Ling Xu's feeling was amazing. Every trace of true power in the meridians obeyed the call like never before, and the silverized muscles seemed to suddenly become soft at this time, and even the martial spirit, which had been silent all the time, was extremely lively. The silver liquid condenses at the tip of the spear, and the bell sound of the horn wind chimes is like the wind lingering on the tip of the spear.

A feeling that he had never felt before came to the forefront, and Ling Xu felt that he could control every detail of this gun, every bit of power of the gun's rotation. The true power was injected along the body of the gun, straight through the tip of the gun, and even he could clearly feel the slight tremor of the gun body at the moment when the real power penetrated the tip of the gun......

It's an intoxicating feeling!

The pace of the charge, with perfect rhythm and rhythm, every time he stepped on the ground, he would increase his strength by a point, and the light of the spear tip would be brighter.

The silver spear is level, without a trace of fluctuation.

When the last step was completed, the light on the tip of the gun was dazzling.

He was like a burning meteor, a dazzling light that eclipsed the world.

Rong Rou didn't expect that Ling Xu would break through at this time.

This shot made his face change greatly, his eyes were wide open, his palms were stretched out, his five fingers were open, his ten fingers seemed to be pressed into the calm lake, and ten ripples spread from his fingertips.

The ripples spread, merging into one, converging in front of him into a twisted transparent round shield.

A blazing meteor hits the round shield!

The transparent round shield shattered like glass.

Rong Rou's face changed again, and in the face of the cold light that lit up like stars, she snapped her fingers and flicked her fingers, and her body retreated at the same time.

The light burst suddenly, and Rong Rou's eyes were white.

When the light dissipated, I saw Rong Rou's staggered figure, his face was full of disbelief, and there was a bloody hole in his left palm, dripping with blood.

He barely stabilized his body, the sharp pain in his palm was unconscious, and his gaze stared at Ling Xu blankly.

Ling Xu maintained the posture of the gun, motionless, like a sculpture.

Plopped, Ling Xu fell on his back.

Rong Rou didn't move, he still stared at the unconscious Ling Xu from afar, and the shock in his heart was indescribable. He has a transcendent status in Ursa Major, and he has seen countless geniuses. But I've never seen a guy so obsessed with victory, so hungry.

It actually broke through at the last moment......

Rong Rou smiled bitterly, and she didn't know if it was her bad luck, or if God favored this guy, and she would encounter such a small probability.

However, the order His Highness gave him was to capture Ling Xu alive, which was exactly what he wanted. Such a genius, if killed, it would be a pity. Seeing Ling Xu now, Rong Rou couldn't help but think of herself back then. He can have today's strength and status, it is a battle after battle, if he lacks the persistence and desire for victory, how can he come to this day?

Now it is not terrible to be weak, what is terrible is the lack of desire to be strong, the desire to win.

Fortunately, this guy was overdrawn and passed out in a coma, and he was also the end of the crossbow......

Rong Rou was about to walk over and arrest Ling Xu, when suddenly, a pillar of light in the house rose into the sky, and terrifying energy fluctuations suddenly erupted. Rong Rou's footsteps froze in place, of course he knew what it was!

He turned around, his eyes like lightning, and looked at the houses in the distance.

His Highness actually used that thing...... That Tang Tian, is it so powerful?

Rong Rou's heart was awe-inspiring, and he knew the strength of His Royal Highness Yan Tu clearly. His Royal Highness has been gifted since he was a child, and his physical fitness far surpasses that of ordinary people, coupled with his precocious temperament, he is very hardworking. And His Majesty is very fond of His Royal Highness Yantu, and he spares no effort in cultivating it. Very few people know that the sparring partner cultivated by His Royal Highness Yan Tu is their seven King Bear Warriors!

His Royal Highness has a domineering and fierce temperament, and his strength is now stronger than them. And His Highness is very good at hiding, he has a lot of strength, and he has never shown it on the outside. Rong Rou's confidence in His Highness is stronger than her confidence in herself.

Suddenly, the light that rose to the sky suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, there was also that terrifying energy fluctuation.

Rong Rou's expression froze on his face, and a terrible thought that made him tremble suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Don't......

Rong Rou was like crazy, and she was full of impulses towards the house.

The crane looked at Jian Fengyuan opposite a little helplessly.

Jian Fengyuan didn't mean to do anything, he clasped his hands, his face was happy, just like an ordinary uncle, he didn't have the slightest intention to fight.

The crane's sword pointed at Jian Fengyuan for a long time, but the other party was completely indifferent, as if he didn't see it.

Jian Fengyuan was also very helpless, he didn't want to be a scapegoat, in case the crane had three longs and two shorts, and the queen of heaven would ask for the guilt, then His Majesty would have no other way than to throw himself out.

If you win, it won't do you any good at all, so what's the point of fighting?

Jian Fengyuan, as a Wang Xiong martial artist, has seen a lot of ups and downs, and he knows the danger in it. Even His Highness didn't want to touch it, and if he stupidly solved the crane, how stupid would it be. He simply put on a harmless appearance of the old god, he was waiting for His Highness's victory, dragged to His Highness to capture Tang Tian alive, and his mission was over.

Crane has never seen such a faceless guy, he has been nurtured by his mother since he was a child, and his temperament is pure and gentle, but for a while, he doesn't know where to start.

The two were so strangely deadlocked.

Suddenly, the two of them turned their faces in unison, and a dazzling pillar of light rose into the sky. Heart-palpitating energy fluctuations came from far inside the house.

The crane's face changed greatly, and he left Jian Fengyuan without hesitation, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the air.

Jian Fengyuan's face also changed slightly, and when the energy fluctuation suddenly disappeared, his face changed drastically, and his figure disappeared with it.

Rumble!

Overwhelmed houses, completely collapsed.

When Rong Rou arrived, he was greeted by a circle of rubble, and a teenager was crying.

Tang Tian!

Rong Rou's heart suddenly sudden, and an ominous premonition rose, and his gaze quickly found His Highness who was not far away, lying in a pool of blood.

The blood on Rong Rou's face faded all of a sudden, white as paper, and her body shook and she almost couldn't stand. His Highness in a pool of blood, his breath is dead, and there is no vitality at all.

Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of him, and a figure stood in front of him.

Crane!

Jian Fengyuan was a step late, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he froze for a moment, with an unbelievable horror on his face. His head was like being punched, and his brain was blank, Your Highness ......

No way...... How can it be......

How could His Highness's strength die? Not to mention that His Highness still has that thing......

His lips trembled, and he trembled. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought of His Majesty's anger.

"Old Jane, grab that thing!" Rong Rou's anxious voice made Jian Fengyuan wake up like a dream.

He was excited, and immediately reacted, yes, now that His Highness is dead, if that thing is lost again, Ursa Major will definitely be greatly injured. For him, it was also the only chance to atone for his sins.

"Get out of the way!"

Jian Fengyuan's eyes were red, staring at the crane fiercely, like a beast in a desperate situation, and roared in a deep voice. At that time, he left all the sophistication and tactfulness behind.

The crane was facing Jian Fengyuan, his body was slightly prostrate, and his right hand was held on the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist. Jian Fengyuan frantically puffed up the air flow brought by Zhenli, blowing the crane's wide and flowing black sleeves into a hunting sound, the crane's body did not move at all, and his raised face was as calm as water.

"Come on!"

The two words are concise and crisp, so firm that there is no trace of turning.

Jian Fengyuan roared angrily, and the whole person was like an angry violent bear, rushing towards the crane, and the ghost head knife dragged out a long gray knife, and the knife roared and tumbled, carrying a low whistling sound like a beast.

The crane squinted his eyes, his mind was extremely calm, unmoved, and in the afterglow of his vision, he caught a glimpse of a figure, quietly from the other direction Tang Tian.

Nerve Tang is not in good shape right now, and in order to block these two, he must shrink his defense.

The crane maintained the posture of holding the sword, the upper body did not move at all, and the small broken steps under his feet retreated at an extremely fast frequency.

The crane brought up a series of afterimages, each of which was extremely realistic, and the crane dance of the crane faction, in his hands, was exerted to the extreme.

Rong Rou's eyes flickered, and the crane appeared in front of him again.

So fast!

Rong Rou didn't care about the exclamation, plucked up the remaining true power in his body, and snapped his fingers!

A transparent circular ripple seemed to fly towards the crane slowly. And Jian Fengyuan's gray sword came roaring.

The crane's body was in a trance, and thirteen identical black figures appeared in front of the two.

With a clear sound, thirteen black figures fluttered, and at the same time, they slashed out their swords.

Bite!

Rumble!

Two completely different sounds shook people's eardrums.

The black shadow disappeared like a bubble, leaving only the crane standing in place with a sword. The crane's body was nailed to the spot like a nail, standing still, and a wisp of red appeared at the corner of its mouth.

His expression was as calm as water, and his slender fingers wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, even if this action was elegant and moving.

Rong Rou squirted a mouthful of blood, he was already at the end of the strong crossbow, he was strong and self-exerted, and he couldn't fight hard with the crane, but now he was really counterattacked, and he was seriously injured immediately.

Tang Tian woke up from a dream, he saw the crane in front of him, and muttered: "Little crane......"

But the next moment, Tang Tian reacted: "Little crane, are you injured?"

Tang Tian clenched his fists with a snap, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he was about to rush towards Jian Fengyuan.

"Please don't meddle. Crane's firm voice interrupted Tang Tian stiffly, Tang Tian heard Crane's unquestionable tone for the first time, he looked at Crane's back blankly.

The crane stood up straight, his back like a sword, and a firm voice came from his back.

"This is my opponent, this is my guardian range, this is my battle, please let my sword complete it!"

Crane raised the crane sword in his hand, his eyes were as indifferent as water, but at this time, they were so bright that they went straight into the human eye, and the murmur floated out of his lips, like an oath.

The sheathed crane sword in his hand lit up with a bright light, reflecting his face, pious and **, his wide black clothes, windless automatic.

The heart of the crane has never changed...... Sword, can you hear me?

The crane sword trembled lightly in his hand, and the corners of the crane's mouth showed a warm smile.

Sword wheel, let's dance.

Thirteen black figures, at first glance, are elegant, agile, and fluttering like cranes. Dazzling interspersed, swords roaring like cranes, thirteen swords, into one.

The sword is like a wheel!

Sword wheel crane dance!