"Two hundred immortals, nine swords!"

Li Kezhou listened to his own words.

He now somewhat understood why this was called a once-in-a-century opportunity.

For ordinary people, the Nine-Needle Swordsman is simply out of reach. All those who are qualified to hold them, without exception, are almost always the power to return to the real world.

Such a sword often returns to the true state of sword cultivation, and it is possible to have it only after the accumulation of life has been exhausted.

But now, this number only needs 200 immortals to get, which is a rare opportunity.

Of course, 200 is not a small number.

As far as the desert is concerned, only a few superpowers, such as the desert serpent, can gather so many gods.

Li Kezhou recalled his current number of immortals.

In addition to the devil worm that came out of it, it was particularly huge, and the shield-shaped emblem had a total of 160 in the pocket, and from 200 numbers, there were 40 gaps.

He looked at the sickle marten, thought for a moment, and suddenly he said. ！。 "Guys, I'm a scythe skunk, and now I can still take on the challenge, I'm forty years old, I'm going to bet with you again, would your favorite team be willing to fight?

His words did not stir up any waves.

The war has just ended, and everyone can clearly see that the sickle ferret in front of us is definitely not an unusual soul pet of the middle class, otherwise it would not have been possible to have such power.

The power of the scythe weasel has been exposed, and those who consider themselves invincible are naturally afraid of repeating it.

After a while, it was still the white-haired fetus, and the man said with great interest: "Child, you sickle ermine, your strength is beyond my expectations, but do you dare to fight my favorite [weeping sword eagle]?"

The ancient God is there.

When Mu Qingtong heard this, his face changed slightly, and he warned in a low voice: "Don't fight This person is in my desert, it is the number of Yuan Tie Jianxiu, and his sword eagle is a alien eagle, which is among the best."

"From what I know about this person, his sword eagle has been trained to the level of Master Ning Dan, and the most important thing is that it is flying soul bird, flying to heaven, almost in the wrong place. ”

"Top Soul Bird...... "Late Ning Dan!"

Li Kezhou is well thought out.

。 He looked at the sickle ferret on his shoulder, "Should we fight?" but you can be sure that this war is extremely difficult for you, and the eagle is your natural enemy and must have a unique way to deal with you.

Scythe Skunk's eyes rolled, but without saying anything, he jumped in again.

"This kid is so stupid!" "Even if you let the sickle ermine, and the sword eagle of the old man of the sword eagle, no one knows the sword eagle better than me, except for Master Yuan Fei, who has the ability to resist the sword, otherwise no matter what the power, this soul bird will be invincible.

"This is nature! A person runs on the ground, a person flies in the sky, and there is no sense of war at all. Although this sickle skunk is rare, it made its way into the playing field. It is only a goal, there is no room for resistance.

"Hahaha......"

Old Sword Eagle looked incredulous at first, but finally he couldn't contain his joy and laughed out loud.

Just now, he just said casually, he knew from the bottom of his heart that the other party could not accept fighting with his sword eagle, because as long as the long-term vision of the people, at first glance, they are invincible.

But he never expected that the other party would agree and send a sickle weasel to fight, which made him so happy that he went out and picked up a million spiritual stones.

"Good boy! courage! Go ......"

The old man touched the pocket of his waist, and a bright white shadow flew into the sky.

Everybody is watching.

It was a giant eagle with outstretched wings, three feet long. Its feathers are covered with a metallic sheen, its claws are large, its whetstone is large, and its ferocity is revealed. It makes people feel cold at first glance.

"This number... The difference is too great!"

"Can the Scythe Skunk withstand the Giant Eagle's attacks?"

"The sword eagle, it has the name of a sword because the sword it uses must be sharp, and coincidentally, both spiritual hobbies have the power to resist the wind. ”

"But it's a pity!" After all, the veins of the sickle weasel are inferior to those of the sword eagle. Although they are both blades of the wind, the difference in power between them will soon become apparent!"

The old man was still laughing: "Hahaha...... "Boy, today you skunk, can stop my sword eagle from killing you, I will cut off my head and give it to you."

"Sword Eagle, come on, let me see how you won with one punch. ”

The sound of the eagle comes from the sky.

The sword eagle glides, the mouthpiece is one, white light shoots out, and at the same time, spreads its huge claws like grasping the pockets of chicks.

The scythe skunk waving its claws, leaving empty leaves.

A sword light emitted by tons.

"Oh no! This sword eagle has such a hand.

Seeing a piece of iron feather from the past, Li Kaizhou's face suddenly changed.

These iron feathers are as sharp as throwing knives, capable of crushing dirt and gravel. The living, once swept away, are cut by thousands of knives.

The skunk apparently felt danger as well, and a strange gust of wind blew over him again, swinging his scythe.

This time, it's not a scythe, it's a hurricane. The hurricane shrouded about 10 feet, hitting the flying iron feathers.

Another crack.

The iron feather was swept away by the storm and swept towards the sword eagle in the opposite direction.

"No ......"

The old man below, watching the liver and gallbladder split, let out a hoarse roar.

But to no avail, the sword eagle was hit by the storm, and an iron feather on its body was immediately pulled out, clean and neat, and in a bloody moment, like a kite with a broken string, the one in mid-air fell.

"What was that, that Scythe Skunk's power?"

"When did a weasel be so amazing in its ability to protect against the wind that it could ride a hurricane?" is still a weak function. If he had the power of Yuantai to make a sword, wouldn't he raise his hand to raze a mountain?"

"This is definitely not a scythe ferret!" "A scythe skunk can't have that much strength!"

The sirens are high and low.

Li Kezhou breathed a sigh of relief.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

No wonder they all say that elves and beasts were brought up in war. Just now, the sickle weasel is facing nine deaths. Their ability to control the wind made a major breakthrough in an instant.

The power of the storm should not be the power of the sickle weasel, but the power of the evil wind he depicts.

Mu Qingtong was taken aback, turned around and asked, "Brother Li, your dear...... What's the difference?

Li Kezhou was silent for a while, and finally said: "He used to be a sickle ferret, but now he ...... "Maybe it should be called Typhoon Weasel As for the future name, no one can say clearly......"

Mu Qingtong listened with a skeptical expression.

Outside, the old man cried out sadly: "My sword eagle"

Looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, a pair of plucked feathers, and a bloody sword eagle, the old man's heart was grief-stricken, and he couldn't stop crying.

Li Kaizhou said: "The predecessor sword eagle is indeed a different species, it is indeed different, fortunately, my sickle weasel also has a storm blade, otherwise, today I don't know if it will win or lose."

The old man's heart was angry, but his anger was indescribable.

The war was started by him, and in the end, his swordsmanship and eagle skills were inferior to others, and he was defeated. The opponent did not guess from beginning to end, which left him speechless.

"Little devil!" my old swordsman, said respectfully and respectfully, horses are difficult to chase, you can rest assured, this war, I lost my heart with a blowjob, gambled money, and will never deny it.

The old man took out a bag, counted it, and threw it painfully.

"Our seniors did what they said, and that's admirable!"

The advantage of Li Kezhou is good. He didn't count the points, so he picked them up casually.

The old man sniffed his words, and his face became a little better.

"This kid is just hair!" First of all, I won 60 points from Lu Tianfang, and now I have won 40 points from Old Man Jianying. It was just a moment. That's more than three times the number of deaths I had in January.

Lu Tianfang's attention was unexpected, but instead of hurting himself, he made this person, which was really unexpected. Luckily, I didn't venture out or I would have had to pay."

"Look! The mirage has collapsed!"

Someone looked up at the sky and screamed in panic.

Everyone looked up.

I saw the white silk man walking step by step on a white camel in the sky, and by this time he had reached the top of the people's heads, and his speed seemed to increase suddenly, and he went straight down to Tao Jinquan.

Everyone held their breath.

The mirage, like a big curtain, towered in front of Tao Jinquan.

The white camel slowed down and finally came to a complete stop.

A faint voice, as if coming from far away: "You and others have national emblems, you can give it to me, as long as the amount is considerable, any treasure you want in the world, I can give it to you." ”

Lu Tian couldn't wait to get out.

He gambled all his money and sold his sword to see if he could buy a better sword with the 50 gods he had earned from selling it.

Hearing that mysterious voice, he took the lead and said, "I have fifty gods, I don't know what level of sword I can exchange!?"

He respectfully waited for an answer with trepidation.

Everyone has their own ideas and is full of excitement to hear about the purchasing power of the national emblem.

The mysterious voice said: "The symbol of God is nine, what rank of divine emblem do you hold in your hand, give me one, let me identify it."

Lu Tianfang undoubtedly owns him. He quickly pulled one out and threw it into Mirag.

(End of chapter)