Chapter 1142: Wang Po is here

The two demon generals on the grassland, as well as the elder elders of the Devil Race and the prince of the Snow Old City, have a very dignified expression.
The remnants of that sword's intention floated to the peak of Nuorilang.
Mo Shuai reached out and grabbed in the air, and sniffed before sending it to his nose, slightly alert.
The head of Lishan Mountain has broken through more than ten years ago, but it has not received much attention. In the eyes of many people, this old Tao who has never left the Shanmen Gate, only by relying on Jianshan Zongzong's tremendous learning and hundreds of years of monasticism, has reluctantly broken into the sacred realm, which is really nothing.
Who would have thought that his sword practice was so amazing that he had already reached the second threshold.
Mao Qiuyu looked at the head of Lishan and said, "I will work hard for you today."
From the head of the mountain, he glanced at the top of Nuorilang and waved his hand: "I can't beat this murderer."
Waiting for Mao Qiuyu to speak, he pointed to the two demons on the grassland and said, "These two can't beat me, let me come."
Mao Qiuyu and Huairen were stunned, thinking how frank this statement was, and who wanted to deal with the magician?
Too late to think, the fog in the passage under the night was getting heavier and heavier, and the tall figures became clearer and clearer.
The elders of the Demon Race and the princes of Snow Old City have already arrived on the battlefield. If they are not stopped, the Chinese military account will be directly attacked.
The breeze breezes slightly, Huairen greets the prince fluttering in the robe, and Mao Qiuyu swings his sleeves to the veteran member.
With the right hand sword at the gate of Lishan, the left hand holding the sheath, stepping on the rainbow light, and heading towards the two demons.
The sacred domain powerhouses came on stage one after another, and the powerful breath kept rushing, rolling up countless winds and dust.
A sword light tears everything between heaven and earth, and receives a sky light to illuminate the grassland.
A thick night-like magic breath spewed out of the valley, like a real abyssal dragon, swallowing the sword light.
The sky turned upside down, and the sky was dark.
Innumerable unimaginable magic pictures are staged in turn between the sky and the earth. Some peaks adjacent to Nuorilang have been crushed. The golden blood flows from the sky and is burned by the wind. It emits infinite heat and holiness. The blood of the demon strong, like the ink, paints the sky darker.
In a short time, it seems that countless days and nights have passed.
The human race army on the grassland is relying on the barrier of the formation method, and it is difficult to support in the fluctuations caused by the collision of the sanctuary strongman. Occasionally, the military master and the crossbow array inside want to help the humanist sanctuary strongman, but they cannot To get rid of the wolf rider's intrusion, it is impossible to get away.
The magician was always outside, his cold and cruel eyes penetrated the helmet, looking somewhere in the south, not knowing who was waiting.
Going more than a hundred miles west, it is the most dangerous right camp of the West Road Army.
No one thought that as the most important big man of the West Road Army, Xiang Wang did not stay in the rear and ignored the people in the Congzhou Military Mansion, but stayed here all the time.
The streamers in front of Nuorilang Peak are clearly visible in the sky. Although they are more than a hundred miles apart, they seem to be close to our eyes.
Xiang Wang held his hands on the fat flowing from the upper edge of his belt, and squinted at the sword lights and magic energy, not knowing what he was thinking.
If he started when the battle started, he should have had time to participate in this rare chaos of the Sanctuary.
But he did not do so. He thinks that it is far from the most critical moment. The most important thing is that people have not yet arrived.
Yes, just like Mo Shuai, he is also waiting for someone to come.
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"Come! Come!"
There was a cry of surprise from behind the Chinese military account.
The shouts were like Mars falling into boiling oil, and they quickly spread throughout the entire barracks to the entire battlefield.
Both the warriors of the human race and the wolf riders who were desperately attacking on the periphery heard the voice in the distance.
coming.
That man is finally here.
The wind screamed.
The gravel clapped on the blades of grass.
A man appeared in front of everyone, wearing a white shirt that was washed to whitish, his eyes were shabby, and he looked like a bureaucrat who owed a lot of money.
Wang Po is here.
No one knows where he was just now.
No one knows where he came from.
Not a Chinese military account, he has no habit of standing beside the coach.
Nor is it a utility room, he does not have the spirit of playing the world.
He came from the south.
To the south is the world of human races.
His shoulders were still stretched as usual, so he could hold the handle easily.
At this time, the grassland was in chaos, and there were fierce fights between life and death, shouting and crying, and the wind and flying sand covered the eyes of many people.
In such a huge and complicated picture, Wang Po is just a small point that is inconspicuous and should not be noticed by anyone.
But when he came from the south, everyone, including soldiers and strongmen from the Demon Race, saw him.
No matter how shabby his clothes are, how ordinary his temperament is, and how dazzling he is in the world, he still has the strongest sense of existence.
Mo Shuai closed her eyes.
The temperature at the peak suddenly dropped a lot, and the black rock was covered with a shallow layer of hoarfrost.
In the face of opponents like Wang Po, even he should be cautious and go all out.
Wang Po's speed seemed unpleasant, just like ordinary walking, but he quickly passed through the Terran Barracks and came to the battlefield.
The situation on the battlefield is extremely complex, and unexpected situations may occur at any time, bringing many variables and dangers.
But Wang Po did not speed up his pace, nor did he change the direction of progress, still walking so quietly.
With his eyes closed, Mo Shuai is gaining momentum and preparing for a later encounter, which must be a shocking thunder.
Wang Po is no stranger to this.
He was sitting under the ginkgo tree for more than ten days and nights at Tanzhe Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. The iron sword never came out of the sheath.
Only in this way can he cut the iron tree by Luo Shui.
At this time he walked towards the mountain peak, this process is also gaining momentum.
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The ranking method of the magician is similar to that of the Great Zhou Shenjiang. It will consider the seniority and reputation, but the most important thing is the absolute strength.
Syndicate is now the third demon of the Demon Race, and the realm is very powerful. Today’s Dazhou God will have no one as his opponent, plus the trust of the young Demon King, has been granted some powerful magic weapons, to In terms of combat effectiveness, it can be regarded as a true sanctuary strong.
Just now he would be cut by the sword light with a small truncated horn, injured and bleeding, extremely embarrassed. In addition to the sword from the head of the mountain is indeed mysterious, it is also related to his slight enemies.
And he did not expect that the sword in his hands was so sharp and terrifying.
This injury made him sober and cautious, and he cooperated with the eighth demon general and some military strongmen to fight against the head of Lishan, and his performance was very calm.
He saw Wang Po who was walking through the battlefield, but he was unable to swing his sword from the palm of the mountain. He gave a loud scream and ordered Wolf Knight to attack Wang Po. At the same time, he used his eyes to signal that the eighth demon would cooperate with himself and drive The whole battle group went towards the center of the battlefield.
No matter how terrible those wolf riders are, it is impossible to hurt Wang Po. The Third Demon will understand this, he just hopes to interrupt Wang Po’s momentum.
In this level of battle between Wang Po and Mo Shuai, even a subtle influence may directly change the direction of victory and defeat.
The head of Lishan guessed the intention of the demon, his eyebrows fluttered slightly, his fingers flicked lightly.
At this time, Cover Sky Sword was smashing the third magic weapon, and the eighth demon will be covered with blood. Suddenly, when he met the finger wind, he issued a crisp sword sound.
The sword sound was extremely clear and spread throughout the grassland.
Several seemingly ordinary soldiers walked through the chaotic battlefield and came to Wang Po.
The wolf riders began to charge.
The bloodthirsty giant wolf's eyes were full of madness, and the demon cavalry gave an unpleasant howling.
Several sensational swordsmanship rose into the sky and passed away.
The ordinary soldiers were all elders from the Mountain Sword Hall!
Han Jian flashed, wolf riders fell to the ground, splashing countless blood.
Several elders of Jiantang walked beside Wang Po like bodyguards.
No matter where the wolf ride came from, they would be killed by them.
They want to make sure that Wang Po will not be disturbed in any way.
Even if this will affect their sword, even hurt them.
Before the battle with Moshuai begins, Wang Po should do nothing.
In the eyes of many people, this is the way to look at the big picture.
But Wang Po has never been a person who can accept others' kindness with peace of mind.
If so, how can his knife be as powerful as it is today?
On the west side of the grassland, Huairen Dao is playing against the member of the Devil Elders Association.
The clear and sharp fingers, like arrows and feathers, traveled through the sky, breaking dozens of vitality locks, leaving a deep blood hole in the demon elder.
The God of the World Stream pointed out that it really was not trivial, especially when it was exhibited by the powerful in the Holy Land.
The demon elder made a scream, reached out and grabbed the scepters of the two tribal chiefs, and engulfed the spirit attached to it.
Not only that, his demon body became taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, more than ten feet tall, covered in the sky and night, like a devil.
At this moment, a distant gold sound suddenly sounded in the distance.
That's because the iron is rubbing, the knife will come out of the sheath!
The demon veteran's expression suddenly changed, confirming that it was too late to avoid, and issued a desperate scream, and fell to Huairen Dao like a mountain!
The night was cut by a knife that seemed to come from outside the sky.
Several sounds were crisp and several wounds appeared on the shoulders of the demon elders.
The sky fell on the dust, white as silk, and merged into a cloud, bombarding the demon elder's chest.
The elders of the Demon Clan suddenly shattered and turned into a black powder all over the sky.
Aunt Huairen's face was pale, and there was blood on her lips.
She looked towards the center of the battlefield.
Wang Po walked towards the mountain as if he had done nothing.
Many eyes fell on his side.
His hand was already holding the scabbard.
His thumb is against the edge of the knife handle.
The iron knife showed a cut.
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