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Zhou An reluctantly stood up and watched the change in the battle situation. You can't consume a half-saint soldier, and you can't even get over the thunderstorm.

The astonishing energy dissipated, and everyone continued to look at the sky. It was just that everyone was silent for a while, and the old man of the Jiang clan sat panting and panting on top of the void.

The phantom still stood as usual, as if the explosion had not affected it in the slightest. It's just that he didn't attack the old man, he just looked around.

The old man of the Jiang clan stood up, his figure flashing. Came behind the phantom and punched out. Zhou An, who was far away on the ground, felt the power of this punch.

It's just that something desperate happened, and the phantom turned around slowly. Stretching out a right hand, he easily caught the old man's fist.

Then, when the two were at a stalemate, the phantom held out his left hand. Press on the old man's forehead and push it gently. The old man flew a hundred feet away, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Under the rain curtain, the old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed. He walked towards the phantom, who was still looking around.

The old man of the Zhou clan stepped out, as if time had returned to the past. Zhou An feels amazing, is there really a way to rejuvenate in the world?

Ten steps later, the old man became a middle-aged man. With a fierce face, just holding a flower in his hand.

Twenty steps later, the middle-aged man turned into a young man with a smile on his face.

The young man was dressed in animal skin, and his face was full of loyalty. But there was a pride on his face, as if everything was not worth mentioning in front of his eyes.

Reaching out and holding it, a mace appeared in his hand. With a roar towards the phantom, Zhou An knew that this was Nanban's challenge etiquette.

The phantom seemed to sense his opponent for the first time, and his right hand was outstretched. Turning three circles, he looked at the young man dressed in animal skin.

"Okay, it's worthy of the remnants of the ancient emperor. I have now forcibly condensed my blood and qi to return to the peak, and today is a regret. The young man in the animal skin said loudly

The Phantom took the initiative to attack for the first time, and the young man in the animal skin was in his golden years. With a step, a flash came to the young man.

The phantom's palm is like a heavenly knife, slashing at each other. The young man took the big stick, and it was a random fight.

The sword qi and stick shadow exploded in mid-air, and the aftermath of the battle hit the city protection formation. Piercing through the defenses, he attacked a building in the city.

The yellow-toothed old man held the giant tripod and quickly came to the bottom of the sword qi. Ju Ding flew up and sucked the knife qi into the Ding.

It's just an accident, and the old man with yellow teeth just wanted to take back Juding. Juding shone brightly, knocking the yellow-toothed old man away.

A first-class martial artist, holding a holy soldier. Even the aftermath of the fight could not be suppressed, and Zhou An, who watched it, swallowed his saliva.

"Beast Warriors"

The old man of the Jiang clan who was in his golden years struck the phantom with a mace fiercely.

The astonishing momentum was separated by the formation, and the suppressed Zhou An's breath was unstable.

The phantom slowly dissipated, and the mace had a devastating momentum. A huge stick shadow fell towards Xuanwu City, and the formation of the city protector roared.

The Jiang clan's Xuanwu Great Array was unexpectedly broken. The Stick Shadow broke through the defenses and continued to fall towards the ground.

"Xuanwu Overlord"

A stream of blood qi rose from the body of the yellow-toothed old man, and the blood qi turned into a Xuanwu phantom in the sky.

It was just a breathing time, and the yellow-toothed old man spat blood from his mouth. It was like a broken sack, smashed into the ground with all its might.

In the center of Xuanwu City, the sacrificial spirit opened its mouth and roared upward. The shadow of the stick was in mid-air, turning into a little silver light and dissipating.

Hundreds of feet in the air, Jiang Jiuyou was holding a wolf's tooth stick. looked at the recondensed phantom in front of him, and his face was solemn.

Forcibly tempering one's own martial arts blood, you can't fight for a long time. After all, he was already in his twilight years, and the mace in his hand was already full of cracks in the attack just now.

The phantom stood in the void, one arm gone. The trick of hard-picking up the old man is not without paying a price, but he is still waiting.

"I have been practicing martial arts for thousands of years, and five hundred years ago, I created my own move, the 'Nine Shadow Fingers', which is the crystallization of my life's martial arts achievements. The only regret is that I don't know which of my moves is stronger or weaker than the moves created by the sages of the human race. The young Jiang Jiuyou said softly

Zhou An was confused, the thunder tribulation in front of him was different from the thunder tribulation in his impression.

The phantom that the thunder tribulation turned into actually had a trace of its own wisdom. There are strong attainments in martial arts, and if this person is really here, how strong will he be.

Bang, bang, bang, ah, a beat appeared all over the city. Jiang Gui was dressed in red, with wings spread out behind his back. Howling towards the sky, in the streets of the city.

Some people beat drums, some cry, many people shout. Finally, a group of young people rushed out, tossing and turning in the streets and rooftops. A group of middle-aged people dressed as wizards have martial arts wings growing out of their backs. Flying over Xuanwu City is like a ritual.

"Haha, Nine Shadow Fingers"

Jiang Jiuyou in the sky stretched out his right hand, and his middle finger and index finger were side by side. A black ball of light began to condense on his fingers, and Zhou An felt the horror of his fingering.

The phantom's remaining left hand stretched out, extending its index finger. He began to dance in place, and a sword aura appeared on his fingertips. I saw that the sword qi was like a ribbon, spinning softly around my fingertips.

Zhou An's face was strange, and for some reason he felt that the swordsmanship in front of him was very familiar. It looks like I've seen it somewhere, and I can't remember it for a while.

When Jiang Jiuyou's charging was completed, a black finger appeared in the sky. The fingers seemed to fly from the depths of the Nine Shadows, and it was extremely black.

Just as his finger was about to point to the phantom, a crescent-shaped sword aura appeared in the sky. Crossing an eerie arc, colliding with the black fingers in front of the phantom's eyes.

Zhou An jumped up from the ground in shock, and the phantom used the 'Moonfall Nine Days', but it was completely different from the sword technique he saw. It's just that he can feel that what is in front of him is the original move.

Then the identity of the phantom can be guessed, it is the last emperor of the human race. That Witch Emperor, I didn't expect that the Heavenly Tribulation was just a copy of an afterimage that was so powerful.

A blinding silver electric light began to fill the entire sky. Even Zhou An, who was forty percent of sword intent, couldn't look directly, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

A quarter of an hour later, the heavens and the earth were silent. Zhou An opened his eyes, and the sky had returned to calm, except for the drizzle.

Jiang Jiuyou stood on top of the void with a crack in his body, even if he had not practiced martial arts at this time. It can also be judged that this elder of the Jiang clan will not survive.

No one spoke, even Jiang Ling'er, who had always been lawless, was very quiet. This is the most important old man of the clan, and the death of the old man in front of him can even affect the relationship between the four clans of Nanban.

Jiang Jiuyou stepped out and came to the side of a big river outside Xuanwu City. Sitting on a piece of bluestone, he looked at the ginger water in front of him gushing endlessly.

remembered that once upon a time, a young man from the Jiang clan met her for the first time. She dances solo between heaven and earth on the bank of ginger water.

It's a pity that the life span of a mortal is too short, and he can only go deep into the Nine Shadows for a thousand years. It's just that I can't see the girl in my memory anymore.

Zhou An, who accompanied Jiang Gui to the river, saw the last scene. The gray-haired old man stood up and walked slowly to the center of the ginger water.

Unexpectedly, no one danced around, and in the face of the biggest fear of ordinary people, the old man was dancing with a smile.

A breeze blew, and the old man's body seemed to be condensed from the quicksand in the sky. First of all, starting with the feet, the whole person turned into dust.