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The black ape finally underestimated Wang Man's strength, and the moment it fell to the ground, a divine light broke out of its body, wanting to escape.

"Martial arts!"

Wang Man's physical strength was exhausted after he made a killing move, and he saw the divine light flying out of the black ape's body, but he was powerless and couldn't take down this martial art.

However, with Xiao Zihan's shout, Ning Feng beside her had already flown out and grabbed the martial arts that broke out of the body.

"Ning Feng, be careful!" Wang Man felt bad, and the man who was hiding in the dark and staring at them made a move.

Hearing Senior Brother's shout, Ning Feng was shocked, and a powerful force behind him was rushing towards him at a rapid pace. Fortunately, the senior brother sensed the abnormality, and he was a little excited when he saw that the martial arts were about to arrive, and relaxed his vigilance.

"Woo ......" an eagle roared through the air.

Dozens of wind blades shot at the black shadows that attacked behind them.

This is Ning Feng's martial spirit, the Tempest Goshawk.

In this way, it seems that it is really like what Du Yu of Vientiane Valley said, the vast majority of the disciples of the Holy Beast Mountain are martial spirits of the beast line.

In fact, judging from the name, we know that "Holy Beast Mountain" is with a beast character.

The strength of the martial spirit has nothing to do with the type, it depends on the level of the martial spirit itself and the degree to which the martial spirit itself can use the martial spirit.

In other words, no matter how high-grade the martial spirit is, you won't use it in battle, then it's just a thing that has a good auxiliary for cultivation.

"Dingding......

The cold light flashed, the sword broke through the air, and all the qi blades of Ning Feng's martial spirit wind goshawk were bounced away.

"Poof......

The flying blade shot into the trees not far away.

"Boy, hand things over!" a hoarse voice sounded.

I saw a man in black holding a spirit sword, standing on the trunk of a fallen tree.

The person's face is pale, giving it an eerie feel.

Ning Feng had already returned to Wang Man's side at this time, and he had also obtained the martial arts, which had already been handed over to Wang Man. After all, this black ape was killed by Wang Man, and they don't have the strength yet.

Wang Man looked at the martial arts in his hand, it was a quaint book, and there was a layer of strange power wrapped on the surface, this power was a little strange, it seemed that it had to be handed over to the master to break it, so he put it away first.

Ning Feng's Martial Spirit Wind Goshawk was hovering low in the sky, staring at the man in black vigilantly.

And the man in black saw that Wang Man had put the martial arts into the storage ring, ignoring what he had just said, and he was extremely angry in his heart.

However, there was no change in his already pale face, and it was still so gloomy.

"Hmph, it looks like I've been gone for so long that no one remembers my name. The hoarse voice of the man in black rang out again.

Wang Man and the others listened to his words and thought about it in their minds, but there were no powerful characters who could match the number.

Seeing that the other party looked at each other, but still didn't take him seriously, the anger of the man in black increased even more.

"White-faced Shura, haven't you all heard of it?" the man in black reported his name.

"Senior brother, this person is so strange, let's go. Xiao Zihan didn't know what this man in black was going to do, he didn't know why.

The other party can hide in the shadows and follow them all the time, and he can't find his hiding place, and his cultivation shouldn't be bad, but now he can't feel which realm he is in at all, and they haven't heard of the name of 'white-faced Shura'.

"After so many years, you people from the Holy Beast Mountain are still so unsightly. ”

The strength of the peak of the Martial Emperor burst out.

"Ah......h

A strong sense of oppression struck, and Wang Man screamed miserably, kneeling on the ground, blood and qi surging in his body.

The gap in the realm is like this, there is no ability to resist at all.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Hehe, originally I just wanted to follow you to see who the Holy Beast Mountain is leading the team, and see if it's my old friend Qiu Fengwu. Speaking of Qiu Fengwu, the white-faced Shura's eyes turned into resentment, "But the martial art you got just now is not something you can have at your level." ”

Having said all this, I still want to rob the treasure.

Wang Man has not recovered yet, and even if he doesn't have any consumption, he doesn't have any chance of defeating the white-faced Shura.

Do you really want to hand over this martial art to him? From his words, you can hear that this martial art is not an ordinary martial art, Wang Man also saw the resentment in his eyes when he said the name of the master just now, and it is estimated that it is impossible for him to let them go like this.

But if he didn't hand it over to him, and now there was no way to deal with him, looking at the junior brothers and sisters who were trying their best to resist the oppressive power of the white-faced Shura, Wang Man finally took the martial arts out of the storage ring.

Looking at the martial arts in Wang Man's hands, the greedy eyes of the white-faced Shura were unobstructed.

"Want to take it?"

"Hmph, kill yourself!"

The dancing golden snake rushed towards him, the white-faced Shura snorted coldly, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, the crazy golden snake was cut into the air.

He seemed to have lost his patience and didn't want to deal with Wang Man and them here anymore, and a white sword slashed at Wang Man and them.

"Bang!"

"Who am I, it turned out to be you, Wang Yin. ”

"I thought you wouldn't show your face!"

"Master. ”

"Uncle Shi. ”

The person who came was Wang Man's master Qiu Fengwu, and he was also an old friend in the mouth of the white-faced Shura, but this old friend was not a good friend.

"You're still the same, the same thing as the junior. There was some banter in the words.

"Hmph, Yuan Qingyi. ”

"I'll be enough for you. ”

"Really!"

At the peak of the Martial Emperor, Qiu Fengwu was also surprised, "I didn't expect your cultivation to improve so quickly." ”

"I have to thank you for that. ”

"Master......" Wang Man was supported by Xiao Zihan.

"It's okay, I can handle it. ”

Wang Man nodded, and several people retreated some distance.

Wang Yin sneered, the spirit sword in his hand scattered into ashes, his hands swiped, and a white Shura afterimage appeared behind him.

One by one, the Venerable Shura descended from the sky and rushed towards the autumn wind wu, which was an evil force that instantly flooded the area.

Qiu Fengwu whispered softly, his hands were also moving, and a mysterious seal appeared, intertwined with countless lines.

"Qiu Fengwu, suffer death, no matter what you do, you can't change the ending. Wang Yin shouted, "You didn't spare my life that day, so you should have expected today's arrival." ”

Qiu Fengwu snorted coldly, pressed his hands hard, and a cyan turtle appeared, covering himself and covering it up.

This turtle looks more imposing than Wang Man's.

At the same time, the turtle opened its mouth and spewed out a blue light, flowing with a world-destroying momentum.

However, the move is more imposing than Wang Man's, and it may be the cultivation relationship of Qiu Fengwu.

The change in this area has attracted the attention of the warriors of the floating island.

The monsters on the floating island roared in anger.

Suddenly, hundreds of blood rays rushed into the sky in the center of the floating island, converging into a blood moon.

"Hmm, what's going on!"

The cultivation of the two of them was declining rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the first heaven of Wuzun.

The momentum of the Martial Emperor is gone, and so is the strength.

"Chirp...... Tweet ......"

"There is no trace of a thousand bloods, and the breeze is singing and the swallows are home. ”

"Hmph, I'll settle accounts with you later. ”

Wang Yin touched the scars on his face and flew away, it was obvious that there had been a change on the floating island, and it was likely to be related to the inheritance of the Phantom Blood Saint.

"Brother!"

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