"Who is your Excellency?"

Feng Han's eyes narrowed into a line and he stared at the young man on the opposite side. A cold chill emanated from his body, making his momentum rise gradually.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was using his true colors. Feng Han hadn't seen him before, so naturally he couldn't recognize him.

Zhang Ruochen placed the body of Xuan Yuan Sword Master on the ground, took off his robe, and put it on the body.

Subsequently, he tightened the handle of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, staring at Feng Han with a very cold look, saying, "Are you the four disciples of Xuan Yuan Sword Master, or the sixth prince of the undead blood tribe?"

Feng Han carefully examined Zhang Ruochen. Although he could not see through Zhang Ruochen's realm, he could feel that his cultivation did not reach the semi-sacred realm.

A fearful monk, what fears?

Feng Han completely relaxed, licked his lips, and smiled: "To you, what is my identity, is it really that important?"

"of course."

Zhang Ruochen showed two rows of white teeth and said, "Because, your answer will determine your method of death. I hate a traitor more than the undead blood."

If so, Xuan Yuan Sword Master really fought a fair battle with Jiu You Sword Master, and eventually fell unfortunately. Zhang Ruochen's heart would not have such deep hatred and anger. In the future, at most, he will only go to Jiuyou City, and challenge his disciples to defeat Jiuyou Sword Master and win back honor for the Master.

After all, people will die.

A sword repairer, who was able to die in a high-profile decisive battle, has already been regarded as a vigorous ending.

However, the Master was not killed because of inadequate strength, but was assassinated by others. This is the true **** hatred.

Feng Han's mouth ticked off, revealing a disdainful smile, saying: "It seems you really hate me, I have already guessed your identity somewhat."

"Really?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Except for the disciple of Xuan Yuan Jian Sheng, who would hate me so much? You should be wearing the meteor stealth cloak of the youngest, otherwise, it would not be so fast, and it would be impossible to hide my five senses. , Followed here. "

Zhang Ruochen only stared at Feng Han coldly. Anyway, Master has passed away. Even if the world knows that Zhang Ruochen, who is passed on in time and space, is not a big deal.

Feng Han looked indifferent, saying: "Actually, no matter whether I am the sixth prince of the undead blood tribe or the four disciples of Xuan Yuan Sword Master, I am afraid that I ca n’t help me. Instead, I look at you. It's on the web. "

Immediately, Feng Han's finger pointed in the direction of Zhang Ruochen.

"Well."

The semi-holy of the four undead blood races, at the first time, cast their body skills and turned them into black shadows, encircling Zhang Ruochen, standing in four different directions, east, south, west, and north respectively.

In addition to Taixi Semi-Sacred, the other four semi-Saints of the undead are named Xin Feng, Xin Lei, Xin Yun, and Xin Yu, all of which are first-order semi-holy realms.

Among them, Xinfeng Semi-Holy and Xin Lei Semi-Holy have the highest cultivation, reaching the peak of the first-order semi-holy.

The practice of Xinyun half-holy and Xinyu half-holy is the middle period of the first-order half-holy.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the four sages of the undead blood race, still looking extremely calm, and said, "Whether you're throwing yourself in the net, you still have to see if you have that ability."

"A monk in a fish and dragon realm dare to be so arrogant in the presence of the half-saints of the undead. The old man can clean you up with just one hand."

Xin Yun Bansheng looked rather angry and took a step forward.

Immediately, a blood-red streak appeared on the surface of his skin, and a powerful sacred air flowed out, and the black robe shattered into pieces, turning into black pieces of large palms and flying away. .

On the back of Xin Yun's half-sacred body, a pair of more than ten meters of meat wings quickly unfolded, revealing the true body of the undead blood.

At this moment, the area of ​​dozens of miles was blowing a **** wind. The trees in the jungle kept swaying, making noises.

Feng Han's hands were clasped on his chest, and one group was ready to watch the show, saying: "Xin Yun is half-sacred, be careful. Although this person's cultivation does not reach the semi-sacred realm, the speed of asana is astonishingly fast. You thousands Don't capsize in the gutter. "

"The six princes can rest assured that a monk in a fish and dragon realm must have his hand caught."

Xin Yun's semi-holy man apparently did not put a human ant in a fish and dragon realm in his eyes. There were a total of six semi-holy undead sacred men in the field. Even if he was fast, it would be of no use, but it was just a cricket.

With the wings on his back, he fanned back a bit, Xin Yun Bansheng used the wind strength to cast himself, and rushed out like lightning.

In the semi-holy realm, it struck a distance of dozens of feet in an instant, appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen, stretched out a huge hand, and grasped it with Zhang Ruochen's right shoulder.

Zhang Ruochen was in danger and stepped back.

"Wow!"

Five sharp claws dragged a three-foot-long flame of light, forming five red-red claw marks, flying past Zhang Ruochen's chest.

"This kid is really fast."

Xin Yun Bansheng was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that his own attack would fail.

Just when he was surprised, Zhang Ruochen slashed out with a sword at a faster speed, dragging out dozens of sword qi, turned into a sword rain, and hit Xin Yun's chest.

"Holy Soul Realm."

Xin Yun's semi-holy battle experience is very rich, and the reaction is naturally extremely rapid. When he notices that it is not good, he immediately releases the realm of holy spirit.

At the same time, his arms were raised, one block forward.

Xin Yun's half-sacred arms are wearing two ancient black arms. As the holy air was injected into it, the two guard arms made a gurgling sound, and a ray of blood-red light emerged, like a dense cobweb, interwoven into a blood-red shield of ten meters in length, blocking it in front of it.

"Well."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword was very powerful and smashed the blood-red shield and hit two black armrests of Xinyun Bansheng, striking a large spark.

On the sword, the powerful force that broke out flew Xin Yun half-holy Zhen to a distance of thirty feet before falling to the ground again, and his feet completely fell into the ground.

With the feet as the center, the sound of cracks on the ten-square-foot ground made dozens of slap-like ground cracks.

Xin Yun's half-sacred arms were painful and shivering, and blood was flowing under the black armguards.

In his eyes, there was a look of horror, saying: "How can a monk in a fish and dragon realm be so strong?"

Not far away, Feng Han's eyes shrank slightly, revealing a look of surprise, apparently did not expect that the young man in front of him could actually repel Xin Yun Bansheng.

In Yulong Realm, only one sword can be used to damage the first-order half-sage. I am afraid that only the nine realms selected by the human race can have such a mighty power.

Zhang Ruochen stood across the sword, still standing next to the body of Xuan Yuan Sword Master, saying: "The semi-sacred of the undead blood tribe is nothing more than this."

Feng Han's eyes froze, and he stared at the half-sages of the four undead blood races, saying: "Xin Feng half-sacred, Xin Lei half-sacred, Xin Yun half-sacred, Xin rain half-sacred. This person suppresses. If anyone can capture him, the prince will reward him with the source of Xuan Yuan Sword Master. "

Only the body of the Holy One can cultivate the Holy Source.

The sword of Nine You Sword Saints beat Xuan Yuan Sword Saint to the soul, but the sacred source in the body is intact.

A semi-holy, if he can fully refine a holy source and absorb the holy spirit and knowledge from the holy source, there is at least a 50% probability that he will become a holy.

There is no semi-holy source of the Holy Source, and not one out of a hundred can be sanctified.

Holy source is a shortcut to sanctification.

It can be seen that the birth of a sacred source is so attractive to the half-sage, even if it is a desperate fight, it must win.

The four undead half-sages showed a greedy look, their eyes completely turned blood red, and they stood in the darkness, looking horrified.

Feng Han once again commanded: "This place is very close to Liang Yizong. You must make a quick decision."

Xin Feng, the four and a half sages, said, "The six princes rest assured that our four brothers will join forces, and this son will surely die."

The four halves of the undead are standing in the four directions of Zhang Ruochen, while releasing the realm of holy spirit.

"Wow!"

Four layers of blood-red light mist spread quickly and looked out from a distance, forming four holy **** in the shape of eggs.

Soon, the four realms were united, and a loud noise was made. The gravity in the realm increased tenfold again, reaching the strength of the second-order semi-holy sacred soul realm.

The four great sages fully mobilized the power in the body, so that the square circle of hundreds of miles ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ was completely wrapped in a cloud of blood. The surrounding vegetation, once in contact with the blood gas, immediately made a gurgling sound, quickly withered, and became dead.

Xin Yun's face was rather stingy, staring at Zhang Ruochen in the center, and said, "With a thousand times gravity suppression, can you still be that fast?"

Zhang Ruochen looked at the horoscope combination in front of him, glanced at Xin Yun, and said, "If you try, don't you know?"

After Xin Yun had suffered a loss, he stopped being fooled, and snorted coldly: "It's already in the combined attack mode, your kid is still pretending to be the same, big brother and second brother, let's throw out his hands and feet. Sister, you stay and control the formation. "

Xinfeng Half-Sacred, Xin Lei Half-Sacred, Xin Yun Half-Sacred turned into three blood-colored figures and attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

Because Zhang Ruochen had previously injured Xin Yun and half-sage with one sword, the three major half-sages did not look down on him and shot with all his strength, aiming to kill in one hit.

The white-bone sword in the hand of Xinfeng Bansheng is polished from the bones of a seventh-tier brute. Inside the blade, there are 376 inscriptions burned, and after decades of sacrifice, it finally turns into a very powerful sacred artifact with hundreds of patterns. Enable new URL