Chapter Eighty-Seven: The City of Martial Pavilions

"Okay, are you ready?" Xia Xin said lightly, showing strong self-confidence, even with fifth-order combat power, facing heavy defenses, he still asked the other party if he was ready. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Xia Xin felt that if it was not another self, he would definitely have to shout a few words.

And the ninety-five mirror pride that was asked was in a sluggishness. Because he had heard it before, the hazy figure actually recognized his biggest secret at a glance. My mind was shaken, and I doubted my own judgment.

This heavy protection can really block an attack that is only a fifth-order peak combat power? He doubted, but he didn't dare to escape. He knows very well that if he doesn't escape, there is still a glimmer of life, and if he really escapes, he will make that person unhappy, and he will not suppress his cultivation. I'm afraid that even if I have the means to press the bottom box, I guess I won't be able to withstand the man's gaze...

After hearing the question, he nodded helplessly. The matter has come to this point, and I can only do my best and obey the destiny of heaven...

"Whoosh" A black sword shot towards the ninety-five mirror arrogance who was waiting for him. Breaking through the sky, ignoring the distance, he rushed to the outer blue ice shield in the blink of an eye.

What shocked the former was that the Dao method that could block the full force of the sixth-order peak was like a bamboo under this sword, and it could not stop its trend.

In just a few breaths, the first defensive line and dozens of ice shields were broken, and the sound of shattering was like a talisman in the ears of the Nine Five Mirrors.

And after breaking through the ice shield defense, the trend finally slowed down a bit. But he still ran into the transparent barrier engraved with a mysterious spell and urged out by his master.

The barrier was like a flexible ball, stopping the black sword. Before the ninety-five mirrors could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw a sword stabbed in the middle of the ball-like barrier, and then it seemed to have reached the limit, "click", and the voice like a life talisman sounded again.

There was a sound of "snort", and the sword light broke through the barrier and hit the shield behind it straight, the metal was piercing, but Jiuwu Jingao's face changed greatly. He looked from behind, and there was a crack in the center of the shield, which was very small at first, and then slowly became unbearable, and the sound of "bang", the shield split apart and turned into a pile of scrap metal...

Its owner was attacked and vomited a large mouthful of blood. But he didn't seem to realize it, because the smaller sword in front of him was rushing towards him.

"How can it be so strong? The defense I laid is a seventh-order to break it, and it will take a long time, let alone an attack with a mere fifth-order combat power. How is this possible?" he muttered, his hair standing on end, but he couldn't avoid it, because he was locked in. He wasn't sure if the last line of defense would hold the mark.

Yang Xia Xin was stunned and dumbfounded when he watched from behind. Is it so strong for yin and yang to add to one's own spiritual power?

"My yin qi has changed..."Yin Xia Xin explained, halfway through the words, it made Yang Xia Xin's heart itch, but he didn't know how to ask.

The sword came as scheduled, and Jiuwu Jingao even felt the breath of death, on the edge of hell. At the critical moment, he slammed into his chest again, and more blood gushed out than before, entering his chest.

The shadow of the "Squeak" beast suddenly became even larger, as if it swept the heavens and the earth. The earth-shattering roar came out, and this time the movement was a little bigger, and the rising sun was blocked by a huge figure.

The first thing to be discovered was the Martial Pavilion in the Southern Wasteland. The location of the Martial Pavilion is in the west of the Southern Wilderness near Xilin, an extremely ancient, dilapidated city that stands on a desolate plain. The southern realm is desolate, the aura is thin, and the genius treasure is even more rare and pitiful. Usually no warriors come.

But the ancient city on the plains is different, here is an endless stream of people, crowds of people, and the noise is endless. The gates were guarded to maintain order, and the top of the city walls were guarded. A young man who seemed to be weak and couldn't help himself complained with an unhappy face: "Lao Hei, you said that at this time of year, our martial arts city, where we can't find a few people on the street, will become like a busy city. Hey, when you're idle, you're idle. Busy, busy...", his voice was full of helplessness.

The one on the side seems to be a little older, close to middle age. It's just like that... There can only be one word to describe - black. Needless to say, his hair and eyebrows, but the skin exposed all over his body was black, like a piece of black charcoal. A pair of copper-colored armor is worn on the body, but this combination makes it even more weird.

Lao Hei's rough voice sounded: "Don't complain, if you are heard by the three deputy leaders, you won't have good fruit to eat." When the weak young man heard the so-called three deputy heads, his face changed, and he looked scared, and he looked left and then again...

Suddenly, the old black eyes glared, and he ran to the city wall to look at the sky. The frail young man was puzzled for a moment, and stepped forward to follow his gaze, but he didn't see anything. Puzzled, he asked, "Old Black, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you hear the noise from before?

"You're too suspicious, too..."Before the young man finished speaking, a bright pillar of light rose into the sky in the distance, straight into the sky. This change undoubtedly proves that Lao Hei's previous feeling is correct.

"Quick, you go and tell the three deputy leaders, I'm here to watch. Old Hei said in a deep voice. The frail young man was a little reluctant, but he still answered and quickly ran towards the city.

After a while, a military general wearing dark bronze armor rushed over and asked, "What's the matter? You rabbit cubs, can't you let the labor and management rest for a while?" I'm a rough person, these four words are literally written on my face...

The young man behind him ran all the way, panting and coming to the city wall with a bitter face.

The old black smiled bitterly: "Third deputy leader, this is really not the fault of his subordinates. Look over thereโ€”" The hands were also black, and they pointed to the golden pillar of light in the sky that had not yet dissipated.

"It's... Is this a divine horse?" The three deputy leaders were also dumbfounded, and then said to the young man: "You go again, go and invite the three masters!" The latter was speechless, but he was in awe of him and did not dare to disobey. I had to run into the city again.

It was only half a ring, and the three leaders in the dark iron armor rushed directly to carry the weak young man. Although this man was wearing battle armor, his body was not stout, but rather a little thin. But the rough man with the three deputy heads saluted lightly to the former, and said, "Three heads, you see... Uh, why is it gone?" he was about to point to the golden pillar of light, only a white cloud floated at the end of the sky.

"When I came, I saw it. Just before my gaze, it was gone. Qinghe's voice came from the mouth of the Confucian student, the black hair was tied up, the facial features were upright, the water chestnut horns were distinct, and then there was a battle armor to set off, and a heroic spirit emanated from the weak and thin body.

Confucius said lightly: "I don't know what that thing is." But it feels very extraordinary, so let's go and alarm the two deputy leaders today! โ€

Soon after they left, another black pillar of light rose into the sky, only this time, no one in the ancient city could witness it.

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