Ao Fenggu looked at this scene and sighed, "This fat man has been defeated. ”

The Seven Killing Palace has the Seven Killing Sword Technique, and when you cultivate to the end of your cultivation, you can control seven flying swords at the same time.

And Wu Jian, as the palace master of the Seven Killing Palace, the Seven Killing Sword Law has certainly been completed, but at the beginning, he did not control the seven flying swords at the same time, and used a killing blow to Manqing, and he had already lost at that time.

The remaining three flying swords flew out at the same time.

All of them were slapped into the ground by the brute.

Another burst of dense sword light flew in, but at this time, it was not a flying sword, but a sword intent.

But to no avail.

Manqing walked slowly forward as if he was strolling in the court.

Finally came to Wu Jian's side.

At this moment, as long as he took out his sword, the big sword like the door panel could stab the palace master of the Seven Killing Palace in front of him.

Of course, he is more likely to use a swatter, like a fly.

Ao Fenggu knew that it would be more effortless, and he imagined the picture of this obese middle-aged man being slapped away by a sword, and felt that it was so poignant.

Wu Jian was already sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

The Seven Killing Palace Palace Master said dejectedly, "I lost. ”

Manqing said, "Then get out of the way." ”

Wu Jian's face trembled, "You won't kill me?"

Manqing nodded.

Wu Jian was stunned for a moment, his heart was full of joy, he thanked him again and again, picked up the sword box, just took two steps, turned around again, and asked, "That, can I pick up my sword back?"

Manqing pondered for a moment and nodded.

So, the palace master of the Seven Killing Palace held the sword box, pouted the fat fart, pulled out the seven swords scattered on the ground one by one, and carefully put them into the sword box.

He was very fat, and he was very tired from drawing his sword, and he had to wipe a handful of sweat or rub his sore waist from time to time, so the whole process of drawing the sword seemed very funny.

Especially in such moments of war.

In the Valley of the Gods, the strong men of the Phoenix Clan, the ruling knights, and the half-orcs all watched in amazement as the fat man pouted his ass and drew his sword, and they didn't understand why this kind of picture appeared.

Ao Fenggu was stunned for a while before he sighed, "I'm afraid that the face of the Seven Killing Palaces has been lost by this palace master of theirs. ”

The gloomy man smiled indifferently and didn't say anything.

Finally picked up the flying swords scattered everywhere, Wu Jian held the sword box and slowly returned to the Dangshen Valley, and the eyes of the surrounding Phoenix powerhouses looked at him.

It's a shame.

Manqing stood in place and shouted in the direction of the Swinging God Valley, "Next." ”

After a brief silence, an old man with gray hair left his seat and walked in front of Manqing.

The old man had a childish face, his back was straight, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, he looked brute, his head was held high, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Yesterday, Manqing fought against all the warriors of the half-orcs, and today he defeated Bai Wei and Wu Jian, two emperor-level powers, and the powerful combat power he showed has exceeded everyone's expectations.

To be able to stand up at such a time, no matter what the strength is, the courage and courage have surpassed the vast majority of the strong.

And the recklessness and disdain shown by this old man made people can't help but speculate about his origin.

Ao Fenggu asked suspiciously, "What is the origin of this old man, he is so crazy!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect Sect Master Ming Chengzhi," the gloomy man said, "Although his strength is strong, he is a cut below Wu Jian. ”

Ao Fenggu was surprised, "Then what is he doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect say, "I read that you are a junior junior, and I will let you use the left-handed sword." ”

Ao Fenggu was stunned, "Such a stinky fart?"

The gloomy man frowned, "Ming Chengzhi is a left-hander, a left-handed sword that has been cultivated. ”

Ao Fenggu sighed: "It's really stinky and shameless." ”

Different from Ao Fenggu's reaction, the Phoenix army in the Dangshen Valley heard the old man's words, and immediately became excited, the successive defeats in the past two days made the Phoenix army feel depressed and aggrieved, and now that the old man appeared, the momentum alone overshadowed the chilling man.

Manqing snorted, held his sword, and stepped forward.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and he took out another sword from nowhere, and his figure flashed and appeared behind him, and before he could move, the old man's body disappeared from the spot and appeared in another place.

Manqing was stunned for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the old man was sometimes here, sometimes there, his figure was like a ghost, which was unpredictable.

But to everyone's surprise, in the next time, the old man kept appearing and disappearing, spinning around the manqing, always staying outside the attack range of the iron sword in the manqing's hand.

The corners of Ao Fenggu's mouth twitched, "This old man won't just keep jumping and playing, right?"

Half an hour later.

The old man finally stopped wandering around, stood in front of Manqing, his old face was flushed, he gasped for breath, and said: "I can't hurt you, and you can't hurt me, how about a tie?"

Manqing froze in place.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, hugged his fists, and turned to leave.

Everyone was stunned.

This old guy is actually thick-skinned to such an extent.

When the old man returned to his seat, everyone cast disdainful glances, but the old man was unaware of it, and snorted his tea triumphantly.

At this moment, a woman suddenly stood up.

She was dressed in red, which was particularly eye-catching in the Phoenix army, and as she stood up, everyone's hearts tightened.

Those judging knights had a kind of worship and fanaticism in their eyes.

Ye Xiuhong, the first seat of the ruling, got up and just took a step.

"Stand down. ”

A voice rang out.

The voice was majestic and full of majesty.

Ye Xiuhong was stunned, he didn't expect to hear this voice, hesitated for a moment, and retreated.

Everyone looked at the magnificent chariot.

Behind the light veil, the ruling palace master sat up straight, and the two ruling deacons opened the light veil curtain.

The ruling palace master said loudly: "A word camp." ”

The thousand knights of judgment at the front agreed with a bang.

"A hundred people are a team," the ruling palace master's voice was indifferent, "kill." ”

As his words fell, the 1,000 knights of the Knights of the Ruling Armor Battalion drove their horses out of the Valley of the Swinging Gods and assembled in the vast wilderness.

This is war, and it does not depend on the bravery and strength of individuals.

The vast flat land in front of the Valley of the Dang Gods, a hundred horsemen charged, there was only one person in the barbarian green, his hand did not leave the sword, and he could only hold the distance of three feet around, how could he stop it?

Ao Fenggu felt a slight difference in his heart, and muttered softly, "It's finally here." ”

This is the next day.

The gloomy man finally put down the book, walked out of the pergola, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Third Senior Brother, what are you doing here?" Ao Fenggu asked.

The gloomy man did not answer, holding a branch in his right hand and writing a word on the ground.

"Sand. ”

So the ground in front of him instantly dried up and cracked, and finally turned into countless fine grains of sand.

In front of the Valley of the Swinging Gods, the hundred-man team at the front had already launched a charge.

For countless years, the dragon and phoenix of the Kyushu world have stood on three legs, the dragon elephant rider of the dragon clan, the iron floating tu of the human race, and the ruling knight of the phoenix clan, which are the three most powerful military forces.

Now that the dragon elephant ride has become history, the Iron Floating Slaughter has rushed to Kunlun, and outside the Valley of the Gods, only the powerful ruling knights remain.

Who in the world can stop this terrible force?

(End of chapter)