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The red-haired middle-aged man frowned. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the first time since the war began that he frowned.

Yes, with such a majesty, he also felt a little tricky.

But feeling a little tricky is not the same thing as having no means to deal with it. The red-haired middle-aged man's body burst out with golden light. The golden light became more and more dazzling, and the red-haired middle-aged man's body gradually became transparent.

Xiao Yan immediately felt bad. I don't know what's wrong, but I just don't think it's good. Without thinking, Xiao Yan immediately shot out several blood-colored small swords.

Xiao Yan's senses were keen, and the red-haired middle-aged man was performing the technique of incarnating into golden light. Perhaps, this is the feeling of fighting that has been cultivated through the battle of life and death.

The sea of swords is coming, and seeing that the figure of the red-haired middle-aged man is about to fade completely, the red-haired middle-aged man's fading figure suddenly paused, and immediately condensed a little more. The next moment, several sharp swords shot at the front pierced the transparent body of the red-haired middle-aged man, bringing out a few poignant blood flowers.

In the screams, the red-haired middle-aged man finally rushed to the ensuing rain of swords and faded away without a trace.

"It's a pity!"

The storm sighed in his heart, but he ignored the fact that the golden light was everywhere. Not far in front of the storm, the figure of a red-haired middle-aged man suddenly condensed, his body was bloodstained, and his face was as pale as snow, but his eyes had turned into a dark gold glowing with blood red with anger.

"Die!"

Staring at the blood-red golden eyes, the Xuanyun Jade Ruler slashed down angrily, and a fierce golden ruler flew towards the storm.

The storm was too late to dodge, and immediately spread its arms like a big peng, and suddenly its body was blown backwards by the strong wind stirred up by the ruler, and it floated out a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

A hundred meters away, the strength of the golden ruler was much weaker, and the storm raised his arm and clasped his palms into the air, and a huge wind sword immediately appeared in the air and shattered the golden ruler.

The eight-star Dou Emperor sneak attack on a six-star peak Dou Emperor has not yet succeeded, and it must be a big joke to say it. The red-haired middle-aged man's eyes were particularly gloomy. However, he was not annoyed that he didn't succeed in the sneak attack storm, but after being frustrated and missing again and again, he had a clear understanding of the combat power of Xiao Yan and the others, and he was also soberly aware that he might not be sure to win this battle, because he was now injured and was also restrained by Xiao Yan's soul fighting skills.

It's a must!

The red-haired middle-aged man was determined, and a voice sounded loudly.

"You can also take my trick and try it! Quasi-Saint Rank Fighting Technique, Ten Thousand Poisons Nine Miasma!"

What followed was a billowing green mist.

It's Nan Ermin.

Everyone was a little stunned: "Isn't the "Ten Thousand Poisons Nine Miasma" not even up to the world level? Nan Erming really dares to bluff and brag!

The red-haired middle-aged man didn't know that the "Ten Thousand Poisons and Nine Miasma" couldn't even reach the world level, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

But all fighting skills and exercises, as long as they are stained with the word "sacred", should not be underestimated. Although the quasi-saint-level fighting technique has an extra word "quasi" in front of the word "saint", it is also a "saint" level fighting skill, even in ancient times when high-level fighting skills are not rare, it is extremely rare, not to mention that there is also a word "poison" in the name of this quasi-saint-level fighting technique shouted by Nan Erming, which is a poison fighting technique that any fighting emperor is deeply afraid of. And there are more than 10,000 words in front of the word "poison"!

The red-haired middle-aged man was like a great enemy, hurriedly dancing like the wind, and his fighting spirit swept in all directions, wanting to drive away the poisonous fog.

But when Nan Erming's green poisonous mist and the red-haired middle-aged golden ruler wind came into contact, the level of their fighting skills was judged. The green poisonous mist was not dispersed by the wind of the ruler, but was immediately extinguished by the golden light, just as the ice and snow melted immediately after being illuminated by the scorching sun.

The red-haired middle-aged man looked at this scene stunned, this, is this a quasi-saint level fighting skill? )