"Here", the golden-crowned monk stood up, his face was full of joy, if he can win this Wang Li today, he will definitely win the first merit, and his status will also skyrocket, and he will be promoted several levels in a row. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ji Chuan's eyebrows condensed slightly, and he sighed, he actually admired Wang Li very much, but unfortunately, he was guilty, forcing them to go to the opposite side and draw their swords against each other.

The golden-crowned monk laughed, and with a flash, he appeared in front of Wang Li, blocking his way, and said with a smile, "My name is Cui Haoran, and I am an elder of the Spirit Sword Sect, I don't know if it is Wang Li of the Vientiane Sect in person?"

Wang Li stopped and said in a deep voice, "I am no longer a disciple of the Vientiane Sect, as for who you are, Wang is not interested in knowing, now, you get out of the way for me!"

Cui Haoran was angry, he was promoted to Jindan at a young age, although he was not a Tianjiao who retired from the first sequence, but he was also a genius disciple of the sect, and his status was respected, when had he been so reprimanded?

"You are looking for death!", he pinched the trick with both hands, and the Dao sword in his heart jumped out, and the surging true qi that belonged to the Jindan monk instantly exploded and crushed, which had a natural suppressive power for the Zhuji monk.

Wang Li couldn't suppress the killing intent in his heart for a long time, and now someone who was not afraid of death came to the door, just to vent, so he was unequivocal, and as soon as he slapped the storage bag, the magic flag jumped out in an instant and fell into his hand.

I only heard the ghost crying wolf howl, and there were ten thousand demons accompanying him in the mist, and as soon as this fog came out, it immediately squeezed out Cui Haoran's true qi and resisted the impact of his Jindan true qi.

"Huh, there are two hits", Cui Haoran was stunned at first, and then his face turned cold, obviously a little surprised that Wang Li could resist his Jindan true qi, and what was deeper in his heart was a kind of anger, the dignified Jindan monk did not crush the foundation, what kind of face did this make him have to gain a foothold here?

So he waved his hand, and the Dao sword that was suspended in front of him suddenly advanced, turning into a snow-white lightning, stabbing wildly at a speed that was beyond his eye's reach, and the fierce sword qi buzzed in Wang Li's ears, making his eardrums hurt, and the skin on his face seemed to be swept by the cold, with an extremely obvious tingling sensation.

Before the sword arrived, the sword qi had arrived, and to achieve such an effect, Cui Haoran was enough to deserve the name of a genius.

Wang Li sneered, he was now concerned about his father, and he didn't have the time to entangle with him, so it was a trick to make a move.

"Ten Thousand Demon Roaring Heavenly Array, Chorus Strike!", it is a combined attack technique that only demon generals can use.

The demon soldiers in the black mist instantly boiled, screaming non-stop, and the countless sound waves were like substance, frantically converging towards the demon generals in the array.

The demon general slowly pulled out the magic blade on his waist, and on the pitch-black blade, countless flickering patterns emerged, and the sound waves shouted by the demon soldiers were all gathered in the blade!

The ripples composed of sound waves, in the blade, are like countless spiritual snakes, entwined with each other, and the momentum is shocking.

The demon general's eyes were red, he held the knife in both hands, and slashed on the spot, drawing an incomparable sword qi, which was in a semi-arc, spread out, and pounced on Cui Haoran.

As soon as this sword qi appeared, it made the heavens and the earth lose color, the sun and the moon were dull, with a violent force like shattering mountains and splitting seas, cutting off that sharp sword qi, and the remaining strength was more than slashing towards Cui Haoran, head.

Cui Haoran's eyes widened in disbelief, his own blow was actually defeated head-on by a foundation building monk?

When the sword qi was approaching, he finally felt the earth-shattering power of this spell, this terrifying power was really released by a foundation building monk?

Before he had time to think, he immediately slapped the storage bag, took out a small golden sword from it, and slammed it into the ground, and suddenly the sword light was great, and countless dense small swords were sprayed from the golden sword, forming a huge light curtain, ready to resist Wang Li's menacing sword.

"Boom"

The earth-shattering noise came, and the whole square trembled for a moment, and the violent energy swept wildly, blowing the crowd of spectators embarrassed and dodging.

The scattered sword qi and swords flew violently, destroying the square in a mess, and for a while, rubble flew and dust flew up.

Ji Chuan flicked his robe, swept out a strong wind, blowing away the gravel and dust, and had an ominous premonition in his heart, it was not long since Wang Li escaped that day, he had such growth, this son of a demon, he must not stay, no matter what today, he must be killed here!

The smoke and dust dissipated, and before Cui Haoran could take a breath, he saw the strong wind in front of him, and Wang Li stretched out his dark left palm and slapped it instantly.

"Hands"

The black palm instantly enlarged, turning into a huge black peak, with boundless purple qi on it, and the immortal aura was awe-inspiring, and it was about to shatter the sky and crush the ground, and slammed down towards Cui Haoran.

"Good boy, I underestimated you", Cui Haoran's whole body was bruised, and he shouted angrily, pointing towards the peak.

This finger is like a sword, extremely extraordinary, and it is instantly enlarged after the shot, like an optimus jade pillar, pointing above the black mountain.

"Knock"

With a muffled sound, the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble, and everyone's hearts seemed to be hit by a giant hammer, and they suddenly stopped, and they couldn't help but retreat again and again, with shocked faces.

"Poof......

Cui Haoran retreated in embarrassment, vomiting blood in his mouth, and his whole body was miserable, he was actually injured by the Zhuji monk, how could this be possible, he didn't believe it!

"Die!", Wang Li shouted violently, shook the magic flag, and the ghost general suddenly jumped out of it, swung the knife again, and brought up a vast sword qi, slashing at Cui Haoran's waist.

Cui Haoran finally turned pale, and was about to fight back, but he saw that among the magic flags, countless black chains stretched out, locking him firmly, and he couldn't move.

"Ah!!", after shouting in vain, Cui Haoran was instantly cut into two pieces by the ghost general, and his intestines flowed all over the ground, bloody.

He stretched out his blood-stained fingers, trembling and pointing at the indifferent ghost general, and said in a trembling voice, "Jin Dan ......."

But before he finished speaking, he tilted his head and lost his breath.

All this is said slowly, but in fact, it happened between lightning and flint, how can a Jindan monk fall here neatly, how can it not make people feel cold in their hearts?

Killing the Jindan monk in three moves, is this Wang Li still a human being? The same thought is haunting in everyone's hearts at this moment.

Ji Chuan's face turned cold, and the uneasiness in his heart was finally confirmed at this time, if he was not careful today, it would be easy for something to happen.

Wang Li's face was indifferent, and he slowly glanced around, and as far as his eyes could see, many Ji family monks shouted and retreated, and no one dared to plunder his edge.

He slammed the magic flag in his hand into the ground, and the black mist spread all over the square, turning this place into his main battlefield.

At this time, Wang Li trembled slightly, with tears in his eyes, step by step, towards the center of the square, the old figure.