Not any of the four masters of Beilan Kingdom!

Tang Qing was instantly frightened - when did Beilan Kingdom produce the fifth top master of the Purple Mansion Period? Or a young man who may not be under twenty years old?!

"Click"

The heavy knife that Tang Qing carried with him lay across his head, resisting the thunder like a golden python.

What he didn't expect was that there was a crack in the heavy knife!

The thunder and lightning attracted by this young man are so powerful?

You must know that his heavy knife is made of 500 years of black iron, cut gold and broken stone, and has been fighting with him for half his life, and has never lost to any weapon in terms of hardness.

According to the level of the spirit weapon, his heavy knife can be regarded as a three-rank day wheel level.

In the entire Beilan Kingdom, the hands of the three old monsters of the Purple Mansion Period are only three-grade star-level and three-grade moon shadow pole spiritual weapons, which are far inferior to their own!

Tang Qing shouted angrily, he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy anymore, and instantly used the chaotic body technique inherited by the Tang family for generations to the extreme, and his arms, which were already extremely strong, were even more entangled in muscles, and his armor was about to be broken by muscles.

The strength of the arms has also been tripled.

With his knife-holding arms, he pushed up hard, as if with his strong body and brute force, he was facing Mo Yan's Five Elements Divine Thunder!

"Idiot."

Mo Yan's voice was as cold as ice slag.

Sword dance with one hand, pinch trick with the other.

The thunder that bombarded Tang Qing changed from one to three in an instant.

The three golden python thunderbolts with the thickness of the bowl mouths opened their bloody mouths and attacked the sword body of the heavy sword, Tang Qing's throat, and Tang Qing's heart in three different directions.

The thunder is terrifying, and the golden python is raging and biting.

"Bang"

There was a screeching crack of metal breaking.

Tang Qing did not leave the heavy sword, and from the center, the golden python that was transformed by the golden god thunder was directly bitten off, and it was cut into two, one meter fell to the ground, and another meter was connected to the hilt, which was still held in Tang Qing's hand, and the tiger's mouth had been shattered.

"No—"

Tang Qing saw that the love knife was broken, his eyes were cracked, his eyes were red, and he let out a painful roar, "You dare to break my knife?" Megalomaniacal juniors! If I don't kill you today, I swear not to be a person! ”

The roar resounded through the wilderness.

My heart is bleeding.

Mo Yan stood with a sword, dressed in dark black, windless, crimson mid-coat and wide sleeves, like a fierce hell karmic fire, exuding the breath of death, like an evil Luo.

Tang Qing's threats and oaths were, in his opinion, nothing more than a joke.

A nonchalant snort.

The Burning Xi Blue Sword in his hand swung in the air.

is such a simple sword, without gorgeous moves, but it seems to have reached the realm of returning to the basics, the sword qi overflows, and the sword is like rain.

The dense sword intent and murderous aura are intertwined into an inescapable net.

The dazzling blue sword qi is impermeable.

When Tang Qing came to his senses, he found that this sword had already struck from the air, and the direction was close to his neck.

Just be chopped.

His head is going to be split up directly.

Tang Qing's face turned pale, and there was a moment of helplessness and fear in his heart.

Yes!

Fear!

Thousands of troops and horses can't make Tang Qing, the general of the first grade, feel afraid, and the attack of ten thousand beasts can't make his Tang family master feel afraid, and even the duel with the number one master of Beilan Country only made him feel suppressed at most, not fearful.

But it was the young man in front of him, the unpretentious sword, that really made him tremble with fear!