Nightwatcher Chapter 251: We each fight (7,400)

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Saron Agu smiled and said:

"Your master often played chess with me before he left with the emperor Dafeng Gaozu. We use heaven and earth as our chess, and sentient beings as our sons. Sometimes a game of chess takes more than ten years to produce results."

He whipped the goat whip lightly, and snapped the formation on the surface of the Eight Diagrams platform.

"Then we have to go on this game of chess. This chess piece is called Wei Yuan."

Jianzheng took a sip of the wine, and the word fell, and Salun Agu's body twisted like a brain wave, and it took a while to recover.

The distant city of Jingshan, the city under reconstruction, suddenly shook like an earthquake. The newly built hall collapsed and the ground cracked into a large crack with a depth of several tens of meters. . .

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

Saron Agu shook the sheep whip, rolled up a chess piece, and landed on the chessboard.

A lightning bolt thick as a bucket suddenly struck down over the star-gazing building in the densely packed clouds, but it fell on Jian Zheng's body and disappeared halfway, as if it had split into another dimension.

"In Dafeng's site, I was troubled and sloppy."

Jianzheng nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, didn't rush to settle down again, smiled:

"But the style of playing chess and playing steadily is very similar to the teacher. It turns out that he learned it from you. I just don’t know if the pedantic spirit is also inherited from you... Confucian sage!"

With the fall of the son called "Rusheng", a stream of bright red blood poured out from the wizard robe of the ancient body of Salun, and disappeared in a flash.

In the distant Kang country, there was a huge tsunami.

Saron Agu's face seemed a little paler, and he said lightly:

"In my opinion, even if he is arrogant, even if he betrays the witch **** cult, it is better than you, the master killer. During his time in charge, he never fought with the witch **** cult... .Sorcerer!"

The goat whip rolled up a chess piece and landed on the board.

Jianzheng did not change, but poured out the drink in the glass, dispelling the dark clouds above his head.

In the territory of Dafeng, as long as Dafeng survives, he will be an invincible existence under Super Grade.

Jian Zheng squinted his eyes and said: "The uprising of Wu Zong was the general trend. Five hundred years ago, the line of favoring traitorous officials, greedy for pleasure, caused corrupt officials to run rampant, and the people did not live. The teacher thinks that giving Dafeng time can always sweep away the trouble , But also the official Qingming.

"But I feel that Dafeng needs to experience a rebirth from the ashes, and then I won. This five-hundred-year peace and prosperity is my best reward for teaching him."

Salun Agu walked slowly to the side of the Bagua platform, overlooking the capital, and said: "Today's Dafeng is so similar to five hundred years ago."

Jian Zhengdao: "If you don't break, you won't stand."

After five hundred years, I am still the former supervisor, without a trace of change.

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

"Saron Agu?"

Xu Qi'an suddenly woke up and revealed the name of the great wizard of the witch gods.

There is only one product that can deal with one product.

The Witch God Sect is plotting the Dafeng Dragon Vessel, and wants to include the Central Plains in its territory and turn Dafeng into a subordinate country of the Witch God Sect.

So, how could Salen Agu miss today's "event".

It's no wonder that Emperor Jeanne was confident.

"Not stupid!"

Jan of Arc opened his mouth, his expression proud and wild.

He seems to have trouble controlling his emotions? No, it’s not that it’s difficult to control, but that it’s never thought of it. An enchanted Taoist master must have a flamboyant personality, calm and introverted, but strange.........Xu Qi'an's mind turned, thinking that maybe he could use it What is the point of Joan of Arc's enchantment?

"Hey, it was really refreshing when I killed Zhenbei King that day. Oh, forget that it was you. You are just my defeated general. When I was in Chuzhou, I could beat you for mercy, and 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, Joan of Arc's face twitched slightly, his eyes spit out anger, but the next moment, he calmed down and said lightly:

"Small bugs can provoke me with just a few words?"

Dog offal, sooner or later I will smash you into pieces.........The little soul in the body of Joan of Arc is roaring.

It doesn’t work. It seems that being demonized does not mean that IQ is not good... Xu Qi’an is a little disappointed. If Joan of Arc’s anger lasts for even a second, he will raise his **** and shout at the opponent :

Come here~

"So when you were forced to sin against yourself, you were acting in a panic in the hall?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Jan of Arc sneered: "Guess."

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

"I guess you took the opportunity to release the anger of Zhenbei King's killing, or the anger at that time has exceeded your tolerance limit, you can't control yourself."

Jan of Arc didn't answer, I don't know if he didn't bother to answer, or acquiesced.

He turned his head and glanced at the direction of Beijing, with a leisurely tone: "You are waiting for Luo Yuheng."

Xu Qi'an's face changed slightly.

When I saw this, the smile on Emperor Jeanne's face widened, a bit joking, a bit mocking, and said:

"Luo Yuheng is unwilling to double cultivation with me, and even dissatisfied with my cultivation, because my cultivation has weakened Dafeng’s national strength, and she lacks enough luck to overcome the calamity. If she can seize the opportunity to kill me and support the new monarch, she Maybe there is still a chance."

Xu Qi'an smiled stiffly.

I just listened to Emperor Joan of Arc with a sly smile and said: "I found her an interesting opponent."

..........

The suburbs of Beijing far away from Nanyuan.

Luo Yuheng frowned and looked at the dark shadow opposite. He stepped on the blooming black lotus, his body was flowing with 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 a few miles, the plants are withered, the animals have red eyes, and they lose their senses. They only know to mate or fight each other.

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

"Good niece!"

Hei Lian licked his lips and made a "chipping" sound, his tone was both evil and obscene, full of words:

"Come here, Master Uncle, Master Uncle will take you double repairs, let you taste the taste of being a woman, hehehe~"

Luo Yuheng's mouth twitched, and he cut out the rusty iron sword in his hand, angrily reprimanded: "Get out!"

The dazzling sword aura surpassed the scorching sun, and the mating animals and insects were killed instantly. This was only affected by the sword intent contained in this sword.

The blooming black lotus spewed out the pitch-black viscous liquid like a spring, they rushed to wrap the sword gas, and in the sneer, they quickly eroded the sword that Luo Yuheng was struggling to cut out.

"How many swords can you block?"

Luo Yuheng sneered, holding the sword spiraling into the sky, and while spinning, sharp sword aura shots.

The sword intent fills the world.

Chichichichi...The black lotus head was pierced by these rainstorm-like sword air, but his body seemed to be made of sludge from a stinking ditch. The pitch-black liquid was flowing, repairing the pierced wound. .

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

The liquid flowing outside Black Lotus Dao Chang's body seemed to dim a bit.

Under the human swordsmanship that the art of attack and killing is not weak, the swordsmanship of the martial arts is not weak.

Hei Lian Daochang took a deep breath, his abdomen bulged, and the "ball" slowly moved up, and when it reached his throat, it spouted fiercely.

The Daoist Black Lotus sprayed out a long black river and wrapped Luo Yuheng as if he was going to fall with her.

"My dear niece, Uncle Master has been greedying you for a long time, ahhahahaha..."

Black Lotus laughed nervously, both evil and crazy.

Shit!

The rusty iron sword broke through the turbid current, and the brilliance flashed, and the black lotus road passed through the heart.

Luo Yuheng's figure appeared out of thin air, holding the iron sword, shaking his hands, and shaking off a little dark liquid on the blade.

She can't be contaminated with the power of the other party, which symbolizes depravity, even if she contaminates a little, it will stir up the fire in her body.

But this sword is fine. This iron sword is a magic weapon of the town passed down by the ancestors of the ancestors.

Therefore, Luo Yuheng's swords were integrated into the iron sword, and the sword broke through the viscous liquid.

"Ah, it hurts so bad!!"

Dao Master Black Lotus clutched his heart and screamed.

He was irritated, and suddenly felt that his beautiful niece was not cute anymore, full of malice, and screamed:

"I want to kill you, I want to kill you...I want to catch you and go back to double repair, I want to catch you back to double repair... So annoying, so annoying, so annoying..."

In the neurotic roar, his body suddenly collapsed, turning into a black human face the size of a small building, composed of a pitch-black liquid that was as thick as syrup.

Human face opened his mouth wide and rushed towards Luo Yuheng to swallow her in one bite.

The national teacher turned the rust-covered iron sword and gently handed out a sword.

Boom!

The face exploded and the sky was raining dark.

Jianguang skimmed out a few miles away, cut off a mountain, flew away, disappearing from the end of sight.

Luo Yuheng stood holding a sword with a faint expression: "This is it?"

"The deity has decided, and the deity will kill you."

The figure of the black lotus head was reunited, and his breath dimmed a bit.

This annoying teacher-niece, let's kill it.

"Jinlian begged me for help and joined hands to deal with you. I don't want to help him. I just don't want to take risks. It's nothing to do. But this time, someone else begged me to do it.

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

Luo Yuheng gently bit his fingertips, touched the rusty iron sword, and whispered:

"Black Lotus, you can escape."

Confident and domineering.

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

Emperor Joan laughed wildly, Xu Qi'an's slightly discolored appearance, poke at his heart's refreshment, as a demon who expresses his emotions, he enjoys the feeling of being crushed by his IQ.

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

"The Wufu at the pinnacle of the third stage, it is really hard to kill, but it doesn't matter, you will soon taste the ultimate fear."

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

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

"You told me so much nonsense, are you waiting for Duke Huai."

This time, it was Joan's turn that his face changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

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

"Your mind doesn't look like a decoration yet, but what do you know, there is someone in Dafeng who can stop an immortal martial artist?"

Xu Qi placed a deaf ear, and his eyes fell on the body of Emperor Yuanjing in the distance. The person who controls the secret technique of the Three Purifications of One Qi Transformation, as long as one clone is not dead, and given enough time, two clones can be rebuilt.

Of course, the beheaded flesh body cannot be resurrected. The flesh body of Emperor Yuan Jing is already dead. But Duke Huai is different, Duke Huai is a third-rank martial artist.

After he entered the third rank, Xu Qi'an knew very well that as long as he had enough qi and blood,

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

Jan of Arc's face sank.

He looked at Xu Qi'an with cold eyes, his tone was stern:

"Do you know how Duke Huai was resurrected? This is my third purpose for killing Wei Yuan."

Come on, hurt each other.

Xu Qi'an smiled slowly, and squeezed three words from between his teeth: "You—find—die—"

The war broke out instantly.

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

A figure flying in the air, wearing heavy armor, with handsome facial features, somewhat similar to Emperor Yuan Jing, a pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes sullenly cold.

Zhenbei King.

He came from the direction of the imperial mausoleum. After the corpse was transported back to the capital from Chuzhou that day, because of the attitude of Emperor Yuan Jing to the case of King Huai's massacre, he annoyed hundreds of civil and military officials and rallied to fight.

The princes led a group of officials to surround the Meridian Gate, and there was a lot of scolding and a lot of trouble.

Under such a premise, no one paid attention to Duke Huai's corpse. After all, it didn't make much sense to compete with a corpse, and it was the most important thing to fight with the emperor.

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

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

The body of King Huai has been hidden in the imperial tomb, and he has just recovered recently.

Shoo!

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

The king of Zhenbei lightly slapped his hand, made a sharp sound, and the flying sword flew upside down.

He paused in the void and looked at a high altitude, where two flying swords were hanging, and each flying sword stepped on two people.

They are the swordsman in the blue shirt, the monk in the plain clothes, the young girl with the wheat-colored skin, and the beautiful woman in the Taoist robe.

"Who am I? It turns out to be you!"

Duke Huai sneered, and shook his head again and again: "You dare to stop me with a few chickens and dogs?"

He thought Xu Qi'an had any hole cards.

This is it?

Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and Lina, either turned their heads or turned to look at Master Hengyuan, who was deeply bitter and hated.

"Amitabha."

Hengyuan put his hands together and said in a deep voice: "The benefactor slaughtered 380,000 people in Chuzhou. The poor monk is very sad, but there was no chance to teach you to be a human..."

Chu Yuanzhen smiled and interrupted: "Master, don't beep, let's just do it. Our mission is not just to delay a quarter of an hour, but to kill his combat power as much as possible."

Hengyuan pondered and pondered: "reasonable!"

With the most wicked person, there is really no need to bother with your tongue. You should succumb to the anger of King Kong.

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

Next, he took a sheet of paper from his arms and shook his hands to ignite.

The core ability of the sacrifice-Grand Summoning!

In the void, a figure wearing a robes with a benevolent eyebrow descended, and after fusing with the relic, the unrealistic phantom instantly solidified.

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

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

But with Hengyuan as the main force, Li Miaozhen and others assisted, it was barely able to hold a martial artist who was at the top of the third rank.

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

The surface is contemptuous, but the heart is vigilant.

Master Hengyuan folded his hands together, chanting the scriptures with his head down, one by one, as if the actual golden Buddhist inscriptions floated out of his mouth, gathered into a golden "river", rushing towards the King of Zhenbei.

The king of Zhenbei staggered, his headache was like cracking, and he had a strong thought of suicide. He could no longer stand in the air, and fell sharply downward.

Seven-Rank Mage, the best at transcending!

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

If you are alive, you will have a strong desire to commit suicide and want to turn yourself into a dead soul. If you do not want to die, Buddhism will say: No, you want to die.

Lina was the first to leap down the flying sword. The little black skin of southern Xinjiang always takes the first place in the fight. She likes to close her hands and feet, and shoots towards the earth like a sharp arrow. When approaching the King of Zhenbei, she violently spread her limbs. Go around behind Zhenbei Wang.

At this time, Duke Huai was still suffering from a splitting headache, and the world was in a gloomy state. Lina hooked her legs around the waist of the third-rank martial artist, and embraced his two large arms with her hands. Pull his arms back.

As expected, she was a genius girl from the Li Gu Department, but she wrestled with Duke Huai for a few seconds.

Shoo!

Chu Yuanzhen drew out the ordinary iron sword around his waist and shot away.

Li Miaozhen raised his right hand and turned his palm to Zhenbei King.

Grala........ His armor, clothes, belt, shoes, etc., all betrayed, or tightened his waist, or tightened his neckline, which made Duke Huai's mobility inconvenient and helped in disguise Lina.

Chu Yuanzhen's iron sword arrived immediately and pierced the center of King Huai's eyebrows. There was no powerful aura, because this sword was a heart sword.

The heart cuts the soul.

Everyone in the Heaven and Earth Society made a tacit move, hitting a wave of control, and controlled this third-ranking martial artist for more than five seconds.

As the main force, Hengyuan will naturally not let go of this good opportunity, while chanting "No killing", while raising the big iron fist, the storm-like offensive fell on Zhenbei King.

The "commandments" of the Arhat status are sufficient to control King Huai for a long time.

Dangdangdang!

The fist slammed on the physique of the third-rank martial artist, smashed the air waves that could smash the martial artist in the copper-skinned iron-bones at will, and smashed Lina, who clamped the arm of Duke Huai, constantly bleeding.

The breath of Duke Huai was hard to stabilize.

Boom! The armor on Zhenbei King's body exploded, Lina flew like a paper kite, and Wufu's domineering arrogance drove away everything around him, including Master Hengyuan.

Lina's arms were twisted and bent, bones pierced and bloody, and she lost her combat power on the spot.

From the very beginning, the mission of the people in the Heaven and Earth Congregation was not to kill King Huai. This was not realistic.

First of all, Hengyuan invited the heroic soul of Luohan back then, and his strength is definitely not as good as the real body, and even if the real body of Luohan comes in person, it is difficult to kill a martial artist at the top of the third rank.

Secondly, this heroic soul can only last for a quarter of an hour. Want to kill the smelly and hard high-grade martial artist?

Finally, there is a difference between the third and fourth ranks. The difference in strength is too great, and the opponent can make countless mistakes, and one mistake by one's own side may be the destruction of the group.

Duke Huai is a cruel and cruel person. He is well versed in the truth of taking advantage of a person's illness to kill him. He is not merciful because the other party is a female stream. His fist accumulates energy, and he is about to punch the southern border barbarian girl.

Master Hengyuan folded his hands together: "You must not commit murder."

The King Huai fisted, and it was difficult to punch again.

Li Miaozhen took the opportunity, pointed his palm at Lina, and shook her far away.

She is not worried about Lina’s injury. The defenses of the masters of the Power Gu Department are not as perverted as Wufu, but they have very strong resilience. Normally, as long as they don’t die, they can recover. The repair time is based on the severity of the injury. It depends on the degree.

Lina was in the underground palace and was severely injured and fatally wounded by a feminine object. She slept all night and she was as good as ever.

There will be four missing and one, only three people are left.

Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen deserve to be the mainstays of the Tiandihui. One person controls hundreds of flying swords with the human mind, and the other throws out the soul-recruiting flags, soul-defying clocks and other magical instruments to trap King Huai in the formation.

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

During the fierce battle, hundreds of flying swords were exhausted, broken into pieces of iron, or melted into molten iron, and the magical instruments that Li Miaozhen brought from the sect were finally completely exhausted.

Duke Huai's breath has been significantly reduced, but for a Wufu in this realm, it doesn't matter if he can recover from the depletion within a quarter of an hour.

No way, it won't work like this... Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart.

The task of the four of them is to hold Duke Huai for a quarter of an hour and consume his fighting power. With the relics of the Arhats, it is not difficult to delay for a quarter of an hour, but it is difficult and difficult to damage King Huai.

If Duke Huai is allowed to support Joan at his peak, and the two become one, Xu Qi'an will undoubtedly lose.

The fusion of a third-rank pinnacle and a second-rank master will change qualitatively.

Duke Huai stared at the swordsman in the green shirt with cold eyes, sneered:

"Chu Yuanzhen, a good champion is not appropriate, what sword to practice? After so many years of practice, I have trained a bunch of embroidered needles that are not painful and itchy. I have gone through two dynasties and overlooked the court and nearly a Jiazi, just like you I have seen too many people who think they are bookish.

"Book business is the most useless thing. Resigning to practice swords seems chic, but it is stupid. What have you practiced these years? What can you do if you are dissatisfied with my cultivation? Qingfeng, can you hurt me a bit?"

This person was talented, high school champion, and the spring breeze was proud of horseshoe problems. Unfortunately, because of a trivial matter, he resented him as the king of a country, so he resigned to practice swordsmanship.

Now everyone is gone.

It's extremely ridiculous.

While Duke Huai spoke, he stared at him with cold eyes, his eyes faint, choosing people to eat.

How does it feel to be locked in by a third-tier master one-on-one?

Chu Yuanzhen felt it.

He stood there blankly, his shoulders seemed to be carrying two mountains, his hair was erect, his hands and feet trembling slightly.

Duke Huai's "chicks", fourth-rank and third-rank are like the difference between the immortal and ordinary, he didn't put this champion who abandoned the book and practiced sword in his eyes.

"Amitabha!"

Master Hengyuan stepped forward, and the Buddhist lion roared: "Kill the thief!"

Kill the thief fruit position!

The Luohan who melted into his body emerged, acting as a vajra glaring image, and the bright brilliance formed a mysterious pattern on the surface of the image.

Until the strong breath fills the world.

Faxiang's eyes shot golden light suddenly, covering Duke Huai in them.

Duke Huai, who had already foreseen the crisis, couldn't avoid it, as if he had been hit by a hold curse. The next moment, his eyes shot out, and two **** black holes appeared on his face.

His nostrils, mouth, and ears are bleeding out at the same time.

The seven orifices are bleeding.

Duke Huai seemed to be knocked on his forehead with a stick, and he leaned back abruptly, staggering and retreating.

After this blow, the relic fell back into his body, and Hengyuan's whole body's energy fell rapidly. It was obvious that his remaining energy was exhausted, and there was no more fighting power.

Duke Huai let out a roar of unbearable pain. This blow caused him great trauma. He covered his face and bent his spine.

Li Miaozhen lowered the flying sword and dived towards Hengyuan, trying to take him away.

But without the restraint of Arhat Relic, she knew how terrible the third-rank martial artist was, and she couldn't move.

Duke Huai’s five-fingered grip makes it difficult for Li Miaozhen to move. If she wants to use the five-finger grip, this Heavenly Sect Saint will be crushed to pieces.

Chu Yuanzhen widened his eyes and watched this scene. The Qingfeng sword on his back, which had never been unsheathed since traveling the rivers and lakes, suddenly trembled.

Duke Huai was about to "snatch" Li Miaozhen, as if he was aware of it, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

The trembling of Qingfengjian is already extremely violent.

"Oh? You Chu Yuanzhen still think of a sword?"

Duke Huai smiled and asked: "Ant, do you dare to shoot a sword against me?"

Four products, how different from ants.

Chu Yuanzhen's hands and feet trembled, his pupils were dilated, and the past was like a smoke, and today one after another surged in his heart.

Chu Yuanzhen has been an orphan since he was a child and was adopted by a childless couple. After the couple passed away, he worshipped a great scholar.

His ideals and knowledge all came from the great scholar who crashed and died in the Jinluang Temple. The teacher was first-rate, but unfortunately he would not be an official. His stinky temper made him difficult in the court.

Usually taught Chu Yuanzheng, the most he said was "Don't learn from me".

In the 27th year of Yuanjing, in the imperial examination, the champion of Chu Yuanzhen High School, the mentor of the industry wept with joy, patted his shoulder, and said the first sentence, "Don't follow me."

Previous champions are all promising generations. Just need to be a little slick, remember to be with the light, still afraid that it will be difficult to display your ambition in the future?

Chu Yuanzhen has learned lessons from his teacher, and he is not pedantic, and his heart is fiery.

In the same year, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, and the people had no harvest. The court's disaster relief was unfavorable, resulting in starvation everywhere.

It was this time that Emperor Yuanjing opened the furnace to make alchemy, and he used one big alchemy in a season, costing two hundred and tens of thousands of silver.

The scholar who was ridiculed by his colleagues as being incapable of transcending the past, denounced Emperor Yuan Jing in the Temple of Jin Luan with words like a knife, and then hit the pillar with his head and was dying.

The emperor's words: Aiqing relies on justice and death, happy.

No one dares to save.

Before dying, the mentor of the industry grabbed Chu Yuanzhen’s hand, and the last last words were still the sentence: Don’t learn from me...

But Chu Yuanzhen still left, and left the court, and from then on, the blue shirt walked the rivers and lakes with swords.

Because it's hard to settle.

After all, it's hard to settle!

Chu Yuanzhen said loudly: "Out of the sheath!"

With a sound of "chiang", the three-foot green mountain behind it rose into the sky.

This sword finally came out of its sheath.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?

Boom!

The ground swelled, and mud, yellow sand, and gravel all rose into the sky, following the Qingfeng Sword into the air.

In just an instant, a hundred-meter-long earth dragon appeared behind Chu Yuanzhen, which rushed straight into the sky, and the dragon's head was the Qingfeng Sword.

When you start the sword, you are already so bold.

"Go!"

Chu Yuanzhen pointed it like a sword and stab at King Huai.

The huge, soaring earth dragon suddenly bowed its head, fell back to the master's side, walked three times, and then whizzed out following Chu Yuanzhen's sword fingers.

Duke Huai was aware of the power of this sword. When Chu Yuanzhen handed out his sword, he quickly retreated, his body suddenly changing from left to right, as fast as a ghost.

At this time, this unconventional swordsman who walks the path of the human race based on a martial artist, he, and the secret of his own self-cultivation, showed an extremely unreasonable side.

The Qingfeng Sword escaped from the "dragon body", flashed away, flashed again and again. In the distance, Duke Huai, who was trying his best to avoid, stopped and stared at the big hole in his chest.

One sword penetrates the heart.

Ten years of book business enthusiasm, now I'm exhausted.

The Zhenbei King screamed bitterly, his face twisted, as if he was suffering extreme and terrible pain.

It's hard to imagine that a third-rank martial artist would scream out of pain.

The big hole in the chest couldn't heal for a long time.

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

He came back out of the arena with full confidence, tried to kill the Quartet and slashed his enemies, but he was hit by several Tier 4 ants.

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

Zhenbei Wang endured the pain and turned his head to look towards the horizon, only a few figures with black spots left.

The ants ran away excitedly.

Although these injuries can be recovered in at most half an hour~IndoMTL.com~ but he can't wait that long.

He has to rush to support "self".

...........

Star Gazing Building.

Jian Zheng smiled and said: "Why don't you make a bet on how long it will take Xu Qi'an to kill Joan."

Saron Agu's face was gloomy: "Are you really so confident in him?"

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

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