If the head of the family had just appeared, Wang Ying chose to leave the Bei family with Bei Xiaoxiao, and things would not have developed to this point, this guy was simply killing himself!

The people of the Northern Family don't think that a half-step martial artist can fight with a half-step martial king.

At least as far as they knew, that had never happened.

Today, Wang Ying and Bei Xiaoxiao are probably dead.

However, they still admired Wang Ying's courage.

"Ding, congratulations to the host Wang Ying for successfully pretending to be forced, and getting 20 points of pretending to be forced, and the total loading value is 1380 points. ”

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Seeing that the killing intent in Wang Ying's eyes was not weaker than him at all, the corners of Beihua's mouth suddenly outlined a trace of a cruel smile, and he laughed angrily: "If you have any ability, just try it, don't say that I bully the juniors and don't give you a chance." ”

"Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect!"

Beihua snorted coldly, and then saw him directly spread his arms, a pair of deep eyes sharp and arrogant, and then, above his head, a stream of light sword shadows entwined with thunder and lightning was converging and forming, thunder and lightning "crackled", and the surging thunder and lightning were intertwined on the sword body condensed with several yuan qi, exuding an extremely violent energy, which made people chill.

"I didn't expect that the major cultivation of the family was not only promoted to the realm of the half-step martial king, but even the supernatural power "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" at the bottom of the ground level allowed him to cultivate to the realm of Xiaocheng, it seems that Wang Ying, this kid, is really dead today. ”

Looking at the countless electric light sword shadows that were densely packed above Yuan Hua's head, the eyes of everyone in the Bei family were full of debut brilliance, and the great elder of the Bei family, Bei Shangguang, couldn't help but exclaim, and his heart was shocked.

The martial artists on the Canghuang Continent pay the most attention to the cultivation level, followed by the magic power, a martial artist in the cultivation realm at the same time to improve the progress of the supernatural power, this is the same as one heart and two purposes, therefore, for ordinary martial artists, it is a very difficult thing to cultivate a kind of supernatural power to the realm of Dacheng or consummation.

Similarly, the higher the level of the supernatural power, the more difficult it is to cultivate, Beihua can be promoted to a half-step martial king at the same time, he can cultivate the Bei family's Zhen clan level to Xiaocheng, which shows how high his talent and understanding are, which is also the biggest reason why others are qualified to be the head of the Bei family in middle age.

And the power of the earth-level supernatural power can be several times stronger than the supernatural power of the Xuan level, and a family like the Bei family only has one earth-level supernatural power, and now it is used in front of a half-step Wuzun realm ghost, which shows that Beihua also knows the truth that the lion fights the rabbit and does his best.

This time, it was difficult for Wang Ying not to die.

This was the thought that popped up in the hearts of everyone present, as if they could already foresee the death of Wang Ying and Bei Xiaoxiao.

However, Wang Ying's complexion remained unchanged, his eyes revealed an unparalleled look of confidence, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted a faint smile, and he also slowly raised his palm, and a dark golden glow gradually appeared on the palm, at the same time, Wang Ying did not retreat but advanced, and walked towards Beihua's place, as if the countless dense thunder sword shadows above Beihua's head did not exist, which made everyone's hearts shocked again.

What is Wang Ying doing that guy, do you know that you are going to die, and you can't go forward to die.

At this time, everyone had a trace of doubt in their eyes, and Bei Xiaoxiao's pretty face was already full of worry, but she didn't open her mouth to dissuade Wang Ying, because she knew that once Wang Ying decided something, even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu came, she would not want to change, so she could only let Wang Ying walk to Beihua step by step, and at the same time pinned her life on this young man who had repeatedly performed miracles.

Looking at Wang Ying, who was not afraid of death, Beihua's face sneered even more, the only thing he was a little afraid of was the two strange flames in this little ghost's body, in addition, he didn't think that this little ghost could use any means that could threaten him, a half-step martial arts ghost, wanted to confront him, a half-step martial king's powerhouse, it was simply a fool's dream.

"Now I'm going to let you see with your own eyes what is called the strength of a half-step martial king!"

The coldness and killing intent in Beihua's eyes surged wildly, like a killing god who chose people to devour, and the vast thunder vitality was poured into several sword shadows above his head again, making the electric brilliance of the sword shadows even more dazzling, and with the movement of his mind, several thunder sword shadows immediately locked on the target, and they were scattered all over the place, and they instantly stabbed Wang Ying, as if they had completely sealed Wang Ying's retreat.

"Wang Ying, this time you will definitely have to die by ten thousand swords piercing your heart. A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the Great Elder of the Northern Family, in his opinion, the battle would soon be over, remembering Wang Ying's disrespectful words just now, there was no room left for him, at this moment, he only felt that the head of the family had a bad breath for him, and he didn't know how comfortable he was.

Countless electric sword shadows cut through the space, turning into a dazzling afterimage in the air, as fast as lightning, straight towards Wang Ying angrily, but at this time, Wang Ying lowered his eyes and looked at his palm beyond everyone's expectations.

In the palm of his hand, the dark golden light is also more and more brilliant, and soon it is bright to the extreme, and then, a bit of extremely deep black dot is separated from the dark golden light, and the deep black dot is like a black hole, as if it can swallow the soul of a person, however, this is not over, when the black dot emerges, it is actually expanding at an astonishing speed, Wang Ying can also feel the rapid flow of vitality in his body, it seems that with his half-step martial arts cultivation, it is still a little difficult to exert the divine power of the heavenly level.

However, Wang Ying, who has a super pretending artifact in his hand, is not afraid of being squandered by him, as long as there is enough pretending value, he can beat the half-step martial king's Beihua all over the ground.

"You can die under the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect of the head of this family, you are proud enough, remember, in the next life, you will be reincarnated as a human being, and your edge cannot be too exposed. Beihua's tone had become flat, in his opinion, the matter would be resolved soon, and Wang Ying would not be able to survive under his earth-level supernatural powers.

The smile on the corner of Wang Ying's mouth remained unchanged, and his palm suddenly pushed towards the sword shadows of several lightning bolts, and shouted in a deep voice: "Great Heavenly Creation Palm, give me death!"

As Wang Ying's shouts fell, I saw that the space in front of Wang Ying suddenly became distorted, and a black circle of light that was so black that it made people's hearts chill spread out in an instant, and collided with the dense thunder sword shadow in an instant.

The black aperture collided with several sword shadows, and the black aperture immediately formed a great attraction, like a magnet, directly absorbing countless sword shadows.