In the early morning, the sun rose as usual, and the warm sunlight shone into the courtyard of the Wang family, and Wang Li was dressed in a white robe and sat quietly in the courtyard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was waiting, waiting for the monk from the Yan family to come to the door.

The Spirit Sword Sect is a famous sect in the Southern Regions, and the disciples who walk outside naturally have a piece of pride in the sect, and they were humiliated like this yesterday and returned, so they will give up, then what the hell!

The honor of the sect is above all else, and this contradiction can never be reconciled, only a battle!

Wang Li knows this.

All the people of the Wang family also received orders, and they all hid in the back house, poked their heads out and kept looking, and no one dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Suddenly, a terrifying sound of sword roar resounded throughout the city, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and involuntarily look up in the direction where the sword roar came from.

Where was it, a cyan ancient sword flashed away, slashing straight at the place where the courtyard of the Wang family was.

"It's finally here", Wang Li looked at the ancient sword that came from the sky, muttered, stood up, and waved out a surging golden light with a wave of his sleeve robe, rushing away like a dragon out of the sea, it was the flowing golden sword.

A crisp sound of "clanging" came out in vain, and at this moment, everyone felt that their eyes were dark, their chests were stuffy, and they almost wanted to gause, obviously their internal organs were injured by the spread of true qi.

Wang Li stretched out his hand and made a move, the flowing gold sword flew upside down and hovered around him, he slowly stepped on the sword body, flew into the air, and shouted loudly, "Since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail?"

"If you want Yan to hide, you won't have the qualifications to cultivate for another hundred years", a cold voice sounded, and I saw a blue-robed monk coming from Edgeworth, his eyes were narrow, and those two extremely thin lips showed that the master's heart was not so broad.

Although the green robe on his body was the same as the robe of the three monks yesterday, the gold threads mixed in the sword pattern could show the dignity of the master, and next to his neckline was a small golden sword that shimmered with golden light.

All of this is shown by Yan Wang, one of the twelve servants of the Spirit Sword Sect, the root of the Yan family's arrogance, and the grandson of the Yan family.

Wang Li's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Yan Wang, who was approaching quickly, without any expression, but the glittering essence in his eyes showed the boundless battle intent of his master.

Yan Wang snorted coldly, and with a wave of his robe, hundreds of cyan lightsabers flew out and shot towards Wang Li in the distance like a torrential rain.

Before anyone arrived, the offensive had arrived, and this Yan family disciple was obviously not prepared to say anything about the scene, and as soon as he made a move, it was a killing move.

Because he knows that there is no point in speaking quickly for a while, only the result is the most convincing, and pragmatism is the most basic quality that a long-experienced disciple should have.

Those disciples who love to play tricks are the easiest to die.

Wang Li's eyes were solemn, his whole body was tense, this was the most difficult battle after he advanced to the Great Perfection, the other party was a disciple of Tianjiao who could fight against each other, whether it was the sect, the exercises, the experience, or the status, they all crushed themselves in all directions, but would he be afraid?

Obviously not.

"My Taoist heart, without him, can only move forward bravely and protect everything that is cherished", Wang Li glanced at the Wang family under him, where there are his own fathers and mothers, many generals, Xiaopang, senior sisters, and everything about him, this is the meaning of his existence in this world!

Wang Li's eyes widened with anger, his true qi was full of anger, and the momentum of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining suddenly let go, and he shouted, "Kill!"

I saw that with a wave of his sleeve robe, he grabbed it with one palm, and the originally white and slender hands became golden at this time, and they were unusually bright, which was his master's skill, "touching the golden hand".

The True Qi of Heaven and Earth surged in front of him, condensing into a huge golden light palm, and slammed into a rain of swords like a waterfall.

"Boom, boom", a dense roar kept coming, countless cyan lightsabers slammed into the palms, shattering into pieces, and Wang Li's gold-touching hand became more and more dim, and finally disappeared between heaven and earth.

The collision of the two martial arts set off a surging wave of air, blowing Wang Li's body to a swaying shape, and he had to retreat, avoiding the edge, and from a distance, above the sky, a huge blue and gold tornado storm suddenly appeared, destroying all the houses below.

In the center of Maple City, in the City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord of Maple City looked at the tornado that was raging in the sky, and his face was ugly.

"City Lord, fighting in the city, but violating the law of my Great Chu......", a monk in black armor beside him also looked at the tornado and said softly.

The city lord slowly lowered his head and glanced at him, annoyed in his heart, you asked me to get involved in the battle of the two Great Perfection monks, isn't this looking for death?

He snorted coldly and ordered lightly, "Pass the order, send the city guards, take the battle place as the center, put martial law within 10 miles of Fangyuan, evacuate the civilians, and make room for the two adults who are fighting."

The black-armored monk was stunned for a moment, "This ......."

The city lord had a gloomy face and slowly spoke, "The rules are dead, but people are alive, none of us can afford to provoke these two big Buddhas, if you can successfully separate them, the position of my city lord can be given to you to sit ......."

The black-armored monk hurriedly knelt on the ground and said in a panic, "The subordinates don't dare, the subordinates are talkative."

"Don't go quickly", the city lord burst out, obviously on the verge of an outbreak, anyone who finds that there are people on their own one-third of an acre of land will be unhappy if no one is sabotage, and even more damn you have to laugh and create space for them, so that they can play happily.

This city lord is really.

The black-armored monk also knew that he had talked too much today, and he no longer dared to say it, so he hurriedly hugged his fist and left with a stream of urine.

At this time, the tornado storm had dissipated somewhat, Yan Wang's face remained unchanged, and he took out a small bottle of white jade from this storage bag, "Spirit Sword Sword Intent, Condensation", and after saying that, the true qi swayed, and a very sharp sword qi was spewed out from the mouth of the bottle, slashing towards Wang Li.

This sword qi was shadowless, formless, silent, but along the way, everything that stood in its way was cut into two pieces, and the incision was extremely smooth, making people not doubt the sharpness of this sword qi at all.

"Hmph, this is the magic weapon that my senior brother gave me, forgive you for being a disciple of a second-rate sect, I will definitely not be able to resist it."

Wang Li's pupils constricted, the hairs on his whole body stood on end, he felt a trace of the danger of death, the invisible sword qi was already approaching, and the sharp sword light had already cut off the hair on his forehead.

"Mixed Yuan Shield, Yu", he shouted, blocking the Mixed Yuan Shield in front of him, and the shield instantly became larger, emitting boundless light.

Immediately, there was a "boom" sound, and Wang Li couldn't help but staggered back a few steps, but the strength on the Mixed Yuan Shield in front of him did not disappear, as if there was an invisible sword still continuing to cut down.

Yan Wang's face was full of anger, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it suddenly, "Give me death!"