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If Yun Qingwu in the past gave people the feeling of being holy, and although he was in the mud, he was not stained by the holiness at all, then the current Yun Qingwu has an extra sense of nobility in this holy temperament. . [△网WwW.]
Innate nobility.
As the talented scholars expected, Yun Qingwu seemed to have no interest in their life and death, and did not even look at them.
She just looked at Fang Zhengzheng lying on the ground, and then pointed at the traceless sword in Fang Zhengzheng's hand without even giving a word of command.
But Bai Xing quickly understood what Yun Qingwu meant.
"Bring Fang Zhengzheng and this sword together!" Bai Xing glanced at Fang Zhengzheng, and the coldness at the corner of his mouth was as indifferent as ever.
"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded.
The sword in his hand was still sheathed, but he walked towards Fang Zhengyi step by step, neither looking at Nangong Hao nor Yan Xiu.
But at this moment, a bright red light appeared in front of the middle-aged man instantly, with a coldness like hell.
Naturally it was Yan Xiu.
However, the current Yan Xiu can no longer be called Yan Xiu.
Because, Yan Xiu's eyes were already bright red, the Shanhe Qiankun Fan in his hand was as crystal clear as blood, and most importantly, a bright red light wheel was resting on his waist.
Keep spinning.
This was an extremely exaggerated scene, but the middle-aged man never glanced at Yan Xiu from beginning to end. He just walked towards Fang Zhengzheng calmly, and then...
Raise your sword and chop it down.
"boom!"
The bright red light was raging in the air, like a ghost rushing out of hell, biting something with his sharpest teeth.
A soft cry sounded at this time.
Immediately afterwards, a figure quickly took two steps back, with an expression on his face that looked slightly surprised and incredulous.
The talented people also looked at this scene with shock, because they never expected that the person who retired would be a middle-aged man.
"How can it be?!"
"The peak of Amaterasu realm, facing the reincarnation realm?"
"Even if Yan Xiu has already stepped into reincarnation, the other party is reincarnation. How is this possible?"
All the talented people looked in disbelief. They really couldn't believe this scene, but this scene appeared so real in front of them.
Yan Xiu's eyes were still bright red, and he stood motionless in front of Fang Zhengzheng. The Shanhe Qiankun fan in his hand shone with red light, as crystal clear as blood.
The middle-aged man who took two steps back did not immediately look at Yan Xiu, but instead looked at the sword in his hand.
Because, the blade of the sword was surrounded by circles of light like red rings, penetrating from the tip of the sword and quickly moving towards his palm.
"Open!" The middle-aged man's hand shook, and the red light dissipated in an instant. However, a crack was left on the sword blade in his hand.
"Asura Dao is known as the most murderous path among the six paths. It's true, but how long can you last in this state?" The middle-aged man looked at the marks on the sword blade, and his expression became serious for the first time. got up.
It can make a demon in the reincarnation realm serious.
This is an unbelievable thing, but if the other party is just a sixteen-year-old boy at the peak of Amaterasu realm, this unbelievable thing will be even more heart-stopping.
Yan Xiu ignored the middle-aged man.
He didn't even mean to answer the middle-aged man's words. The middle-aged man didn't bother to say one more word to some humans in the Amaterasu realm because of his own strength.
However, if Zhen Lun disdains him, who can compare with Yan Xiu
It is a kind of disdain and indifference in character, even if the other party is a demon, a demon in the realm of reincarnation.
The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect that he said so many words, but the other party didn't even reply a word to him. What does this mean
Could it be that when a demon in the realm of reincarnation expresses mercy to a human being, shouldn't the other person be grateful
"Get out of the way, you can live for another moment and a half!" The middle-aged man's tone was unusually cold.
But Yan Xiu still didn't speak, just looked at the middle-aged man motionlessly, feeling like a superior general looking at a clown.
"Seeking death!" The middle-aged man rarely gets angry because of a human in the Amaterasu realm, but at this moment, he was still a little angry.
As soon as he moved, the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of purple light.
At the same time, his body also disappeared from the spot, and his whole body seemed to be merged into the purple light, shooting towards Yan Xiu at an almost incredible speed.
Nangong Hao's hand holding the sword hilt tightened slightly at this moment, but a silver light like starlight appeared out of thin air in front of his sword blade.
"At this time, shouldn't you be protecting yourself?" Bai Xing looked at Nangong Hao, silver rays of light flashing between his fingers.
"You can't kill me." Nangong Hao glanced at the silver light in Bai Xing's hand, his eyes flashed with a faint golden light, and the crystal clear Wuwei Sword in his hand pointed directly at Bai Xing.
It is undoubtedly a very ridiculous thing for a person who is at the peak of the Reincarnation Realm to say such words to a demon who has clearly entered the middle stage of the Reincarnation Realm.
However, Baixing did not smile.
Not only did Bai Xing not smile, not even the middle-aged man or all the demons standing behind Yun Qingwu laughed at all.
Because they knew that what Nangong Hao said was true.
If Bai Xing could really kill Nangong Hao head-on, then how could Nangong Hao survive until now, and why did he want to make a sneak attack just now
For a demon in the reincarnation realm to sneak attack a human at the peak of the light realm, this is an unlikely thing to happen.
However, Baixing never said a word "no".
Because this human being's name is Nangong Hao.
"Yes, but if we add some helpers, I think we are at least 90% sure!" Bai Xing nodded seriously, raised his head slightly, and looked at the dozens of demons on the cliff of Fenggu.
Nangong Hao did not immediately answer Bai Xing's words, because the purple light transformed by the middle-aged man had hit the Shanhe Qiankun fan in Yan Xiu's hand, and an extremely fierce momentum burst out instantly.
"Ding dong!" At this moment, a sharp and melodious flute sounded, with a very penetrating breath, hitting the purple light.
Immediately afterwards, another sound of "Puff!" came out.
The green jade flute was stained red by a mouthful of blood before it even came out of the mouth.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!" The purple light turned, and the middle-aged man's figure appeared again. His eyes casually glanced at Wu Feng, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, and then turned to Yan Xiu.
"Pfft!" Yan Xiu's face turned extremely red at this moment, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The only difference from Wu Feng was who came first and who came last.
The bright red blood dyed the Shanhe Qiankun Fan, making the blood-like light on it become even more red, as bright as fire and as bright as the sun.
"How long can you hold on!" The middle-aged man spoke again, the same words, but the tone was completely different, because this time it was affirmative.
"Hold on until he wakes up." Yan Xiu looked at the middle-aged man. There seemed to be something flowing in his blood-red eyes, which seemed to be light and seemed to be real blood.
"Wake up?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he looked sharply at Fang Zhengyi on the ground, and then his expression finally changed.
He wasn't sure how Yan Xiu could tell that Fang Zhengzheng was not dead.
However, one thing he knew clearly was that the sword in Fang Zheng's hand was emitting a strange purple light.
That kind of purple was completely different from the purple on him.
It's too gorgeous, as gorgeous as blood, so gorgeous that it's almost monstrous.
And now, that kind of strange purple color is constantly spreading on the blade of the sword, and has even begun to slowly extend to the hilt of the sword, and, most importantly, it seems that it has not stopped yet.
do not know why.
When the middle-aged man saw this purple color, his heart trembled subconsciously.
Just a very slight tremor.
However, it already made the middle-aged man feel extremely shocked, because he knew that the integrity in front of him was only the peak of Amaterasu realm.
Even if he has three hundred and eighty-eight ways, no matter how genius he is.
He is still only at the peak of Amaterasu realm.
This is a fact that does not need to be disputed!
So, why would a demon in the Samsara realm feel trembling towards a human in the Amaterasu realm? Is it because of the sword, or because of the weird purple color
The middle-aged man didn't know, but he knew that he couldn't let Fang Zhengyi hold the sword in his hand anymore, because this feeling made him very uncomfortable.
So, he looked at Yan Xiu again.
Without speaking again, this time, he was ready to take Yan Xiu's life directly, because only then could he take the sword from Fang Zhengyi's hand.
That's the only way...
Only then will he feel a little at ease.
"Death!" A cold shout came from the middle-aged man's mouth, and he turned into a purple light again. However, compared with just now, this purple light turned into two in an instant, and the two turned into two again. Four paths, four paths turned into eight paths, endlessly, and in a moment, they turned into purple that overwhelmed the sky and covered the earth.
"Yan Xiu!" Wu Feng's voice rang out at this moment, and he put the jade flute in his hand to his lips again without hesitation, even though he knew he was seeking his own death.
Even knowing that this is a useless move.
But he still didn't hesitate at all, the corners of his blood-stained lips were printed on the jade flute, his blood-stained fingers beat lightly, and the melodious melody rushed out again.
Xing Qingsui looked at Zi who was rushing towards Yan Xiu. Of course he knew what kind of power it was, but he didn't have any power to stop it.
The gap in strength is too great.
If he didn't want to control these nearly 50,000 sergeants now, if he didn't carry Daxia's plan for the Southern Territory on his shoulders, then he would also make the same move as Wu Feng.
But now...
He can't do this.
Because what he needs to face is the soldiers from the Han Yuan tribe who are approaching step by step, as well as the soldiers from the Southern Territory who are pouring out from the entrance of the Wind Valley.
"Connected end to end, form an array on all sides, with General Zhao on the left, General Wang and General Li on the right, leading five thousand sergeants in the rear to stop the enemy. The rest of the people, follow me to face the enemy head on!" Xing Qing raised the holy order in his hand and shouted directly Make a sound.
"yes!"
"yes!"
"The last general takes command!"
After hearing Xing Qingsui's order, each of the leading sergeants immediately came to their senses, and their bodies revealed a kind of battlefield blood.
Fighting alone, they are indeed inferior to these demons, and even inferior to the talented people standing in front of them, but once they are allowed to form a formation.
But it can definitely become a piece of hard steel!
…
Yan Xiu looked at the countless purple rays of light coming towards him, and his lips trembled slightly, which seemed to be an act of extreme pain.
However, his feet are very stable.
It stood on the ground like a javelin, motionless.
As the purple light got closer and closer, the red halo around Yan Xiu's waist slowly moved upwards, rising from his waist to almost near his chest.
For practitioners, they all know very clearly the importance of a position on the chest.
That's the heart.
The heart is the foundation of human existence, and it is also the location of the small world. Once it is pierced, it will lead to death. In the worst case, the small world will be damaged, the cultivation level will decline, and even the heart will be unable to practice for life.
But at this moment, Yan Xiu had no worries and let the bright red halo move towards his chest bit by bit, approaching the small world where the most important thing for a cultivator is.
The purple light is so close, almost right in front of you.
Yan Xiu's hand also moved at this time. The light on the Shanhe Qiankun Fan shone brightly, and a red light rushed out from the Qiankun Fan and rushed into the sky. It seemed that it was no longer light, but real blood.
"The world is turned upside down, and the mountains and rivers are gone!" Yan Xiu's mouth came out with a few unusually cold words. These words existed in his memory when he was very young.
However, all this time, he has only pronounced the first four words.
As for the last four…
For more than ten years, he had never read it out.
Because that is a memory, a memory that does not belong to him, but only belongs to Shanhe Qiankun Fan.
"Buzz!"
Space oscillates.
The bright red light falls from the sky, depicting a lifelike mountain range in the sky. However, the rocks of the mountain range, the sand of the mountain range, and even the water flowing down the mountain range have only one color.
That is...
red!
A kind of red falling from the sky, with two completely impossible intertwined feelings of coldness and scorching heat. It is also a kind of complete red, but you can clearly see the mountains above, the rocks above, and the mountains above. The water, because the mountain is trembling, the rocks are also trembling, and the water makes a trickling sound.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the bright red mountain range, making the entire sky turn blood red. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit w reading for a better reading experience.