Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Each Fighting for His Own



Saren Agu smiled and said:

"Before your master left with Emperor Gaozu of Dafeng, he often played chess with me. We used the world as chess pieces and all living beings as pieces. Sometimes, a game of chess would take more than ten years to produce a result."

He gently whipped the sheep-driving whip, and the formation on the surface of the Bagua platform shattered.

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

The supervisor took a sip of wine, and as soon as the word fell, Saren Agu's body twisted like a brain wave, and it took a long time to return to its original state.

The distant Jingshan City, this city under reconstruction, suddenly shook like an earthquake,

the newly built hall collapsed, and the ground cracked into a large crack dozens of feet deep.

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

Saren Agu shook the sheep-driving whip, rolled up a chess piece, and dropped it on the chessboard.

Above the Observatory, in the densely packed clouds, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly struck, but it did not fall on the Supervisor. It disappeared halfway, as if it had struck into another dimension.

"I've been in trouble in Dafeng's territory for a long time. I was careless..."

The Supervisor nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and didn't rush to make another move. He smiled and said:

"But his steady style of playing chess is very similar to that of the teacher. It turns out that he learned it from you. I just don't know if that impulsive pedantry was also inherited from you... Confucian Saint!"

As the piece called "Confucian Saint" fell, streams of bright red blood oozed out of the wizard robe on Saren Agu's body and disappeared in an instant.

In the distant Kangguo, a huge tsunami was set off.

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

"In my opinion, even if he was impulsive, even if he betrayed the Wushen Cult, it was better than you, the evildoer who killed his master. During his time in charge of Dafeng, he never fought with the Wushen Cult...Wu Shen!"

The sheep whip rolled up a chess piece and dropped it on the chessboard with a clatter.

The Supervisor did not change at all, but instead poured out the wine in the cup, dispersing the dark clouds above his head.

In Dafeng, as long as Dafeng does not perish, he is an invincible existence under the super- class.

The Supervisor narrowed his eyes and said: "Wuzong's rebellion was the general trend. Five hundred years ago, that lineage favored treacherous ministers and was greedy for pleasure, which led to rampant corrupt officials and people's misery. The teacher believes that giving Dafeng time will always be able to sweep away the chronic illness and restore the clean government.

"But I think that there is no construction without destruction. Dafeng needs to experience a rebirth from the ashes, and later I won. The five hundred years of peace and prosperity are the best way for me to repay him for his teachings. "

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

The Supervisor said: "No destruction, no construction."

After five hundred years, I am still the Supervisor before, without any change.

"Salun Agu?"

Xu Qian'an suddenly realized and said the name of the great wizard of the Wushen Cult.

Only the first rank can deal with the first rank.

The Wushen Cult plotted the dragon vein of Dafeng, wanted to incorporate the Central Plains into the territory, and turned Dafeng into a vassal state of the Wushen Cult.

Then, how could Salun Agu be absent from today's "grand event".

No wonder Emperor Zhendde was so confident.

"Not stupid!"

Emperor Zhen's mouth cracked, his expression was proud and arrogant.

Does he seem to have difficulty controlling his emotions? No, it's not that it's difficult to control, but he has never thought about controlling it. A Taoist master who has been possessed by a demon must have a flamboyant personality. It would be strange if he was calm and introverted... Xu Qi'an's mind was turning, thinking that maybe he could use the fact that Emperor Zhen's demon was possessed?

"Hey, it was really refreshing when I killed the King of Zhenbei that day. Oh, I forgot that it was you. You are just a defeated general of mine. In Chuzhou, I could beat you to beg for mercy, and today I will definitely beat your dog head off."

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

Sure enough, Emperor Zhen's face twitched slightly, and his eyes spewed out anger that seemed to be real, but the next moment, he restrained his emotions and said lightly:

"You can anger me with just a few words with just a few tricks?"

Son of a bitch, I will tear you into pieces sooner or later...... The little soul in Emperor Zhende's body roared.

It doesn't work. It seems that being possessed by a demon does not mean that the IQ is low......Xu Qiyan was a little disappointed. If Emperor Zhende's anger just now lasted even for a second, he would raise his middle finger and shout at the other party:

Come here~

"So when you were forced to issue a confession of guilt, you were also acting when you were furious in the hall?" Xu Qiyan asked.

Emperor Zhende sneered: "Guess."

Xu Qiyan glanced at the direction of the capital without leaving a trace, and said without any expression:

"I guess you took the opportunity to release your anger for the murder of King Zhenbei, or the anger at that time exceeded your limit and you couldn't control yourself."

Emperor Zhende did not answer, and it was unknown whether he was disdainful to answer or

acquiesced.

He turned his head to look at the direction of the capital, and said leisurely: "You are waiting

for Luo Yuheng."

Xu Qian'an's face changed slightly.

Seeing this, the Emperor Zhende's smile widened, with a bit of teasing and mockery, and said:

"Luo Yuheng is unwilling to practice with me, and is even dissatisfied with my practice, because my practice has weakened the national strength of Dafeng, and she lacks enough luck to survive. If she can seize the opportunity to kill me and support a new king, she may still

have a chance."

Xu Qian'an's smile was stiff.

I only heard the Emperor Zhende smile strangely, saying: "I found her an interesting

opponent."

Far away from Nanyuan, the suburbs of Beijing.

Luo Yuheng frowned and looked at the black shadow opposite. He stepped on the blooming black lotus, with black pus flowing on his body and deep malice in his eyes.

The place where the black lotus is located is the center, and within a radius of several miles, plants withered, animals with red eyes, lost their minds, and only knew how to mate or fight

each other.

In the subtle places, even insects are fighting each other.

"Good niece! "

The black lotus licked his lips, making a "slurp" sound, with an evil and obscene tone, full of

words:

"Come to uncle's place, uncle will teach you to practice dual cultivation, let you taste the

taste of being a woman, hehehe~"

Luo Yuheng's mouth twitched, and he chopped out the rusty iron sword in his hand, shouting:

"Get out!"

The dazzling sword energy was stronger than the scorching sun, and the mating animals and insects were killed instantly, which was just affected by the sword intent contained in thisNôv(el)B\\jnn

sword.

The blooming black lotus gushed out a dark and viscous liquid like a spring, and they rushed to wrap the sword energy, and with a hissing sound, they soon eroded the sword that Luo

Yuheng chopped out with all his strength.

"How many swords can you block?"

Luo Yuheng sneered, holding the sword and spiraling up into the sky. During the rotation,

sharp sword energy shot out.

Sword spirit filled the sky and the earth.

Swish, swish, swish... The Black Lotus Taoist was pierced by these torrential sword energy,

but his body seemed to be made of mud in a stinking ditch, and the black liquid flowed, repairing the pierced wounds.

On the contrary, the surrounding ground exploded with sword pits one after another, as if it had just been baptized by artillery shells.

The liquid flowing outside the Black Lotus Taoist seemed to be a little dim.

Under the swordsmanship of the Human Sect, whose attack and killing skills were not inferior

to those of martial artists, he was probably injured.

The Black Lotus Taoist took a deep breath, his abdomen bulged, and the "ball" slowly moved

up. When it reached the throat, it suddenly spurted out.

The Black Lotus Taoist spurted out a long black river, which wrapped Luo Yuheng, as if He

almost wanted to take her down with him.

"My dear niece, Master has been coveting your body for a long time, ah ha ha ha..."

The Black Lotus Taoist laughed wildly like a neurotic, evil and crazy.

Swish!

The rusty iron sword broke through the turbid flow, and with a flash of light, it pierced

through the heart of the Black Lotus Taoist.

Luo Yuheng's figure appeared out of thin air, holding the iron sword, shaking his hands, and

shaking off a little black liquid on the blade.

She couldn't be contaminated by the other party's power that symbolized depravity, even if it

was only a little bit, it would arouse the karmic fire in her body.

But this sword could, this iron sword was the sect's magic weapon passed down by the

ancestors of the human sect, and it condensed the sword intent of the ancestors of the past

generations.

Therefore, just now Luo Yuheng merged with the sword, merged into the iron sword, and used the sword to break the sticky liquid.

"Ah, it hurts so much!! "

The Taoist priest Hei Lian covered his heart and screamed.

He was enraged, and suddenly felt that his beautiful niece was not lovely. He screamed with

malice:

"I will kill you, I will kill you... I will take you back to practice dual cultivation, I will take you back to practice dual cultivation... Should I kill you or practice dual cultivation? So annoying, so annoying, so annoying..."

In a neurotic roar, his body suddenly collapsed and turned into a black human face as big as a small building, composed of a black liquid as thick as syrup.

The human face opened its mouth and pounced on Luo Yuheng, trying to swallow her in one

gulp.

The national teacher turned over the rusty iron sword and gently handed it out.

Bang!

The human face exploded, and dark turbid rain fell from the sky.

The sword light swept several miles away, cut off a mountaintop, flew away, and disappeared

at the end of the sight.

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

"I have decided. I will kill you."

The figures of the Black Lotus Taoist Leader reunited, and their aura dimmed a little.

This annoying niece should be killed.

"Jin Lian asked me for help to fight you together. I didn't want to help him. I just didn't want

to take risks. It's none of my business. However, this time, someone else asked me to help.

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

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

"Black Lotus, you can escape."

Confident and domineering.

Emperor Zhende laughed wildly, and Xu Qian'an's slightly changed color directly hit 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 is.

"It's really hard to kill a martial artist at the peak of the third rank, but it doesn't matter. You

will soon experience the ultimate fear."

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

But what he waited for was Xu Qi'an's sneer:

"You are talking so much nonsense to me, are you waiting for the King of Huai?"

This time, it was Emperor Zhende's turn to change his face slightly and narrow his eyes.

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

"Your brain doesn't look like a decoration, but what do you know? Is there anyone in Dafeng

who can stop an immortal martial artist?"

Xu Qi'an turned a deaf ear and his eyes fell on the corpse of Emperor Yuan Jing in the distance.

As long as one of the clones of the person who controls the secret technique of Yi Qi Hua San Qing survives and is given enough time, he can create two clones again.

Of course, the body that has been cut off cannot be resurrected. The body of Emperor Yuan Jing is already dead. But the King of Huai is different. He is a third-rank warrior. After he entered the third rank, Xu Qiyan knew very well that as long as he could transfer

enough blood and qi,

"I can't find a third-rank warrior, but who said that the one who stopped the third-rank must

be a third-rank warrior?" Xu Qiyan asked with a smile.

The face of Emperor Zhende sank.

He looked at Xu Qiyan coldly, and his tone was grim:

"Do you know how the King of Huai was resurrected? This is my third purpose of killing Wei

Yuan."

Come on, let's hurt each other.

Xu Qiyan's smile slowly faded, and he squeezed out three words from his teeth: "You - are

looking for death -"

The war broke out instantly.

A figure flew in the air, wearing heavy armor, with handsome features, somewhat similar to

Emperor Yuan Jing, and a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes looked down coldly. King Zhenbei.

He came from the direction of the imperial mausoleum. On that day, after the body was transported back to the capital from Chuzhou, the attitude of Emperor Yuan Jing to cover up the massacre of Prince Huai angered the civil and military officials, and they rose up to

protest. The officials led the ministers to block the Meridian Gate, cursing and making a lot of noise. Under such circumstances, no one paid attention to the body of Prince Huai. After all, it was meaningless to compete with a corpse. The most important thing was to fight with the

emperor.

Including Xu Qian'an and Zheng Xinghuai, they only paid attention to the situation in the court at that time and ignored the body of Prince Huai. Little did they know that this was what Emperor Zhende did deliberately.

The body of Prince Huai had been hidden in the imperial mausoleum, and he had just revived

recently.

Whoosh!

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

The Prince Zhenbei waved his hand lightly, and with a sharp sound, the flying sword flew

backwards.

He paused in the air and looked up at a certain place in the sky, where two flying swords were hanging, each of which stepped on two people.

They were a swordsman in a green shirt, a monk in a simple monk's robe, a young girl with wheat-colored skin, and a beautiful woman in a Taoist robe. "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be you!"

The King of Huai sneered and shook his head repeatedly: "Just a few of you chickens and

pottery dogs dare to block my way?"

He thought Xu Qian'an had some trump card.

That's it?

Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and Lina turned their heads or turned their heads to look at the

bitter and vengeful Master Hengyuan.

"Amitabha."

Hengyuan put his hands together and said in a deep voice: "Donor, you slaughtered 380,000

people in Chuzhou. I am very sad. But I didn't have the chance to teach you how to be a good person..."

Chu Yuanzhen interrupted with a smile: "Master, stop talking and do it directly. Our task is

not just to delay for a quarter of an hour, but also to try to wear down his fighting power." Hengyuan pondered: "That makes sense!"

There is really no need to waste words with people who are extremely evil. You should make

them surrender with a fierce look.

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

Then, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and shook his hand to ignite it.

The core ability of Zhuji - Great Summoning!

In the dark void, a figure wearing a cassock and kind eyes descended. After merging with the

relic, this unreal phantom instantly solidified.

This is an arhat, a second-grade Buddhist, an arhat!

Of course, the summoned heroic spirit, even with the bonus of relics, can never be equal to a

real arhat.

But with Hengyuan as the main force, Li Miaozhen and others assisting, they can barely hold back a third-grade peak warrior.

Seeing this, King Huai raised his eyebrows: "It won't take a quarter of an hour to deal with you."

On the surface, he was contemptuous, but on the inside, he was alert. Master Hengyuan put his hands together, bowed his head and recited scriptures. One by one,

golden Buddhist texts that seemed to be real floated out of his mouth, gathered into a golden

"river", and rushed towards the King of Zhenbei.

The King of Zhenbei staggered, his head was splitting, and he had a strong desire to commit

suicide. He could no longer float in the air and fell rapidly downwards.

The seventh-grade master is best at transcendence!

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

If it is a living person, he will have a strong desire to commit suicide and want to turn himself

into a dead soul. If you don't want to die, the Buddhist sect will say: No, you want to die. The first to jump off the flying sword was Lina. The little black-skinned girl from Southern Xinjiang always rushed to the front in a fight. She closed her hands and feet and shot towards the earth like a sharp arrow. When she approached the King of Zhenbei, she suddenly spread

her limbs and went around behind the King of Zhenbei. At this time, the King of Huai was still in a state of splitting headache and the world was dark.

Lina hooked her legs around the tiger waist of the third-grade warrior, hugged his two big arms with both hands, and pulled his arms back with force with a delicate shout. As expected of a genius girl from the Li Gu Department, she wrestled with the King of Huai

and stalemated for several seconds.

Whoosh!

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

Li Miaozhen raised his right hand with his palm facing the King of Zhenbei.

Grala... His armor, inner clothes, belt, shoes, etc., all betrayed, tightened his waist or

tightened his collar, making it inconvenient for the King of Huai to move, and helped Lina in

disguise.

Chu Yuanzhen's iron sword arrived immediately and stabbed the Prince of Huai's forehead.

There was no powerful aura bursting out, because this sword was a heart sword. Heart cuts the soul.

The Tiandihui people acted in unison and controlled the peak third-grade warrior for more

than five seconds.

As the main force, Hengyuan would naturally not miss this good opportunity. While chanting

"No killing", he raised his fist as big as an iron pot and launched a storm-like attack on the

Prince of Zhenbei.

The "discipline" of the Arhat fruit position was enough to control the Prince of Huai for a

long time.

Dangdangdang!

The fist hit the third-grade warrior's body, creating a wave of air that could easily kill

warriors below the Copper Skin and Iron Bone Realm, and Lina, who was clamping the Prince

of Huai's arm, was bleeding continuously. The Prince of Huai's breath was difficult to stabilize.

Boom! The armor on the King of Zhenbei exploded, and Lina flew like a kite with a broken

string. The domineering arrogance of the warrior crushed everything around him, including

Hengyuan.

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

From the beginning, the mission of the Tiandihui was not to snipe the King of Huai, which

was not realistic.

First of all, Hengyuan invited the heroic spirit of the Arhat back then, and his strength was

definitely not as good as his real body. Even if the Arhat's real body came in person, it would

be difficult to kill a peak third-grade warrior.

Secondly, this heroic spirit can only last for a quarter of an hour. Want to kill a stubborn and

high-grade warrior in a quarter of an hour?

Finally, the difference between the third and fourth grades is like heaven and earth. The gap in

strength is too big. The opponent can make countless mistakes, but if you make a mistake

once, you may be wiped out.

The King of Huai was a ruthless person who knew the principle of taking advantage of someone's weakness to kill him. He did not show mercy just because the other party was a woman. He was about to kill the southern Xinjiang barbarian woman with a punch.

Master Hengyuan put his hands together: "Don't break the precept of killing."

The King of Huai paused and could not punch again.

Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity, aimed her palm at Lina, and threw her far away with a

strong swing.

She was not worried about Lina's injury. The defense of the masters of the Li Gu Department

was not as abnormal as that of the martial artists, but they had extremely strong recovery ability. Normally, as long as they were not dead, the injuries could be recovered, and the recovery time depended on the severity of the injury.

Lina was severely injured by the Yin object in the underground palace, and was fatally injured.

After sleeping for a night, she was as good as before. The Tiandihui was missing one of the four, and only three people were left.

Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen are indeed the backbone of the Tiandihui. One of them controls hundreds of flying swords with the human sect's mental method, and the other throws out magic tools such as soul-calling banners and soul-capturing bells to trap the King

of Huai in the formation.

With Hengyuan as the main force, the two sides fought in full swing. In the fierce battle, hundreds of flying swords were exhausted, either broken into iron blocks

or melted into molten iron, and the magic tools that Li Miaozhen brought from the sect were

finally completely exhausted. The breath of the King of Huai has been significantly reduced, but for a warrior at this level,

the loss can be restored by breathing for half a quarter of an hour, which is not a big deal.

No, this won't work... Chu Yuanzhen murmured in his heart. The task of the four of them is to delay the King of Huai for a quarter of an hour and wear

down his fighting power. With the Arhat Relics, it is not difficult to delay for a quarter of an

hour, but it is difficult to severely injure the King of Huai.

If the King of Huai is allowed to support Jeanne at his peak state, the two will be combined,

and Xu Qian'an will definitely lose.

The fusion of a third-rank peak and a second-rank master will lead to a qualitative change.

The King of Huai stared at the blue-shirted swordsman with cold eyes and sneered: "Chu Yuanzhen, why do you practice swordsmanship when you are a good champion? After practicing for so many years, you have only practiced a bunch of insignificant embroidery needles. I have experienced two dynasties and have been overlooking the court for nearly sixty years. I have seen too many people like you who think they are full of scholarly spirit. "Scholarly spirit is the most useless thing. Resigning from office to practice swordsmanship seems to be cool, but it is actually stupid. What have you practiced in these years? What can

you do if you are dissatisfied with my cultivation? Can the three-foot green peak in your hand

hurt me in the slightest?"

This man was talented and won the first place in the imperial examination. He was very proud

and successful. Unfortunately, because of a small matter, he resented the king and quit his

post to practice sword.

Now he is just like everyone else.

It is ridiculous.

While talking, the King of Huai stared at him with a cold gaze, his eyes were dim and he would

bite anyone he wanted.

What does it feel like to be locked in by a third-grade master in a one-on-one battle?

Chu Yuanzhen experienced it.

He stood there in a daze, his shoulders seemed to be carrying two mountains, his hair stood

on end, and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

The King of Huai snorted. The fourth grade and the third grade were like the difference

between immortals and mortals. He did not take this champion who gave up his books to

practice sword seriously at all.

"Amitabha!"

Master Hengyuan stepped forward and roared like a lion in Buddhism: "Kill the thief!"

Kill the enemy!

The Arhat that merged into his body emerged, and in the air, he became a fierce and angry

Vajra Dharma image, and the dazzling light formed a mysterious pattern on the surface of the

Dharma

image.

The most powerful and fierce breath filled the world.

The Dharma image's eyes suddenly shot out golden light, covering the King Huai.

The King Huai, who had clearly sensed the crisis, could not dodge it. It was as if he was hit by a

spell. The next moment, his eyeballs ejected and two bloody black holes appeared on his face.

Bleeding from his nostrils, mouth, and ears at the same time.

Bleeding from all seven orifices.

The King Huai was like being hit on the forehead by a stick. The whole person leaned back and

staggered back.

After this blow, the relic fell back into the body, and Hengyuan's spirit and energy quickly

declined. It was obvious that his remaining strength was exhausted and he had no more The

power of a battle.

The King of Huai roared in unbearable pain. The blow caused great trauma to him. He covered his face and bent his spine.

Li Miaozhen lowered the flying sword and swooped towards Hengyuan, trying to take him

away.

But without the restraint of the Arhat Relics, she realized how terrible the third-grade warrior

was, and she couldn't move.

The King of Huai clenched his five fingers, making it difficult for Li Miaozhen to move. If he

clenched his five fingers firmly, the Saint of Tianzong would be shattered to pieces.

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

The King of Huai was about to "grip to kill" Li Miaozhen, but he seemed to have realized

something and turned his head suddenly and looked behind him.

The Qingfeng sword was shaking violently.

"Oh? You Chu Yuanzhen still want to draw your sword?"

The King of Huai asked with a sneer: "Ant, dare you draw your sword against me?"

Fourth rank, what's the difference between him and an ant.

Chu Yuanzhen's hands and feet were still trembling, his pupils were dilated, the past was like

smoke, and today it all came to his mind.

Chu Yuanzhen was an orphan since he was young, and was adopted by a childless couple. After

the couple died, he studied under a great scholar.

His ideals and knowledge all came from the great scholar who died by hitting the pillar in the Golden Palace. The teacher was first-rate, but unfortunately he couldn't be an official, and his

stubborn temper made it difficult for him to make a living in the court. When teaching Chu Yuanzhen, the most common sentence he said was "Don't learn from

me".

In the 27th year of Yuanjing, Chu Yuanzhen won the imperial examination. His teacher cried

with joy, patted his shoulder, and the first sentence he said was still "Don't learn from me".

All the previous champions were promising people. Just need to be a little slick, remember to

be humble, and don't be afraid of the future Is it difficult to realize your ambition? Chu Yuanzhen had learned from his teacher's experience, and he was not pedantic either. His heart was full of enthusiasm.

In the same year, Yongzhou suffered from a severe drought, and the people had no harvest.

The court was not good at disaster relief, and there were starving people everywhere.

It was at this time that Emperor Yuan Jing started to refine elixirs, making one large elixir per season, which cost hundreds of thousands of silver.

The scholar who was ridiculed by his colleagues as being conservative denounced Emperor

Yuan Jing in the Golden Palace, and every word was as sharp as a knife. Then he hit his head

against the pillar and died.

The emperor said: My dear minister, you died for justice, how happy it is. No one dared to save him.

Before he died, his teacher held Chu Yuanzhen's hand tightly, and his last words were still:

Don't learn from me......

But Chu Yuanzhen still left, left the court, and from then on, he went around the world with a

sword in a green shirt.

Because he was unhappy.

After all, he was unhappy!

Chu Yuanzhen shouted: "Draw the sheath!"

With a "clang" sound, the three-foot green peak behind him soared into the sky.

The sword was finally unsheathed.

Today I will show it to you, who has any grievances?

Boom!

The ground bulged, and clods of earth, yellow sand, and gravel all soared into the sky,

following the Qingfeng Sword.

In just a moment, a hundred-foot-long earth dragon appeared behind Chu Yuanzhen, rushing

straight into the sky, and the dragon head was the Qingfeng Sword.

When he raised the sword, he was already so bold.

"Go!"

Chu Yuanzhen pointed his finger like a sword and stabbed the King of Huai.

The earth dragon, which was soaring up with great momentum, suddenly lowered its head

and fell back to the side of its master, wandering three times, and then whistled out with Chu

Yuanzhen's sword finger.

The King of Huai had already realized the power of this sword. When Chu Yuanzhen pointed

his sword finger, he retreated quickly, his body moving left and right, as fast as a ghost. At this time, this unusual swordsman who took the path of a human sect with a martial artist

as his foundation, he, and his self-created secret of nourishing his mind, showed an

extremely unreasonable side.

The Qingfeng Sword left the "dragon body", flashed away, and flashed again. In the distance,

the King of Huai, who was trying his best to avoid it, stopped and stared blankly at the big

hole in his chest.

A sword pierced his heart.

Ten years of scholar's spirit, I will spit it all out today.

The King of Zhenbei screamed miserably, his face twisted, as if he was enduring extreme,

terrible

pain.

It is hard to imagine that a third-grade warrior would scream out because of pain.

The big hole in his chest could not heal for a long time.

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

He returned to the arena with confidence, trying to kill all the enemies, but he was beaten by a

few fourth-grade ants and his strength fell.

And those ants......

The King of Zhenbei endured the pain and turned his head to look at the horizon, where there

were only a few black spots left.

The ants ran away excitedly.

Although these injuries can be recovered in half an hour at most, he can't wait that long.

He has to rush to support "himself".