The sword chant is bitter and long. Like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining. She lives like a resentful woman who has been neglected for a long time. As the sword roar echoed. All the cultivators felt a cold light stinging their souls. …… Xia Ming had to admit it. The Holy Son Li Yong is very strong, almost ridiculously strong. Although they are both in the realm of five tripods to transform into gods, tripods and tripods are different. Li Yong's tripod is undoubtedly a masterpiece of fine craftsmanship and forging by a master.
Other people's cauldrons contained potatoes and winter melons, but Li Yong's cauldron contained bird's nests and shark's fins. With the big tree of Shengzhou as his back, Li Yong is proficient in various Taoism. Moreover, he has extremely rich combat experience. When fighting Li Yong, Xia Ming always felt that he was not facing someone of the same age. Rather, it looks like an old monster who has taken over his body and been reborn!
Looking at Saint Yong, who was charging towards him again, Xia Ming spread his energy and blood, almost trying to solidify his heretic demonic body. But the reason in his mind kept warning Xia Ming. Yuandaojiang participated in the war between immortals and demons. Maybe he could recognize the heretic demon body. Don’t take any chances!
Be cautious!
When Xia Ming's soul was tense, Li Yong's attack came again. At this critical moment, the sword came. Instinctively, he clenched the sword in his hand. Xia Ming slashed directly with his sword. The physical body is on the rise!
The five internal organs are ringing in the fairy palace!
The sword rises!
Think of killing! cut!
cut!
cut!
The sword light crosses the bone burial sky. The coldness is as cold as the moon. Cut it down with one sword. The world went cold. The light in Li Yong's eyes disappeared directly. he died.
The blood line seals the throat. The head fell to the ground. Do not look down. …… The wind blows gently. There was deathly silence under the Ninth Corpse City. All the monks watching this battle were stunned. He even forgot to cover his neck with the bleeding black skin. This scene is really amazing. The Holy Son of the Zhongji Holy Continent... actually died like this! Looking at the dead-eyed Saint Li Yong in front of him. Xia Ming's pupils suddenly tightened. "No!" "Something's wrong!" "Why did he jump to his death!" "How can my sword be so powerful!" "I didn't sacrifice my destiny! How could he die!" "Horse!" In shock, Xia Ming couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand. The hilt of the sword is slender and warm, like Muchuan's little hand. Fits the palm of your hand perfectly. This feels wrong! Something is very wrong! Taking advantage of the situation, Xia Ming's body trembled suddenly. The sword in his hand is still the Five-Tripod Sword of the Supreme Centurion! This sword is simply gorgeous!
The hilt is made of white jade, and the sword body is more like a piece of finely polished blue ice. And its sword spine turned out to be a long, slender, straight spine! The sword body undulates, the blade extends, and fits Youlan's spine perfectly!
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"Grass!" "This...this horse-riding person can't be a rebel!" "Damn it! It wants me to die!" "My darn thing!" "Pi!" It doesn’t matter if you lose it, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t lose it. What's even worse is that the anti-thief sword is extremely well-behaved at the moment. He was motionless, as if he had been summoned by Xia Ming. While Xia Ming and Ma Zhao were stunned, Yuandaojiang also froze in place. Although Yuan Daojiang seems willful, he is not an ordinary man. He had examined the strength of Xia Ming and Li Yong beforehand. Xia Mingkanyu Avenue is probably also five tripods. And Li Yong is the pinnacle of Wuding. The four-phase trapped beast situation is restrained, and he himself is in charge. What could happen? No matter how much the two juniors kill, they can't possibly surpass Bading, right?
As long as Bading doesn't come out, the four-phase trapped beast situation can be suppressed. It's just... After all, Yuandaojiang missed one thing. His sword from Yuandaojiang. ——Anti-thief. The anti-thief is a quasi-immortal weapon. If it is activated, the Bading Encircled Beast Bureau cannot stop it. …… Looking at the anti-thief sword in Xia Ming's hand, Yuan Daojiang's eyes continued to tighten. Naturally, he would not believe that Xia Ming had driven the quasi-immortal weapon. Yuan Daojiang knew that this was the disaster caused by the anti-thief sword!
That bitch stabbed his master in the back! While furious, Yuan Daojiang remembered the agreement he made to Xia Ming yesterday. At that time, Yuandaojiang really didn't expect that something like this would happen.
Looking at Li Yong in the field again, Yuan Daojiang became even more annoyed. "Bullshit! Dao body, right!?" "You deserve to die!" "How could I have forgotten this?" "The rebel is made from the backbone of Dacheng's Jiuyou Dao Body!" "It felt the threatening aura of the Chaos Dao Body, and then it became stressed!" "That must be it!" "How could my traitor harm me?" "You damn holy son! You will die as soon as you die! You left me with such a mess!" "There is no good thing in Holy Continent!" When Yuandaojiang's thoughts came to light, Xu Mi, the Lord of Shituo City, finally came to his senses. Son! The Son is dead! The Holy Son Li Yong is dead! The sky is falling! How can he explain to Shengzhou! He rushed into the arena, hugging Li Yong's body and holding Li Yong's head. Xu Mi's body began to tremble uncontrollably. "Holy Son! Holy Son!" "You! You killed the Holy Son!" "I want you to pay with your life!" "I want you to die!" "Ninth City listens to the order! Kill this beast for me!" "Kill him! Revenge for the crown prince!" As soon as Xu Mi said these words, the entire Ninth City was shaken. The moment the city defense formation rose, the monks in the Ninth City finally came to their senses. Their Holy Son is dead... They have to avenge Him!
While the cultivators were preparing their troops, Yuan Daojiang spoke. "Let's see who dares to move!" "Black Scale Army! Prepare for me to attack the city!"
"My eyes are wide open! Don't let anyone survive!" As soon as Yuan Daojiang said this, the Black Scale Army pointed their swords directly at Dao Shituo City without saying a word. This is the terrifying thing about Zhidao Immortal Continent. Arriving at Daoxianzhou, Wuzi supervises the army and heads down to Junzhou. you could put it that way. Zhidao Jianzhou is the sharpest sword in the hands of Zhidao Immortal. Hearing Yuan Daojiang's words, a look of astonishment flashed across Xu Mi's face. He really didn't expect... This mad dog in Yuandaojiang can be so heartless and crazy!
Because of a mere swordsman, he actually wanted to destroy the entire city of Shituo! ? In shock, Xu Mi spoke again. "The Supreme Prince! Have you really thought about it!?" "Because of a little ant, you want to invade our Holy Continent, Shituo City!?" "He killed my Zhongji Holy Son! Shouldn't he die!" The sword eyes were glazed over, and Yuan Daojiang's tone was extremely cold. "This is a competition! It is inevitable that people will die in a competition!" "Li Yong is not good at academics, but he is good at being a teacher. He brought all this on himself!" "Besides, it's the sword that kills people! It's not the sword bearer!" Before he finished speaking, Yuan Daojiang raised his big hand. "Go back here if you don't want to!" Only a hissing sound was heard. The rebel inserted himself back into Heizhu's neck again. A sting. Blood spurted out, Heizhuan's body trembled, and he made an unexplained sound. "艸——" He seemed to feel uncomfortable, and the anti-thief sword trembled again. Then, Heizhen also trembled. It peed. Peed all over the floor.
Maybe it hurts. Or something else. …… Looking at the tragic death of the Holy Son in front of me, I thought of the Ninth Corpse City behind me. Holding his breath, Xu Mi tried his best to swallow the unwillingness in his heart. As his fists were clenched, Xu Mi heard another voice. "Xu Mi!" "To fight or not to fight!?" "Give me a sweet word! Don't waste time by jumping on the horse!" "I still have to rush to kill Master Rouxuan Mountain!" Hearing the word Rouxuan, Xu Mi lost more than half of his anger. [Yes, Zhidao’s trip is to quell the chaos. 】 [Shengzhou has always had the world in mind, this mad dog is trying to suppress me with all the people in the world! 】 [Old dog bullies people too much! 】 【Son! You are confused! You shouldn't have come out! 】 [How do you want me to explain to the Prime Minister! 】 Holding the head of the Holy Son Xu Yong in his arms. Xu Mi’s back molars were almost broken. Staring at Yuandaojiang in front of him, Xu Mi spoke word by word. "The Supreme Prince! Shengzhou will never forget this day!" Snapped-- His long sleeves were rolled up and his figure flashed. Xu Mi was slapped by Yuan Daojiang and flew away. boom-- The terrifying power ruthlessly penetrated Xu Mi's defense. Xu Mi flew upside down and bumped into the city defense formation. The sword escapes the flowing light. Yuan Daojiang's figure flashed suddenly.
Xu Mi, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, was stepped on by him again. His eyes were like swords, and Yuan Daojiang's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Who do you think you are!" "A mere Lord of Zituo City!" "Li Fan's retainer! He's like a jerk!" "Your master Li Fan is too brave to talk to me like that!" "Holy Son! Holy Son? Bullshit Holy Son! Does your Holy Continent deserve a son?" "The man from the Holy Continent! The one who has been established by all the immortals! Without meritorious deeds, how can he win the Lord's promise?" Step by step Xu Mi's head into the beach of bones. Yuan Daojiang's voice was extremely cold. "Go back and tell Li Fan!" "The murderer belongs to Yuandaojiang!" "Come to me if you have the ability!" "I'm waiting for him!" (End of chapter)