"Yuntianmen? You are also a strong man of the generation. Why do you want to help the Tie Zhan dynasty to torture the people of our Tiandu Kingdom? How can you bear it?" Wan Haoxiong has never heard of Yuntianmen, but Qingjian's cultivation is so good It was so high that the power of Yuntianmen must be very important, and his mind was dark.
"Hmph! The weak will prey on the strong, as has always been the case! This is the way of heaven! Wan Haoxiong, are you going to end it yourself, or do you want me to take action?"
"Bah! Who are you? If you want to kill our marshal, you have to pass our level first! Shoot him, shoot him to death!" As soon as Qing Jian finished speaking, there was an angry shout from below. One of Wan Haoxiong's lieutenants arrived with a large group of archers.
With one command, thousands of arrows fired! A dense rain of arrows, looming under the cover of night, shot straight towards the green sword.
Such a rain of arrows is so dense that there are almost no gaps. Even a fly will not be able to escape death.
However, facing this rain of arrows, Qing Jian's expression was relaxed and not nervous at all. His eyebrows were raised slightly, his eyes flashing with disdain.
"You ants, you really don't know how to live or die! Get out of here!"
The green sword stood proudly in the void, with a cold shout, and with a wave of his right sleeve, a green light suddenly exploded under the night, covering all the rain of arrows. As soon as the blue light came out, the volley of arrows suddenly stopped in mid-air almost at the same time. This strange sight made Wan Haoxiong's heart almost jump out of his throat.
"Huh huh... I'll tell you how powerful the Xian family's magic power is!" Qing Jian sneered and waved his left sleeve. The sharp arrow that was fixed in the air slowly turned around. The arrow feathers were pointed at himself, but the arrow was Aimed at the archers.
Wan Haoxiong's heart sank suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted, "Hide quickly!"
However, before Wan Haoxiong's roar could dissipate, the frozen rain of arrows shot out again, but in a completely different direction, shooting at the archers, and the speed was several times faster than before.
The archers were unable to dodge such a domineering arrow rain, and only heard bursts of screams that shook the sky. The archers fell down in pieces like wheat that had been cut down. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were killed or injured.
These archers were all brought out by Wan Haoxiong. They were suddenly hit so hard that Wan Haoxiong's heart was broken into eight pieces.
"I CAO your grandma!" Wan Haoxiong roared loudly, raised the purple-gold dragon spear, and stabbed the green sword.
"Haha... How dare you show off your power in front of me even though you are only at the eighth level of Qi? Go back!"
The green sword obviously did not pay attention to Wan Haoxiong. With a wave of his hand, a green sword light immediately slashed towards Wan Haoxiong.
As soon as this sword light came out, Wan Hao's ambition suddenly shuddered. It felt like being stared at by the god of death. Not only did the hairs on my body stand up one by one, but there seemed to be gusts of cold wind passing through the cracks in my bones.
In the face of the realm of perfection, the ninth-level peak person has no choice but to surrender, let alone Wan Haoxiong, the eighth-level peak person
Before the sword light reached Wan Haoxiong, Wan Haoxiong's heart had already sunk to the bottom, and his whole body was ready to accept death.
However, at this moment, a strange air flow suddenly jumped out from the Purple Gold Dragon Spear, passed through Wan Haoxiong's palm, and penetrated directly into his body.
The chill in Wan Haoxiong's body was instantly swept away by this airflow. Then, the purple-gold dragon gun in his hand seemed to come alive and began to tremble. Waves of majestic and vast dragon roars suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.
"What's going on?" Qing Jian, who was about to kill Wan Haoxiong with one move, suddenly changed his face and felt an extremely threatening aura.
"Is it him?" Qing Jian looked at Wan Haoxiong in surprise, because the place where Wan Haoxiong was at this time was the source of this terrible aura.
"That gun is..." But soon, Qingjian's eyes fell from Wan Haoxiong's body to the purple-gold dragon gun in his hand, and his expression changed drastically.
At this moment, Wan Haoxiong suddenly erupted, and the purple-gold dragon gun in his hand suddenly thrust forward. A line of purple energy, as light as a cloud of smoke, which was not clear, but it could be seen that it was a dragon-shaped purple energy, suddenly emerged from the tip of the purple-gold dragon gun. The child burst out and crashed straight into the sword light of Qingjian Sacrifice.
Click! boom!
The two collided together, and the sword light released by the green sword instantly fell into pieces and quickly returned to smoke. And the purple dragon energy slowly dissipated.
This scene made Qing Jian's eyes bulge out of his head. A warrior at the eighth level of Qi actually caught the killing move of a perfect and strong man. It was like an ant carrying an elephant. It was simply It's just unbelievable.
Qing Jian was stunned, and Wan Haoxiong was also severely frightened. At the same time, a wave of ecstasy expressed in words overflowed unstoppably in his heart. It wasn't until this moment that Wan Haoxiong realized that the purple-gold dragon gun built for him by his precious son was a hundred times more powerful than he had imagined.
"What a bastard! You are causing harm to the people of my Tiandu Kingdom and killing the soldiers of my Tiandu Kingdom. Today, I will make you look good!"
The heroic performance of Zijin Dragon Spear gave Wan Haoxiong immense confidence and fighting spirit.
The purple-gold dragon gun shoots out, with thousands of energy flying in the air. At first glance, it looks like pieces of pear blossoms withering in the wind, cold-eyed, gorgeous, noble and full of bleak murderous intent!
With one shot, the clouds moved in all directions. The power of the Purple Gold Dragon Spear, together with Wan Haoxiong's true energy, exploded together, setting off a series of offensives, charging towards Qingjian in an extremely domineering manner.
"That's unreasonable!" Unexpectedly, an eighth-level warrior dared to show his fangs to him. Qing Jian felt as if he had been greatly insulted and was filled with anger. With a slight flick of his wrist, a thin long sword immediately appeared in his palm.
This thin sword looks like it is carved from jade. It is emerald green in color, extremely gorgeous, and has an aura that is compelling. It is not ordinary at first glance.
With the green sword in his hand, the body of the green sword swept up diagonally, flowing out of the dust, extremely agile. Flying through the sky full of guns and flowers raised by Wanhao Xiongxiong, it was like entering a deserted land!
This kind of movement was so exquisite, Wan Haoxiong had never seen it before, and he was so shocked that he couldn't help but let out a low cry.
No matter how much he exerted his true energy to the extreme, no matter how dense the snow-white spear flowers flying in the sky were, they could even touch the green sword's clothes.
Wan Haoxiong's heart immediately cooled down. He was still thinking too naively about everything. It was simply a fantasy to want to rely on the power of the Purple-Gold Dragon Spear to fight against Qingjian.
The figure of Qing Jian is so weird and unpredictable. No matter how domineering and powerful the Purple Gold Dragon Spear is, if it can't hit anyone, what's the point
If this Purple Gold Dragon Spear can really replace everything, then why would Wan Dong ask Wan Youqi to bring him a superior immortal technique
"Wan Haoxiong, come and accept your fate!" Wan Haoxiong's dense rain of gun flowers in the sky was completely ignored by Qingjian. It seemed that with just one step, Qingjian arrived in front of Wan Haoxiong. With a tremble of his wrist, thousands of Dao Senhan The sword light converged in the air into a terrifying sword light as thick as a bucket, and stabbed straight into Wan Haoxiong's heart.
Wan Haoxiong couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and subconsciously blocked the Purple Gold Dragon Spear in front of his chest.
As if he felt that Wan Haoxiong was in danger, bursts of purple energy suddenly erupted from the purple-gold dragon gun, and bursts of dragon roars erupted.
boom!
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and Wan Haoxiong flew backwards like a baseball that had been blown away, vomiting blood at the mouth.
Seeing this scene, Wan Youqi let out a cry of sorrow and jumped forward to meet him desperately.
How heavy was the frontal blow from the Perfect Man? Wan Youqi is desperate now!
However, when Wan Youqi flew over to Wan Haoxiong and was about to lift him up and check his condition carefully, Wan Haoxiong's burly body suddenly straightened up and he stood up on his own.
"Brother, you..."
Wan Youqi was startled. A closer look revealed that although there was still blood on the corners of Wan Haoxiong's mouth, his face was not ugly or in great pain. His eyes were still bright and lively. Even a blind person could see that. Wan Haoxiong's injuries were far less serious than she imagined.
How is this going? Could it be that Qing Jian, a perfect and strong man, is actually a silver-like pewter spear head, a good thing but not useful
Wan Youqi was confused, and Wan Haoxiong was also confused for a while.
The sword released by Qingjian just now was indeed extremely domineering and powerful. Wan Haoxiong felt that he was about to be torn apart by this sword, but who knew that it would be such a result.
"It's this gun that's weird again!" When Wan Haoxiong and Wan Youqi were puzzled, Qing Jian's voice suddenly sounded beside them.
Wan Haoxiong looked up and saw that the green sword had reached three steps in front of him at some unknown time. As long as you stretch out your hand, you can kill him and Wan Youqi together! Wan Hao's ambition was furious. He was definitely not able to challenge this powerful person in the realm of perfection.
However, Qingjian did not take the opportunity to take the lives of their brothers and sisters. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the Purple-Gold Dragon Spear in Wan Haoxiong's hand, with confusion and deep interest on his face.
"Hand over this gun, and I can give you brothers and sisters a good time!" Qing Jian said coldly with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
This Purple Gold Dragon Spear was made by Wan Dong himself. It is extremely precious to Wan Haoxiong. How can he give it to anyone casually
Without thinking, Wan Haoxiong angrily scolded: "Fuck your mother, unless I die!"
"Okay! If you want to die, I will make it happen for you!"
"Protect the marshal!" Seeing Qing Jian's murderous intent, Wan Youqi's heart was shaken, and she suddenly stretched out her hand to push Wan Haoxiong, and then she became angry. The purple and gold swords in her hands were flashing with purple brilliance.
"Hahaha... Even your brother is no match for me. Are you overestimating your abilities?" Seeing Wan Youqi taking action against him, Qingjian looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter, his face full of disdain and ridicule.
Wan Haoxiong was also startled. Before he could regain his balance, he shouted loudly, "Youqi, please come back quickly!"... (To be continued)