Xiao Yuhuan took out his sword, one sword broke through Ji Qiushui's defense, and the second sword pierced the eyebrows.

Ji Qiushui launched a god-level defense, and this life-saving magic weapon was given to her by the little princess of the Ji family.

The purple light in Xiao Yuhuan's eyes flowed, and time and space produced a slight dislocation.

Before the god-level defense was opened, the long sword had already pierced through her eyebrows, and Ji Qiushui couldn't believe that she would die here.

The noble boy hanging on the spear coughed up blood and shouted, "Zizhu, save me!" ”

The purple bamboo pen is the forbidden way god soldier of Jiangshui City, and it is the only one who relies on Wen Yun to become enlightened among all the forbidden road gods, and it is the treasure that Wen saints dream of.

A ray of purple light flew, and the purple bamboo pen stopped in mid-air and remained motionless.

"Zizhu, kill him, kill him!" The noble prince shouted loudly.

Li Shuang glanced at Zizhu Pen indifferently, and Zizhu Pen shuddered and turned around and ran.

The noble prince froze, everyone was stunned, and then they reacted one after another.

"It's the Lightbearer!"

An old man in a white robe appeared, "Let him go, the old man will give you a way to live for the sake of you being the one who holds the light." ”

This is a saint of the Wang family, his big sleeves are flying, and he looks at Li Shuang with an indifferent expression.

Li Shuang urged his gaze, and a phantom of a mouthful appeared behind him.

This is the forbidden path divine weapon of the Ethereal Immortal Sect, and it is also the totem of the Ethereal Immortal Sect.

Its appearance means that Li Shuang is the Young King Trialist, and the Trialist will do anything.

As long as he is determined to be innocent by the Ethereal Immortal Sect, no big force can besiege him.

But the big forces can send their family peers to challenge one-on-one, and the winner will live, and the loser will die.

The Trialist Sacrifice is also a declaration of war, a declaration of war against all the children of a certain force.

The sage of the Wang family narrowed his eyes, "Let him go, this matter will be revealed." ”

Li Shuang shook the gun, and the noble son's body exploded into countless pieces, and the ground was red.

The saint of the Wang family was extremely angry, "Good! Good! Good! ”

Three more saints came over, two of whom were Wen saints.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Jiangshui City dominates the world's three literary movements, and there are many literary saints here.

One of the Sages said coldly, "You are a trialist, but your companion is not, and she will pay the price for what you have done. ”

Li Shuang smiled and took out the Immortal God Source Blood and put it in Xiao Yuhuan's hand.

"You try!"

The Wen Saint was silent, of course they could see that it was the living Immortal God Source Blood.

And because there were too many saints present, there were already signs of awakening in the inner mind.

"Stand down, all of you, and follow the rules!" An old voice came.

This is a god, and of course he doesn't want a god war in Jiangshui City.

Because no matter what the outcome is, Jiangshui City will cease to exist, and there are very few people who can survive the divine war.

The sage of the Wang family turned pale, "Then I will fight with my peers, who has my Wang family been afraid of." ”

After saying that, the four saints turned to leave, and a huge lampstand fell into the middle of the field.

The beautiful production of 10,000 people stepping on the lampstand is the highlight of the Lantern Festival.

As a result, it was temporarily used as a life and death ring, and the city lord had the urge to curse.

He spent money to make this lampstand, and he wanted to have a good view on it, but now it's all in vain.

Li Shuang walked up to the lampstand with a gun, and Xiao Yuhuan retreated to sit next to the little girl's corpse.

She picked up a little girl's unsold lantern and lit the candle inside.

The candlelight shined through the red paper and reflected on the little girl's immature face.

The lantern is not very good-looking, you can see that some places have been glued several times, but the lantern is made with special care.

On the lampstand, a sword-wielding young man stepped onto the stage, "A villain like you is also worthy of being a light-bearer, God is really blind." ”

Li Shuang's face was expressionless, he didn't mean to speak, sometimes he was reasonable, it was really un...... Meaning.

When the gun was raised, it was not a stab, but a head smash, and the young man raised his sword to block.

Clang!

The sword breaks and the man dies.

There was a commotion from the surrounding spectators, what was going on?

The saint who was watching the battle from afar was furious, "Family Master, what are you sending to disgrace our Wang family?" ”

The head of the Wang family looked calm, in fact, he didn't want to carry out this challenge.

The young man's origin is not simple at first glance, if he really kills him in public, the rules are conceited of life and death.

But the rules are just rules, and who can guarantee that the forces behind him will give up.

That noble son is the descendant of the saint, so this saint disregards the interests of the family and wants to fight to the end with that person.

The head of the Wang family was actually very dissatisfied, and he ignored the other party and continued to drink tea.

The people he sent to the field were all useless children of the family, and he didn't feel distressed if he died anyway.

"Family Master, Nian Zong is also a Young King Trialist, why don't you call him!" A saint said.

The head of the Wang family replied lightly: "Nianzong has a bad stomach today, so it is not appropriate to fight." ”

At this time, a teenager ran over and said, "Grandpa, let me fight!" ”

The head of the Wang family put down the tea bowl, looked at his best grandson and asked, "Why do you think you can win him?" ”

The young man raised his head, "I'm the first day of Jiangshui City, is it so difficult that I will lose to a little-known person?" ”

"You are a dual cultivator of civil and military affairs, and if you fight against him, your luck power is useless."

"What if you don't use the power of luck, I can still kill him."

There was a trace of regret in the eyes of the head of the Wang family, his grandson was indeed very demonic.

But he was too simple, and was provoked by those saints with a few words of sound transmission, so he ran over in a hurry.

I don't listen to my own words, no matter how good my cultivation qualifications are, I can't use them!

The head of the Wang family said: "You insist on going, I won't stop you, no matter if you win or lose, the Wang family will not fight again after this is over." ”

"Don't worry, grandpa! I'll get his head back! The boy walked towards the lampstand.

The head of the Wang family got up and left, he didn't look at the battle at all.

The young man walked up to the stage, "I, Wang Nianzong, the one who killed you today." ”

Wang Nianzong drew his sword, the lights of the whole city flickered, and an unrivaled sword aura pierced Li Shuang's eyebrows.

This is a realm of sword cultivation, the unity of heaven and man, and only when a technique is cultivated to the extreme will it appear.

The boy raised his sword and stabbed forward, a very simple sword, without any fancy magic spells.

But Li Shuang couldn't stop it, the blood on his shoulders was flying, and the subtlety of the young man's swordsmanship made Li Shuang feel ashamed, and the blood flowers kept blooming on him.

Li Shuang's eyes were calm, and his spear skills were stuck in the second part of the travelogue, and the words of ten thousand enemies were brave.

Because he has never been on the battlefield and cannot comprehend the artistic conception, it has been difficult to break through his spearmanship.

Is it really just because you haven't been on the battlefield that you can't improve your marksmanship?

No, why is there a thousand paths to swordsmanship, but there is only one path to the battlefield in spearmanship.

My gun is the light, the light that opens the way!

Break!

Li Shuang roared, and the broken formation was no longer a burning flame.

Instead, it turned into a ray of light, and the tip of the spear pushed Wang Nianzong's sword intent back.

Wang Nianzong sighed lightly, the sword light poured like rolling waves, and Li Shuang's spear was like a dragon in the water turning over the river and the sea.

Finally, blood flowers also appeared on Wang Nianzong's body, and the two of them killed until they forgot themselves, and the figure on the lampstand was disillusioned.

Countless cultivators watched intently, this was the duel between the young kings.

After a while, the two separated, both blood-stained clothes, and Li Shuang's injuries were more serious.

Wang Nianzong's eyes were hot, he swung his sword horizontally, and thunder rumbled in the sky.

Countless lightning rays fell around him, and everyone retreated in horror.

A film of light appeared, stretching the space around the lampstand infinitely.

It was the gods who used the magic power of the end of the world to protect the people watching the battle around them.

Wang Nianzong's whole body was surrounded by electric light, and blue lightning traveled on the edge of the sword.

He was born with a thunder body, the pinnacle of the ten treasure bodies, Wang Nianzong took a step forward like that floating light, came to Li Shuang's body and slashed it with a sword.

An illusory road emerged, Li Shuang had already disappeared in place, he stepped in the air, his white hair was flying, and a pair of illusory wings of light appeared,

Kill back at the same speed, the blood mist flies, and you can't tell whose blood it is, because it's fast, it's too fast.

It has surpassed the limit of ordinary people's vision, and even the monk can only barely capture the afterimage.

Instead of relying on sight, they are fighting entirely on instinct.

The two of them stopped at the same time, everyone's faces were pale, such a fierce battle, the consumption of the body was unbearable for ordinary people.

"You're strong, I haven't fought so happily for a long time, are you interested in making friends?" Wang Nianzong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Not interested!"

Li Shuang tightened the night return to the people and used it to stop the bleeding.

Wang Nianzong put away his sword, "That's really a pity!" ”

He crossed his hands over his shoulders and smiled brightly, and a mass of flesh and blood tissue quickly formed on his back.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred-foot-tall three-headed pterosaur turned into a form, and he was wrapped in the body of the three-headed pterosaur and became the heart of the pterosaur.

The dragon wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun, the left dragon head is lucky, and the right dragon head is full of sword energy.

The dragon head in the middle swallowed thunder and lightning, raised its head and roared, and the sound waves bleed Li Shuangzhen's eardrums.

The dragon claw stepped on, Li Shuang quickly dodged, and the whole lampstand shook.

If it weren't for the blessing of the saint who stepped on the lampstand, it would have exploded into countless pieces.

Everyone watching the battle sighed, that young man was decided, Wang Nianzong was the first day of the real Jiangshui City.

His second body of the human race has no solution at all, and the three-headed pterodactyl is the existence of the dominant side during the God War.

"Are you convinced? Don't do stupid things again in the next life! ”

The middle head of the three-headed pterosaur spits out thunder and lightning, which is close to holy magic.

When the thunder and lightning fell, Li Shuang's whole body burned, and when everyone felt that it was over.

A flaming phoenix rose from the thunder, and countless magma slipped from its feathers.

Everyone is boiling, what is this?

Phoenix!

Mythical creatures, real mythical creatures.

Not only did the saint of the Wang family stand up in horror, but all the old antiques in Jiangshui City flew over one after another.

The three-headed pterosaur was a little dazed, and the phoenix wings were like knives slashing down on the head.

"Stop!" A loud shout came, and a saint of the Wang family flew out in a hurry and slapped Li Shuang with a palm.

Xiao Yuhuan raised his hand and was just about to awaken the Immortal Divine Source Blood, when a slap knocked the saint into the air.

"Am I old?" The old man's voice was chilling.

The saint of the Wang family is not impulsive, Li Shuang's phoenix body makes him afraid, and the growth of such a great enemy will be the destruction of the Wang family.

Kill today, even if you offend the Ethereal Immortal Sect, there is no room for maneuver.

After all, their royal family also has gods, but they are just outside the territory.

Several other saints of the Wang family forgive: "Senior Yang, do you want to start a war with my Wang family's gods by killing my Wang family saints so directly?" ”

"Huh! It's time for battle! Why don't we do it now? ”

The saint of the Wang family was angry, but he really didn't dare to say anything, so he could only go back to the family to summon the return of the old ancestor.