(Please give me a monthly recommendation. I had insomnia last night and stayed awake all night long. I wanted to publish a two-in-one chapter, but I only managed to write one chapter in 5 hours. I felt dizzy.)
puff!
There was a splash of blood, and the demon king's son from the Black Turtle Clan of the North Sea, Ice Suffer, barely even let out a scream, was blown into powder in the air.
"Asshole!"
The young man with golden feathers yelled angrily, his blond hair almost burning. He is the eldest grandson of the Demon Emperor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan. He is also an existence in the upper reaches of the fossil level, and yet he was actually killed by someone from his own clan under his nose. The young master was beaten to a pulp, which was a slap in the face.
There is a roc roaring through the sky. This is the "Golden Roc Fist". It is displayed in the hands of the eldest grandson of the demon emperor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan. Compared with Na Luokong, it is infinitely more powerful.
Almost at the moment when the ice wound was beaten into powder, this fist, which was faster than lightning, arrived behind the blooming figure.
call!
In an instant, the figure didn't even look at it, but looked back and punched him.
Boom!
It was as if the heavenly war drums were beating. After a punch, the figure that was like a condensed light flashed and appeared in front of the altar. Under the horrified eyes of a group of royal children, the golden feather armor was obviously a stronger monster fossil class. The young master staggered backwards, plowing the ground with both feet, and retreated more than ten feet before he stood still. One fist was dripping with blood, and the pale golden phalanges were exposed.
"It's you!"
Soon, some of the royal family members exclaimed. When they saw the figure of the person in front of them clearly, they looked in disbelief. It turned out to be this person.
In front of the altar.
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Liu Qingchan's mouth. Looking at the back of the young man in front of him, he had not seen him for a few days and seemed to be a little wider.
Little fairy Su Qinian!
Several Royal Academy disciples also thought to themselves that it was obvious that this little god's skill had deepened and he killed the Black Turtle Clan's Ice Injury in the North Sea in front of an obviously stronger young expert from the Demon Clan's Fossil Level. Then he punched him back, and the force displayed in his movements was beyond imagination.
Perhaps today, it is not that there is no hope of survival.
This idea lasts a lifetime. There are soon signs of extinguishment, because there are still seven young masters of the demon clan who have not taken action, and there is even a forbidden figure among them.
Taboo characters, which are comparable to the top ten on the Dragon and Tiger List, are called taboos. Jie Kebi is no longer an ordinary young man. Even the little monk Mingjue and the female supreme Xu Ruoyi understand that those in the top ten of the Dragon and Tiger List have rarely participated in such so-called experiences of seeking opportunities and fortune. They have their own Lu is a person who truly implements his own way, and is not limited to creating and performing a second-rate martial arts.
"who are you!"
The demon youth with golden feathers spoke in a cold tone and stared at Su Qinian in front of the altar. Since his debut, he has only been in the hands of a few taboo figures. He has never suffered such a big loss.
"Taoyuan, Wudang Qingyang, Su Qinian."
Taoist temple? It’s the Taoist temple again!
The eldest grandson of the demon emperor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan had a serious face. Including the Shaolin disciple just now, the young master of the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace, they are all disciples of the Taoist Academy. Is that place in decline resurrected?
"The successor of the Life-breaking Knife turns out to be you."
It's not like no one knew about the changes in Chang'an City of the Han Dynasty in recent months, and someone recognized Su Qinian. Among the remaining seven figures, a young man with a sword came out and stood next to the demon youth of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.
"Luo Sheng, the successor of the Life-breaking Knife. How about giving it to me?"
The young man holding the sword spoke, and finally the royal family disciples in front of the altar recognized the identity of the young man from the demon clan with golden feathers. He was the eldest grandson of the contemporary demon emperor of the Kun Divine Kingdom in the North Sea and the golden-winged Dapeng clan. He was also the younger generation of the demon clan. One of the few masters in the fossil level.
Even though he already had such an identity, at this moment after the young man with the knife spoke. Luo Sheng looked at his broken fist, then took half a step back without saying a word.
Um?
In addition to Su Qinian and Liu Qingchan, even the little monk Mingjue and Xu Ruoyi had their pupils contracted, which could make the demon emperor's eldest grandson give up revenge, which is enough to show that the young man who walked out with the knife in his hand at this moment, More powerful than that.
The demon clan respects the strong and will never show more awe just because the opponent's bloodline is stronger. Strong force can win everything.
Therefore, Ruxu Ruoyi, a girl as cold as ice, also deeply understood that this trip would probably be difficult to do well.
Although the young master in front of him is strong, even if he has the opportunity to improve his skills in the past few days, he can defeat one or two people, but it is impossible to defeat the remaining seven masters in a row, let alone a forbidden figure among them.
"The eight-armed mantis tribe, Lang Lin!"
The young man holding the sword spoke straight away. This was a demon youth with a sharp sword aura all over his body. His eyebrows were like knives, his eyes were like knives, and his hair was like daggers. In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that the person standing there was not a demon youth, but a demon youth. It is a sword with a sharp edge.
hiss!
At this time, even Liu Qingchan had a dignified look in his eyes.
The Eight-Armed Tianmang Clan is one of the few powerful imperial clans in the Kunpeng Kingdom of Beihai except for the Kunpeng Royal Clan. This clan has extremely few members, even fewer than the Kunpeng clan. There are hardly more than two people in a generation, and they are often passed down by a single lineage.
This is a tyrannical race where one or two people can become the imperial clan.
Lang Lin, the only son of the contemporary eight-armed Tianmantis demon emperor!
There is no doubt that this is a young master whose bloodline talent is second to none in the entire Beihai. In the Eight-Armed Tiantang Tribe, which has a difficult time continuing its bloodline, there are almost no exceptions. The descendants of each generation, with the lowest achievement, have proven the Tao Yuan Shen, step by step. Entering the realm of the Demon King, and not being an ordinary Demon King, you can at least survive the seven thunder tribulations and enter the realm of great achievements.
How powerful Yuan Shen Dacheng is, looking at the entire territory of the Han Dynasty, he is at least one of the top fifteen outstanding figures on the Yuan Shen list. He is charming and admired by the world.
The only son of the Demon Emperor!
He is also the only descendant of this generation of the Eight-Armed Mantis Clan!
The breathing of all the royal family members was stagnant, and they felt a kind of suffocating pressure. It was not that they liked to appear so weak. In fact, looking at the younger generation, they were definitely not weak, otherwise they would not have been selected to enter the Dragon Tomb Continent to find opportunities. Fortunately, the demon clan was well prepared this time. Almost half of the younger generation of true masters from Kun Kingdom in Beihai came in. How could they compete with this?
In fact, they also felt extremely humiliated. As children of the Han royal family, at this moment, they could only marvel and suffocate on the sidelines. This scene destined to become passers-by was so familiar.
From the past to the present, they have not always been able to take the initiative, and now they can only be reduced to foils.
"Legend has it that in the Qingyang Peak lineage of Wudang in the Great Han Dynasty, the life-breaking sword is an ominous sword. No one has ever lived for more than fifty years, but the sword technique is extremely powerful and can kill the soul in reverse."
Lang Lin spoke, he stared at Su Qinian, his eyes were a little scorching, and said: "I am very curious about how powerful this sword technique that once wreaked havoc in my Beihai is."
"Draw out the sword." Su Qinian said calmly in front of the altar.
This was his response, calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.
"You don't want to draw a knife?"
Lang Lin raised his eyebrows, seeing that the young man didn't seem to have any plans to use the sword for the time being.
"Arrogant!"
Luo Sheng scolded him coldly. He dared to be so scornful in front of the only son of the Demon Emperor of the Eight-Armed Tian Mantis Tribe. He simply didn't know what life and death were.
This is a human boy who was blinded by the achievements in front of him.
It's a pity that he doesn't know how strong Su Qinian is now. After entering the third-rate Dacheng, he has become a master of the world. Except for that taboo character, fossil-level characters may cause some trouble, but they will definitely not be ignored by him. Su Qinian takes it seriously.
He has enough faith to beat any opponent in front of him.
However, Lang Lin did not get angry. The only son of the Demon Emperor seemed to have a very good temper. Even though he was as sharp as a knife, the demonic aura was as pure as that of the Kunpeng Emperor's son. It was not violent or bloody, but exuded a There is a pure Taoist charm, which also makes Su Qinian have a lot of changes in his image of the demon clan. It seems that after reaching the cultivation path, they all end up on the same path, and they all have similarities.
"Your body is strong enough, but I'm not as good as you, so I'm going to use my sword."
The emperor of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Mantis Clan spoke very calmly, but Luo Sheng's eyes jumped when he heard it. Many of the royal family's disciples and Royal Academy disciples were shocked in their hearts. Even the emperor of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Mantis Clan in Beihai was shocked. Admitting that his physical body is inferior, how does this young master of the Taoist Academy practice? He is only sixteen years old and has been practicing martial arts for two years, but he is so strong. It is simply beyond the limits of what everyone can understand.
Buzz!
There was the sound of a knife. It was a long knife that could be five feet long and was as green as jade. The blade was slender and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing.
"Heavenly Mantis Sword!"
Lang Lin looked at Su Qinian and said solemnly: "Every member of our Eight-Armed Heavenly Mantis Clan, gifted with blood and magical powers, has condensed the eight-armed Heavenly Mantis Arms into this Heavenly Mantis Sword. Now, I have entered the third level." In the realm of swords, this is the first sword.”
The realm of three swords!
In front of the altar, Liu Qingchan's face became more solemn when he heard the words. The eight-armed mantis clan in the North Sea has four pairs of magical bloodline powers. The demon emperors of the eight-armed mantis clan in the past dynasties have turned this bloodline magical power into one. The magical martial arts "Tian Mantis Sword".
Tian Mantang kills all living beings with his sword!
This was the comment that Liu Qingchan saw in a manuscript of a former sage in the royal family's secret library, and that manuscript of a former sage was written by an extremely powerful person in the royal family who had achieved the Pure Yang Soul.
The eight-armed Tian Mantis tribe has a Heavenly Mantis sword, coupled with a Tian Mantis sword technique that has eight swords. Under the destiny of the quasi-sage, the eight-armed Tian Mantis tribe demon emperor is almost unable to resist.
At this moment, Lang Lin, the emperor of the eight-armed Heavenly Mantis Clan, pointed at Su Qinian in the distance with his five-foot Heavenly Mantis Saber, which was as thin as jade and as thin as cicada wings.
But at this time, in front of the altar, Su Qinian's eyes were scanning over one of the remaining six figures in an imperceptible manner. He remained calm but fully alert. (Please give me a monthly recommendation. I had insomnia last night and stayed up all night. I wanted to post a two-in-one chapter, but I only managed to write one chapter in 5 hours. I feel dizzy.) (To be completed.) Continued.)
