With the turquoise divine power and energy machine protecting his body, Zaiyang, who was within the personal barrier, was able to withstand the "seven stars in one" kendo killing flow.
Protect your own backbone continuously, the road is unimpeded, and you can continue to fight.
"Come on, come and kill me if you can!"
The bright yellow robe he was wearing had been broken in many places, and the protection of his body had been greatly weakened, but this did not affect the pride and aloofness of the owner of the robe, Zai Yang.
When Zaiyang spoke loudly.
Through a steady stream of internal energy, he exuded coercion to the outside world.
Strengthening the world in this city, excluding "humanity", the three advantages.
The King of Han Zaiyang abandoned his sword and used his fists, and achieved great success in the magic way.
A generation of heroes, evil in ancient and modern times, conquering all heroes.
Thousands of powerful men, all over the world, can hardly match his power.
How to describe it? Not mortals, only gods!
Sitting in the peerless city at the right time and place, the old man in yellow seemed to be invincible in the heaven and the world. He was high up, with the sun above his head, and there was no living person in his eyes. "Except for me, Zai Yang, there is no one else. You can deserve the title of 'the number one master in the Supreme Realm'. You Qiujin can't do it, and Xiaoyao City Lord Bai Chuan can't do it. Even if the sword master Dugu Shisan comes here in person, he still can't do it! Bai Chuan is called the 'Sword Lord' by the world. Haha, in my opinion, this title is not worthy of the name and should be given to me. I am the true and well-deserved king of this world!"
Qiu Jin, who was wearing a white tiger fur fur, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, glared angrily at the white-haired old man who was dressed in green infuriating energy, and cursed in a deep voice: "What a shameless old thief..."
Qingpao guest Ling Zhen also angrily scolded: "You old dog, you know how to fart! Senior Dugu opened the Heavenly Empress and crossed the dangerous pass of Tianmen. His realm has already surpassed the first level. I still don't need to compete with you for the Supreme Supreme. Ranked first in the realm?! And you damn-- you don’t even have a sword in your hand, so why do you want the title of Sword Master? Are you worthy? You, you, are a bitch!"
Zai Yang was so insulted and scolded that he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, squinted at the green robe, and said in a cold tone: "Boy, do you really want to die first?"
The Hongmo Sword is firmly held in his hand.
Ling Zhensi showed no fear and looked determined.
Facing the old devil in the sky above who was a whole realm higher than him, the young man in green robes shouted loudly: "My sword cultivator's great head is on his neck. If you want it, just come and get it! Wrinkle!" I frowned, I, Ling Zhen, have your last name!"
Zai Yang was about to leave to take the life of the green-robed young man who was really brave and fearless of death.
At this time, a very clear and melodious man's voice came from the ground below to the air. He sincerely praised: "Well done. Only if the swordsman has such courage and courage can he live up to the sword in his hand!"
Qiu Jin immediately turned his attention to the direction of the sound, and shouted excitedly: "Brother Jian, you read the letter I wrote to you, and you really came here to help me!"
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On the snow-covered streets of Peerless City, a man with an air of immortality stood alone.
There were not even a few disciples surrounding him.
The man was wearing purple mink fur, with only one arm left. His smooth, straight hair was actually a cherry blossom-like pink, which was the same color as the sword he wore on his waist.
The snow is cherry red and white with blood.
It’s really eye-catching!
The man who is as red as cherry blossoms but has skin as white as pure jade is the leader of the Jiangnan Peach Blossom Sect.
Qiu Jin's sworn brother, Jian Feng.
Because of the letter he received, he learned about the sword style of today's battle in Peerless City. The one-armed hand slowly pressed the hilt of the sword.
He raised his head and shouted into the sky under the sky: "Don't be so shameless. I came here just to kill Zai Yang to avenge the past. It has nothing to do with you Qiu Jin. Don't give yourself any trouble." Put gold on your face!”
Hearing this, Qiu Jin kept laughing and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, Brother Jian, where is my sister-in-law? Why didn't she come with you?"
Jianfeng chuckled, "Yan'er is pregnant now and it's not convenient for her to go out. I didn't tell her the news either."
Qiu Jin was immediately overjoyed and said emotionally: "Really! This is great. Your old Jian family has a heir. Hey, it is probably thanks to the big Tianlong physique I gave to my sister-in-law. If..."
"Have you had enough words?!"
Zaiyang interrupted sharply and impatiently, "You talk a lot. When we get to Huangquan Road, it won't be too late for you to slowly reminisce about the past!"
Speaking of this, the old man in yellow suddenly frowned tightly.
Just because, inexplicably, he thought of his apprentice Feng Zhu who also talked a lot and liked to ask for credit and rewards from him the most in his life.
Feng Zhu, Zaiyang's only direct disciple, is dead.
Even the human head was chopped into pieces.
From now on, there will no longer be a guy who bothers to talk to the old man every day.
When he thought of this, the only vassal king with a different surname in the dynasty lowered his eyebrows.
The ferociousness in his face was actually slightly reduced.
Zaiyang subconsciously muttered the usual "long-winded" words, his lips trembled slightly, and he sighed with emotion, saying to himself: "I will never hear such long-winded and annoying words again..."
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Eighteen cherry-colored long swords made of bright peach blossoms gathered together. The sword's intention is strong and the sword's energy is strong.
They just formed around the old man in yellow.
Trapped them in the heart of Gai, unable to advance or retreat!
This is the most powerful magical skill of Jianfeng.
The "Flying Qiong Formation" in the Peach Blossom Divine Swordsmanship is also known as the "Eighteen Peach Blossom Flying Qiong Swords".
Each sword strike will launch an extremely fast and domineering attack on a certain vital part of the person caught in it.
The sword machine can penetrate the body and reach the deepest part of the body. It ignores all protective bodies and has the ability to break armor.
Just like on the battlefield, a group of cavalry is responsible for driving straight into the enemy's hinterland!
The eighteen sharp peach blossom swords formed a flying flower Qiongxiao formation.
Extremely powerful.
Those below the first-level Supreme Realm are unable to resist this formation and are likely to die.
The remaining one may be lucky enough to survive, but he is destined to become a cripple who can hardly even walk!
As for the monks above the first level, it may not be possible to kill them directly.
But one thing is for sure.
That is, even if you have the cultivation level of the Supreme Realm, once you are trapped in the Feiqiong Formation, if you want to break the formation and leave, you must pay a certain amount of loss of the avenue as a price, and no one can escape!
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"Zaiyang, my Feiqiong Peach Blossom Sword Formation was originally invented to kill the devil like you. Today, it can finally achieve its original purpose..."
The cherry-haired swordsman with only one arm left shouted loudly, "You have been wearing my pure crown for more than ten years, right? Now, it no longer belongs to you!"
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In an instant, the green crown that had been worn on the old man's head for many years exploded and shattered into powder.
Zaiyang's head was affected by the impact, and he was shaking violently on the spot, making him dizzy and dizzy.
There is a strong feeling of earth shaking.
At the same time, the barrier formed by the green divine power disappeared.
Ling Zhen and Qiu Jin, two sword cultivators, seized this precious opportunity and drew their swords at the same time.
The sword energy severely damaged Zaiyang's physical body!
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The bright yellow cassock was no longer there, and the pieces of cloth were torn and scattered.
The old man with no crown on his head, his body was covered in bruises and his flesh and blood were blurred.
Truly tragic.
