Wang Zizai snorted coldly, "A group of waste, hundreds of years, the Wang family still hasn't improved." ”

"The Ancestor was angry. Wang Ba said, "The younger generation has indeed failed the ancestors of the Wang family. ”

"I'll settle accounts with you after I finish with Sheng Jianming, that old ghost. Wang Zizi threw out a jade bottle, "After taking this elixir, you'd better survive." ”

Wang Ba took the jade bottle, swallowed the pill without hesitation, and the cultivation of the first layer of the immortal instantly recovered to its peak, he made a big salute to Wang Zizi, and smiled domineeringly, "Sheng Chunqiu, today next year is your death day." ”

"Really?" Sheng Chunqiu changed his decadence just now, and said with high morale, "You think you are the only one who has the elixir? ”

"The two adults, the junior is Qin Hao, the city lord of Qincheng, and the junior dares to implore the two adults to move outside the city and do not hurt the innocent people of Qincheng. After Qin Hao finished speaking, the cold sweat on his forehead had already fallen, although the City Lord's Mansion was prepared, it was only an immortal-level martial artist, in case one of these two had a bad temper, the entire City Lord's Mansion was not enough for people to warm up.

"The old immortal, we have a battle outside the city, don't harm our own descendants. The green wood staff in Sheng Jianming's hand was glorious, turned into a spear, and said, "Old man, you haven't been bloodthirsty for hundreds of years, and today I will sacrifice you with the soul of the half-step immortal king." ”

After Sheng Jianming finished speaking, he flew out of the city, Wang Zizai glanced at Qin Hao's direction and flew out of the city.

Qin Hao breathed a long sigh of relief, his whole body was soaked with sweat, just a glance just now made him lose all his fighting spirit, like falling into the abyss. The power of the half-step Immortal King is terrifying, but I don't know what the ancestor of the Sheng family is. If King Sheng's two families can be used by him, his status in the Qin family will definitely rise. He smiled bitterly, did he think too much, no matter who wins the Sheng Wang family, he, the city lord, will not be happy.

......

Sheng Jianming flipped the spear in his hand, the green wood spiritual power skyrocketed, his slightly hunched back was straight, his hair instantly turned into green silk, the wrinkles faded, and the old man who had been vicissitudes of life before became a handsome son.

"Old ghost Sheng, you still like to pretend to be a ghost. Wang Zizai laughed, "It's a pity that you are a wood-based spiritual power, but I am a gold-based spiritual power, even if you are a real immortal king, Jin Kemu, with the suppression of spiritual power, I can also make up for the gap between us." ”

"Really?" Sheng Jianming stabbed out, "Xiaolou had another east wind last night. ”

The green spiritual power turned into vines in the sky and grew wildly, and in an instant, a huge cage trapped Wang Zizi in it.

"Insect carving skills. Wang Zizai snorted coldly, and a golden long sword appeared in his hand, "Golden Crow Pilgrimage." ”

The long sword was golden and prosperous, and a crow covered in golden feathers roared loudly, vibrating the golden feathers.

Tens of thousands of golden swords flew out of the golden crow's golden feathers, slashing towards the shrinking vine cage.

Sheng Jianming sneered, he is the spiritual power of the wood system, although his combat power is not strong, but no one dares to doubt the vitality and perception of the wood system. From the perspective of the five elements, the golden martial artist can suppress the wood system, but this is just suppression, the strong vitality of the wood system is the most terrifying, if there is a choice, no one wants to be the enemy of the wood martial artist of the same level.

The golden sword shadow changed, and countless vines were cut into pieces, as if it was raining green.

"Sheng old ghost, vulnerable. Wang Zizi smiled proudly, but the next moment, his smile froze on his face, "This is impossible!"

The green raindrops gradually grow larger, and vine leaves and branches grow, and a new vine grows in between breaths.

A cage larger and denser than the previous one trapped Wang Zizi.

"Old ghost Wang, you are still satisfied with this trick. Sheng Jianming smiled and untied his wine bag, "My trick Xiaolou last night and Dongfeng was tailor-made for the golden martial artist, you take your time, I'll drink a little wine first." ”

"Golden Crow Change!" Wang Zizai's long sword in his hand merged into the Golden Crow, and the size of the Golden Crow skyrocketed to the size of an adult, and its tail turned into a fan composed of dozens of long swords like a peacock opening the screen, spinning at high speed like the propeller of an airplane.

"Crush it for me. Wang Zizai roared angrily.

Sheng Jianming drank a little wine leisurely, his own combat skills had been tried and tested repeatedly, and it was only a half-step immortal king, he had absolute confidence to make him collapse.

"After drinking a little wine, the fight is over, who can be as leisurely as me. Sheng Jianming leaned on his spear and said, "Old friend, play with him for a while, calm down, I will take this person's soul for you." ”

The spear seemed to be able to understand the master's words, and there was a buzz of excitement, which was regarded as a response to the master.

Wang Zizai was a little irritable in his heart, he didn't expect Sheng Jianming to be so difficult, it is said that he and Sheng Jianming are characters of the same era, but he has never fought with Sheng Jianming.

Sheng Jianming has always been a low-key figure, when the genius of the Sheng family Sheng Jianchen disappeared in Northern Xinjiang, shortly thereafter, Sheng Jianming became the youngest head of the Sheng family, but soon after he succeeded as the head of the family, he mysteriously disappeared from the Sheng family and went to Northern Xinjiang alone. It wasn't until a hundred years later that he returned to the Sheng family and has been in retreat ever since. But Wang Zizai found that Sheng Jianming went to northern Xinjiang many times after the retreat, and each time he returned disappointed.

Wang Zizi guessed that he must be looking for the whereabouts of his senior brother, but the northern Xinjiang is an extremely dangerous place, and Sheng Jianming can come back alive every time, which also shows from the side that Sheng Jianming must be the most low-key genius. Today's battle, this is only one round, and he already knows how difficult Sheng Jianming is.

When the golden crow almost exhausted its tail feathers, it broke through the vine cage again, and Wang Zizi did not dare to hold it up, and quickly escaped from the realm of the vines.

"How do you feel?" Sheng Jianming picked up the wine bag and picked up the spear.

"There's a kind of hard-fought fight with Lao Tzu. Wang Zizi said angrily.

"Then it's up to you. Sheng Jianming stabbed out, a bland shot, there was no superfluous action, just stabbing.

"Golden Ooyao Day. The golden giant sword in Wang Zi's hand emitted a dazzling light, as if there was another round of sun between heaven and earth, but this round of sun did not have blazing flames, only the sharp and cold of the sky.

The spear collided with the golden sun.

The expected explosion and the resonance of gold and iron did not materialize.

The tip of the spear was pointed above the golden sun, and the sun was like glass, shattering in an instant, scattering golden fragments everywhere.

The spear continued to move forward, and with a pop it pierced into Wang Zizi's shoulder socket, and the tip of the spear poked out, and the cold light was cold.

"This is impossible," Wang Zizi retreated quickly in pain, looking at the blood hole in the shoulder socket in horror, the wound was not fatal, what made him afraid was that the tip of the spear had a strong power to tear the soul when it was in the body, if he hadn't retreated in time, he was afraid that he would have fallen into a coma, and let the soul be torn and sucked away.