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Looking at the desperate sword king Wei Jiuzhong and the black-faced man Wu En, who were hundreds of zhang away, Wu Potian's face turned cold, the hatred in his heart was monstrous, his murderous aura flashed wildly, and his face was very ugly.

At this time, the face of Vice President Yan of Longxiang Martial Arts Academy appeared in his heart, full of anger and heartache, thinking of Vice President Yan who would rather cough for decades than be treated, and only looked forward to treating his injuries after avenging his son's blood and hatred, the kind of pain in his heart when he missed his son, and his master Xuanyangzi, he slept well, but why was there a black light to devour his soul?

Could this be another ghost from the Nether Alliance?

These people have a lot of secret skills, many tricks, very difficult to deal with, and they are usually difficult to find, mysterious and abnormal, if I kill them this time, I must devour their souls, figure out several of their strongholds and activity areas, and then gather the martial king-level masters who have a grudge against them, eradicate the tumor of the Netherworld Alliance in one fell swoop, and avenge Vice President Yan and Master Xuanyangzi!

He secretly gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "Netherworld Alliance, this is what you are working hard for, no wonder I want to be your enemy! Someday. I will destroy your whole alliance if I break the sky. Eradicate this cancer for the entire Flying Feather Continent, and avenge all those who have been bullied by you!"

Now, he's really angry in his heart!

And the moment Wu Potian was just blown out of the ground, he was only a little stunned, his face was gloomy as water, and at that moment, he happened to be seen clearly by the Desperate Sword King, and Wei Jiuzhong, the Absolute Sword King, immediately changed his face drastically:

"Huh...... This guy is so young. This is seventeen or eighteen years old at most, judging from the beard on his lips, it must be his real age, where did he come from, so young, he cultivated to the grandmaster level? And his skills are surprisingly high, he can actually challenge a martial king-level master with the realm of grandmaster level, and compete with him?

This kind of ghost talent that surpasses a big level of challenge and belongs to the demon is very rare in the entire Flying Feather Continent, this kind of ghost talent. The Nether Alliance usually doesn't offend, but since it is. You can't stay, boy, today next year is your death day!

Not because of anything else, but because you're so wicked, then damn it!"

Thinking of this, the Desperate Sword King Wei Jiuzhong was very jealous, turned his head and glared at the black-faced man Wu En fiercely, and roared, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and join forces to hunt down, otherwise my Nether Alliance will have endless troubles!"

"Hmph, if you want me to die, then you can die!" Wu Potian snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was full of Ruyi Zhenyuan Steep Luck, the sound of the dragon and tiger in his body was loud, the bone joints crackled suddenly, and the fierce and unyielding momentum of his body suddenly soared, and the space around his body was agitated layer by layer, cracks emerged one after another, and in an instant, he reached the peak moment of his strength......

A dragon synthesized by nine hundred and ninety-nine rune dragons, with a big dragon tightly wrapped around each leg, added to his fierce momentum, and a terrifying momentum was earth-shattering.

The space was shaking, the air was shaking, and the momentum was at a high pitch, Wu Potian suddenly shouted: "Bah!"

Seeing Wu Potian in the distance, he was not very old, and his momentum was soaring, and the Desperate Sword King Wei Jiuzhong snorted coldly: "Hmph, boy, you are a little interesting, but you must die today!"

Although his tone was light, he didn't take Wu Potian in his eyes on the surface, as if he was talking to an ant, but he paid great attention to it in his heart, and he was not so contemptuous on the surface.

He stared at Wu Potian, his expression gradually became solemn, and his right hand suddenly slashed obliquely.

The next moment, a fierce sword suddenly appeared from the void and came to Wu Potian's side, slashing obliquely, the sharp qi on the edge of the blade overflowed, the space was shattered, the cold wind was blowing, and Wu Potian was about to be slashed into ten thousand pieces in a moment.

Coercion, the unique and dignified coercion of a martial king-level powerhouse, the breath of the king tightly locked Wu Potian, making him have nowhere to hide.

"Hmph, crack the sky with a claw, break it for me!"

Feeling that his body was under incomparably heavy pressure, the terrifying Dao Gang wanted to tear his body apart and cut it into pieces, but Wu Potian was not afraid, but faced the terrifying Dao Gang, stretched out his right hand, and the scarlet Gang Qi overflowed, instantly transforming into an overwhelming blood bonus claw, making an extremely sharp counterattack.

The purple-blue soul spear in the center of his eyebrows glowed with brilliant brilliance, and the power of his soul was blunt, blessed in the claw of the Splitting Heaven, locking on the lock, so that the Desperate Sword King had nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide!

As soon as this move came out, a fierce blood-red tiger behind him, a golden angry dragon phantom, led to a long roar:

Roar Roar Roar ......

The sound of the tiger roaring and the dragon's groaning was a big hit for a while.

This is not the law of heaven and earth, but a natural image produced by Wu Potian with pure true elements and shadow imitations, and it is a natural reaction of Huaxia martial arts to cultivate to a high depth.

The claws are sharp, all-encompassing, earth-shattering, roaring, and indispensable!

In particular, the Heaven Splitting Claw, which was infused with the power of the soul, seemed to be even more agile, as if he had his own soul in the move, making him feel scared when he stared at it.

This sky-splitting claw gave the Desperate Sword King an incomparably terrifying shock: "Damn, this stinky boy, what kind of moves are you doing, why is it so terrifying?!"

With the desperate sword king spanning half his life, he played the domineering nature of the invincible opponents in the north and south of the country, domineering and arrogant, and he had a great fear of this move from the bottom of his heart.

A claw and a knife finally collided together extremely violently, boom...... A series of earth-shattering shocks shook the space into nothingness in the blink of an eye, and the blood-red claw bag caught the heavenly sword in the void like a long rainbow piercing the sun, and the knife was shooting and decomposing. Bloody claws in the bag, shattered. A series of explosions. The hearts of the people standing in the distance were shaking, their spirits were floating, and their faces changed drastically.

"This kid, can he really confront the Martial King level head-on?" Wu En, the black-faced man, thought secretly in his heart, and the other grandmaster-level masters, their brains couldn't even turn their minds, where did they dare to go into battle. Siege of Wu Potian?

"Hehe, I have to admit it, boy, you really have a few hands, but, do you think my black-faced man Wu En is made of mud?" At the critical moment when Wu Potian and the Desperate Sword King, knives and claws were entangled with each other, the black-faced man Wu En made a shameless move, and thought of a very good reason for himself, that is, Wu Potian despised him. Don't take his blackface seriously, and now. At this critical moment, he wants to rush forward and make a name for himself.

Wu Potian heard this, and scolded: "Shameless people, if you want to besiege, come up, I, Wu Potian, will follow, hum, shameless thing!"

Seeing that his sword was caught by the blood-red claw bag, he couldn't move an inch, under the sharp claw shadow, inch by inch, the desperate sword king Wei Jiuzhong stared at Wu Potian's hands as white as jade, and the killing intent on his face became stronger and stronger......

In an instant, Wei Jiuzhong's slender phoenix eyes flashed with a murderous aura like a knife, extremely powerful, a thick killing machine burst out, the wide robe suddenly flew up, and a white jade-like hand suddenly poked out from the trembling of the robe, and the movements were fast and elegant.

He ate and put his middle fingers together, a sharp sword like a sword, should be pointed out, and quickly pointed to the martial arts, the sharp sword gang did not arrive, the void immediately condensed into substance, all things in heaven and earth at this moment, as if they were perfectly controlled by Wei Jiuzhong, at this moment, he is the master of heaven and earth!

"Boy, there is a level of martial king, now, this king will let you taste the real martial king-level sharp means, die!"

Before the word "death" fell, Wu Potian suddenly felt that his body could not move, and the space seemed to have really solidified into an entity, but that thin knife gang had the ability to fix the world, fixed the strong enemy, and waited for the knife gang to slaughter.

As soon as this move came out, not only Wu Potian couldn't move, but Wu En, the black-faced man who was about to join forces to attack, was also stagnant and couldn't move, his face was red when he was just getting started, but now his person suddenly couldn't move, and the incomparable Gang Qi lingered in his body, and he was about to explode his meridians, which was really terrible!

Depressed, the heart of the black-faced man Wu En is very depressed now......

He secretly scolded the Desperate Sword King: "Grandma, is this Wei Jiuzhong crazy, why do you have nothing to do with such a trick, you want to murder Lao Tzu?!"

Even more depressed than Wu En is Wu Potian, the Desperate Sword King's thin sword is about to completely destroy his confidence, he is proud of his strong body, at this time he is suffering from hell, the terrifying Gang Qi against his body, carrying out devastating destruction, beating, rubbing, only a few breaths, are about to be rubbed apart by it, the bones are crackling and bursting, and more importantly, his confidence is being ruthlessly destroyed......

His body was trembling violently, and his body seemed to be pressed against dozens of extremely heavy mountains, making him unable to move at all, and the terrifying gravity made him unable to even breathe, and his breath was about to stop.

"Sun, what kind of ghost move is this Desperate Sword King doing?"

At this time, the Desperate Sword King was very proud in his heart, he pressed one hand in the void, tightly fixed the space, and breathed back with the other, "Boy, die!"

This suction force is extremely large, and Wu Potian's body pressed by a mountain trembles and sucks it through, and the distance of a few hundred zhang is shortened by two-thirds in an instant, leaving only more than a hundred zhang, and he has to wait for a few breaths, Wu Potian's body will be sucked into his hand, and when the time comes, whether it is death or life, only God knows!

"Hmph, dare to resist, come over to me!"

As soon as the words came out, the right hand of the Desperate Sword King suddenly sucked in, and in a sharp pull, Wu Potian, who was resisting, was sucked closer by him again.

Seeing this amazing method of Dao killing, Wu Potian had to admit that this guy was really strong, and he had no strength to resist with this unique skill.

However, how could Wu Potian be willing to be killed? He was anxious in his heart, looking for even one thousandth hope, he wanted to win him.

"Die!"

The cold voice was suspected to be echoing in Wu Potian's ears, and the strong self-confidence of the Desperate Sword King from the bottom of his heart made Wu Potian feel undoubted, and there was an illusion in his heart that he wanted to pull him over, the distance was sharply shortened, from more than a hundred zhang, and was pulled closer to less than a hundred zhang, but the distance was still shortening, and it was about to be pulled over, and now Wu Potian was really anxious!

If it's any closer, there's no room for maneuver, and he'll really die.

"Hmph, kid, don't you like to play with shadow mimicry? Then this king will let you taste the martial king-level true qi phantom technique, so that you can die with peace of mind!"

Wei Jiuzhong is now very proud in his heart, using Wu Potian as meat on the chopping board, which can be cut down at any time to braised and stewed, stewed, and simmered in soup, this is his strong confidence from a martial king-level master!

His tone was very cold, as if he was not just talking to Wu Potian, his voice was faint, his skill was sharp, and a terrible sharp hiss immediately appeared on his arm, and a vivid and hideous python suddenly appeared on his arm, entangled on it for a while, and shot straight out along his arm, like a stroke of genius, it was like a real one, very smart, very spiritual.

Hiss......

The hissing sound between the snake's swallowing seemed to be echoing in his ears, looking at this vivid snake from a hundred feet away, Wu Potian had an illusion that this was a real snake, no different from the snake in nature, and it didn't seem to be a real vapor at all.

And it is extremely spiritual, the Desperate Sword King seems to have endowed it with wisdom and soul, and it can take off for nine days at any time, soar into the universe, and set the world!

The entire space, with the appearance of this python, became extremely weird, looking very dignified, the Desperate Sword King suppressed the space with his left hand, waved his right hand, and commanded the spirit snake to open its huge mouth, and the combination of the two was about to swallow Wu Potian in one bite, and the soul returned to the Nine Shadows.

Wei Jiuzhong smiled sneeringly, proudly, an immortal new star in the Flying Feather Continent was about to fall in his hands at this moment...... (To be continued......)