Wang Tengfei stared at Meng Hao with a cold light in his eyes. He suddenly took a step forward. He lifted his storage bag with his right hand. Two rays of light instantly flew out of his storage bag. The color was crystal clear. A stone tiger and a stone dragonfly.
As soon as these two magic weapons came out, the light was dazzling. At the moment they appeared, a tiger roar echoed, and a flood roar spread. Those two magic weapons turned directly into a white tiger with several feet and a dragon with ten feet, surrounded by Wang Tengfei, making Wang Tengfei looked impressive, accompanied by dragons and tigers.
"You don't have to admit it, but this sword belongs to me. I don't agree. You can't take it away." As soon as Wang Tengfei's gloomy words came out, as his right hand raised the pinch, Bai Hu immediately roared and went straight to Meng Hao. Going away, the Jiaolong roared, rushing towards Meng Hao like a long rainbow.
Meng Hao stepped back, raised his right hand with a wave, and immediately the wooden sword turned into a long rainbow and flew out.
The roar spread to all directions, Meng Hao spouted a mouthful of blood, his body galloped backwards, watching to step out from the roar, white clothes wins snow, hair flying, handsome face glanced at the murderous Wang Tengfei, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes.
"It's ridiculous to say that I rob you of your precious treasure. You clearly see that this sword is good, and you want to try and grab it at this inner door!"
"It's useless to say more, kill you today, let you know that it belongs to my Wang Tengfei, you are not qualified to take it." Wang Tengfei's eyes were cold, and when he stepped out, he waved his right hand, and immediately the white tiger and flood dragon roared, and went straight to Meng Hao again.
"Unique? There is only one in the world?" Meng Hao laughed, his sarcasm intensified, without concealing it, but in the depths of his sarcasm, there was a cold light of indifference.
"Then look at whether this is the one and only treasure you said." At the same time Meng Hao's words came out, he slapped his storage bag with his left hand, and immediately flew out with a black light around Meng Hao's side. Swords buzzed.
This sword is exactly the second wooden sword copied by Meng Hao!
As soon as this sword came out, immediately beside Meng Hao, two identical wooden swords whizzed and moved in an instant, the sword light overflowed, and the momentum was majestic.
The moment Wang Tengfei saw the second wooden sword, Wang Tengfei's forward body shook suddenly, his eyes widened, revealing unbelievable meaning, his heart roared, and his whole body was blasted by an invisible mountain. , Causing the white tiger and Jiaolong to be in contact with him.
"It's impossible... this... this..." Wang Tengfei's mind roared, and this sudden change caught him off guard, as if it subverted his thoughts and made his mind suddenly confused.
"This sword is yours?" A cold light appeared in Meng Hao's eyes, he took a step forward, his momentum suddenly rose, and his cultivation suddenly dispersed.
"This sword is unique to you?" Meng Hao took another step. With the spread of words and the rising of his aura, Wang Tengfei was asked about it, being pressed by this aura, he involuntarily took two steps back. His face was pale, and his eyes were dazed and unbelievable.
"This sword is the only one in your world?" Meng Hao's eyes are like electricity, and when his body takes another step, he feels a sense of majesty at this moment. Wang Tengfei's face was pale, and his body retreated again and again.
"Wang Tengfei, this pair of swords are my Meng Hao's heaven and earth sword!" Meng Hao's eyes were like electricity, and his body jumped up, pinching the tactics with both hands, and immediately the two wooden swords lifted up the sky and went straight to the white tiger and Jiaolong.
The roar echoed, the white tiger shattered, the dragon cracked, two wooden swords mixed with Meng Hao's momentum, turned into a shock that seemed to destroy everything, and went straight to Wang Tengfei.
Seeing approaching, Wang Tengfei suddenly raised his head, raised his right hand and pressed it towards the ground, and a burning incense stick appeared instantly. After lighting it, the tobacco was wrapped around and went straight to Meng Hao. The tobacco turned into a figure and touched two wooden swords. Touching, a roar echoed in the square for a while.
The incense sticks shattered and the wooden sword retreated. Meng Hao spouted blood and withdrew several steps in succession. When he looked up, he saw Wang Tengfei's body flying up in the roar, not on this platform, but in the air, with his feet under his feet. A few strands of tobacco, as if holding him up, he looked at Meng Hao complicatedly and at the two wooden swords beside Meng Hao. At this moment, even he himself was at a loss, and he had begun to doubt his previous guesses.
After all, according to the classics he checked, that wooden sword is indeed unique in the world, and there is absolutely no possibility that there will be a second one, but no matter how he looks at it, Meng Hao’s wooden sword is exactly the same as the thing in his memory, but it appears. Two...
Meng Hao looked at Wang Tengfei in the sky, coldly snorted his middle right hand, and suddenly two ordinary flying swords flew out of the storage bag. As Meng Hao took a step forward, he immediately stepped on the two flying swords. Going up, flying directly with his body, this scene immediately caused the monks around the square to exclaim one by one.
"Only the foundation-building monks can fly, they all fly..."
"Senior Brother Wang has a magic weapon, he can fly up in a short time, this Meng Hao... he did not hesitate to consume aura, but took advantage of the power of a flying sword to rise up."
There was a murderous flash in Wang Tengfei's eyes, staring at Meng Hao. At this moment, he no longer thought about the wooden sword, no matter whether the wooden sword was the treasure or not, if it was not, Wang Tengfei would take it away if he saw it.
As the murderous intent spread, Wang Tengfei slapped his storage bag, and immediately a piece of yellow paper appeared in front of him. This is a talisman with complicated patterns painted on it, giving out bursts of spiritual pressure, and even more golden light. Han Zong's Fu Lu looks very different.
"Let me take out this treasure, you can be proud of Jiuquan." Wang Tengfei stared at Meng Hao, heartache very much. This talisman was the last magic weapon in his storage bag. After all, he paid for the wooden sword before. Almost all.
Not only was it a last resort, he would never take out this talisman. There were only three remaining displays of this talisman. With his cultivation base, he could only display it once. It was powerful enough to kill the Qi-condensing monks below the eighth level.
Looking at Meng Hao coldly, Wang Tengfei suddenly raised his right hand and waved forward. At the same time, he spouted a breath of spiritual energy in his body, and he even realized that his spiritual energy went straight to this talisman at this moment. The golden light of this Fulu was ten thousand feet away, and the mere light made Meng Hao who flew up into the sky shocked, and his whole body stabbed.
But at this moment, Wang Tengfei's complexion suddenly changed. He suddenly realized that his spiritual power was not enough... He even felt that the reason why his spiritual energy was not enough was because the spiritual energy in his body was being shattered all the time. Spread from the wound on the finger of his right hand.
It's just that he was furious by the appearance of the wooden sword before, and was rumbling in the mind of the two wooden swords. This was not noticed. At this moment, this talisman could not gather enough spiritual energy, even if he swallowed the pill, it was too late to replenish it. Instant consumption.
"Even if this talisman hasn't been completed, now it only has the power to kill the sixth layer of condensed Qi, and it is easy to kill you!" Wang Tengfei did not hesitate, and slammed the talisman, the talisman went straight to Meng Hao like a golden sun roaring. .
A life and death crisis suddenly appeared in Meng Hao's mind. At this moment of life and death, Meng Hao's eyes showed a strange light. At this moment, he was in the middle of the sky, and the dream of swallowing the dragon demon Dan Empress involuntarily appeared in his mind that day, that dream. The body of the ancient Yinglong in the reflection of the lake suddenly appeared in front of Meng Hao's eyes.
"The Sovereign of the Sky..." Meng Haofu was very spiritual, and closed his eyes. At the moment when the golden sun transformed by the talisman was approaching, the demon pill in his Dan Lake rolled, unexpectedly exploded with majestic spiritual power at this moment. Hao's whole body caused him to flick his sleeves forward with both hands.
The flying swords that had been swept around and lost contact immediately shuddered one by one, and galloped straight to Meng Hao. At the same time, in Meng Hao's storage bag, all the flying swords and various appearances left at this moment All of the magic weapons flew out, condensed with those flying swords into nearly a hundred treasures. When flying at this moment, this was not Meng Hao's own spiritual power, this was the power of the demon pill in his Dan Lake!
At this moment, this demon pill was induced for some reason, and it burst out instantly, causing nearly a hundred flying sword magic weapons to buzz. Like a force drawn by the infernal force, it instantly gathered together to form a... Ancient Yinglong!
It’s just that this dragon looks vague, and outsiders can’t see it. Even Wang Tengfei has lost his blood of inheritance at this moment. Only Meng Hao knows its charm, especially the two wooden swords, which have become this magic weapon. The sharp teeth of Yinglong formed a silent roar, exuding bursts of majesty in the sky, and went straight to the talisman.
The power of Yinglong was first revealed, and the power of nearly a hundred magic weapons was gathered. At this moment, they rushed to the talisman. The two touched together instantly. The roaring sound revolved around the entire backer sect, making the surrounding outer sect disciples deafening and retreating together. , Some people with low cultivation bases are even more dizzy.
Whether it is Yinglong or Fulu, even if it is only the first appearance, it is beyond the sixth level of Qi Condensation in scale, especially the collision between the two sides. Even the seventh level of Qi Condensation is scared. Only at the eighth level of qi can one fight.
The roaring sound circulates continuously, and the talisman that turns into a golden sun is rapidly dimmed, but the Yinglong composed of nearly one hundred magic weapons also began to collapse at this moment, fragmented, one, ten, one hundred... His flying sword was shattered into pieces, and a large number of miscellaneous magic weapons also turned into fly ash.
Until the sun transformed by the talisman was completely dimmed, and the moment the talisman slowly fell to the high platform below, the fuzzy shape of a dragon composed of nearly a hundred magic weapons completely collapsed, but... the two pieces of wood like the teeth of a dragon The sword rushed out violently at this moment, and flew straight to the pale-faced Wang Teng.
In Wang Tengfei's bloodless face, these two were about to pierce his chest and penetrate his heart, but at this moment, a light sigh came from Dongfeng.
"Okay, don't do everything." With the sigh, a gentle force appeared in front of Wang Tengfei, blocking the power of the wooden sword, and at the same time curling up Wang Tengfei's body backwards, until he withdrew from the high platform. Until he pushed it to the square, Wang Tengfei spewed blood, his eyes were dim, and there was still a daze in that dimness, with disbelief that he had lost.
At the same time, He Luohua's figure appeared on the high platform. Almost the moment he appeared, Elder Ouyang suddenly clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
"I have seen the head."
The disciples of the Waizong all around were shaking, and one by one immediately clasped their fists and bowed together.
Meng Hao was as pale as his face. The spiritual energy in his body had been exhausted. If it weren’t for the last moment that the Yinglong Demon Pill burst out of spiritual power for some reason, Meng Hao would not be able to hold on. At this moment, all the magic weapons in the storage bag were empty. For him, this battle, Extremely tragic.
Although he was a little unwilling to be content that Wang Tengfei was not dead, he also knew that since the head of the family came forward, it was impossible to kill Wang Tengfei today.
At this moment in silence, he fell down on the high platform, maintaining his body with his firm character, and took a few steps to pick up the talisman that belonged to Wang Tengfei that had fallen before, put it in his arms without hesitation, and then looked up. He Luohua.
"This battle, Meng Haosheng, from then on he is my backer, the third inner disciple." He Luohua smiled and nodded towards Meng Hao.
When this sentence spread around, everyone was silent. At this moment, their hearts were rolling, and all that appeared in their minds were scenes of Meng Hao's previous battle king taking off.
Wang Tengfei looked at a loss. After hearing this, he gave a tragic laugh, looked at Meng Hao on the high platform, and then at the people around him who seemed to have forgotten him. He was unwilling to do so, and he spouted blood again from his tragic laugh, and his whole body was in a coma. past.
Almost the moment he fell, Meng Hao bit his tongue fiercely, and after bowing to He Luohua, he immediately meditated cross-legged. Elder Ouyang looked at Meng Hao with no concealment of admiration, and it was a shot at this moment. A pill flew out from the storage and fell in front of Meng Hao. Meng Hao grabbed it and swallowed it in his mouth. Even though he was extremely exhausted at the moment and the flowers in front of him, he still insisted on vomiting and recovering. －－－－－－－－－－－－－It's convulsive, but there is no format... Modified, three chapters today!