The snow sword fell, Qin Guan raised his sword to block it, but at this time, the girl's golden eyes shone with a strange look, at this moment, his spirit suddenly appeared a little trance, and there was also a little obsession in his eyes looking at Ling Xue. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Demon pupil talent, charming.

Since the Demon Pupil obtained the Origin Blood in the Demon Ding, the innate abilities that Ling Xue was able to use had also made great progress, and now it could also have a subtle impact on the monks of the True King Realm.

Although it was subtle and extremely short-lived, it was enough for Ling Xue.

The three qi of the demon fairy suddenly fused into the only, as if a bonfire suddenly burned, and the girl's sword was like a meteor falling into flames, and when it fell, a brilliant blood flower bloomed in the sky.

Qin Guan's left arm holding the sword was cut off and flew in the sky.

The audience was shocked, and there were countless gasping voices, it was the arm of the real king!

The five-clawed golden dragon phantom that emerged behind Qin Guan flew wildly, he stared at Ling Xue with wide eyes, and said angrily: "Demon girl, you dare!"

Ling Xue gently weighed the golden long sword that Qin Guan had just held in his hand, this was not a sword of martial souls, but an extremely high-grade immortal sword, plus Qin Guan's five-clawed golden dragon martial soul was integrated into the sword body, and the sword qi exerted was no less than that of the True King Realm sword cultivation.

The pale dragon wings waved slightly, and the girl stood in the air, her eyes were cold and said: "As a sword cultivator, you can't even keep your own sword, why do you keep shouting to kill demons and eliminate demons." ”

The blood was still flying in the air, and Ling Xue didn't wait for Qin Guan to answer, and stabbed out with a sword again.

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"You...... What are you talking about?" The spring breeze blew by, but Xiang Feiying felt as if he was cold to the bone, hearing Ji Wushuang's words, his face suddenly turned like ashes, like a mourning examiner, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.

Zao Wou-Ki also looked at Ji Wushuang as if he had seen an enemy in the sea of blood.

Ji Wushuang came back from his boundless thoughts, glanced at the peerless woman who was fighting in the sky, his eyes were profound, and he emphasized again: "She is my woman." ”

There was silence in the middle of the sound, and the falling needles could be heard.

Xiang Feiying, who finally came back to his senses, yelled at Ji Wushuang with an unwilling face: "Then go and help her, didn't you say that she is your woman?" You bastard, you are still not a man, what are you doing here, go and help her!"

Ji Wushuang replied helplessly: "She has already absorbed my skills, and she is enough to deal with the situation at present, even if the true king comes, she can also fight." ”

Xiang Feiying was stunned and speechless.

Ji Wushuang's words were too informative, so he didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face it for a while.

And at this moment, suddenly a fist full of anger slammed into Ji Wushuang's face.

Zao Wou-Ki's fist.

Smack!

Zao's fist was stopped and he couldn't move forward.

A white palm gently took his fist down.

A somewhat weak voice sounded and said, "Don't make trouble for Ling Xue. ”

Ji Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji looked back at Ji Wushuang coldly, and finally took a deep breath.

The peerless Marquis of Tianyun Country is really extraordinary, Mo said that he has been sucked dry now, that is, he is really dying, as long as he still has a breath, then he is still a terrifying powerhouse that is extremely feared.

Now he is still too far from Ji Wushuang.

Moreover, Ling Xue is fighting bloodily now, and this punch is indeed not the right time.

It's just that one day, he will definitely punch him in the face.

He was beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

Ji Wushuang didn't look at Zao Wou-Ki again, but looked at the sky worriedly, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

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Qin Guan didn't expect Ling Xue to be so powerful, not only to be able to tie with him, but also to break one of his arms and take away the sword in his hand, feeling ashamed and jealous at the same time, seeing Ling Xue stabbing with a sword at this moment, he no longer dared to despise Ling Xue, and immediately his eyes shrank, and the invisible coercion suddenly dispersed, causing the sword in Ling Xue's hand to freeze slightly.

The real king is coercive!

Seeing this, the corners of Ling Xue's mouth hooked slightly, and he snorted coldly, and a great emperor's coercion that was several times more terrifying than the true king's coercion at the level suddenly came, and at this moment, Ling Xue, who had already refined the god realm, was able to use the great emperor's coercion that was qualitatively improved compared to the Juyuan Realm, and as soon as it unfolded, it shattered the space around him for dozens of zhang.

The emperor's coercion crushed Qin Guan's true king's coercion, and the Haojian drove straight forward, smashing the Yellow Dragon.

Qin Guan's eyes shrank suddenly, although he had already heard that Ling Xue had struck three times, in this era, it could be said that there was no one before or since, and he understood that the Great Emperor Qi on her body must be extremely terrifying, but he still did not expect that she was only in the God Refining Realm now, and she would be able to exert the power of the emperor to such a point.

While he shot backwards, he also raised his hand a little in the air, and the sword intent suddenly flourished in the phantom of the five-clawed golden dragon, and thousands of sharp swords suddenly appeared in the void, shooting towards Ling Xue like ten thousand swords returning to the sect.

Ling Xue smiled coldly, the sword gall in her body rotated extremely quickly, and the endless sword qi was entwined around Youmi, she was about to break through Qin Guan's ten thousand swords with a single sword, and when the long sword was pointing forward, she didn't expect that at this moment, an incomparably sharp short halberd suddenly fell towards her tender neck.

Her heart tightened suddenly, and she couldn't breathe with a strong crisis, almost suffocating.

Assassin of the True King Realm!

For the first time, two words came to mind - Xuanting.

Just as those two words came out of my mind, a loud bang exploded like thunder, suddenly extinguishing countless cold winds.

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If you ask about where in the world there are the most assassins and the most sophisticated, if you ask ordinary people, I'm afraid the answers will be varied, but if you ask Ji Wushuang, a powerful monk who is already strong enough to gain a foothold in the True King and has extremely rich information channels, then the answer will be surprisingly consistent - Xuanting Shuramen.

Everyone thinks that the way of the assassin cannot prove the true king, because no one knows how this path should be proven, and even many monks of the Xuanting Shura Sect hold the same opinion, once you set foot on the way of the assassin, the false king is the limit, as for the true king and the emperor are inconceivable things.

But everyone was wrong.

The Shuramon did have a True King Assassin, and his halberd had fallen on the neck of the girl in white at the moment.

It's just that it can't go any further.

The dense strings formed a thin layer of tulle, sticking to Ling Xue's white neck, gently blocking the extremely sharp halberd, and the three completely different energies on it fused wildly together, burning with a dazzling flame light.

The Demon Tower floated in the void behind Ling Xue, constantly spinning, surging the amount of vitality that exceeded the realm in front of her into her body.

This majestic vitality, together with the demonic qi that surged after the demon pupil returned to its original form, and the seventy or eighty percent immortal qi that Ji Wushuang gave her through the cloud and rain were constantly fused and danced together in the strings transformed by the spring breeze sword momentum.

Liangyi Tianyin. (To be continued.) )