The gap between the half-step martial arts myth and the real martial arts myth is like a moat, only the real world's pride, their means against the sky, can go against the sky.

Wuzhixi is the holy daughter of the Biluo Huangquan Holy Land, the holy woman will be sacrificed to the contemporary Holy Son in the future, it is the eternal tradition of the Biluo Huangquan Holy Land, the era of the Huangquan Emperor passed away, the Biluo Huangquan Holy Land suffered more than one crisis, and finally relied on this forbidden school to create a powerful emperor, which survived.

"I don't want to be regarded as a Ding furnace, in my life, I should be a peerless person!"

Wuzhixi out of the sword, as soon as he made a move, he had a set of swordsmanship in the holy land of Biluo Huangquan, and he practiced to the fullest, and he could be invincible in the martial arts.

"Nine Swords of Pleasure!" The thin sword in her hand was extremely extraordinary, and she was almost about to turn into a holy soldier, it was the sword of an inner seat elder in the Biluo Huangquan Holy Land when he was young.

On the way of martial arts, weapons can only be used as auxiliaries, attacking and defending shields, and only by going beyond the way of martial arts, like the existence of martial arts myths, can the weapons produce spiritual thoughts, and eventually produce weapon spirits, weapons will attack and protect themselves, almost like a second body.

Happiness nine sword tricks, turned into nine sword shapes, straight to the left, the left road is not careless, the curved blade in the hand flies out, is a set of secrets to control the weapon attack, scimitar with a sharp edge, the sword shape is killed, the speed of his own figure is extremely fast, a breath escaped to the front of the sword, the pair of thin hands turned into claws and attacked the face of the river, the river did not hesitate, a circle of light itself and shrouded, blocking the blow.

"There are so many treasures!" Zuo Dao let out a strange sound.

Wu Zhixi said: "It's just a one-time defensive magic weapon, it's not a rare thing. At this time, she already felt extremely tricky in her heart, although she was silent on the surface, but she knew that once Zuo Dao's strength was fully opened, she would be defeated within a hundred moves, his speed had surpassed her by a large margin, although the defensive magic weapon was good, but there was always a time when it was too late.

"I can kill you with one foot like this." Jun Huanyu suddenly said another sentence, almost not provoking Zuo Dao.

"The phoenix that sheds its hair is not as good as a chicken, she can't stop me, you are too rampant, Jun Huanyu!" Zuo Dao said with a gloomy face, calling Jun Huanyu's name.

Wu Zhixi was even more speechless, the image of this world-famous heavenly monarch in her mind had collapsed, how could there be any imaginary warmth and jade, and her appearance was dignified.

"If you regain your combat strength, you can quickly stomp him to death." She knew that this person had been offended to death, and it was no longer realistic for him to consciously retreat.

"I don't, he's just a half-step martial arts myth, if you don't fight, how do you know where your limit is? He is the best whetstone, Tianjiao, who has left a name in ancient history, can challenge all of them, like this kind of goods, if you can't do it, just climb back to the holy place to make a vase! Don't dream of that heroine! Jun Huanyu shouted, and there was no smile on his blood-stained face.

Maybe it's a hope, what he wants, he doesn't know.

Wan Zhixi gently skimmed half of her face, and her eyes revealed a certain degree of hatred, as if it had been revealed in her sore spots.

"If I Fall ......"

"I'll collect your corpse when you fall, and a generation of heavenly monarchs will collect your corpse, it's enough!"

After hearing this, Wu Zhixi smiled instantly, and that little hatred disappeared in an instant; It's the funniest joke she's ever heard, and it's enough, hahahaha.

"You're right, I just don't want to be that kind of vase waiting for death, I'm the heroine of the female middle school!" With a smile on her face, like the bold female sword fairy, her long-suppressed heart has been released, she is looking for a way to get rid of it all the time, there is an opportunity in front of her, but now there is someone who is stopping her!

"I've heard too much about the myths of the ancient Tianjiao, what a cross-level challenge, what a god slaughter and demon slayer, they can, I can too!" Wu Zhixi looked at Zuo Dao in front of him, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Hehehehe, in ancient history, most of the female cultivators were vases, relying on their beauty." Zuo Dao mocked, it is true, throughout the ages, how many female cultivators can really break through that concept, believing that they are not weaker than others, no matter what their aptitude, on the contrary, those who break this concept have almost become legends in the ancient history of all ethnic groups.

"Then let's try it!" Wu Zhixi didn't say much, not long after she stepped into the supreme realm, the other party could be said to be a half-step martial arts myth, he didn't realize that glimmer of opportunity, it was just that he was at the extreme in this realm, and it was not a real martial arts myth.

No matter what realm the monk is, if he really wants to fight hard, what he pays attention to is a momentum, and unequal strength is a one-sided slaughter.

"I once realized a sword in front of the tomb of the ancestor in the Holy Land, I have practiced for decades, and I have achieved great success!"

"Mayfly Regret Sword!" Wu Zhixi used this sword, the thin sword in his hand came out of his hand, thousands of sword shadows turned into a giant sword, the mayfly regret sword, there is no doubt about death, this sword move is wonderful, a little sword light gathered the strongest power, straight to the left.

"Good swordsmanship!" Jun Huanyu gently raised his weak arm, and gently wiped away the blood that fell from his forehead into his eyes, there are thousands of swordsmanship in the world, and only the swordsmanship that he has realized can truly sublimate himself.

This is the mastery of Wuzhixi, and it has never been revealed.

"This trick can't be hard-connected, if you catch it, it's a mayfly, and you will die!" Zuo Dao saw the subtlety of this swordsmanship, he threw out a flag in distress, the flag exuded black gas, and quickly dissolved, and even swallowed most of the sword glow of the giant sword, and the rest of the sword light, Zuo Dao easily dissolved.

"The life-saving things that were obtained by sacrificing life back then were actually wasted here." Zuo Dao said, it can be seen that Zuo Dao cares very much about this magic weapon that saved his life.

Zuo Dao recited the magic trick, and the manual scimitar flew out like a meteor, and went straight to the crossbow to stop the stream, and his body followed up, and the speed was extremely fast.

Wu Zhixi was not as fast as him, and the thin sword in his hand cut the scimitar, but he was directly hit by the left knife.

"Hmph," a muffled snort sounded, and Wu Zhixi's figure flew far away before stopping, and an emerald green waist armor around her waist had been shattered, and a wound had been cut out of her waist.

Zuo Dao made a strange voice again: "The best waist armor? It's really enviable, otherwise your body will be separated. ”

Wu Zhixi looked at Zuo Dao's hand, he didn't know when he was wearing a pair of jet-black hand armor, the thumb and little finger on the hand armor each had a blade, and his top waist armor obviously couldn't prevent attacks.