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Chapter 39 I seize the opportunity with my sword (4)

(Liu Dao is about to enter the capital. From now on, please don’t call me Xiao Liu, call me Liu Liuliu)

The genius of the Ming Xuan Army was astonishingly fast, blowing past like a gust of wind, crossing thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, and quickly escaping far away.

Immediately, his figure paused, going from extreme speed to pause in just an instant. This genius's face was extremely solemn. He stared ahead, his brows gradually furrowed, his eyes radiated an extremely sharp cold light, and he looked like a man who had entered the middle stage of the fifth level of the Saint Realm.

The breath then spread out.

Clang clang clang!

The continuous sound of gold and iron sounded, extremely sweet. The three short spears and short sticks behind him instantly combined into a long spear. The long spear was bronze in color and looked extremely heavy, but the tip of the spear shot out with unparalleled sharpness, as if it could penetrate the world.

everything.

The aura of his body and the spear in his hand merged into one, unparalleled, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky, as if he wanted to penetrate the sky.

At this time, a figure came from a distance quickly like a ghost and appeared in a flash.

When this man saw the gun-wielding man in front of him, a sneer of a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and there was a sharp murderous intent in his eyes.

The ghostly figure never paused and quickly approached the opponent.

When we meet on a narrow road, the stronger one wins!

This is a duel between life and death, a fight for opportunities and a fight for quota, and there is no room for hesitation or hesitation.

kill!

The bronze spear was as heavy as a mountain and astonishingly sharp, and shot through the sky in an instant, directly compressing the air in front of it, as if it was collapsing in an instant, making a terrifying roar, and countless air poured in from all directions.

Like a shocking cyclone, strangulating everything.

But I saw the ghostly figure flickering, as if turning into nothingness, directly penetrating the gun light and approaching the opponent.

He waved his left hand at an indescribable speed, and a faint light loomed in the air.

No way to dodge!

Even his reaction was a step too slow. The genius who had reached the middle stage of the fifth level of Saint Realm was suddenly wiped by the dim light on his neck. The light on his body flickered and separated into a ray that was absorbed by the other party, while he quickly fled away.

One hit!

With just one blow, he killed the peerless genius who had reached the middle level of the fifth level of the Saint Realm, showing his terrifying strength.

"Eight times!" A sinister smile appeared on the man's feminine face, and his voice was low.

The number of deaths has reached eight times, which means that five people have died under his blade.

"It's a pity that there is no secret treasure." The man whispered again: "But even if I don't get the secret treasure, with my strength, Li Xieyang, I can still get a place."

strength!

When you have strength, you have confidence.

The stronger the strength, the stronger the self-confidence.

As one of the two hundred and eighty peerless geniuses participating in this competition, he is one of the people with the highest cultivation level, and his strength is naturally among the strongest.

His figure flashed, and then he left quickly and silently like a ghost.



"If you are not my enemy, I will kill you at your neck." The young man with long flowing hair was holding a light blue sword with a thin blade and extremely sharp edge.

His indifferent eyes stared ahead at the person who was mobilizing all his strength to resist him.

"It's not certain who will live and who will die without fighting." The other party snorted coldly, and immediately, the two swords rolled up a terrifying blade storm, and swept out crazily and strangled.

"Struggle in vain." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the indifferent young man, and he swung out his sword. It seemed like an understatement, but it burst out with terrifying power in an instant, as if it split a mountain and cut a long river.

With just one sword strike, he split open the terrifying blade storm, and even slashed through the opponent's body, leaving a long sword mark behind him that reached a hundred meters away.

The sword energy dissipated, the two swords fell apart, and the man stared blankly ahead.

How could the gap be so huge!



"If you can't kill me with one hit, I'll let you go this time." The young man with a body as strong as a mountain laughed loudly, and suddenly jumped up, like a dragon flying in the sky, and then fell again in an instant, like a tiger crossing the mountain stream,

It sank rapidly, carrying a terrifying aura like a dragon and a tiger meeting.

boom!

One end of the long stick grew larger and thicker in an instant, like the waist, and fell with a crash, like smashing the mountain.

Under the big stick, the stick was so heavy that the ground collapsed and cracked, and countless traces spread quickly.

With one blow of the stick, the peerless talent who possesses the late stage cultivation of the fifth level of Saint Realm, all defenses and resistances were defeated in an instant. In an instant, he separated a ray of light and flew towards the opponent, while he himself turned into a ray of light and fled away.

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powerful!

These people are all among the two hundred and eighty peerless geniuses, those with the highest cultivation level, and have reached the sixth level of the Saint Realm.

To reach the sixth level of the Saint Realm within a hundred years of age, one must not only have extraordinary talent for cultivation, but also have extraordinary opportunities.



In the valley, all the grass and trees turned into powder and scattered all around. The ground was covered with countless ravines and cracks, which was shocking, as if it was a ruin wantonly destroyed by a passing hurricane.

Chen Zong stood in the valley, and the power of Shenxuanwu Mingdan completely disappeared.

This time I gained a lot from practicing.

First, the Daxuan Yuan Jue breaks through to the twenty-first level.

Secondly, the Taoist intention of the wind breaks through to the fourth level, and the martial arts of the wind reaches the perfect state.

Finally, the Dao Intent of the Wind broke through and transformed into the Intermediate Dao Intent of the Hurricane, and based on the Dao Intent of the Hurricane and the Martial Arts of the Wind, he created a more powerful sword move. This sword move was named Hurricane Destroy the City by Chen Zong.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong regained his composure, stretched out his figure, and immediately turned into a stream of light, quickly leaving the valley.



"You actually have a secret treasure. Hand it over obediently and I'll give you a treat." The genius, who was dressed in Dragon Xuan Army armor, stared at Chen Zong, his eyes shining brightly, and the shoes on his footsteps were glowing with a faint bronze light, filling the air.

The breath of the secret treasure fluctuates.

Low level secret treasure!

The opponent's combat shoes are low-level secret treasures.

At this moment, the other party was staring at Chen Zong's right arm. He could see a faint silver light and could feel the fluctuation of his breath.

Intermediate secret treasure!

He felt that he was lucky to meet someone with an intermediate secret treasure.

As long as you kill the opponent, the mid-level secret treasure will drop and be obtained by yourself for your own use.

Once you get the mid-level secret treasure, you will have more trump cards, which will make you more advantageous in this competition.

Of course, he was also a little afraid.

After all, it is an intermediate-level secret treasure, and I don’t know what kind of intermediate-level secret treasure it is and what power it has. It would definitely be better if the other party is threatened by me and takes the initiative to hand it over.

If that doesn't work, then fight and kill the opponent alive.

Chen Zong narrowed his eyes slightly. It was naturally impossible for him to hand over his silver arm to the other party, but this person would be a strong enemy.

His cultivation level is at the peak of the fifth level of the Saint Realm, which is much better than that of himself who is in the middle of the fourth level of the Saint Realm. The difference in cultivation level is also the difference in strength.

Moreover, the other party possesses a low-level secret treasure, which is a pair of combat shoes. Chen Zong does not know its efficacy.

Strong enemy!

Whether Chen Zong can match him or not, Chen Zong has no idea, but no matter what, this battle is inevitable.

So, let's fight.

The Red Prison Flame Sword was unsheathed, and a sword light flashed through the air and shot out in an instant. The sword energy was violent and fast.

kill!

"Seeking death!" Yang Ming was immediately furious.

But he was only at the middle stage of the fourth level of the Saint Realm, yet he actually dared to take action against himself.

kill!

Immediately, Yang Ming's cultivation at the fifth level of the Holy Realm exploded, and the Holy Power surged like a surging wave. It was extremely powerful and fierce, and he punched out like a yellow dragon.

The punch was so fierce and earth-shattering that it directly shattered the red sword light and struck Chen Zong, as if it was going to break Chen Zong into pieces.

Nine Transformations of Fantasy!

In an instant, nine figures flashed.

This is the Nine Transformations of Fantasy in the realm of Dacheng.

The Nine Transformations of Huanluo is a holy-level high-grade body technique, but it is more advanced than Lei Guang Juechen and is especially suitable for combat.

Now being able to transform into the Nine Paths in an instant means that you have reached great success in cultivation, but there is another realm of perfection above that, which is not so easy to achieve.

As the nine figures changed, they quickly approached Yang Ming, and the red prison flame swords all shot out.

"Little trick!" Although Yang Ming shouted coldly, he did not dare to take it lightly, because this movement technique was so good that it was difficult for him to find any flaws.

However, there is no need to look for flaws, he only needs to break them with tyrannical power.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, Yang Ming fired out punches continuously. The punches spread in all directions, attacking all around him and breaking everything. Chen Zong felt like he was like a small boat on the turbulent sea, swaying constantly and about to be broken at any time.

Like destruction.

The realm of the heart!

It was compressed to a radius of 100 meters, and then continued to be compressed until it was 50 meters.

Fifty meters is the limit that can be compressed now, and it takes a lot of effort to maintain the compressed state.

But similarly, being compressed into the realm of the heart of fifty meters, everything becomes clearer, ten times clearer than four hundred meters, and vaguely, the feeling of being able to control everything becomes stronger and more obvious.

dodge!

Chen Zong used the Nine Transformations of Fantasy Luo to the extreme. He narrowly avoided the opponent's punches and struck out with one sword.

Yang Ming was very surprised. The opponent could avoid his punches and approach him to attack him. It was simply incredible.

However, this kind of attack is not enough for me, and it is not strong enough.

Chen Zong was also helpless. Even though he compressed the Heart Realm to a range of fifty meters and was able to avoid the opponent's punches and then attack the opponent, the huge gap in cultivation meant that his sword could not really hurt him at all.

The opponent, let alone kill him.

Even if the power of the silver light arm is stimulated, it will only increase the sword speed. As the sword speed increases, the power will be correspondingly improved. However, it is also very difficult to kill the opponent.

What's more, the duration is only three breaths.

With a thought in his heart, Chen Zong avoided Yang Ming's punch and quickly retreated to distance himself.

"Struggle in vain." Yang Ming couldn't help but smile coldly. He was already sure that although the opponent's strength was very strong, compared with himself, there was still a gap. It was just a threat, but as long as he was vigilant enough, he could defeat it.

Kill.

At that time, the opponent's mid-level secret treasure will be yours to use.

Realizing that his strength was enough to defeat the opponent, Yang Ming did not rush to pursue him.

A cold light flashed in Chen Zong's eyes, and immediately, the Heart Realm spread out again, covering a 400-meter radius.

With a thought, the fire energy was extracted and condensed on the sword body in an instant, and the Red Hell Flame Sword immediately burst into flames.

In an instant, Chen Zong swung out his sword, and the flames surged wildly.


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