Ling Xu's feeling was extremely strange. Every ounce of real power in his meridians was obeying orders like never before. The silver muscles seemed to suddenly become soft at this time. Even the usually silent martial spirit was extremely active. The silver liquid condensed in the gun.
At the very tip of the tip, the sound of the ram's horn wind chimes is like the wind lingering on the tip of a spear, lingering but not dissipating.
An unprecedented feeling came to the fore. Ling Xu felt that he could control every detail of the gun, every bit of power of the gun's rotation. The real power was injected along the gun body, straight through the tip, and he could even feel it clearly.
The moment the real power penetrates the tip of the gun, the gun body trembles slightly...
What an intoxicating feeling!
The pace of the charge was in perfect rhythm and rhythm. Every time he stepped on the ground, his strength would increase and the light of the spear tip would shine brighter.
The silver gun was held levelly without any fluctuation.
When the last step was completed, the light from the tip of the gun was dazzlingly bright.
He was like a burning meteor, his dazzling light eclipsed the world.
Rong Rou didn't expect that Ling Xu would break through at this time.
This shot caused his face to change drastically. His eyes widened, his palms were stretched out, and his five fingers were spread out. It was as if his fingers were pressed into a calm lake, and ten ripples spread out from his fingertips.
The ripples spread and merged into one, forming a twisted transparent round shield in front of him.
The blazing meteor hits the buckler!
The transparent buckler shattered like glass.
Rong Rou's expression changed again, facing the cold light that lit up like a star, she flicked her fingers and retreated violently at the same time.
The light suddenly burst, and Rong Rou's eyes were filled with white.
When the light dissipated, only Rong Rou's staggering figure was seen. His face was full of disbelief, and there was a bloody hole in his left palm, dripping with blood.
He barely managed to steady his body, barely aware of the severe pain in his palms, and stared blankly at Ling Xu.
Ling Xu maintained the posture of drawing the gun, motionless, like a sculpture.
With a thud, Ling Xu fell on his back.
Rong Rou didn't move. He was still staring blankly at the unconscious Ling Xu from a distance. The shock in his heart was indescribable. He had a transcendent status in the Ursa Major and had seen countless geniuses. But he had never seen such a passion for victory.
A persistent, eager guy.
He actually made a breakthrough at the last minute...
Rong Rou smiled bitterly. She didn't know whether it was her bad luck or God's favor for this guy. Such a small probability thing would happen to her.
However, His Highness's order to him was to capture Ling Xu alive, which was exactly what he wanted. It would be a pity to kill such a genius. Seeing Ling Xu now, Rong Rou couldn't help but think of himself back then. He could
Today's strength and status are achieved through fighting in battles. If you lack the persistence and desire for victory, how could you get to where you are today?
Being weak is not scary now. What is scary is the lack of desire for strength and the desire to win.
Fortunately, this guy overdrawn himself and passed out. He was also at the end of his fight...
Rong Rou was about to walk over and catch Ling Xu. Suddenly, a beam of light shot into the sky from inside the house, and terrifying energy fluctuations suddenly erupted. Rong Rou's footsteps froze in place, of course he knew what it was!
He turned around suddenly, his eyes like lightning, and looked towards the houses in the distance.
His Highness actually used that thing... Is that Tang Tian so powerful?
Rong Rou felt awe-struck in his heart. He knew His Highness Yan Tu's strength very clearly. His Highness had been gifted with extraordinary talents since he was a child, and his physical fitness was far superior to ordinary people. In addition, he had a precocious temperament and was very hardworking. His Majesty loved His Highness Yan Tu very much and spared no effort to train him.
Very few people know that the training partners of His Highness Yan Tu are their seven Wang Xiong warriors!
His Highness has a domineering and fierce temperament, and is now stronger than them. Moreover, His Highness is very good at hiding, and his strength has never been exposed to the outside. Rong Rou's confidence in His Highness is stronger than her confidence in herself.
Suddenly, the light rising into the sky suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, the terrifying energy fluctuation disappeared.
Rong Rou's expression froze on her face, and a terrifying thought that made him shudder suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.
Could it be...
Rong Rou was like crazy and rushed towards the house.
He looked at Jian Fengyuan opposite him with some helplessness.
Jian Fengyuan had no intention of taking action. He folded his hands with a cheerful face, just like an ordinary uncle, without any intention of fighting.
He pointed his sword at Jian Fengyuan for a long time, but the other party was completely indifferent, as if he didn't see it.
Jian Fengyuan was also helpless. He didn't want to be a scapegoat. If there was something wrong with He, and the Queen came to accuse him, His Majesty would have no other choice but to throw himself out.
If you win, it won't do you any good, so why fight?
Jian Fengyuan is a king bear warrior and has seen many ups and downs. He is fully aware of the dangers involved. Even His Highness is unwilling to touch him. How stupid would it be if he killed the crane foolishly? He simply showed off
With a harmless look like an old god, he was waiting for His Highness's victory, dragged him to capture Tang Tian alive, and his mission was over.
He had never seen such a shameless guy. He had been nurtured by his mother since he was a child and had a kind and gentle temperament. Suddenly, he didn't know where to start.
The two of them were in a strange stalemate.
Suddenly, both of them turned their faces, and a dazzling beam of light shot up into the sky. Heart-stopping energy fluctuations came from far away from the house.
He's face changed drastically, and he left Jian Fengyuan behind without hesitation, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the air.
Jian Fengyuan's complexion also changed slightly. When the energy fluctuation suddenly disappeared, his complexion changed drastically, and his figure also disappeared.
boom!
The overburdened house completely collapsed.
When Rong Rou arrived, what caught his sight was a teenager crying loudly in a circle of rubble.
Tang Tian!
An ominous premonition suddenly occurred in Rong Rou's heart, and his eyes quickly found His Highness lying in a pool of blood not far away.
The color on Rong Rou's face suddenly faded completely, and she was as pale as paper. Her body swayed and she could hardly stand. His Highness, who was in a pool of blood, had no breath and no trace of life.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and a figure stood in front of him.
crane!
Jian Fengyuan was a step late. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, with unbelievable horror on his face. It was like someone had punched him in the head, and his brain went blank. Your Highness...
Impossible...how is it possible...
How could it be possible for His Highness to die with his strength? What’s more, His Highness still has that thing...
His lips trembled and his whole body trembled. When he thought of His Majesty's anger, his whole body trembled involuntarily.
"Old Jian, grab that thing!" Rong Rou's anxious voice made Jian Fengyuan wake up from a dream.
He was excited and immediately realized, yes, His Highness is dead now. If that thing is lost again, Ursa Major will be severely damaged. For him, this is also the only chance to atone for his sins.
"Step aside!"
Jian Fengyuan stared at the crane with red eyes, like a beast in a desperate situation, roaring in a deep voice. For a moment, he threw all the sophistication behind him.
He was facing Jian Fengyuan, his body slightly bent, and his right hand was holding the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist. Jian Fengyuan frantically summoned the air flow brought by his true power, blowing the crane's wide and elegant black sleeves to make a hunting sound.
, the crane's body remained motionless, and its raised face was as calm as water.
"bring it on!"
These two concise words were so firm that there was no slight deviation.
Jian Fengyuan roared angrily, and like an enraged violent bear, he suddenly rushed towards the crane. The ghost-headed sword dragged out a long gray blade, and the blade roared and rolled, carrying a low howling sound like a wild beast.
He narrowed his eyes, calm and unmoved. In the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of a figure quietly coming from another direction to Tang Tian.
Nervous Tang is not in a good condition right now. To block these two people, he must shrink his defense.
Crane maintained the posture of holding the sword, his upper body motionless, and his feet retreated very quickly in small steps.
The crane brought up a series of afterimages, each of which was extremely lifelike. In his hands, the Crane Dance of the Crane School was brought into full play.
Rongrou's eyes flashed, and the crane appeared in front of him again.
So fast!
Rong Rou couldn't care less about her exclamation, she mustered up the remaining real power in her body and flicked her fingers suddenly!
A transparent circular ripple flew toward the crane at a seemingly slow speed. And Jian Fengyuan's gray sword light roared towards him.
Crane suddenly froze, and thirteen identical black figures appeared in front of the two of them.
With a clear scolding, thirteen black figures moved gracefully and drew their swords at the same time.
Ding!
boom!
Two completely different sounds can make people's eardrums hurt.
The black shadow disappeared like bubbles, leaving only the crane standing on the same spot holding a sword. The crane's figure was like a nail nailed to the spot, standing still, with a wisp of bright red at the corner of its mouth.
His expression was as calm as water, and his long white fingers wiped away the blood stains at the corners of his mouth. Even this action was elegant and moving.
Rong Rou spat out a mouthful of blood. He was already at the end of his strength and had to use all his strength to fight with He. But now his strength backfired and he was seriously injured.
When Tang Tian woke up from his dream, he saw the crane standing in front of him and murmured: "Little Crane..."
But the next moment, Tang Tian reacted: "Xiao Hezi, are you injured?"
Tang Tian clenched his fists, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he was about to rush towards Jian Fengyuan.
"Please don't interfere." He's firm voice interrupted Tang Tian abruptly. It was the first time Tang Tian heard He's firm and unquestionable tone. He stared blankly at He's back.
He stood up straight again, his back like a sword, and a firm voice came from his back.
"This is my opponent, this is my protection range, this is my battle, please let my sword finish it!"
He raised the Crane Sword in his hand. His eyes, as calm as water, were now as bright as eyes. A murmur floated from his lips, like an oath.
The sheathed crane sword in his hand shone with a dim light, reflecting his face, pious and solemn, and the loose black clothes on his body moved automatically in the absence of wind.
Crane's heart has never changed... Jian, can you hear it?
The crane sword trembled slightly in his hand, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of the crane's mouth.
Jianlun, let’s dance.
Thirteen black figures suddenly separated, elegant and agile, as graceful as a dancing crane. They interspersed in a dazzling way, the swords chirped like cranes, and the thirteen swords merged into one.
