"Stop!" Seeing this scene, the man in the fight with Fan Tiesheng shouted loudly, maybe the relationship between them is not very close, but they both belong to the palace, and this time he is leading the team, if there is really an accident, everything must be counted on his head. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally, he was full of confidence in this action, and he even boasted about Haikou in front of the emperor, but who knew that everything was changing so quickly, and seeing that Yechen was about to kill the master of forging the vein, the white-haired middle-aged man of the forging vein tricelestial sky, couldn't help but be very anxious.

The number of forging masters cultivated by the palace is really limited, and each of them has consumed a huge amount of resources, if there is any more loss, the emperor is afraid that he will feel heartache.

"I want to go, hehe, your opponent is me." Seeing that the other party was actually fighting with him, he actually dared to be distracted by other things, Fan Tiesheng naturally saw this good opportunity and attacked fiercely, but unfortunately the strength gap was there, Fan Tiesheng couldn't help but hate this action, but seeing that the situation on Yechen's side was very good, Fan Tiesheng was excited in his heart, and at the same time, he naturally worked harder to entangle this master of forging veins triple heaven.

That's right, Yechen's side is very important, if his side is defeated, then the final outcome can also be imagined.

"Look for death!" Seeing Fan Tiesheng, whose strength was weaker than his own, but his brute strength was amazing, the white-haired middle-aged man frowned, although he had been tepid before, but he had not been able to make contributions, he was also annoyed in his heart, and at this moment, seeing that the forging veins were facing a crisis, he naturally couldn't go on like this.

The white-haired middle-aged man was ruthless in his heart, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but increase his strength, if everything before was a small fight, then now, the real thing is life and death.

The white-haired middle-aged man quickly took out a swift talisman from his arms, quickly pasted it on his thigh, and couldn't help but feel a burst of yellow mangs, the masters of the forging vein realm who work for the palace will naturally be rewarded by the emperor, and this swift talisman is like this, almost every master of the forging vein realm has one or two on his body.

"Swift Charm!" After seeing the white-haired middle-aged man's movements, Fan Tiesheng naturally saw it clearly, this talisman, he has been a general for so many years, and he naturally knows it.

I've never eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run!

Fan Tiesheng was fortunate enough to see it once, and he was envious in his heart at the beginning, but he couldn't, he was an outsider after all, and this swift talisman in the cultivation world may be extremely ordinary, rotten goods, but in the eyes of mortals, this is incomparable to gold and silver.

With the blessing of this swift talisman, the speed will be tripled, even if a person who is not good at light skills can become a peerless master, it is conceivable what the value of this swift talisman is in the mortal world, although he is envious, but Fan Tiesheng can't afford to have the slightest thought at this moment, after all, it is the enemy who uses the talisman.

Fan Tiesheng clenched the copper hammer in his hand tightly with both hands, and there were fine beads of sweat overflowing from the position of contact, it is conceivable what the situation in Fan Tiesheng's heart is at this moment, and when he turned to Yechen's side, the black palm print was like a broken bamboo, and the layer of spiritual power shield was about to kill the master of the forging vein one heavy heaven, but how could the other three masters be restrained, and they all reached out to help, wanting to save the master of the forging vein one heavy heaven from Yechen's hands.

"Not good!" Feeling the sound of the wind, Fan Tiesheng was cold all over his body, the muscles of his whole body were tensed, and the subtle wind around him blew by, like the catkins fluttering in March, but at this moment, Fan Tiesheng felt like a man's back, his eyes moved again and again, and he kept scanning left and right, and the white-haired middle-aged man who was originally opposite him had long since disappeared.

"Drink!"

Feeling the faint sound of wind in his ears, Fan Tiesheng couldn't help but feel a spirit, a pair of big copper hammers, and smashed towards the seemingly empty place.

"Boom!"

I don't know if it's because of good luck, the white-haired middle-aged man who disappeared was actually forced out by Fan Tiesheng, and the long sword that was clenched was fiercely resisted by the long sword that could be seen at the moment, and at this moment, it was only the length of a child's arm from Fan Tiesheng.

Fortunately, he just paid attention to every move around him, otherwise the consequences were really unimaginable, at this moment, Fan Tiesheng's back was cold, just now there was a complete element of luck in it, Fan Tiesheng was happy, but he was afraid for a while.

If the long sword moves forward a few inches, he will be finished, and the person with the blessing of the swift talisman is extremely terrifying, and it can be seen from the white-haired middle-aged man who disappeared abruptly just now, of course, this is not to merge into the void, but the speed has reached a terrifying point, and even the spiritual sense can't keep up with the rhythm.

"Humph!"

Seeing that there was no one-hit kill, the white-haired middle-aged man was obviously very dissatisfied, but the sneak attack failed and had been transferred to the bright place, and the sneak attack had no great effect.

"Okay, it's worthy of being my Jingnan Tianzong talent, and I really have some ability." The white-haired middle-aged man stared at Fan Tiesheng, his eyes narrowed slightly, if it weren't for the fact that Fan Tiesheng was already in a hostile situation with Jingnan at the moment, the white-haired middle-aged man really didn't want to do anything to Fan Tiesheng.

"Ahh In the distance, a terrible scream came, in this short period of confrontation, Yechen's side had obviously divided the winner and loser, even if the three forging realm masters tried their best to rush over, but Yechen, who had already calculated everything, how could he miss, in the palm of his right hand, a burst of light flashed, and the black light mark that hit the spiritual power cover couldn't help but speed up, without the joint defense of the three forging vein realms, just this master of forging veins and a heavy heaven, how could he defend against the blow that Yechen was preparing for in a frightening manner.

"Poof"

The black light mark was fiercely imprinted on the man's body, and the chest was directly dented by a large section, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help it, and it spurted out directly from his mouth, mixed with a few fragments of internal organs.

"Puff Puppet"

The man fell to the ground, and after convulsions a few times, there was no movement, and at this moment, the three masters of forging veins and a heavy heaven rushed over, their faces were not very good, and the four of them dealt with an existence of the same level, and it seemed that the little guy, who was dozens of years younger than them, actually killed one under their noses, which made them have a good face to face.

"Bastard, stop!" The sound of anger sounded in Yechen's ears, it was the master of the Forging Triple Heaven, but at this moment, he was not angry at Yechen, but Jiang Ning, who had been fighting from afar.

At this moment, the white-armored young man, like a dead dog, crawled on the ground, spitting out bursts of blood foam from his mouth from time to time, relying on a set of magic weapons, he had always felt that he was superior, and he didn't take Yechen in his eyes at all, but it was his arrogance that led to this result.

If he dealt with other people, maybe he could really succeed, but Jiang Ning, who had practiced "Corpse Emperor Decision", was a hard nail, and the spiritual power in his body was at least three times thicker than that of the same level, plus the body that was comparable to a magic weapon, which made Bai Jia secretly annoyed, and he couldn't cause fatal damage to Jiang Ning at all.

And because the soft sword on his waist was exposed, he couldn't cause the same damage to Jiang Ning as he did at all, and those small injuries were actually intact after bursts of black mist emerged in Jiang Ning's body, as if he had not been injured, if it weren't for the torn clothes that showed all this, the man in white armor wouldn't believe what he saw at all.

Jiang Ning, who had no worries, naturally brutally abused the white-armored man for a while, although because he didn't have a good weapon, he couldn't break through the defense of the white armor at all, and caused real injuries to the white-armored man, but the shock that passed from the halberd was real.

Maybe it's because at the end of the day after tomorrow, Jiang Ning's self-created kung fu led to the fact that even if his cultivation has reached the realm of forging veins, he still likes to use the methods of mortals, and the halberd is not used to stab at all in his hands, but more, it is used to smash.

After so many blows, the internal force in the white-armored man's body was exhausted, and he naturally reached the point where he was at the mercy of Jiang Ning. Now he can only lie on the ground, with a pair of bull's eyes that don't hide blood, glaring at Jiang Ning viciously, eager to eat him in one bite.

"Hey, is this a long sword, but it's too soft, and it's good to use as a belt." Holding the soft sword that he got from the white-armored man, he kept looking at it over and over, his eyes were bright, but after dancing a few times, it instantly dimmed, this sword was too soft, it was not the type he liked at all, after playing for a while, he felt bored, but thinking of the white-armored man who used it as a belt before, he lowered his head and looked at his belt, and couldn't help but nodded. This made the white-armored man lying on the ground even more angry, this soft sword, he loved it like a treasure, but he didn't expect it to be in Jiang Ning's hands, but it was only reduced to the existence of a belt.

Under the anger and anger, the white-armored man's throat made a gurgling sound, a pair of eyes, staring at Jiang Ning fiercely, and the Adam's apple moved, but he couldn't say a word, but more blood foam emerged.

"Hey, I'm a lot older, and I'm still so angry." Seeing the white-armored man like this, after tying the soft sword to his waist, he shook his head with regret, and even more words in his mouth, are you old? The man in white armor is at most twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he is completely in high spirits, but he is called 'old' by Jiang Ning.

"Oh, I almost forgot the good stuff." Stunned, Jiang Ning stared at the white armor on the white-armored man's body, which made the white-armored man's eyes widen even more, and his mouth made a whining sound, wanting to resist, but the joints of his whole body seemed to be dislocated, and he couldn't exert the slightest strength at all, let alone resist.

The white armor before was a strict defense of the white-armored man, full of turtle shells, Jiang Ning naturally would not let go of such a good thing, and couldn't help but spit two mouthfuls into his mouth, and couldn't help but say, he reached out and wanted to take off the white armor.

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