The blood on Avril's hands was still dripping, looking at the east, and when he reached this level of the red order, coupled with the magic of the west, he soon left Xianyang City and left the east. And the people of the Temple of Light just stood behind Avril and didn't dare to speak like an old servant. Because this noble bloodline comes from the king of the West.

King of the East, soon, in three months, we will meet again. The next time is the real battle of kings! As for what only cultivates the West? Ridiculous Orientals, the bloodline of kings, only the king can decide, what idle people, a puddle of tea! You insult the king of the West, then you can only wash it with the blood of a city!

The king's qi suddenly erupted at this moment, his pink hair fluttered with the wind, and he had the breath of the powerful magic of the West, and the breath of the Eastern soldiers! At this moment, the king returned! This must be the king of a generation, and with the continuous enhancement of the breath! Avril once again broke through his own realm! It is equivalent to the tenth stage of the green rank of the Eastern Continent!

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The moonlight had quietly receded, and several people were sitting around the ground. The tea guest took out his own teacup, gently put the tea leaves into the cup, from the clear water, the small stove gently roasted the tea stove, and slowly the fragrance of tea floated up, permeating this space...... Everyone was intoxicated, and after just experiencing such a life-and-death struggle, the aroma of tea made everyone feel the beauty of survival.

Zheng Bing naturally picked up a cup of tea, drank it all, and felt the aroma of tea. And the comfort that gradually permeates the whole body, it is even more magical to begin to heal the injuries of his body. Soon the blood on the arm stopped flowing and gradually recovered. Everyone also drank with Zheng Bing, and then their eyes lit up, and there was a cultivator with a healing effect! It was also extremely precious among cultivators!

"People in the West are starting to move, too. The tea guest is also drinking tea gently, thinking about the seriousness of the matter, the king of the west has been formed, and the king of the east has not yet been determined, although the people above have privately identified Zheng Bing as the king, but they can't get the support of the eight parties at all, and no one even knows about it at all.

"So far, no one knows what the so-called Millennium Tribulation is. The swordsman said, touching his sword. Very slowly, very slowly, to a few young people. This is a well-known thing, but being recognized by a red-level powerhouse is also extremely shocking to a few people except Zheng Bing.

"Soldier souls, weapon souls, in the coming days, there may be more emergence. The tea guest looked at a few people with a smile, "The reason why there are no higher-level people to seek the Mowen soul is because of its existence, it has always been aware of existence, and other souls can also rely on a certain degree of blindness, but it has no such possibility at all." ”

"You're right, I didn't want to come out for a thousand years. Because a word moves all feelings. This is the real fate. Mo Wen's soul appeared beside Tu Yu, and several people were startled. The soul has consciousness, which in itself is difficult to imagine, because for most people, the soul of a soldier can only be cultivated after hundreds of years, and this is not an ore, and it can be found......

"I've seen my seniors. But he saw the swordsman bow to Mo Wen's soul, and he went to worship very seriously, without any superfluous feelings. Several of them felt the swordsman's respect from the bottom of their hearts.

"Your ancestor xylophone, the host of my previous generation, is a great person, one qin saved ten thousand cities, and killed the orcs for a hundred years and did not dare to enter the east. "Mo Wen soul recalls the past, in many years, the past is full of old dust, and now it is mentioned with the attraction of Mo Wen's soul! A shocking beast slaughter picture is displayed in front of everyone!

"Let's not mention it, let's talk about the current situation. Mo Wen shook his head and asked about what he was more concerned about. With the appearance of more souls, there may also be certain variables.

"The Green Crazy Xia Dragon Soul disappeared more than ten years ago. The tea guest said with a serious expression, this is a very serious matter for the weapon soul. The disappearance of one soul may be the disappearance of many more souls, and if this is the case, then the millennium calamity must be even more terrifying.

"Someone is secretly manipulating, this is consuming the power of the East. Mo Wen Soul suddenly said a very important place, just like the old man in gray in the academy said. Someone is secretly consuming, grinding the situation in the East, and then the power of the soul of the soldiers to destroy the foundation of the East.

Zheng Bing and the others listened very carefully, and they were also secretly thinking about the future situation, if this was the case, then the place where the future soldier soul appeared would be extremely dangerous. It's a threat to life, and in order to live, the cultivator is indeed not the kind of person who is ruthless.

It's like the saying that has been circulating for many years, apples will have, ores will have, everything will have, but before that, you also have to have the strength. This is what is said to be so true, so realistic, and so true.

"That senior thinks that variables will happen there?" the swordsman asked with a serious expression as he looked at Mo Wen's soul. Since the soul of the soldier has become a game within a game, where is the way to break through the situation, is it a thousand years of waiting for death? No one will be so willing, the swordsman will not, Zheng Bing will not, and more people will not either.

"The future mill plate is no longer clear because of the meeting of the East and West Kings. Mo Wen's soul didn't say it, and refused in a vague way. Destiny has no direction. Only by the friction of time, slowly grinding.

"How many kings will there be?" Zheng Bing asked seriously, is there only one such thing as a king? How will such a serious thing live, to make people live, is this kind of thing the beginning of survival, or the end of annihilation?

"There will only be one, king. The tea guest drank the tea lightly, looked at Zheng Bing with a smile. It was the first time that the tea guest had seen such a thing, and he didn't expect that the young man many days ago would be the king. So looking at Zheng Bing was also with pity.

"Can the king eat endless roast chicken?" Ye Huntiko suddenly interjected, with a sense of seriousness peculiar to a fat man. Trying to defuse the serious scene, he felt the tension growing, so he decided to speak.

"Can the king promote my etiquette?" the idler king smiled politely and looked at Zheng Bing. I have already experienced life and death many times, and this kind of affection is difficult at the same time, who would not help? Li Yu'er also looked at Zheng Bing with a different kind of emotion.

And Tu Yu lightly held Zheng Bing's hand, and depicted in the palm of his hand: Even if the world is destroyed, you still owe me a spring of peach blossoms, this is our agreement, and it can't be ended in this life......

"I think I need to be stronger. Zheng Bing said seriously, this is a change of mood, and he has experienced the lobbying of several people...... The old man from the academy, the uncle from the thatched house, the king from the west, the swordsman from the tea house, and the surrounding ......

"Yes. The tea guest said slowly, and the tea gently fell on the bodies of several people, with a certain kind of warmth. Falling as lightly as raindrops. The tea guest's eyes were full of relief, but the swordsman looked into the distance, the orcs of the north. The day of the beast hunt is approaching.

The tea guest spoke like a flower, splashed with clear water, talked about the cultivation of troops and weapons, talked about the things of the millennium, and used the way of the environment and the way of the rise of the millennium. Little by little, from beginning to end, from day to darkness, and then to dawn, the sun poured on the four of them.

As a result, Zheng Bing is a section of the green rank, without the process of the green step, from the breath of the king to an ordinary person. A procedural thing, but still vaguely a tiger. It seems to exist here as if it were an overlord, in Zheng Bing's eyes.

While the other three were still drunk, Zheng Bing left alone. The swordsman looked at Zheng Bing's figure and sighed unconsciously, and one day he realized the Dao Qing Rank. When we first met, I was just a child of the white rank, and I grew up so fast, even if I was a swordsman, I was very smacked!

"Do you feel like you're living to a dog? Mo Wen looked at the swordsman with a playful smile, most of the people in the world are making up for cultivation, and there are few records in prehistory of jumping three in a row. Of course, if he knew that Zheng Bing was the king overnight, even if he was three thousand souls, he would not be able to laugh at this time.

"I just think he should listen more, and there are very few people in Qinhuang Academy who can listen to tea guests preach like this. The old swordsman blushed and hurriedly explained. But there is nothing to be done, after all, this soul generation is extremely greater than his own.

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Zheng Bing came to a slightly empty place, holding a big knife in his hand, in the morning sun. The knife refracted the light, and the cyan light kept flickering on Zheng Bing's body. It gradually became more intense, in the golden light, in the morning light......

The knife slashed quickly in the air, like a dragon. The knife is chopping, a very basic knife style, not complicated, and this knife style has been honed by the ancients and modern people for thousands of years. It's a simple chop, and the knife is only used to kill people. Qingyu was slashed in the air like this, and it took a lot of effort to cut it. Qingyu Soul was accompanied by the same effort, and it took the same effort to do this.

It's killing, it's killing with a knife, it's a simple kill. Zheng Bing looked at the place where the light was, thinking about more thoughts, so the knife was full of thoughts, that is, he began to mess with the knife. Miscellaneous force, but Zheng Bing still controlled the knife, this is the king's breath seems to burst out! It is to look at the rising sun, trying to cut the rising sun to find a way. The knife had an aura, so the Qingyu soul took off.

So, it is the new sword realm, slashing the rising sun.

It is a kind of power that bursts from the inside out, and it is very straightforward to cut and there is no superfluous symbol. It is to kill! The rising sun is new! The unknown, the unknown, the unexpected, the unexpected, the sudden but the warm thing......

So, Zheng Bing looked at the swordsman. If it was originally the breath of the king of the sword, then now it is the king of soldiers! This is a kind of uselessness! It is not indifferent and meaningless, but it is meaningless without fear. This is a very direct knife, like a knife that cuts off the sun. So this knife is the one that seems to be going to cut off the swordsman's head......

"What a nuisance. "The swordsman is a little helpless, can't he continue to realize the realm? Don't just find someone to try as soon as he realizes it. Even if you try, you should find a character of the same level, okay? I am also a hegemon of one side anyway, is it really good to be just like this? But the swordsman is also a little excited, after all, this kind of thing is not easy to do......

"Sharpen your sword, it's cheap. Mo Wen Soul was a little interested, the king of the green rank was going to fight with the swordsman of the red rank! And the tone is to continue to laugh and satirize the swordsman by virtue of seniority, which is also a different pastime.

The swordsman rolled his eyes and sighed as he looked at the few people who were still preaching and listening. The long sword was slowly pulled out, with a sword aura of Xiao Ran! It seemed to be moving all the sharp things in the world, with an inexplicable meaning! It was a very serious sword, a very domineering sword. Rather, there is no red light, that is, no troops are used. But after continuous training and cultivation, the body is no longer something that ordinary blades can hurt.

Ye Huntzi felt the sword intent of the swordsman, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking, Xiaoxiao's sword intent......

"It's kind of interesting. Mo Wen chuckled, the fat man seemed to have realized something through the sword intent of the swordsman. The characters who are not outstanding at all will have sword intent revealed, this is destined to be an era when there will be strong people. But it seemed that something had been remembered, and he sighed slightly, everything was a little late......