Wang Ce's voice did not fall, and his heart jumped!

Liu Yexing's heart was beating like a war drum, and in an instant, the earth ash was so angry that he almost didn't want to backhand, and it was like thunder about to make a sensation. [No pop-up novel network]

However, one sleeve twisted Liu Yexing's hand in a lingering and sympathetic way, and the hand hidden in the sleeve slapped it silently. The battle between these two martial artists, all the voices seemed to be swallowed by a black hole.

Liu Yexing retracted his hand in lightning, dignified: "The Su family's stunt, the sleeve is good!"

I saw Su Zhongyan's cuffs bulging like balloons, bursting into pieces of rags and butterflies. Su Zhongyan exhaled slowly, his eyes sharpened: "Lord Liu is really good, and he can even temporarily come up with the voice and breath that came out of the battle to inform the people of your Jinying!"

Wang Ce smiled, and coaxed Luo 1 with a strange Shu Qin mouth, "Lord Liu, come over obediently, let me stab you with a sword, just a sword." You don't have to die.

Several Jinying agents jumped up in anger, choking their swords out of their sheaths.

Wang Ce's face did not change, and his heart did not beat, and he said lightly: "Old Liu." Today is a grievance against the people, and there is no need to involve your men and send them to death! ”

A Jinying agent scoffed, full of pride: "Even if you want to kill"

Wang Ce disappeared suddenly, suddenly reappeared, and suddenly a bright sword light flickered, encircling the person's neck with a dripping sword like a dog, and the big fist of the casserole was smothered on the person's nose!

Bang!

Wang Ce was like a musketeer, blowing his fists and looking at the unconscious spy: "You are still a good cultivator, you are still thirty or forty years old, and you can't even beat a handsome seventeen-year-old guy of mine, you deserve to be disfigured." ”

"Master, I'll leave these to you. Wang Ce smiled at Su Mei with a grin, who wants to think that he is stupid, most of them have never heard the story of the wolf in sheep's clothing.

Su Mei let out a touch of coldness, and released the three Jedi war spirits of the war spirits, staring at the fierce light of 1ù!

A Su Zhongyan, a Wang Ce, it seems that he really has no way out. Liu Yexing sighed and waved his hand to the three subordinates: "Sī people have grievances, don't give your lives for no reason!"

Staring at the always happy young man Liu Yexing in front of him, he deeply covered the shock in his heart: "Wang Ce, I didn't expect that in just a few months, you are the Jindan Realm!"

"You can't think of it, there are many more!" Wang Ce was gone, and his voice was erratic. The tip of the sword fluttered so fast that there was almost no shadow, but it was stopped by Liu Yexing's palm!

On his hand was a pair of invulnerable gloves, which were about to shake when he grabbed the dripping sword.

However, Wang Ce laughed weirdly, shook his wrist, twisted the dripping sword into a snail and came out, and teased: "Lao Liu, your silver gauze gloves are of the highest grade at the human level? I'm sorry, so is my dripping sword!"

was bent on pursuit, but under the restraint of Su Zhongyan, he was forced to turn around and fight a few times. The cultivation of the two is about the same, but they snorted at each other, Liu Yexing suddenly smiled gently: "Wang Ce, I don't understand, why do you think you can kill me wholeheartedly?"

, "Many innate martial artists are armed with war spirits, do you think I won't have them?"

Wang Ce turned into a line of brilliance, as if he was clinging to the shadow like a demon, and the vast sword technique was extremely fast, and he slashed more than ten times in a row in an instant, and said, "Maybe there is, maybe there is no why don't you try?"

The war spirit of the degree class, say not too much, say a lot less. Many innate martial artists have it, but some martial artists may not have it, and if they want to screen the characteristics of the war spirit, they must either hand it over to the refiner to test, or try their luck, and there is no choice.

However, such a thing as screening the characteristics of the war spirit is often something that can only be done by a human refiner or above. Therefore, there are very few people who can distinguish the characteristics of a war spirit before they have it.

Speaking of which, not everyone has a war spirit. Many martial arts and even martial arts sects, the affinity is too low, "I have never had a war spirit in my life." There is a martial emperor in Dalu who has never had a war spirit because his affinity is too low.

It's like a rainstorm hitting a glass window, and it's like a percussion music composed of hail and banana leaves.

In the sword light, there was a wonderful sound of explosion, as well as the collision of sword qi and gang qi. A trace of earth ash sè gang was rippling, forcing Wang Ce to retreat.

With the current cultivation, under normal circumstances, there is no way to break the Gang Qi by relying on the sword qi.

Wang Ce was discouraged, if he was a master of Dougang, he didn't need anything else, and with his current cultivation, it was enough to fight.

But if you deify a master, it's different. The Divine Transformation Realm is originally the difference from quantitative change to qualitative change!

In game terms, Wang Ce can't directly break Wuzun's defense, and it's hard to break even the invisible gangqi, let alone the gangxin gangqi with Yan sè. Unless it's a cheat!

Wang Ce thinks that he is a normal person and a righteous gentleman, presumably Gong Wang Zhongwang and even victims such as Brother Sharp and Liu Yexing will resolutely spurn his shameless flaunt. Since it has been spurned, it may as well be abnormal.

Ju Yi is the only Jedi spirit among Wang Ce's nine war spirits. It stands to reason that it should have been walked around.

But Wang Ce didn't, for some reason, these resurrected famous generals gave him the feeling that they were not as strong as Tao Yuanming in battle. It's not that it's not strong enough, and it feels like he's not too good at individual combat.

Wang Ce was quite inappropriate at this meeting, and a wild thought came to mind today: the resurrected military general's war spirit. More suitable for the military?

This is a conjecture that has no discipline, no righteousness, and even more irresponsibility! However, there is no time to confirm it at this time.

War Spirit Technique, Travelogue Through the Ages!

Wang Ce's body swayed with the wind like a willow branch, sliding like a flutter, and the dripping sword slashed with infinite brilliance.

It's as if the stars are tumbling, as if everything is messy in the wind!

Then, let me re-enter the battle and release the essence of the new comprehension of the infallible sand, Lao Liu, I will wronged you to be an experiment! No one saw it, a sly smile on the corner of Wang Ce's mouth.

This sly smile is especially full of forest atmosphere!

In an instant, the finger flicked the sword, making a sonorous dragon chant, and a little sword light swallowed vertically and horizontally. In the sword light, Wang Ce was leisurely, dressed in a green sè samurai robe without wind and automatic, especially full of freedom in the moonlight.

The sand that doesn't leak!

A sword pierces the sky, slashing through the heavens and the earth! In an instant, it is like a wonderful illusion, allowing people to be placed in the boundless yellow sand, "dry and hot to the face", and almost every drop of water and blood in the body is steamed.

Not an illusion, not a hallucination. It is composed of 1 qi of friendship, "a trace of sword qi is combined into a desperate place of yellow sand!"

Su Zhongyan was shocked: "What kind of swordsmanship is this!"

Willow's senses were not blinded by méng, but they were even more shocked by it. The silk sword qi in the sky composed of wisps of yellow sand, as if a gust of wind blew "The sand grains are flying jīdang, but they are true and false, virtual and real, teaching people to be unable to distinguish which point of yellow sand is sword qi and which point is not."

Liu Yexing took a long breath of air, "almost sucking out the air, and the Gang Qi suddenly released a detonation and shook Dang, sweeping everything: "Good swordsmanship! It's a pity that you don't cultivate enough, I don't believe you can break my Gang Qi."

Wang Ce didn't say a word, but closed his eyes, and a faint confident smile was on the corner of his mouth.

If not leaking is a kind of excellent realm, then the sand of not leaking is the reflection when I think of fainting, and the expression of enlightenment. Wang Ce wanted to open his eyes, "a touch of brilliance like yellow sand, without leaking, converged without leakage, leaving a bottomless pit of profundity."

I know what it means to be half-flawed!

The yellow sand in the sky seemed to come to life when Wang Ce flicked his wrist with a thought, like an unprecedented monster alive, and the beetles kept moving, letting the yellow sand swallow and drown the willow night walk.

"Leak!"

The wind and sand are thousands of miles, and hundreds of millions of sand grains go away with the wind, and 1ù out of the willow night walk majestically and motionlessly.

Little by little, the grains of sand were blown away from him, but they turned from yellow sand to red yarn, stained with blood!

The wind blows the sand, and it also blows blood!

Su Mei and Su Zhongyan's eyes were incomparably shocked, witnessing this can be called a world-class swordsmanship, there was only an incomparable impulse, but they suddenly felt that it was worth it to die immediately at this time.

This is the most terrifying swordsmanship that Su Zhongyan has ever seen!

Wang Ce's face was pale, and the old man Tao's battle spirit technique "not bending his waist for five buckets of rice" suddenly restored his true qi.

The yellow sand dispersed, only the willow night walk stood alone, not majestically, but when a gust of night wind came, countless wind sounds suddenly crackled around the body!

Thin fresh threads erupted from the tiny wounds. One, a hundred, or even more, added up, like a terrible wind.

If it weren't for Wang Ce's lack of cultivation realm, I am afraid that what will be leaked is not blood, but the essence of life!

Liu Yexingshen sè Mu Ran's eyes were wooden, no one knew that feeling better than him, the unstoppable peerless swordsmanship!

The dignified Five Qi Martial Venerable was defeated and severely injured by a young man who cultivated in the Jindan Realm! If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have been unbelievable. But if you see this terrible swordsmanship, it will only make people feel that it is not surprising.

Seeing Liu Yexing's weak swaying fall, the three shocked spies woke up and hurriedly stepped forward to help: "My lord!" While glaring at Wang Ce, he hurriedly treated his injuries.

Liu Yexing gasped slowly, raised his head and looked directly: "Just for me to pass the news to the Su family and the Qin family, you want to kill me?" You should know that I have no enmity with you, that is my duty. ”

Wang Ce was embarrassed to momo his head: "It seems that you are unwilling to die on this reason?"

Then I'll give you two more reasons, you choose. ”

"I'm in a bad mood! or I'm in a good mood. So, I'm going to kill you. ”

The wound on Liu Yexing's body suddenly exploded, and this reason was simply a teaser. He must have never heard the story of eating and sleeping and beating Doudou, otherwise he would not be so angry.

If you give someone with a poor psychological quality, just based on Wang Ce's sentence, most of them will be angry.

Fortunately, Liu Yexing has a good cultivation and is psychologically strong, and gasped: "Just for this?"

"Just for me to pass on the news of Master Su Mei to the Su family and the Qin family?"

Wang Ji rubbed his chin and squinted: "You said that you only passed on the news of my master, not including me?"

Liu Yexing was surprised: "Naturally I didn't say you!"

Wang Celiu 1ù playful sè: "Sure enough, there is another group of people who are plotting against me!"

Full of laughter, under the bright moon, in the jump of the firelight, faintly rippling with a fierce sè!

The third road of people sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight looms!