Vol 2 Chapter 251: Fight each one (seven thousand four hundred)

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Salun Agu laughed and said:
"Before your master left with Emperor Gaozu Dafeng, he often played chess with me. We use heaven and earth as our chess, and sentient beings as our sons. Sometimes a game of chess takes more than ten years to produce results."
He whipped the goat whip lightly, and snapped the formation on the surface of the Eight Diagrams platform.
"Then we have to go on this game of chess. This chess piece is called Wei Yuan."
Jian Zheng took a sip of the wine, and the word fell, and Sarun Agu's body twisted like a brain wave, and it took a long time to recover.
The distant Jingshan City, the city under reconstruction, suddenly shook like an earthquake. The newly built hall collapsed and the ground cracked into a large crack with a depth of several tens of meters. . .
"Coincidentally, my chess piece is also called Wei Yuan."
Salun Agu shook the goat whip, rolled up a chess piece, and landed on the chessboard.
Above the star-gazing building, in the densely packed clouds, a bolt of lightning thick as a bucket suddenly struck down, but it fell on Jian Zheng and disappeared halfway, as if it had split into another dimension.
"I was in trouble early in Dafeng's site, and it was hasty."
Jian Zheng nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, didn't rush to settle down again, smiled:
"But the style of playing chess and playing steadily is very similar to that of the teacher. It turns out that he learned it from you. I just don't know whether the pedantry of volition is also inherited from you...Sage! "
As this child called "Rusheng" fell, a burst of bright red blood poured out from the wizard robe of the ancient body of Salun, and disappeared in a flash.
The distant Kang country set off a huge tsunami.
Sarun Agu's face seemed a little pale, and he said lightly:
"In my opinion, even if he is arrogant, even if he betrays the Sorcerer Cult, it is better than you, a master-killer. He has never fought with the Sorcerer Cult...Witch God! "
The sheep whip rolled up a chess piece and landed on the chessboard.
Jianzheng did not change, but poured out the drink in his glass, dispelling the dark clouds above his head.
In Dafeng territory, as long as Dafeng survives, he will be an invincible existence under Super Grade.
Jian Zheng squinted his eyes and said, "Wu Zong's uprising was the general trend. Five hundred years ago, the line of favoring treacherous ministers, greedy for pleasure, caused corrupt officials to run rampant, and the people did not make a living. The teacher believed that giving Dafeng time would always be able to sweep away the ills and return to the government. Ching Ming.
"But I feel that if you don't break or stand, Dafeng needs to experience a rebirth from the ashes, and then I won. This five-hundred-year peace and prosperity is the best return I have given him."
Sarun Agu walked slowly to the side of the Eight Diagrams platform, overlooking the capital, and said: "The Dafeng today is so similar to that of five hundred years ago."
Jian Zhengdao: "If you don't break, you won't stand."
After a lapse of five hundred years, I was still the former supervisor, without a trace of change.
.............
"Saron Agu?"
Xu Qi'an suddenly woke up and said the name of the great wizard of the witch gods.
Only one product can deal with one product.
The Witch God Sect plots the Dafeng Dragon Meridian, and wants to include the Central Plains in its territory and turn Dafeng into a subsidiary country of the Witch God Sect.
So, how could Salen Agu miss today's "event".
No wonder that Emperor Joan was confident.
"Not stupid!"
Joan of Arc opened his mouth, his expression proud and wild.
Does he seem to have trouble controlling his emotions? No, it’s not that it’s difficult to control, but that it’s never thought of it. An enchanted Taoist master must have a flamboyant personality, calm and introverted, but strange.........Xu Qi'an's mind turned, thinking that maybe he could use it What is the point of Joan of Arc's enchantment?
"Hey, when I killed Zhenbei King that day, it was really refreshing. Oh, forget that it was you. You are just my defeated general. When I was in Chuzhou, I could beat you for mercy, and I will definitely beat you today. Dog head."
Xu Qi'an tried his best to make his expression look arrogant and arrogant.
Sure enough, Joan of Arc's face twitched slightly, his eyes spit out real anger, but the next moment, he calmed his emotions and said lightly:
"Small bugs can anger me with just a few words?"
Dog offal, sooner or later I will smash you into thousands of pieces.........The little soul in the body of Emperor Joan is roaring.
It doesn't work. It seems that being demonized does not mean that IQ is not good... Xu Qi'an is a little disappointed. If the anger of Joan of Arc lasts for even a second, he will raise his and shout at the other party:
Come here~
"So when you were forced to sin against yourself, you were acting in a panic in the hall?" Xu Qi'an asked.
Emperor Joan sneered: "Guess."
Xu Qi'an glanced at the direction of the capital without a trace, and said without expression:
"I guess you took the opportunity to release the anger of Zhenbei King's killing, or the anger at that time has exceeded your tolerance limit, you can't control yourself."
Joan of Arc did not answer, I don't know if he disdain to answer, or he acquiesced.
He glanced sideways at the direction of the capital, and said in a leisurely tone: "Are you waiting for Luo Yuheng."
Xu Qi'an's face changed slightly.
Upon seeing this, the smile on King Jean's face widened, a little joking, a little mocking, and said:
"Luo Yuheng is unwilling to double cultivation with me, and even dissatisfied with my cultivation, because my cultivation has weakened Dafeng’s national strength, and she lacks enough energy to overcome the calamity. If she can seize the opportunity to kill me and support the new monarch, she may still have First-line opportunity."
Xu Qi'an smiled stiffly.
Just listen to Emperor Joan of Arc with a sly smile, and said: "I found her an interesting opponent."
..........
Far from the suburbs of Nanyuan.
Luo Yuheng frowned and looked at the dark shadow opposite. He stepped on the blooming black lotus, his body was flowing with pitch black pus, and his eyes were flowing with deep malice.
The place where the black lotus is located is the center, within a radius of a few miles, the plants are withered, the animals have red eyes, lose their minds, and only know to mate or fight each other.
In the subtleties, even the insects are fighting each other.
"Good niece!"
Hei Lian licked her lips and made a "chipping" sound, her tone was both evil and obscene, and she said:
"Come here, Master Uncle, Master Uncle will take you double cultivation, let you taste the taste of being a woman, hehehe~"
Luo Yuheng's mouth twitched, and he split out the rusty iron sword in his hand, angrily reprimanded, "Go!"
The dazzling sword aura surpassed the scorching sun, and the mating animals and insects were killed instantly. This was only affected by the sword intent contained in this sword.
The blooming black lotus spouted out the pitch-black viscous liquid like a spring, they rushed to wrap up the sword air, and in the sneer, they quickly eroded the sword that Luo Yuheng was struggling to cut out.
"How many swords can you block?"
Luo Yuheng sneered, holding the sword spiraling into the sky, and while spinning, sharp sword aura shots.
Sword intent fills the world.
Chi Chi Chi Chi... Hei Lian Dao Shou was pierced by these torrential rain-like sword qi, but his body seemed to be composed of the sludge of a stinking ditch, and the pitch-black liquid was flowing, repairing the pierced wound.
Instead, the surrounding ground exploded one after another sword pits, as if they had just been baptized by a cannonball.
The liquid flowing outside Black Lotus Dao Long's body seemed to dim a bit.
Under the Sect Swordsmanship, which is not weak in the attack and killing technique, he still suffered a little injury.
Daochang Hei Lian took a deep breath, his abdomen bulged, and the "ball" slowly moved up, and when it reached his throat, it spouted fiercely.
Daoist Black Lotus sprayed out a long black river and wrapped Luo Yuheng, as if he was about to take her down.
"My dear niece, Master Uncle has been greedy for you for a long time, ahhahahaha..."
Daoist Black Lotus laughed nervously, both evil and crazy.
laugh!
The rusty iron sword broke through the muddy current, and the brilliance flashed, and the black lotus road passed through the heart.
Luo Yuheng's figure appeared out of thin air, holding the iron sword, shaking his hands, and shaking off a little dark liquid on the blade.
She must not be contaminated with the power of the other party, which symbolizes depravity, even if it is contaminated only a little, it will provoke the fire in her body.
But this sword is okay. This iron sword is a magic weapon of the township passed down by the ancestors of the ancestors and embodies the sword intent of the ancestors of the past.
Therefore, Luo Yuheng's swords were integrated into the iron sword, and the sword broke through the viscous liquid.
"Ah, it hurts so bad!!"
Daoist Black Lotus clutched his heart and screamed.
He was irritated, and suddenly felt that the beautiful niece was not cute anymore, full of malice, and screamed:
"I want to kill you, I want to kill you...I want to catch you and go back to Shuangxiu, I want to catch you back to Shuangxiu...Is it annoying? So annoying, so annoying..."
In the nervous roar, his body suddenly collapsed, turning into a black human face the size of a small building, composed of a pitch-black liquid that was as thick as syrup.
The face opened his mouth wide, and rushed towards Luo Yuheng to swallow her in one bite.
The national division turned the rust-covered iron sword and gently handed out a sword.
boom!
The face exploded and the sky was raining dark.
Jian Guang flew several miles away, cut off a mountain, flew away, disappearing at the end of sight.
Luo Yuheng stood holding a sword with a faint expression: "That's it?"
"The deity has decided, and the deity will kill you."
The figure of the black lotus head was reunited, and his aura dimmed a bit.
Kill this annoying teacher and niece.
"Jin Lian begged me for help and joined hands to deal with you. I don't want to help him. I just don't want to take risks. It's nothing to do. But this time, someone else begged me to do it.
"Since he spoke, then I might as well show some real skills."
Luo Yuheng bit his fingertips lightly, touched the rusty iron sword, and whispered:
"Black Lotus, you can run away."
Confident and domineering.
.............
Emperor Joan laughed wildly, Xu Qi'an's slightly discolored appearance directly poke his heart's refreshment, as a demon to show his emotions, he really enjoyed the feeling of being crushed by IQ.
Let this kid who thinks he is the savior understand how ridiculous and humble he is.
"The martial artist at the pinnacle of the third stage, it is really hard to kill, but it does not matter, you will soon taste the ultimate fear."
Emperor Joan looked at him jokingly, expecting to see vigilance, confusion, and a trace of panic in Xu Qi'an's eyes.
But what he was waiting for was Xu Qi'an's grin:
"You told me so much nonsense, you are waiting for Duke Huai."
This time, it was Joan's turn that his face changed slightly and he narrowed his eyes.
He stared at Xu Qi'an with some caution and confusion, and uttered:
"Your mind doesn't look like a decoration yet, but what do you know, there is someone in Dafeng who can stop an immortal martial artist?"
Xu Qi's eyes fell on the body of Emperor Yuan Jing in the distance. As long as one of the clones is not dead and given enough time, he can rebuild two clones.
Of course, the beheaded flesh body cannot be resurrected, and the flesh body of Emperor Yuan Jing is already dead. But Duke Huai is different, Duke Huai is a third-rank martial artist.
After he entered the third rank, Xu Qi'an knew very well that as long as he had enough energy of Qi and blood,
"I can't find the third-rank martial artist, but who said that the third-rank must be blocked?" Xu Qi'an asked with a smile.
Emperor Joan's face sank.
He looked at Xu Qi'an with cold eyes, and his tone was stern:
"Do you know how Duke Huai was resurrected? This is my third purpose for killing Wei Yuan."
Come on, hurt each other.
Xu Qi'an smiled slowly, and squeezed three words from between his teeth: "You—look for—die—"
The war broke out instantly.
.............
A figure flying in the air, wearing heavy armor, with handsome features, somewhat similar to Emperor Yuan Jing, a pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes sullenly cold.
Zhenbei Wang.
He came from the direction of the imperial mausoleum. After the corpse was transported back to the capital from Chuzhou that day, because of Emperor Yuanjing's attitude towards the case of King Huai's massacre, he irritated hundreds of civil and military officials and rallied to fight.
The princes led a group of officials to surround the Meridian Gate, cursing endlessly, and there was a lot of trouble.
Under such a premise, no one paid attention to Duke Huai's corpse. After all, it didn't make much sense to compete with a corpse, and it was the most important thing to fight with the emperor.
Including Xu Qi'an and Zheng Xinghuai, at that time they only paid attention to the situation in the court and ignored the corpse of King Huai.
As everyone knows, this is exactly what Joan of Arc deliberately did.
The body of King Huai has been hidden in the imperial tomb, and he has just recovered recently.
call out!
Flying sword came through the air and took the head of the king of Zhenbei.
Zhenbei Wang lightly slapped his hand, made a sharp sound, and the flying sword flew upside down.
He paused in the void and looked up somewhere high in the sky, where there were two flying swords hanging, and each flying sword stepped on two people.
They are the swordsman in the blue shirt, the monk in the plain clothes, the young girl with the wheat-colored skin, and the beautiful woman in the Taoist gown.
"Who am I? It turns out to be you!"
King Huai sneered, and shook his head again and again: "You dare to stop me from the road with a few chickens and dogs?"
He thought Xu Qi'an had any hole cards.
this one?
Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and Lina, turned their heads or turned to look at Master Hengyuan.
"Amitabha."
Hengyuan folded his hands together, and said solemnly: "The benefactor slaughtered 380,000 people in Chuzhou, and the poor monk was so distressed, but there was no chance to teach you to be a human..."
Chu Yuanzhen smiled and interrupted: "Master, don't beep, let's do it directly. Our mission is not only to delay a quarter of an hour, but to consume his combat power as much as possible."
Hengyuan pondered and pondered: "reasonable!"
There is really no need to bother with the most sinful people, but to succumb to the anger of King Kong.
A relic appeared above Hengyuan's head, blooming with a clear and soft golden light.
Then he took a sheet of paper from his arms and shook his hands to ignite.
Zhu Ji’s core ability-Grand Summoning!
In the void, a figure wearing a robes with a benevolent eyebrow descended, and after fusion with the relic, this unrealistic phantom instantly solidified.
This is an Arhat, the second grade of Buddhism, Arhat!
Of course, the summoned heroic soul, even with the relic bonus, cannot be equal to a real Arhat.
But with Hengyuan as the main force, Li Miaozhen and others assisted, it was barely able to hold down a martial artist who was at the top of the third rank.
When King Huai saw this, his eyebrows raised: "It doesn't take a quarter of an hour to solve you."
Contempt on the surface, vigilant in the heart.
Master Hengyuan folded his hands together, chanted the scriptures with his head down, one by one, as if the actual golden Buddhist inscriptions floated out of his mouth, they gathered into a golden "river", rushing towards the King of Zhenbei.
Zhenbei Wang staggered, his headache was splitting, and he had a strong thought of suicide. He could no longer stand in the air, and fell sharply downward.
Seven-rank mage, the best at transcending!
If it is a dead soul, it will be liberated in transcendence and return to heaven and earth.
If you are alive, you will have a strong desire to commit suicide and want to turn yourself into a dead soul. If you do not want to die, Buddhism will say: No, you want to die.
It was Lina who jumped down the flying sword first. Nanjiang Xiaoheipi always rushed first in the fight. She closed her hands and feet like a sharp arrow to the ground. When she approached the king of Zhenbei, she violently spread her limbs and walked around the town. Behind the North King.
At this time, Duke Huai was still suffering from a splitting headache, and the world was in a gloomy state. Lina hooked her legs around the waist of the third-rank martial artist, embraced his two large arms with her hands, and screamed, and slammed him hard Pull the arm back.
As expected to be a genius girl from the Li Gu Department, she actually wrestled with Duke Huai and stood in stalemate for a few seconds.
call out!
Chu Yuanzhen drew out the ordinary iron sword around his waist and shot away.
Li Miaozhen raised his right hand and turned his palm towards King Zhenbei.
Glara...The armor on his body, the clothes inside, the belt, the shoes, etc., all betrayed, or tightened his waist, or tightened his neckline, which made Duke Huai's mobility inconvenient and helped Lina in disguise.
Chu Yuanzhen's iron sword arrived immediately and pierced the center of Wang Huai's eyebrows, without a powerful aura, because this sword was a heart sword.
Heart cut the soul.
Everyone in the Heaven and Earth Society made a tacit move, hitting a wave of control, and living and controlling this third-rank pinnacle martial artist for more than five seconds.
As the main force, Hengyuan would naturally not let go of this good opportunity, while chanting "No killing", while raising a big iron fist, the storm-like offensive fell on Zhenbei King.
The "commandments" of the Luo Han Guo status are enough to force Duke Huai for a long time.
Dangdang!
The fist slammed on the physique of the third-rank martial artist, smashed the air wave that could smash the martial artist in the copper-skinned iron-bones at will, and smashed Lina, who clamped the arm of King Huai, and kept bleeding.
Duke Huai's breath was hard to stabilize.
boom! The armor on Zhenbei King's body exploded, Lina flew like a paper kite, and Wufu's domineering arrogance drove away everything around him, including Master Hengyuan.
Lina's arms were twisted and bent, bones pierced into blood, and she lost her combat power on the spot.
From the very beginning, the mission of the people of the Heaven and Earth Congregation was not to kill King Huai.
First of all, Hengyuan invited the heroic soul of Luohan back then, and his strength is definitely not as good as the real body, and even if the real body of Luohan comes in person, it is difficult to kill a martial artist at the top of the third rank.
Secondly, this heroic soul can only last for a quarter of an hour. Want to kill the smelly and hard high-grade martial artist?
Finally, the third-rank and fourth-ranks are different from cloud and mud. The difference in strength is too great. The opponent can make countless mistakes, and one mistake by one's own side may be the group destruction.
Duke Huai was a cruel and cruel person. He knew the truth about taking advantage of a person's illness to kill him. He was not merciful because the other party was a female stream. He was about to punch the barbarian girl in southern Xinjiang.
Master Hengyuan folded his hands together: "You must not commit murder."
King Huai fisted, and it was difficult to punch again.
Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity, aimed his palm at Lina, and shook her far away.
She is not worried about Lina’s injury. The defense of the masters of the Power Gu Department is not as abnormal as Wufu, but they have extremely strong resilience. Normally, as long as they don’t die, the injury can be recovered. The repair time depends on the severity of the injury. .
When Lina was in the underground palace, she was severely injured and fatally wounded by a feminine object. She slept all night and she was as good as ever.
Heaven and earth will lack one, only three people are left.
Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen deserved to be the mainstays of the Heaven and Earth Society. One person controlled hundreds of flying swords with the patriarchal method, and the other threw out the soul-recruiting flags, soul-defying clocks and other magical instruments to trap King Huai in the formation.
With Hengyuan as the main force, the two sides are fighting in full swing.
In the fierce battle, hundreds of flying swords were exhausted, or broken into iron pieces, or melted into molten iron, and the magical instruments Li Miaozhen brought from the sect were finally completely exhausted.
Duke Huai's breath has been significantly reduced, but for a Wufu in this realm, it doesn't matter if he can recover from the wear and tear in half an hour.
No, it won't work... Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart.
The task of the four of them was to hold Duke Huai for a quarter of an hour and consume his fighting power. With the relics of Arhats, it was not difficult to delay for a quarter of an hour, but it was as difficult as the sky to hit King Huai severely.
If Duke Huai were to support Joan at his peak, and the two would become one, Xu Qi'an would undoubtedly lose.
The fusion of a third-rank pinnacle and a second-rank master will change qualitatively.
King Huai stared at the blue-shirted swordsman coldly, snorting:
"Chu Yuanzhen, a good champion is not appropriate, what sword to practice? After so many years of practice, I have practiced a bunch of embroidery needles that are not painful and not itchy. I have gone through two dynasties, overlooking the court and nearly a Jiazi, like you are like a scholar People of high spirits have seen too many.
"Book business is the most useless thing. Resigning from office to practice sword seems to be chic, but it is stupid. What have you trained in these years? What can you do if you are dissatisfied with my monasticism? What can you do? Hurt me a bit?"
This person was talented, high school champion, Chunfeng was proud of horseshoe problems, but unfortunately because of a trivial matter, he resented him as the king of a country, so he resigned to practice swordsmanship.
Now everyone is gone.
Extremely ridiculous.
While speaking, Duke Huai stared at him with cold eyes, his eyes faint, he chose people to eat.
What does it feel like to be locked by a third-tier master one-on-one?
Chu Yuanzhen realized it.
He stood there blankly, his shoulders seemed to be carrying two mountains, his hair was erect, his hands and feet trembling slightly.
King Huai's "chicks", fourth-rank and third-rank are like the difference between the immortal and ordinary, he didn't pay attention to the champion man who abandoned the book and practiced the sword.
"Amitabha!"
Master Hengyuan stepped forward, and the Buddhist lion roared: "Kill the thief!"
Kill the thieves!
The Arhat that melted into his body emerged, making a vajra glaring image in the air, and the bright brilliance formed a mysterious pattern on the surface of the image.
The breath that is strong enough to fill the world.
Faxiang's eyes shot golden light suddenly, covering Duke Huai in it.
Duke Huai, who had already foreseen the crisis, couldn't avoid it, as if he had been hit by a Rooting Curse. The next moment, his eyes shot out, and two black holes appeared on his face.
There was blood from his nostrils, mouth and ears at the same time.
Qiqiao bleeds.
Duke Huai seemed to be knocked on his forehead with a stick, and the whole person leaned back abruptly, staggering back.
After this blow, the relic fell back into the body, and the spirit of Hengyuan's entire body fell rapidly. It was obvious that his spare energy was exhausted, and there was no more fighting power.
Duke Huai let out a roar of unbearable pain. This blow caused him great trauma. He covered his face and bent his spine.
Li Miaozhen lowered Feijian and dived towards Hengyuan, trying to take him away.
But without the restraint of Arhat Relic, she knew how terrible the third-rank martial artist was, and she couldn't move.
Duke Huai's five-fingered grip made it difficult for Li Miaozhen to move a bit. If he wanted to use the five-finger grip, the Heavenly Sect Saint would be crushed to pieces.
Chu Yuanzhen widened his eyes and watched this scene. The Qingfeng sword on his back that had never been unsheathed since traveling the rivers and lakes suddenly trembled.
Duke Huai was about to "snatch" Li Miaozhen, as if he was aware of it, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.
The trembling of Qingfengjian was extremely violent.
"Oh? You Chu Yuanzhen still think of a sword?"
King Huai smiled and asked, "Ant, do you dare to shoot a sword against me?"
Fourth grade, how different from ants.
Chu Yuanzhen's hands and feet trembled, his pupils were dilated, the past was like a smoke, and today one after another surged into his heart.
Chu Yuanzhen was an orphan since he was a child and was adopted by a childless couple. After the couple died of illness, he went to study under the seat of a great scholar.
His ideals and knowledge all came from the great scholar who crashed and died in the Jinluang Temple. The teacher was first-rate, but unfortunately he could not be an official. His stinky temper made him difficult in the court.
Usually he taught Chu Yuanzhen, the most he said was "Don't follow me."
In Yuanjing's 27th year, the imperial examination, Chu Yuanzhen High School champion, the mentor of the industry wept with joy, patted his shoulder, and said the first sentence, "Don't learn from me".
All the champions in the past are promising people. Just need to be a little slick, remember to be with the light, still afraid that it will be difficult to display your ambitions in the future?
Chu Yuanzhen had learned lessons from his teacher, and he was not pedantic, and his heart was fiery.
In the same year, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, and the people had no harvest. The court's disaster relief was unfavorable, resulting in starvation everywhere.
At this time, Emperor Yuanjing opened the furnace to make alchemy, one big alchemy in a season, costing two hundred and tens of thousands of silver.
The scholar who was ridiculed by his colleagues for the sake of antiquity, denounced Emperor Yuan Jing in the Jinluan Temple with words like a knife, and then hit the pillar with his head and was dying.
The emperor's words: Aiqing relies on justice and death, happy.
No one dares to save.
Before he died, the mentor of the industry grabbed Chu Yuanzheng's hand, and the last words were still the same: Don't follow me...
But Chu Yuanzhen still left, left the court, and from then on, Qingshan walked with swords.
Because the meaning is hard to settle.
After all, it's hard to settle!
Chu Yuanzhen said loudly: "Out of the sheath!"
With a sound of "clang", the three-foot green mountain behind it rose into the sky.
This sword finally came out of its sheath.
Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?
boom!
The ground swelled, and blocks of soil, yellow sand, and gravel rose into the sky one after another, following the Qingfeng Sword into the air.
In just an instant, a hundred-meter-long earth dragon appeared behind Chu Yuanzhen, rushing straight into the sky, and the dragon's head was the Qingfeng Sword.
With the sword, it is already so bold.
"go with!"
Chu Yuanzhen pointed it like a sword and stabbed King Huai.
The earth dragon, which was so powerful and soaring up, bowed its head fiercely, fell back to the master's side, wandered three times, and then whizzed out following Chu Yuanzhen's sword fingers.
Duke Huai had realized the power of this sword. When Chu Yuanzhen handed out the sword, he quickly retreated, his body suddenly turning left and right, as fast as a ghost.
At this time, this unconventional swordsman who took the footsteps of the human sect on the basis of Wu Fu, and his own secrets of nourishment, showed an extremely unreasonable side.
The Qingfeng Sword escaped from the "dragon body", flashed away, and appeared again and again. In the distance, Duke Huai, who was trying his best to avoid, stopped and stared at the big hole in his chest.
A sword penetrates the heart.
Ten years of book business enthusiasm, now I vomit.
Zhenbei Wang screamed bitterly, his face distorted, as if he was suffering extreme, terrible pain.
It's hard to imagine that a third-rank martial artist would scream out of pain.
The big hole in the chest could not heal for a long time.
The breath of Duke Huai finally fell from the third rank peak.
He came back out of the arena with confidence, tried to kill the Quartet and slashed his enemies. Unexpectedly, he was beaten by several Grade 4 ants.
And those ants...
Zhenbei Wang endured the pain and turned his head to look towards the horizon, only a few figures with black spots left.
The ants ran away excitedly.
Although these injuries can be recovered within half an hour~EbookFREE.me~, he can't wait that long.
He has to rush to support "self".
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Star-gazing building.
Jian Zheng smiled and said, "Why don't you make a bet on how long it will take Xu Qi'an to kill Joan."
Salon Agu's face was gloomy: "Are you really so confident in him?"
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