The six countries and their "allies" had already had in-depth exchanges before the war, and Japan, as the most loyal vassal of the United States, naturally obeyed its words. One of the players who came to compete on behalf of Japan this time was undoubtedly Xue Ying, and the second was Yamamoto Yamamoto, the ink sword ghost ninja who had been casually killed time and time again by Shura using his novice sword. The "trash" in William's mouth refers to him. Although he is as weak as a reptile in front of Shura, he has the second strongest strength in Japan after all.
After receiving Wells's signal, Yamamotochi nodded quickly, then walked a few steps forward and shouted: "Japanese Country No. 2 - Yamamotochi, the Ink Sword Demon Ninja." After announcing his name, he jumped onto the arena.
The one on the stage cannot refuse the challenge of the challenger. If there are several people challenging at the same time, the one who comes to the stage first will be the first.
Xiao Tian looked at the stage coldly. He knew why Yamamoto Dao chose to take the initiative to challenge. Because as long as he can defeat his opponent, he will definitely designate himself as the next challenger, and then he will definitely face a wheel battle, and it will be an absolutely unbeatable wheel battle.
Among the crowd, he saw the indifferent Xue Ying, and saw a group of extremely powerful people who could only be seen in major media. This is a true gathering of strong men...and all of them are the kind of perverted strong men.
Xiao Tian gradually looked into the distance, and then his eyes were instantly attracted by a female figure.
It was a cloud-like woman, wearing a snow-like white dress, and her whole body was strangely shrouded in a faint white light and shadow, and her beautiful and slender figure was like a fairy veil. Her skin is as white as jade, her face as pure and flawless as ice and snow has a pair of extremely beautiful pupils, her nose is small and exquisite, her cherry-colored lips are plump and attractive, and her figure and facial features are all perfect to the extreme. The slender waist and stunningly long legs are wrapped in a faint white light and filled with a sacred atmosphere.
The most striking thing is that her hair is actually blue-purple, hanging behind her like blue-purple satin. She stood alone in the corner, looking divinely calm. Her presence attracted the attention of almost all men, but no one approached her to strike up a conversation. Because that kind of beauty is a beauty that cannot be desecrated.
Xiao Tian stayed there for more than ten seconds before he looked away with difficulty, secretly guessing her identity.
Only two of the players who came to participate were women, one was Xue Ying, and the other was her. She didn't make any movements or words, she just stood there silently, and the light faintly overshadowed Xue Ying's.
Who is she... and why is there no information about her.
"William, have you seen that beauty over there? Oh my God, she is so perfect, even the goddess in my dreams is far inferior to her."
"Well, I saw it a long time ago. Wells, you don't have any information about her?"
"...No. This is the first time I see such a perfect woman."
William frowned: "You don't know the information about such a woman, so her identity... is not simple to think about. Which country does she represent?"
Wells shook his head: "I don't know."
William: “…”
He glanced at the mysterious woman again, and in a daze, he felt a heavy pressure.
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City of Wind Soul.
Feng Xiao did not go to find the Demon Lord immediately, but teleported back to the lotus pond in the palace.
There were faint sounds of fighting in his ears, but he couldn't care anymore, and with Xiaoxiao here, he didn't need to worry too much. He summoned the demon refining pot, pointed the spout at the lotus pond in front of him, and quickly sucked up all the water in the pond. Then another column of water with a faint crystal light spurted out from the spout, and soon filled the lotus pond. Fill up.
A pool full of Yaochi holy water, Feng Xiao called out Xuanyuan, held Xuanyuan and immersed it in the pool, calling softly: "Wan'er, come back, let us fight side by side!"
The instructions for the empty Xuanyuan Sword clearly stated that it could not be repaired in any way. But any method is obviously limited to the world of reincarnation, and the holy water of Yaochi comes from the real heaven and does not belong to the world of reincarnation.
The moment the dim Xuanyuan came into contact with the holy water of Yaochi, a golden light shot out. Feng Xiao couldn't open his eyes, but he felt with joy that the surging power began to condense in his hands, and the power of Xuanyuan Sword was rapidly increasing. is recovering.
As the Lord of Xuanyuan, how could he not be familiar with Xuanyuan's power.
The water level in the pool is dropping rapidly, just like when the Kunlun Mirror was repaired - or even faster than that. In the golden light, Xuanyuan Sword greedily absorbed the power of Yaochi's holy water to repair itself, while at the same time releasing its kingly pressure and sacred aura.
"Ding! You successfully lifted the seventh seal of the 'Sealed Xuanyuan Sword'."
It only took three seconds to lift the seal, but restoring strength was an extremely long process for Feng Xiao at this time.
One minute…
Two minutes…
three minutes…
The Xuanyuan Sword is not the Kunlun Mirror. The latter was only destroyed, while the former was drained of all its power. As the most powerful force, the power required to fully recover is undoubtedly extremely huge. The holy water that had gathered an unknown amount of divine power was rapidly decreasing, turning into part of the Xuanyuan Sword's power.
five minutes…
Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound countless times clearer than the dragon's roar came from Xuanyuan Sword, and the dazzling sword light also reached its extreme at this moment, making everything around Yao dim.
Feng Xiao opened his eyes and looked at Xuanyuan, who had been held tightly in his hand. The dazzling golden light had no impact on his vision at all, and only brought him a familiar warmth. Countless stars slowly floated above the sword body, like stars over the moon, complementing each other with the sun hanging in the sky.
Suddenly, the loud buzzing sound and the dazzling golden light disappeared in an instant, and they were completely gone. At this moment, what Feng Xiao was holding in his hand was a huge golden sword, but the sword body no longer had any light. Feng Xiao knew that this was when Xuanyuan finally regained his strength and reached the highest state of returning to his original nature and restraining his divine power.
The mountains, rivers, grass, trees, sun, moon and stars drawn by both sides of the sword have now become extremely clear. Just the two sides of the sword encompass the entire world.
A slight trembling feeling came from Feng Xiao's hand. Xuanyuan Sword suddenly glowed with golden light again, and suddenly broke away from Feng Xiao's hand. Then, Xuanyuan Sword slowly transformed into the expanding golden light...
Feng Xiao covered his heart, feeling the warm familiarity in front of him, and slowly walked towards Xuanyuan.
"Wan'er..."
Following his soft call, the warm golden light finally condensed into the figure of a golden girl. She looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. She is wearing a golden palace gauze. She has a slim and graceful figure. Her golden hair is flowing naturally. Two white jade-like calves are exposed under the gauze. She lightly steps on golden hollow shoes, revealing her perfect crystal clear legs. Jade feet. The girl blinked her pure autumn eyes, then rushed forward, threw herself heavily into Feng Xiao's arms, and started crying.
"Wan'er." Feng Xiao hugged the girl who was willing to obliterate his own existence for her, enjoying the warmth and deep joy in his heart.
He finally brought her back.
"Woo...Brother Feng, Wan'er thought I would never see you again..." Wan'er shrank her body in his arms, crying like pear blossoms and rain, and soon wet Feng Xiao's chest. A big piece. This was the hardest time she had cried in her life, not because of sadness, but because of the deep happiness and joy. She knew that none of this was a dream, because she really hugged him tightly and smelled his scent.
She originally thought that she would disappear forever, and that she would never see him again. The last short period of time with him would be the last and most precious memory of her life. But... she came back, and the last seal of Xuanyuan Sword was completely lifted. She knew that he must have gone to the heaven that was originally impossible to reach for her own sake.
"Brother Feng, Wan'er misses you so much." Wan'er shrank her body into his arms again, as if she wanted to rub her whole body into him. At this moment, his arms only belonged to her.
The hand that had been caressing her back suddenly slowly moved down and pressed on her soft buttocks. Xuanyuan Wan'er's face was stained with a lovely red glow, and even her cries were much quieter, thinking that he was going to Doing sexy things without any thought of resisting or struggling. But that hand raised high and slapped her high buttocks hard.
Wan'er was in pain, raised her little face full of tears, and looked at him pitifully: "Brother Feng, Wan'er won't dare to do it again in the future, please hit him gently, okay?"
"No!" Feng Xiao hardened his face, and then slapped her butt hard, causing Wan'er to cry out. "Who told you to be disobedient! How dare you lie to me, I..."
"Oh... Wan'er doesn't dare anymore. Wan'er deceived Brother Feng that time, please forgive Wan'er..." Xuanyuan Wan'er buried her head in his arms again, with tears still on her face. There was a burning pain in her buttocks, but what she felt was not pain, but a kind of happiness that almost made her melt.
"Wan'er... have you ever thought that although you can save Yao'er by doing this, but if you sacrifice you, will I be truly happy in this life? If I fail to bring you back this time, I don't even know myself. ...Don't be so stupid in the future, okay?" Feng Xiao hugged her tightly and said distressedly.
Wan'er's body in her arms started to tremble slightly. With a choked voice, she said softly: "Brother Feng... Wan'er, is Wan'er really worth your lifetime of sorrow?"
"Of course it's worth it. If Wan'er is not by my side, I will feel as if I have lost something important. How can I be truly happy?"
"Oh...Brother Feng, why are you so nice to Wan'er..."
Feng Xiao shook his head slightly, held her little face with both hands, and said pityingly: "How can the kindness I treat you be compared to the kindness you treat me Wan Yi. Wan'er, I know you have a lot of things to do. Ask me, but now that the Demon Lord is back, Tianlong Continent is suffering from a great crisis, so although you have just come back, we must stop the Demon Lord first."
"Yes, I understand." Xuanyuan Wan'er stood up straight and wiped away the tears on her face: "Wherever brother Feng goes, Wan'er will go, and we will not separate even a step."
"The opponent is the Demon Lord, aren't Wan'er afraid?" Feng Xiao asked with a smile. Although they only have the same name, the word "Demon Lord" has already carved an indelible shadow in Wan'er's heart.
Xuanyuan Wan'er shook her head and smiled: "How could it be possible? Don't say that he is not the demon king who once destroyed my home. Even if he is, I will not be afraid. Because now I am Xuanyuan, and Xuanyuan is me. There is no one in the world. There is a demon that Xuanyuan cannot kill. And with Brother Feng here, Wan'er is not even nervous."
"Well! Let's go then! Wan'er... It feels so good to have you by my side." Feng Xiao turned around and called out the demon refining pot.