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At the same time that An Chengde was targeted by Jiuying, Zhao Wuqiu also encountered tricky things, not only them, but also the three people who passed through Yongdao, Yan Wusheng also encountered the same, but An Chengde had a unique Bodhi tree there.

Yan Wusheng was trapped in the flame hell-like testing ground, and what tested him was a group of mutated turtledoves, or birds and birds that resembled strange beasts Bi Fang; An Chengde had thought about Yan Wusheng's cultivation method before, and the Great Compassion Yama that Yan Wusheng learned from the Criminal Department was a typical set of seven wound fists, injuring the enemy by one thousand and inflicting eight hundred, so until the last critical moment, Yan Wusheng would not have performed the Great Compassion Yama Decision, but Bi Fang was a famous alien beast race in the ancient capital, and on the other side of them, Yan Wusheng was really not qualified to choose to retain his strength and compete with them。

Compared with the embarrassed An Chengde who has nothing to do and what to do, Zhao Wuqiu's situation is slightly better, because he is facing three imposing blades, although Zhao Wuqiu is one of the great disciples of the Six Halls, he is kind and kind, and his personality is well-known to be a little less ruthless and resolute.

They broke into the trials one after another unprepared, giving them a good chance to make up for their shortcomings.

An abandoned field, overgrown with weeds, and the three blades placed opposite Zhao Wuqiu are also quite famous, dragon teeth, tiger wings, dog gods, the three famous demon knives in prehistory, at this time became Zhao Wuqiu's biggest enemy.

The demon knife still had the soul of the previous host, so there was no gap in the move at all, which could be captured by Zhao Wuqiu, and gradually the three demon knives forced Zhao Wuqiu into a desperate situation of life and death.

"I knew that I would have let Senior Brother Yan come, this is too watery. "Zhao Wuqiu is different from Yan Wusheng's pursuit, his cultivation is mainly steady and steady, and there are few explosive breakthroughs, so in terms of breakthroughs in the exercises, he does not consider the explosion.

"Keng, Keng!K!" The three demon swords were linked together, the dragon's teeth took the lead, the tiger wings and the dog god followed one after another, Zhao Wuqiu inherited the Great Elder's 'Zhou Tian Decision', and gradually blessed the Dao power layer by layer, so as to have excellent combat ability.

Zhao Wuqiu is not a child like An Chengde, he is the senior brother of the Field Service Hall, as one of the eldest disciples of the Six Halls, his unwavering faith and rich combat experience are indelible things that he has accumulated all year round.

Because of this, Zhao Wuqiu will not sit still, if he wants to succeed, he must break through, break through the shackles that bound him before, put enough pressure on himself, and then make himself stronger.

"Peng!" Zhao Wuqiu's previous corner was destroyed by three demon knives, the demon knives were deep in the surface, Zhao Wuqiu stepped on the unpretentious fine iron sword, and the aura around him was mentioned to the most crazy state, regardless of the bearing limit of his torso, he only sought the immediate result, fought against the water, and drew his salary from the bottom of the kettle.

The "trance-......" demon knife rushed to the stone pier, turned around and shot towards Zhao Wuqiu, and the three knives merged into one on the way.

"Come on, come on!" Zhao Wuqiu's iron sword shot out at the bottom of his feet, his hand grasping the hilt of the sword, and the Dao power of his whole body converged on the blade of the sword.

At this moment, Zhao Wuqiu left his life and death behind, and now he is a weapon like the three demon swords, only seeking victory and defeat, not survival!

"Sora!" a deafening aura explosion was added, coupled with a messy air current

In an instant, the iron sword was condensed by the aura into countless pieces of iron and flew around, some flew into Zhao Wuqiu's limbs, and some were scattered on the surrounding surface, the iron sword shattered, Zhao Wuqiu did not dodge, but made a posture of wanting to take the white blade empty-handed, the residual spiritual consciousness on the demon knife carried the momentum of a beast, which was fundamentally different from the ordinary sword blade, no matter how skilled Zhao Wuqiu was in receiving the white blade empty-handed before, his hands would not be able to withstand the erosion of the demon qi.

But Zhao Wuqiu didn't pause, the residual Dao power on his hands wrapped in his palms, violently blending, the three knives were one, the brutal demon power on the blade melted the flesh and blood in an instant, the miserable white hand bones held the sharp blade, the blood gushed out of the hot young man's blood, and the arrogance in those eyes was difficult to hide, as if he wanted to die with the three demon knives.

"Buzzing ......" The three demon knives were completely covered with blood, and the original indomitable edge began to diminish rapidly, and the scorching young blood made them dare not harden the three remnants of the spirit in the demon knife, this time the demon knife was afraid, and they wanted to withdraw, but unfortunately Zhao Wuqiu only had the hands of the bones, holding the three demon knives to death, the roles were reversed, and Zhao Wuqiu's desperate momentum of San Lang actually suppressed the remnant soul in the three demon knives.

"Force me to go crazy, you are still the first, and you are very lucky, you succeeded!" Zhao Wuqiu's brain began to lack oxygen, seventy percent of the blood in his veins had flowed out, the scythe of the god of death had been raised, and Zhao Wuqiu couldn't escape from his palm.

"Ding ......" A crisp bell rang on the savage grassland, and the small and exquisite Taoist Sanqing bell hung high above Zhao Wuqiu's head, like a clear stream of aura seeped into Zhao Wuqiu's Yin Hall, calming his agitated and restless mind, under the intervention of this magic weapon, Zhao Wuqiu slowly let go of his hands, and the three demon knives fell weakly, and the blades fell into the grass, not moving at all.

The white-robed Bodhi Ancestor, holding three thousand whiskers and dust, fell in front of Zhao Wuqiu, time had been stopped by his means, Zhao Wuqiu's gradually gray eyes made the Bodhi Ancestor slightly stunned, the young man should have valued life the most, like Zhao Wuqiu, who did not hesitate to die with the demon sword, he still had never heard of it, did Zhao Wuqiu think that his life was worthless?

The answer is definitely no.

Zhao Wuqiu estimated that the space he was in was definitely not the only one, Yan Wusheng might have already come in, and many senior brothers would definitely encounter such a situation, rather than letting the three demon swords defeat him, it was better to use his own life and the demon sword to return together, so as to ensure the safety of the senior brothers.

Bodhi saw through Zhao Wuqiu's thoughts, what Zhao Wuqiu thought in his heart was: guarding, with a small broad, sacrificing one's life and forgetting oneself, it is worth saving; Bodhi's fingertips lightly touched on Zhao Wuqiu's eyebrows, and a mysterious lotus rune was printed on his forehead, this is a consciousness of Bodhi, with Bodhi's perception of life and death, at this juncture, Bodhi Ancestor felt that he could help Zhao Wuqiu, and it was this thought.

Zhao Wuqiu's mind was attracted by a soft light in the fluttering and muddy, and the halo that was not bright wanted to be in front of him, but Zhao Wuqiu just couldn't catch it, the light group retreated a little bit, Zhao Wuqiu caught up with three points, and after chasing for a long time, Zhao Wuqiu finally pounced on this light group.

The "hiss......" light suddenly disappeared, Zhao Wuqiu sat up from the wet grass suddenly, and after shivering, Zhao Wuqiu confirmed his state in confusion and was not injured...... The flesh on his hands somehow grew.

"What the hell!" Zhao Wuqiu jumped up suddenly, the world was still the world just now, and even the traces left by the surrounding battles were so familiar, which showed that Zhao Wuqiu was not dreaming, everything had really happened.

"Keng!" The three demon knives merged into one, and in a flash, they rushed out of the ground again, and after a whirlwind, they lay calmly in the void in front of Zhao Wuqiu.

Inscription on the front of the sword: Dog God, Reverse Knife Inscription: Tiger Wing, Inscription on the back of the knife: Dragon Tooth, Dragon Tooth is the edge, Dog God Tiger Wing is blessed left and right, and a newborn demon knife was born in front of Zhao Wuqiu.

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