Gai Tianwang camp.
In the military tent, everyone was drunk and the atmosphere was intense, gradually reaching its peak.
"Your Majesty, there is no joy in the army, please allow the gladiatorial fight!"
A military general who seemed to be drunk came out and drank loudly.
"good!"
"Delicious!"
The so-called gladiatorial fights are naturally similar to the nature of martial arts before the imperial court, but at this time the army is still brave, and life is a trifling matter, so it is easy to be bloody, and people often die in the fight.
However, the anti-kings present were all a bunch of big bastards. At this time, they hugged the beauties and clamored, obviously they liked to watch this.
"good!"
A gloomy look appeared in Xu Zongwu's eyes, but he immediately clapped his hands and said, "Come here! Set up the venue!"
"Subordinate Zhao Cheng!"
"Subordinates are easy!"
"I have seen Gai Tianwang, I have seen all the great kings!"
The two sword-wielding warriors stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the surroundings, and immediately focused on it. After a few laps, they suddenly roared and collided like fierce tigers.
Ding!
The two swords intersected, one sword broke, and the other pierced Yi Xing's body mercilessly.
The martial arts in the army are so simple and neat, one blow can determine life and death!
puff! Blood spattered, the beauty screamed, but the Anti-Wang in the tent didn't take it seriously, laughing loudly, and some took out thick jade wrenches, agates, etc. and threw them into the arena.
"The winner! Zhao Cheng!"
The waiter sang the name loudly, but Zhao Cheng gave a big salute: "Thank you for the reward, my lords!"
Then he bowed and retreated.
Seeing this, Xu Zongwu whispered a few words to an attendant, the attendant was startled, and then ran down quickly.
"Subordinates Xiang Yong and Hong Biao have met the King!"
As if they had been instructed, the next two swordsmen were attacking and defending, coming and going, and the fight was quite lively.
It's just that the anti-kings are fighting out of the mountain of corpses and blood, and there are constant battles and small battles. How can we not see this trick? Some nodded slightly, expressing their approval, while others showed disdain at the corners of their mouths.
"stop!"
A anti-king with red eyebrows and a tyrannical face just yelled: "So soft, like a bitch! Not good-looking, not good-looking!"
Pointing at Yong casually: "You! Step back! I have General Pan Feng! But I can use it to entertain you all!"
"Obey!"
From behind him, a strong man with a height of eight feet and the shape of an iron tower came out. His body was muscular and fierce, and he was a rare hero in ancient times!
"This person is the Red Eyebrow King, the most cruel and easy to kill!"
The low voice of the Madonna of Red Lotus came from Wu Ming's ear, and when he turned his head to look, the girl's cheeks were flushed, she seemed to be overwhelmed with alcohol, and she became even more charming.
"start!"
A soldier next to him shouted, Pan Feng sneered, and immediately opened his big hand like a cattail fan, and grabbed Hong Biao.
"Ah! The Great Nine Styles of the Breeze!"
This Hong Biao obviously also knew that it was a critical moment, so he let out a loud shout, his speed increased sharply, and a hazy brilliance appeared on his sword, obviously using some secret method.
Whoosh!
The sword energy fell like a plum blossom, bringing blood spots on Pan Feng's body, but it could only penetrate a few points into the flesh, and immediately seemed to be strongly resisted, unable to advance an inch.
"Haha... Are you tickling someone?"
Pan Feng was drenched in blood, but he laughed wildly, like a demon king in hell. Some of the Meijis present were already trembling with fright.
"caught you!"
Suddenly, Pan Feng turned around and firmly grasped Hong Biao's hands with his big hands, with a sinister smile on his face.
Karma! Karma!
As soon as his black iron-like palm was pressed hard, Hong Biao screamed continuously, his wrist broke, and the steel sword he was holding fell to the ground.
"Get up!"
Pan Feng made a posture of the overlord holding a tripod, and lifted Hong Biao high, blood flashed in his eyes, and he tore it violently!
Bark!
In the middle of the air, blood gushed like a spring, and two pieces of human body fell, flying with flesh and blood and internal organs.
"ah!"
This scene immediately filled the camp with screams, and even several women turned pale and fainted, and there was a faint smell of incontinence.
"Haha... How about it, my general Pan Feng Keyong?"
The Red-Browed King laughed loudly, as if he didn't pay attention to Xu Zongwu's ugly face at all, and suddenly turned his eyes, pointing at Wu Ming behind Han Hulin: "Does this Taoist dare to compare with my general?"
In the eyebrows, there is a look of provocation and disregard for human life.
"Hehe... Brother Chimei was joking!"
Although Han Hulin was also laughing, his eyes turned cold: "The Taoist priest is my honored guest, how can he be humiliated like this? If there is something that offends my brother, I will punish you with three glasses of wine, that's all!"
"Three glasses of wine?"
The Red-Browed King smiled coldly, and said loudly: "It's fine if you don't come to Sanmao Xiaodao, how about you just send me the beauty in red behind you? My family Pan Fengshan is able to protect the daughter, but it's... hehe... hehe..."
In the words, there is a sense of obscenity.
'Um? Could it be... a temptation? '
Wu Ming held the wine glass, his eyes moved slightly: "It's just that the other party's target is me? Is it Han Hulin, or the Madonna of Red Lotus? Is there a figure of a reincarnation behind?"
Han Hulin finally couldn't even maintain the smirk on his face, and became completely gloomy.
But it is quite clear that this place is a military camp with a large number of generals, and under the suppression of the military spirit, all Taoism and supernatural powers will be greatly reduced.
In such a state, even real people might not be able to defeat ordinary warriors, let alone that murderous Pan Feng
"What? If you don't want to, just send the beauty to me!"
The red-browed king laughed loudly: "Brother, I would like to advise you, Hulin, there are many scammers in the Jianghu, so don't fall for it at will!"
"Since Your Majesty is like this, Pindao can only try his best!"
Wu Ming stood up, but smiled slightly, stopping Han Hulin's movements.
"Okay! Pan Feng, treat this 'True Monarch' well!"
The red-browed king applauded, while Pan Feng smiled ferociously and made a gesture of suicide.
"Very good, Guren, you go!"
Wu Ming pointed casually, and the Madonna of Red Lotus stayed there immediately, her cherry lips slightly opened.
If she was a real celestial master, she might be able to forcibly suppress her luck and cast spells to kill Pan Feng, but she is a second-level cultivator, and Maoshan Dao supernatural powers are most afraid of the evil spirit of the army. I am afraid that she is really a weak woman .
'what happened? Is this little Taoist going to take the opportunity to harm me? '
When the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus was in doubt, Wu Ming smiled slightly, and a small white gold gourd fell into his hand: "I borrow this treasure from you temporarily, and come back after killing Pan Feng!"
In the words, he was full of confidence, and secretly transmitted a few formulas.
To be honest, what is Wu Ming's status in this kind of provocative competition? Regardless of victory or defeat, it was almost a loss at the end of the game, and he lost his value for no reason, so he immediately found an errand runner.
If Bai Yulian was present, maybe she would have been called, but the same is true for the Madonna of Red Lotus.
"Follow the law!"
The Madonna of the Red Lotus listened, but her eyes brightened, and she entered the stage delicately and weakly: "Please, General Pan!"
The rest of the anti-kings were startled, and then the whole room burst into laughter.
They had never seen the methods of the Madonna of the Red Lotus, and they only thought she was an ordinary woman. Only Xu Zongwu stared at the gourd in the hands of the Madonna of the Red Lotus, and his face flashed thoughtful.
"Haha... With such a beauty, the battlefield should be in the boudoir, and you, Han Hulin, are left alone!"
The red-browed king was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Don't play to death!"
"Obey!"
Pan Feng laughed loudly, and suddenly pounced, roaring like a huge bear.
"Hurry up like a law! Kill!"
With the strong wind blowing in her face, the Madonna of Red Lotus gritted her teeth, held the gourd, circulated her mana, and recited the mantra.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a brilliant starlight emerged from the seven-kill gourd, and with the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring, seven silver-white sword lights flew out like a long dragon.
"what?"
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, soaring straight up to the sky, and the extremely condensed Gengjin Qi makes the surrounding people's faces change again and again.
"ah!"
Puchi! Puchi!
The seven sword lights surrounded Pan Feng several times like a swimming dragon, and his screams were heard from time to time, and they all returned to the gourd after some time.
Pan Feng maintained the pouncing posture, standing in the field, but the expression on his face was quite strange: "I..."
As soon as he uttered the word, one of his hands fell off, followed by another piece of flesh and blood, clatter! In an instant, his whole body was scattered all over the ground like building blocks.
Hiss!
This scene was quite terrifying and ferocious, and many eyes immediately focused on the gourd in the hand of the Red Lotus Virgin Jade.
"This... the winner of this game... under the command of King One Eyebrow, the Madonna of the Red Lotus!"
The ritual officer's voice was also trembling, as if he couldn't believe it, but also was a little scared, and he stammered.
The Madonna of Red Lotus gave a blessing and returned to her seat. No matter which direction the Seven Killing Gourd was aimed at along the way, vigilance appeared on the faces of the people in that direction.
"Thank you Zhenjun for bestowing the treasure, and return the original!"
The Holy Mother of the Red Lotus held the gourd respectfully, but her heart was still bleeding: "What a magic weapon!" It's really a magic weapon, these seven flying swords can kill grand masters and great masters, and they are not afraid of the evil spirit of the army. They are simply several times better than the red lotus demon king I sacrificed! It's a pity that this heartless person only lends me for a while...'
But compare your heart with your heart, even if she gets this treasure, she will definitely hide it like a lifeline to protect her body, and will not let anyone take a look at it.
Although she deliberately withheld it, those thorny gazes still made the Holy Mother of Red Lotus shudder and made the right choice.
"good!"
Wu Ming put away the gourd, facing other searching and awe-inspiring gazes, he had an aura as deep as the sea, suppressing the heavens and everything, standing still.
…
"how?"
A woman next to Song Jin asked, "Are you sure?"
"A magic weapon is nothing more than a dead thing. If you can refine this magic weapon, it seems that this person is indeed a celestial master...I might as well!"
Song Jin sighed.
On the other side, Spear God Li Zizai's expression is quite exciting: "This thing... seems to be my military weapon? And the power of star life, is it true that Sanmao Zhenjun is not a Taoist, but a member of my military family?"
Even though he is invincible with spears, he still has no idea if he wants to take the seven flying swords head-on.