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"boom."
A huge pillar of flames soared into the sky, the Demon King’s scorching blow actually burned the rocks in the mountains to dust, while Zhuang Shaoyu was surrounded by the divine power wall and survived, blood spurted out of his mouth, and the long swords in his hand were already exhausted. The collapse can only urge the valley's divine power, and the purple gold fan is heavily blasted on the demon king's jaw.
"You must die if you trespass into the territory of the demon spirit clan."
The lower jaw of this demon king had been beaten into two pieces by a purple fan, blood flowed, but still roared ferociously, the flames gushing out from his body, instantly forming a burst of flames.
"Be careful."
Sikongyao exclaimed, her palms opened, and the profound strength of the ice Profound Jue was protected in front of Shang Qian.
Lin Muyu raised his hand with a sword, and the sword light cleaved the air waves bitterly, forming a wall, protecting the two people behind Shi Tianming and Liu Buyi.
Looking at Lin Muyu's momentum, Chen Hang couldn't help frowning again. This kid is not easy.
…
"Let's help Young Master Zhuang quickly." Shang Qian said with some worry.
Sikongyao stared at the scene of the battle between Zhuang Shaoyu and the Demon King with bright eyes, and slowly shook her head: "No, Brother Shaoyu hasn't displayed his true skills yet. This Demon King must not be his opponent. Besides, for a Saint Martial For respect, self-confidence and dignity are more important than life. If we help him, we are insulting Brother Shaoyu."
"But..." Shang Qian wanted to say something more, but Chen Hang on the side indicated that she didn't need to say more, just like Sikongyao said, true strong people have almost distorted self-esteem, especially this kind An unmatched fighting situation must not help him, otherwise it would be a great insult.
"Shoo, hoo..."
The purple gold fan constantly fought against the demon king’s claws, sparking golden rays of divine power, Zhuang Shaoyu almost raised his power to the extreme, the purple gold fan was fully opened with a “swipe”, and a small ball appeared around Zhuang Shaoyu’s body , Actually it is the Lingzhu of Law.
Lin Muyu was startled slightly, never thought that Zhuang Shaoyu's godhead was actually immortal casting. This law spirit orb can increase at least half of his skill. It seems that this demon king is about to die tragically under the hands of a saint martial-class powerhouse. .
"Wow..."
The Zijin fan smashed into a violent wind. This time, the power characteristics were completely different, and the ability of the moves to control the laws of the wind system was also greatly improved, and the destructive power contained in the wind strength was completely different from before.
"finally come."
Sikongyao smiled and said: "The dealer has four styles of Fengshen. The first style is strong winds."
Amidst Sikongyao's laughter, the Demon King let out a miserable cry. After his body was baptized by the violent wind, his scales flew up, blood surged, and it fell into the wind in an instant.
Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes were awe-inspiring, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and the purple gold fan flipped again, his figure resembling a fallen leaf in the violent wind, fluttering with the wind but in accordance with the laws of nature, when the purple fan was fanned again, the wind force seemed to be compressed. Condensed into the image of a cyan mad dragon, it rushed towards the demon king.
"The second style of Fengshen, the wind-wrenching dragon." Sikongyao's eyes jumped with excitement. Obviously, Sikongyao is so talented that he is far better than his peers in martial arts, so that when he sees Zhuang Shaoyu's four styles of Fengshen The unbearable excitement, I am afraid that if it weren't for Fengshen's unfamiliar knowledge, Sagong Yao would have learned it a long time ago.
Lin Muyu remained silent. If she had used the Qi Yao Stars to change just now, I am afraid that Yi Sikong Yao's temperament would definitely haunt her to study.
As the Storm Wind Dragon swallowed, there was a "click", and one of the Demon King’s arms shattered into a cloud of blood mist, which shows how powerful this Storm Wind Dragon was. The Demon King’s body was very tough. Even the Star Sword couldn't split it.
When thinking of the Star Sword, Lin Muyu couldn't help being a little silent, wondering where the Crimson Crystal Dragon sent the Star Sword. The soul of that sword is the old sword, but the Crimson Crystal Dragon has grown up and sensible. There are reasons of its own.
"Ho ho ho ho..."
The Demon King was already single-armed, but still roaring into the sky, the flames swelling, as if it would burst his body at any time.
At this moment, Zhuang Shaoyu's handsome face seemed more calm, and his eyes were full of confidence under the light of the fire. The purple fan lightly raised, and another storm flew up.
"It's the third style, tearing the world apart..."
Sikongyao opened her mouth wide and watched a soaring storm surge in the valley. This is the power that people in the mortal world should have. I am afraid that Zhuang Shaoyu will be able to destroy the entire mountain range with a single blow.
The Demon King was full of flames, assaulting in the wind blade.
"what."
Zhuang Shaoyu didn't expect the Demon King to have the power to fight back. The sharp corners of the Demon King pressed against his chest straight, and he was about to penetrate his heart.
"Asshole."
Zhuang Shaoyu stretched it horizontally, and the Zijin fan slashed down angrily, breaking the sharp corner with a "click", but the half-pointed corner of the Demon King was still pierced into his chest, there was a sound of bone fragmentation, and the ribs were about to be broken. A few roots, disastrously moved the ability of the Shattered Void, and jumped directly to several tens of meters away, the purple gold fan was raised, the fourth style, the dimensional chaos cut.
When I saw the purple Dimensional Wind Blade, Lin Muyu felt a little familiar. By the way, Feng Jixing’s Dimensional Wind Blade is also like this. It’s no wonder that Zhuang Shaoyu’s understanding of the wind law has reached the level of Feng Jixing. He will be hailed as the first person among the younger generation of the Tianji Empire, and his strength is beyond doubt.
"Ho ho ho ho..."
The force of the demon king’s impact has already spared the last life force, how can it withstand the impact of the dimensional wind blade, and the limbs were disintegrated into a pile of shreds in an instant, only the demon king The grade demon spirit stone glowed with dazzling luster among the pieces of meat.
"Brother Shaoyu, are you okay."
Sikongyao leaped over and supported Zhuang Shaoyu's back with one hand, so that he would not fall bleakly in the mud. When she saw Zhuang Shaoyu's face, she couldn't help being taken aback. At this time, Zhuang Shaoyu's face A piece of pale, big beads of sweat continued to flow down, in order to fight this demon king, he has exhausted all his strength, and even began to overdraw his life force.
"A Yao, I'm fine, take the demon spirit stone..."
Zhuang Shaoyu closed his eyes and gave a painful cry. The only thing he didn't forget was the demon spirit stone. It seemed that he valued the result of the game very seriously. Of course, Sikongyao's temperament was too wild, and ordinary men could not restrain it at all, Zhuang Shaoyu So many years of company has not been able to win Sikongyao’s heart, so... Well, win the game and get Shang Qian’s favor, and it is a perfect match, and if the bookmaker and the merchant unite strongly, the small half of the capital of Tianji City will be in two places. The home is in control.
"Remember the demon spirit stone."
Sikongyao pursed her small mouth, raised her hand to take the demon spirit stone from the air, put it into Zhuang Shaoyu's bag, and said, "I'm satisfied now, I can go to heal..."
"Ok… "
Zhuang Shaoyu's voice was faint, and suddenly he passed out unexpectedly.
"Brother Shaoyu, Brother Shaoyu."
Sikongyao was anxious, turned to look at Lin Muyu, and said, "He's dead... Hey, he's dead."
Lin Muyu's heart was running with a million grass mud horses, and a black thread said: "It's not dead, there is still aura, hurry up and take him to rest, he needs a rest now, Zhuang Shaoyu's cultivation base is so strong, the body can heal on its own. Very strong, as long as you rest, you can wake up..."
"Oh."
Sikongyao tentatively breathed, and said, "Liu Buyi and Shi Tianming, please help me and help Mr. Zhuang into the tent."
Shi Tianming was very upset, but Si Kongyao couldn’t help but listen. After all, he had experienced with others. Now that the three major players have injured two, he can’t just sit idly by, so he and Liu Buyi left and right. He helped Zhuang Shaoyu to rest.
…
Outside the tent, the sky was gradually lighting up, and another dawn was about to come.
Lin Muyu moved the branches to prevent the bonfire from extinguishing, embraced the Bing Yuan Sword, Jun Yi's body was indescribably lonely under the light of the fire.
"Young man."
Behind her, a sweet voice sounded. It was Shang Qian. She sat opposite Lin Muyu with her knees in her arms, and said, "You still don't sleep."
"If you can't sleep, Miss Shang Qian won't sleep." He still fiddled with the firewood.
"I can't sleep either."
Shang Qianxiu frowned and said: "We are a group of eight people, and you and Zhuang Shaoyu have the highest cultivation base in the North Ming Festival. Now that the young lord Zhuang has been severely injured, I am afraid that I will not be able to continue on the road within three or two days. We need to stay here for a few more days, and I'm afraid that the guard for the next few days will depend on you."
"Yeah, I know." Lin Muyu's language is very weak, Shang Qian is a very deep-minded woman, and in a few words he took Chen Hang, a powerful person at the Saint Martial King level, in fact, the strongest in this group. It should be Chen Hang who is taciturn. As for Zhuang Shaoyu, his strength is enough, but his ability to fight in battle is much inferior.
"Young man, can I ask you a question." Shang Qian asked.
"Well, miss, please." The jumping fire light shone on his face, with a sharp outline and perseverance.
"What was the martial arts you used to kill that demon venerable before."
Shang Qian paused, and said, "I can feel the destructive power of the domineering destruction, even Zhuang Shaoyu’s Fengshen Jue is dwarfed by it. Although Shang Qian has a low level of martial arts cultivation, each family has a great power. I know a little about the martial arts of the school. The martial arts of Young Xia is different from the mystery of Tianjizong, the dominance of Lei Yanzong, and the femininity of Tianjuezong. The little girl would take the liberty to ask, after all, Young Xia inherited from him. What door."
Lin Muyu was silent for a few seconds, staring at the jumping flames, and said: "I follow the master and only cultivate my state of mind. As for the specific martial arts, it is my own creation. There is no school and no school. The lady does not need to continue to ask."
"Oh."
Shang Qian touched her nose and didn't really continue to ask questions.
At this time, Shi Tianming appeared so diligently, “It’s about to dawn, I don’t know what soup Ms. Shang Qian would like to drink, there are a lot of wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains. The lady said what she wanted to eat, she would find it next time."
Shang Qian looked lonely: "Whatever you want."
With that, Shang Qian turned and headed for the tent.
Shi Tianming looked stunned: "Shao Xia, have I done anything wrong? Why does Miss Shang Qian always treat me indifferently."
"I do not know either… "
Lin Muyu smiled slightly: "Perhaps Young Master Shi should also learn to give up. Some things cannot be forced."
"No, I must get her."
Shi Tianming said proudly, full of confidence and didn't know where it came from.