readx;? Looking at the man beside Li Weidan's head, Zuo Protector was a little surprised. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In this demon cultivation organization created by Li Weidan, the right protector is the most mysterious member, and from his forehead to his nose, he is covered by an iron armor mask, except for a mouth.

The left protector can tell from the voice that the right protector should not be very old, and may not even be more than thirty years old.

A Spirit Martial Realm powerhouse who was less than thirty years old, every time he thought of this, Zuo Protector would feel deeply shocked.

"Why did the right protector come with him?" The left protector is a little strange, the right protector rarely appears, and even as the left protector, he has only seen the other party twice.

Under the iron mask, a smile was raised, "I heard Lord Li Weidan say that my old friend has come here, and I came to see it." ”

"Old friend?" the left protector felt deep hatred and killing intent in the smile of the right protector!

"Alright," Li Weidan said, "Left Protector, leave the matter here to the Right Protector! ”

"Yes!" Zuo Protector immediately followed the order, "I don't know where the adults are going?"

"Demon Cave!"

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The battle between Zhao Mu'er and Wang Po has entered a white-hot stage, Wang Po, who is wearing heavy armor, is no longer afraid of Zhao Mu'er's group attack martial arts, while Zhao Mu'er relies on flexible body skills to constantly entangle with Wang Po.

The floating gold bow was originally an entity condensed by the blood soul, and in Zhao Mu'er's mind control, the original one-meter-long bow body had turned into the size of a palm.

The smaller floating gold bow was close to the back of Zhao Mu'er's hand, like an arm bow.

The smaller size of the Horcrux does not mean that the power is reduced, and the bowstring of the floating gold bow can open and contract on its own without Zhao Mu'er pulling it with his hands, shooting out one golden ray after another.

Although the power of Jin Mang is not enough to break through the heavy armor, the impact of its entrainment is that the king of the beating grinned teeth is not painful.

"Stinky girl, her body is flexible!"

Wang Po scolded painfully, the most lacking thing in his cultivation of the sword is flexibility, facing an opponent like Zhao Mu'er, it really gives him a headache.

Zhao Mu'er is like a fluttering butterfly, light and agile, but only she understands how dangerous her situation is at this time.

Wang Po's knife is getting heavier and heavier, this is the accumulation of momentum, when its accumulation reaches the limit, the chopping knife is a landslide and the ground cracks.

Although the dancing posture on the tip of the knife is beautiful, if you are not careful, it will be the end of the smoke and jade.

After swinging the thirty-sixth knife, Wang Po stopped his hand, no matter how strong his knife was, it couldn't cut the enemy, what was the use?

Zhao Mu'er also stopped changing, and the floating gold bow returned to its original size and fell into her hands.

"The game of cat and mouse is really boring!" Wang Po was completely tired of the battle just now, and what he liked was the thrill of stabbing into the flesh.

Suddenly, Zhao Mu'er's expression changed suddenly, and between her eyebrows, a deep guard was revealed.

A strange force emerged from Wang Po's body, and this power, like a momentum, enveloped Zhao Mu'er.

"Is the realm in rudiment?"

Wang Po smiled, "You know the goods, this is indeed the embryonic state of the realm!"

In the Tianwu realm, the martial artist can feel the morality of heaven and earth, and in the Lingwu realm, the martial artist has been able to initially use the power of morality, and when it comes to the Shenwu realm, the martial artist has begun to condense his own domain.

Some Lingwu Realm martial artists can touch the threshold of the realm before reaching the Divine Martial Realm, but like Wang Po, just stepping into the Lingwu Realm with just half a step, they can condense the realm into a rudimentary form, which can be described as a supreme genius!

Wang Po explained: "The morality I comprehend is hegemony, the realm of condensation, which can affect people's will, the more you dodge, the greater the pressure on your body, the more courageous you are, the more powerful the power you exert!"

Just because this old woman's fame on the mainland is too loud - the Buddha with a thousand hands!

"No, this old woman is just a virtual chart, not a deity!"

Wang Po breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if the old woman herself came, he might not even have a chance to escape.

"Little girl, a dummy can't scare me!"

Zhao Mu'er ignored Wang Po's shout, she knelt on one knee in front of the old woman.

"It's not a good apprentice, it's disturbing Master's cultivation. ”

As if hearing Zhao Mu'er's words, the old woman actually "lived", and she said kindly: "Although your talent is high, your cultivation years are too short after all, and your advantages and disadvantages are too obvious, so I don't blame you." ”

"Although Master has deliberately improved your melee level, after all, you are a woman, and your bloodline is a floating gold bow that is good at long-range attacks, so it is already very good to be able to protect yourself, so you don't have to be arrogant. ”

"What's more, your opponent is the long-famous 'Overlord Sword' Wang Po, and it is normal to be defeated. ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Po felt a chill in his heart, if it weren't for the slightest majesty exuded by the old woman's body, he would probably have turned around and ran!

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Mu'er took two steps back, the old woman looked at Wang Po, and the killing intent spread like a cold air, and the temperature in the entire field instantly dropped to freezing.

"Dare to bully my apprentices, look for death!"

In an instant, behind the old woman, there was a palm shadow in the sky.

The arms, like flowers unfurling, are thousands in number, up to 100 meters high.

Wang Po's expression was solemn, the horizontal knife forward, although the old woman's means were amazing, but the momentum she exuded was no more than the six layers of Tianwu, Wang Po was not without the power of a battle.

"The junior Wang Po, dare to challenge the senior!"

"Sky Slashing Sword!"

Wang Po stepped into the air and killed the old woman, the old woman stood still, and the arm behind her slapped towards Wang Po.

"Drink!"

Wang Po swung his knife and slashed the first palm, but what followed was countless palms.

"Grandma, a bear, it's such a move again!"

Wang Po gritted his teeth, broke dozens of palms one after another, and then re-summoned the heavy armor.

However, as soon as the heavy armor was condensed, it was scattered by the palm shadows in the sky.

"Poof!"

Wang Po spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, the first person in the Lingwu Realm, unexpectedly looked at him, and was knocked to the ground by the old woman who only exerted the strength of Tianwu.

He got up with difficulty, looked at the old woman who had not moved half a step, and exhaled heavily.

"I heard that you are known as a thousand enemies, and a thousand hands of the Buddha can block a million troops, and I thought it was an exaggeration, but when I saw it today, I realized that what you said was true!"

The old woman said coldly: "It's useless to slap the old woman, whether it's you or the people behind you, anyone who wants to hurt me will die!"

"Hahaha!" Wang Po suddenly laughed, "I believe you have this ability, but today, Zhao Mu'er must die!"

Wang Po took out a palm-sized skull from his arms, and in the two eye holes of the skull, there was a soul fire, looming.

"Don't think you're the only ones who have prepared the backhand!"

(In the past two days, there have been a lot of inspections, and today I will be a change, everyone forgive me!)