the place, the desert rolled up, and chaos spread in all directions.
"kill!"
At this time, the remaining Loulan sergeant in front swooped down and pointed his sword at Xin Zhao's head.
Behind, Huang Yan and Bi Gu made a mistake, and several red demon snakes opened their bloody mouths,
"Xin Zhao!"
Xingsheng shouted loudly in the sky. He wanted to rescue him, but a pink sword light struck him. He raised his sword to block it, and the blow almost severed his head.
"Xingsheng, please don't be distracted. This Seven-Emotion Demon Girl is a figure comparable to a true disciple. She is also from the Nine-Tailed Demon Clan. Her cultivation is unpredictable. If she is not careful, her body and soul will disappear."
Xuan Ming's voice came.
The other party didn't say it clearly, but he obviously hoped that he wouldn't take Xin Zhao into consideration.
Xing Sheng was helpless and regretful. Sure enough, he shouldn't have taken the risk to rush to the front of the battlefield and put Xin Zhao in danger.
Now, he has no time to care about anything else, he just wants Xin Zhao to survive.
At the scene, the red-trained demon snake's fangs are sharp and bloodthirsty, trying to devour Xin Zhao completely. The iron cavalry in front is rolling, and the flags are dancing. The two are attacking back and forth, trying to tear Xin Zhao into pieces.
Suddenly, the boy who was standing still opened his eyes.