Salen Agu smiled:

"Before your master left with Emperor Gaozu of Dafeng, he often played chess with me, we take heaven and earth as chess, and all living beings as sons, sometimes a game of chess, it takes more than ten years to get results. ”

He lightly whipped the sheep whip, snap~ The formation on the surface of the gossip platform shattered.

"Then let's play this game of chess, but we have to go well. This chess piece is called Wei Yuan. ”

The prison took a sip of wine, and the word fell, and Sarun Agu's body twisted like brain waves, and it took a while to return to its original state.

The distant Jingshan City, a city that was being rebuilt, suddenly shook, like an earthquake, the newly built hall collapsed, and the ground cracked out of a large crack dozens of feet deep.

"Coincidentally, my chess piece is also called Wei Yuan. ”

Sarun Agu shook his whip, rolled up a chess piece, and landed on the board.

In the sky above the stargazing tower, in the dense clouds, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly fell, but it did not fall on the prisoner, and disappeared halfway, as if he had split into another dimensional dimension.

"I'm in trouble early on Dafeng's territory, and I'm sloppy. ”

Jian Zheng bowed slightly, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, did not rush to drop again, and said with a smile:

"But the style of playing chess is very similar to the teacher, it turns out that he learned it from you. I just don't know if that kind of pedantry is also inherited from you....... Confucian saint!"

As this son called "Confucian Sage" fell, streams of bright red blood poured out of the wizard's robe on Sarun Agu's body, and disappeared in an instant.

In the distant country of Kang, a huge tsunami was set off.

Salen Agu's face seemed to be a little pale, and he said lightly:

"In my opinion, even if he is rash, even if he betrays the Witch God Cult, it is better than the evil obstacle of you, the murderer. During his reign, he never fought with the Witch God Cult........ Witch God!"

The whip rolls up a chess piece and lands on the chessboard.

No change in the corrections? Instead, he poured out the wine in his glass, dispelling the dark clouds overhead.

In the territory of Dafeng, as long as Dabong does not die? He is an invincible existence under the super.

The prison is squinting? Said: "Wu Zong had an incident back then? Is it the trend of the times, five hundred years ago, that vein favored traitors and greedy for pleasure? So that corrupt officials are rampant? The people have no means of making a living. The teacher thinks that if you give Dafeng time, you can always sweep away the scabies and return the officials to the Qingming.

"But I think? Don't break or stand? Dabong needs to go through a rebirth? Then I won. These 500 years of peace and prosperity? Is that the grace I have imparted to him? The best reward. ”

Salen Agu walked slowly to the gossip table? Overlooking the capital, he said: "Today's Dafeng is so similar to five hundred years ago. ”

Jian Zheng said: "If it is not broken, it will not stand." ”

Five hundred years have passed, and I am still the same prison as before, and I have not changed in the slightest.

.............

"Salen Agu?"

Xu Qi'an woke up? Say the name of the great wizard of the Witch God Sect.

Can you deal with a product? There is only one product.

The Witch God Cult plots to worship the dragon vein? Want to include the Central Plains? Turn Daebong into a vassal of the Witch God Cult.

So, how could Salen Agu be absent from today's "grand event".

No wonder Emperor Joan of Arc had no fear.

"Not stupid!"

Emperor Joan of Arc opened his mouth, his expression smug and rampant.

He seems to have a hard time controlling his emotions? It's not that it's hard to control, but I haven't thought about controlling it at all, a master of the Dao Sect who has entered the devil, his personality must be flamboyant, and it is strange to be calm and introverted......... Xu Qi'an's thoughts turned in his heart, thinking that maybe he could use Emperor Zhende to enter the demon?

"Hey, when you killed the king of Zhenbei that day, it was really refreshing. Oh, forget that that's you, you're just a defeated subordinate of mine, when I was in Chuzhou, I could beat you and beg for mercy, and today I will definitely be able to blow your dog's head. ”

Xu Qi'an tried his best to make his expression look arrogant and arrogant.

Sure enough, Emperor Joan De's face twitched slightly, and his eyes spewed out anger like substance, but the next moment, he restrained his emotions and said lightly:

"The carving insect skill, with just a few words, can you provoke me?"

Dog offal, sooner or later I will break you into pieces......... The little soul in the body of Emperor Joan of Arc roared.

It's useless.,It seems that being in the devil doesn't mean that the IQ is not good......... Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed, if Emperor Zhende's anger just now continued for even a second, he would raise his middle finger and shout at the other party:

Come here~

"So when you were forced to make an edict against yourself, you were angry in the main hall, and you were also acting?" asked Xu Qi'an.

Emperor Joan of Arc sneered, "Guess. ”

Xu Qi'an glanced at the direction of the capital without a trace, and said without any expression:

"I'm guessing you took the opportunity to release the anger of King Zhenbei being killed, or that the anger was beyond your limit, and you couldn't control yourself. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc did not answer, I don't know if he disdained to answer, or acquiesced.

He glanced sideways in the direction of the capital, and said in a leisurely tone: "You are waiting for Luo Yuheng." ”

Xu Qi'an's face changed slightly.

Seeing this, the smile on Emperor Joan of Arc's face expanded, a little banter, a little mockery, and said:

"Luo Yuheng is unwilling to double cultivate with me, and is even dissatisfied with my cultivation, because my cultivation has weakened Dafeng's national strength, and she lacks enough luck to survive the tribulation. If she can seize the opportunity to kill me and support the new king, she may still have a chance. ”

Xu Qi'an's face was stiff.

I only heard Emperor Joan of Arc smile treacherously and said, "I found an interesting opponent for her." ”

..........

A suburb of Beijing far away from Nanyuan.

Luo Yuheng frowned, looking at the black shadow opposite, the black lotus that bloomed on his feet, his body was flowing with pitch-black pus, and his eyes were flowing with deep malice.

The place where the black lotus is located is the center, within a radius of several miles, the plants are withered, the eyes of the animals are red, they lose their minds, and they only know how to mate, or fight each other.

In the subtleties, even the insects are fighting each other.

"Good niece!"

Hei Lian licked her lips and made a "swooping" sound, her tone was both evil and obscene, and she said:

"Come to Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi will take you to double cultivation and let you taste the taste of being a woman, hehehe~"

The corners of Luo Yuheng's mouth twitched, and he took out the rusty iron sword in his hand, and scolded angrily: "Get out!"

The dazzling sword aura was better than the blazing sun, and the mating animals and insects were killed instantly, which was only affected by the sword intent contained in this sword.

The blooming black lotus flowers gushed out a pitch-black viscous liquid like an earth spring, and they scrambled to envelop the sword qi, and in their snort, they quickly wiped out the sword that Luo Yuheng had struggled to slash.

"How many swords can you block?"

Luo Yuheng sneered, hugged the sword and spiraled into the sky, and in the middle of the rotation, sharp sword qi shot out one after another.

The sword intent filled the heavens and the earth.

Sneer........ The Black Lotus Dao Head was pierced by these rainstorm-like sword qi, but his body seemed to be made up of sludge from a stinky ditch, and the pitch-black liquid flowed, repairing the wound of the piercing.

On the contrary, the surrounding ground exploded one sword pit after another, as if it had just been baptized by a cannonball.

The liquid flowing from the Black Lotus Dao Chief's body seemed to be a little dimmed.

Under the swordsmanship of the human sect, which is not weak in the art of attack and killing, I think I was still a little injured.

The Black Lotus Dao Chief took a deep breath, his abdomen bulged, and the "round ball" slowly moved up, and when it reached his throat, it spurted out violently.

The Black Lotus Dao Leader spewed out a long river of pitch-black, wrapping Luo Yuheng, as if he was going to fall with her.

"Good niece, Uncle Shi has been hungry for your body for a long time, ahahaha......."

The Black Lotus Dao Elder laughed nervously, both evil and crazy.

Laugh at!

The rusty iron sword broke through the turbid current, and with a flash of brilliance, the Black Lotus Dao Elder pierced through his heart.

Luo Yuheng's figure appeared out of thin air, holding the iron sword, shaking his hand, shaking off a little pitch-black liquid on the blade.

She can't be contaminated with the other party's power that symbolizes depravity, even if it is just a little, it will arouse the karmic fire in her body.

But this sword can, this iron sword is the magic weapon of the town sect handed down by the ancestors of the human sect, and it embodies the sword intent of the ancestors of the past generations.

Therefore, Fang Cai Luo Yuheng's human sword was one, merged into the iron sword, and the sword broke through the viscous liquid.

"Ah, it hurts!!"

The Black Lotus Daoist covered his heart and screamed.

He was enraged, and suddenly felt that the beautiful and moving niece was not cute, and was full of malice, and screamed:

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you........ I'm going to arrest you and go back to double cultivation, I'm going to arrest you to go back to double cultivation......... Is it killing or double cultivation? It's annoying, it's annoying, it's annoying, it's annoying........"

With a nervous roar, his body suddenly collapsed, turning into a black face the size of a small building, made up of a pitch-black liquid as thick as syrup.

The face opened its big mouth and threw itself at Luo Yuheng, wanting to swallow her in one gulp.

The national teacher flipped the rusty iron sword and gently handed out a sword.

Rumble!

Faces shattered, and the sky began to rain darkly.

The sword light swept miles away, slicing through a mountain, and flew away, disappearing from sight.

Luo Yuheng stood with his sword in his hand, his expression faint: "That's it?"

"The deity has decided, the deity is going to kill you. ”

The figure of the Black Lotus Dao Head reunited, and his aura dimmed a little.

This annoying niece of the teacher, let's kill it.

"Jin Lian begged me for help, join forces to deal with you, I don't want to help him, it's just that I don't want to take risks, it's just none of my business. However, this time, someone else asked me to help.

"Since he spoke, I might as well show some real skills. ”

Luo Yuheng lightly bit his fingertips, wiped the rusty iron sword, and said softly:

"Black Lotus, you can run for your life. ”

Confident and domineering.

.............

Emperor Joan of Arc laughed wildly, Xu Qi'an's slightly discolored appearance poked at the cool point in his heart, as a demon who showed off his emotions, he enjoyed the feeling of being crushed by his IQ.

Let this kid who thinks he is the savior understand how ridiculous and humble he really is.

"A martial artist at the peak of the third grade, it is really hard to kill, but it doesn't matter, soon you will taste the ultimate fear. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at him playfully, expecting to see vigilance and confusion in Xu Qi'an's eyes, as well as a trace of panic.

But what he was waiting for was Xu Qi'an's laughter:

"You are talking so much nonsense to me, you are waiting for King Huai. ”

This time, it was the turn of Emperor Joan of Arc's face to change slightly and squint his eyes.

He stared at Xu Qi'an with some vigilance and confusion, and said:

"Your mind doesn't look like a decoration yet, but you know what, there are still people in Dabong who can stop an immortal martial artist?"

Xu Qi's eyes fell on the corpse of Emperor Yuanjing in the distance, and the person who controlled the secret technique of one qi transformation and three clearings, as long as one of the clones did not die, given enough time, he could re-cultivate the two clones.

Of course, the beheaded body cannot be resurrected, and the body of Emperor Yuan Jing is already dead. But King Huai is different, King Huai is a three-grade martial artist.

After entering the third grade, Xu Qi'an knew very well that as long as he crossed into enough qi and blood power,

"I can't find a three-rank martial artist, but who said that the one who stopped the three-rank must be the third-grade?" Xu Qi'an asked with a smile.

Emperor Joan of Arc's face sank.

He looked at Xu Qi'an coldly, and his tone was full of calmness:

"Do you know how King Huai was resurrected? This is my third purpose in killing Wei Yuan. ”

Come on, hurt each other.

Xu Qi'an's smile slowly converged, and three words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "You-find-die-"

The Great War broke out in an instant.

.............

A figure flew in the sky, wearing heavy armor, with handsome facial features, somewhat similar to Emperor Yuan Jing, and a pair of narrow Danfeng eyes were cold.

King of Zhenbei.

He came from the direction of the imperial mausoleum, and after the body was transported back to the capital from Chuzhou that day, because of Emperor Yuan Jing's attitude of trying to cover up the Huaiwang massacre, he annoyed the civil and military officials, and they rose up to fight.

The princes led the ministers to besiege the noon gate, and the scolding was endless, and the noise was boiling.

Under such a premise, no one paid attention to the corpse of King Huai, after all, it was meaningless to compete with a corpse, and tearing up with the emperor was the most important thing.

Including Xu Qi'an and Zheng Xinghuai, they only blindly paid attention to the situation in the court at that time, ignoring the corpse of King Huai.

As everyone knows, this is exactly what Emperor Joan of Arc deliberately did.

King Huai's body has been hidden in the imperial mausoleum, and he has just recently recovered.

Shout!

The flying sword broke through the air and took the head of the king of Zhenbei.

King Zhenbei waved his slap lightly, with a sharp sound, and the flying sword flew upside down.

He paused in the void and looked into the sky somewhere, where two flying swords hung over, each stepping on two people.

They are a swordsman in a green shirt, a monk in simple monk clothes, a young girl with wheat-colored skin, and a beautiful woman in a Taoist robe.

"Who am I, it is you!"

King Huai sneered and shook his head again and again: "Just a few of you local chickens and dogs, dare to block my way?"

He also thought that Xu Qi'an had any hole cards.

That's it?

Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and Lina, or turned their heads or turned their heads, looking at Master Hengyuan, who was bitter and hateful.

"Amitabha. ”

Hengyuan clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice: "The donor slaughtered 380,000 people in Chuzhou, and the poor monks were so sad, but they didn't have the opportunity to educate you to be a human .........."

Chu Yuanzhen interrupted with a smile: "Master, don't beep, let's do it directly." The few of us had to wait not only for a quarter of an hour, but also for him to be exhausted as much as possible. ”

Hengyuan groaned: "Reasonable!"

There is really no need to bother with the most heinous people, and they should be brought to their knees with the angry eyes of Vajra.

A relic floated above Hengyuan's head, blooming with a clear and soft golden light.

Then, he took a page from his bosom and shook his hand to ignite it.

Blessing the core ability - the Great Summoning Technique!

In the dark void, a figure wearing a robe with kind eyebrows descended, and after merging with the relics, this unreal phantom instantly condensed.

This is an Arhat, a second grade of Buddhism, an Arhat!

Of course, the summoned heroic soul, even if it has a relic bonus, cannot be equal to a real Arhat.

But with Hengyuan as the main force, assisted by Li Miaozhen and others, he could barely hold off a martial artist at the peak of the third grade.

Seeing this, King Huai raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't take a quarter of an hour to solve you." ”

Contempt on the surface, vigilance on the inside.

Master Hengyuan folded his hands together, lowered his head and recited the scriptures, and one by one the golden Buddhist texts like essence floated out of his mouth, converging into a golden "river", rushing towards the king of Zhenbei.

King Zhenbei's body staggered, his head ached, and he had a strong thought of suicide, and he could no longer stand in the air, and fell downward.

Seven-grade mage, the best at transcendence!

If it is a dead soul, it will be liberated in transcendence and return to heaven and earth.

If you are a living person, you will have a strong desire to kill yourself, and if you don't want to die, the Buddha will say, "No, you want to die."

The first to jump off the flying sword is Lina, the little black skin in the south always rushes to the first, she is like a close hand and foot, like a sharp arrow shot to the earth, close to the king of Zhenbei, she violently spread her limbs, around the king of Zhenbei.

At this time, King Huai was still in a state of headache and the world was in a gloomy state, Lina hooked her legs around the tiger waist of Sanpin Wufu, hugged his two big arms with both hands, scolded him, and pulled his arms back.

is worthy of being a genius girl in the force Gu department, and she wrestled with King Huai for a few seconds.

Shout!

Chu Yuanzhen pulled out the ordinary iron sword at his waist and shot away.

Li Miaozhen raised his right hand and palmed his palm towards King Zhenbei.

Glara ........ The armor on his body, the clothes inside, the belt, the shoes, etc., all betrayed, or tightened his waist, or tightened his neckline, making King Huai unable to move, and helping Lina in disguise.

Chu Yuanzhen's iron sword arrived immediately, stabbing at the center of King Huai's eyebrows, and did not burst out with a powerful qi machine, because this sword was a heart sword.

Hearts and souls.

The people of the Heaven and Earth Guild tacitly made a move, and they played a wave of control, and Shengsheng controlled this third-grade peak martial artist for more than five seconds.

Hengyuan, as the main force, naturally would not let go of this good opportunity, while chanting "no killing", he raised his fist the size of an iron pot, and the stormy offensive fell on the king of Zhenbei.

The "precepts" of the Arhat fruit position are enough to forcibly control the King of Huai for a long time.

Dangdang!

The fist smashed on the body of the Sanpin martial artist, smashing the qi wave that could kill the martial artist under the copper skin and iron bone realm at will, and smashed Lina, who clamped King Huai's arm, kept bleeding.

The smashed Huai King's aura is difficult to stabilize.

Boom! The armor on King Zhenbei's body exploded, Lina was thrown away like a paper kite, and the domineering arrogance of the martial artist destroyed and decayed, shaking everything around him, including Master Hengyuan.

Lina's arms twisted and bent, her bones pierced with bloody flesh, and she lost her strength on the spot.

From the very beginning, the task of the people of the Heaven and Earth Society was not to snipe the King of Huai, which was not realistic.

First of all, what Hengyuan invited was the heroic soul of the Arhat back then, and his strength was definitely not as good as the real body, and even if the Arhat's real body was in person, it would be difficult to kill a martial artist at the peak of the third grade.

Secondly, this heroic soul can only last for a quarter of an hour, and for a quarter of an hour, you want to kill a stinky and hard high-grade martial artist?

In the end, the third and fourth grades are the difference between cloud and mud, the difference in strength is too big, the opponent can make countless mistakes, and if you make a mistake once, it may be a team annihilation.

King Huai is a ruthless person, well versed in the truth of taking advantage of people's illness to kill people, and does not show mercy to his subordinates because the other party is a female streamer.

Master Hengyuan clasped his hands together: "Don't commit the killing ring." ”

King Huai's fist was struck, and it was difficult to punch again.

Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity, aimed her palm at Lina, and shook her hard, throwing her far away.

She is not worried about Lina's injury, the master defense of the force Gu department is not as perverted as Takefu, but they have extremely strong recovery power, normally speaking, as long as they don't die, the injury can be recovered, and the repair time depends on the severity of the injury.

Lina was in the underground palace at the beginning, and was severely injured by a yin object, fatally injured, and after sleeping for one night, she was as good as ever.

Heaven and earth will lack one of the four, and there are only three people left.

Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen deserved to be the mainstays of the Heaven and Earth Society, one of them used the human sect heart method to control hundreds of flying swords, and the other threw out the soul flag, soul bell and other magic weapons, trapping King Huai in the array.

With Hengyuan as the main force, the two sides are in full swing.

In the fierce battle, hundreds of flying swords were exhausted, or shattered into pieces of iron, or melted into molten iron, and the magic weapons that Li Miaozhen brought from the sect were finally completely exhausted.

King Huai's aura has been significantly reduced, but for a martial artist in this realm, it doesn't matter if he can recover the wear and tear that can be recovered in half an hour.

No, that's not going to work.......... Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart.

The task of the four of them is to delay King Huai for a quarter of an hour, and consume his combat strength, with the Arhat relics here, it is not difficult to delay for a quarter of an hour, but to hit King Huai hard, it is difficult, it is as difficult as the sky.

If King Huai is allowed to support Joan of Arc at his peak, and the two are combined, Xu Qi'an will definitely be defeated.

The fusion of a third-grade peak and a second-grade master will undergo a qualitative change.

King Huai stared at the green-shirted swordsman coldly, and sneered:

"Chu Yuanzhen, a good champion is not appropriate, what kind of sword do you practice? After practicing for so many years, I have practiced a bunch of embroidery needles that do not hurt or itch. I have gone through two dynasties, overlooking the court for nearly a jiazi, and I have seen too many people like you who think they are bookish.

"Scholarly spirit is the most useless thing, resigning from the official position and practicing the sword, it seems chic, but in fact it is stupid. What have you cultivated over the years? What can you do if you are not satisfied with my cultivation? The three-foot green peak in your hand can hurt me in the slightest?"

This person was talented back then, a champion in high school, and he was proud of the spring breeze, but unfortunately because of a trivial matter, he had a grudge against him, the king of a country, so he resigned from the official position to practice swords.

Now there is no one else.

It's ridiculous.

As King Huai spoke, he stared at him with cold eyes, his eyes were gloomy, and he chose people to devour.

What does it feel like to be locked one-on-one by a three-rank master?

Chu Yuanzhen realized.

He stood there stunned, his shoulders seemed to be carrying two mountains, his cold hair stood on end, and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

King Huai snorted, the fourth grade and the third grade, like the difference between immortals, he didn't take this champion who abandoned books and practiced swords in his eyes at all.

"Amitabha!"

Master Hengyuan strode forward, and the lion of Buddhism roared: "Kill the thief!"

Kill the thief!

The arhat that melted into his body floated out, and when he was empty, he made the Vajra angry eyes, and the brilliant brilliance constructed a mysterious pattern on the surface of the Dharma phase.

The breath of the fierceness fills the heavens and the earth.

Fa Xiang's eyes suddenly shot golden light, enveloping King Huai into it.

King Huai, who had obviously foreseen the crisis, couldn't dodge, as if he had been hit by a fixation spell, and the next moment, his eyeballs spurted out, and two blood-drenched black holes appeared on his face.

His nostrils, mouth, and ears were dripping with blood at the same time.

Seven orifices bleed.

King Huai seemed to have been hit on the forehead with a stick, and the whole person leaned back violently, staggering and falling back.

After this blow, the relics fell back into the body, and Hengyuan's entire person's spirit fell rapidly, obviously exhausted of residual strength, and there was no longer the strength to fight.

King Huai let out an unbearable roar of pain, the blow was so traumatic to him that he covered his face and bent his spine.

Li Miaozhen lowered her flying sword and swooped towards Hengyuan, trying to take him away.

But after losing the containment of the Arhat Relic, she realized how terrible the Sanpin Martial Arts was, and she couldn't move.

King Huai's five-finger grasp made it difficult for Li Miaozhen to move again, thinking that if the five-finger grasp was solid, this Heavenly Sect Holy Maiden would be crushed.

Chu Yuanzhen watched this scene with wide eyes, and the Qingfeng sword on his back, which had never been unsheathed since he traveled through the rivers and lakes, suddenly trembled.

King Huai was about to "hold" Li Miaozhen, as if he realized something, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

The Qingfeng Sword trembled violently.

"Oh, you Chu Yuanzhen still want to come up with a sword?"

King Huai asked with a sneer: "Mole ant, do you dare to use a sword against me?" ”

The four products are different from ants.

Chu Yuanzhen's hands and feet trembled, his pupils were dilated, and the past was like smoke, and today he was rushing to his heart.

Orphaned since childhood, Chu Yuanzhen was adopted by a childless couple, who died and studied under a Confucian seat.

His ideals and knowledge all come from the great Confucian who crashed into the pillar and died in the Jinluan Palace, the teacher has first-class knowledge, but unfortunately he can't be an official, and his stinky temper makes it difficult for him to move forward in the court.

usually teaches Chu Yuanzhen, and the most he says is "Don't learn from me".

In the 27th year of Yuanjing, the imperial examination, Chu Yuanzhen was the champion of high school, and the teacher cried with joy, patted him on the shoulder, and the first thing he said was "Don't learn from me".

The previous champions are all promising people. Just need to be a little slippery, remember to be with the light, and afraid that it will be difficult to display your ambitions in the future?

Chu Yuanzhen has the experience of his teacher, and he is not pedantic, and his heart is hot.

In the same year, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, the people had no harvest, and the imperial court was unfavorable for disaster relief, so that hunger was everywhere.

It was at this time that Emperor Yuan Jing opened the furnace for alchemy, and one season consumed two tens of thousands of silver.

The scholar, who was ridiculed by his colleagues as a scholar who eats the ancients, denounced Emperor Yuan Jing on the Jinluan Palace, every word was like a knife, and then hit his head against the pillar and died.

Emperor Yan: Aiqing fights for the righteous death festival, quickly.

No one dared to save it.

Before he died, the teacher grabbed Chu Yuanzhen's hand, and his last words were still the same: Don't learn from me.........

But Chu Yuanzhen still left, left the court, and since then the green shirt has been walking the rivers and lakes with a sword.

Because it's hard to settle.

After all, it is difficult to settle!

Chu Yuanzhen said loudly: "Unsheathed!"

With a "bang", the three-foot green peak behind him rose to the sky.

This sword is finally unsheathed.

Who has a grievance today?

Rumble!

The ground was raised, and clods of soil, yellow sand, and gravel rose into the sky one after another, following the Qingfeng Sword into the air.

In just an instant, a hundred-zhang long earth dragon appeared behind Chu Yuanzhen, soaring straight into the sky, and the dragon head was the Qingfeng Sword.

When you pick up the sword, you are already so courageous.

"Go!"

Chu Yuanzhen pointed like a sword and stabbed at King Huai.

The earth dragon, which was huge and soaring, suddenly lowered its head, fell back to the master's side, swam around three times, and then roared out with Chu Yuanzhen's sword fingers.

King Huai had already realized the power of this sword, and when Chu Yuanzhen handed out his sword finger, he quickly retreated, and his figure flickered left and right, as fast as a ghost.

At this time, this unusual, martial arts-based swordsman who followed the path of the human sect, he, and his self-created secret of cultivation, showed an extremely unreasonable side.

The Qingfeng sword broke away from the "dragon body", disappeared in a flash, flashed again and again, and in the distance, King Huai, who was trying his best to dodge, stopped, and looked at the big hole in his chest in a daze.

A sword pierces the heart.

Ten years of bookish business spirit, now vomit out.

King Zhenbei screamed miserably, his face distorted, as if he was suffering extreme, terrible pain.

It's hard to imagine that a Sanpin martial artist would scream out in pain.

The large hole in the chest could not heal for a long time.

The breath of King Huai finally fell from the peak of the third grade.

He reappeared with confidence, trying to kill the Quartet, stabbing the enemy, but unexpectedly fell by the strength of several four-grade ants.

And those ants.........

King Zhenbei endured the pain and turned his head to look at the sky, where there were only a few black dots left.

The ants ran away excitedly.

Although these injuries would recover in half an hour at most, he couldn't wait that long.

He had to rush to support "himself".

...........

PS: The phone broke today, and I was so angry that I almost didn't want to update.

There should be one more chapter tonight, well, the end of the chapter of killing the king. Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription.