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Episode 323

Bloody breath filled the entire Qitian Peak.

The crowd looked at the demonic constant fame, their eyes gradually frozen, and there was a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

Only ten days have passed since the **** battle ended.

During this time, the Yunteng Chamber of Commerce has become larger and Qi Tianfeng has also become a holy place for the cultivation of the Liuyun dynasty, but when it is deeply investigated, it is still in a state of recuperation, and its overall strength has not reached its peak.

The day of the **** battle was really tragic.

Three hundred thousand sergeants were besieged, three thousand Jingtian troops were raging, and Wu Jing's blood was slaying the killing ring. These caused countless warriors to die and lay dead Chen Shan, almost making Qi Tianfeng on the verge of extinction.

In the end, Chu Xingyun used the five Xuan-level spirit veins to condense fifty rays of immortal spirit, and only one sword broke into the air before he cut off the endless spirit and ushered in the hard-won victory.

With such huge consumption, for more than ten days, it could not be recovered at all, and even the injuries on the people were not healed.

The former battle has just disappeared, the latter battle is forcing, even the hard-blooded sergeant who has been through a hundred battles can't bear it.

What's more, the identity of the person who came is very terrifying. The presence of two sword masters and three Wanjian Pavilion geniuses can make the Liuyun Dynasty tremble.

"cut!"

Under everyone's attention, Chang Mingyang stepped forward again. At that moment, Jian Han was like water, and he came to Chu Xingyun in a blink of an eye. The palm trembles, and the sword fell like rain, like a silver awn in the sky.

The sky was full of swords, and the air of Yang Gang was mixed, making Chu Xingyun not dare to carelessly, the sword was out of the sheath, and a peerless sword shadow appeared in the void, tearing the void,

Qiang!

The two sword lights collided, the strong wind raged, and left a terrible deep mark on the ground. Each flowing sword light was so violent and fierce, blooming in front of everyone's eyes, stinging a pair of eyes.

"Ok?"

Chu Xingyun's heart condensed. In front of his eyes, there were two silver streamers flashing, as if transformed into an illusory shadow, floating indefinitely, passing by the sword light in the sky and rushing to his whole body.

Upon seeing this, Chu Xingyun's body backed away, just to condense his strength, the speed of the two silver streamers soared across his face, and suddenly the hot blood spewed out.

"Is this hurt?"

Chang Mingyang spit out a ridiculous voice, his eyes raised, full of sarcasm said: "That day, you are in the ten square gorges, how domineering, a sword cut off my right arm, at this moment, why are you so weak, Even my sword is difficult to resist? "

The thick Yang Gang's qi came along with the voice, and pressed on Chu Xingyun, causing him to spit out a spit of blood, the sword marks were sharp, and there was a trace of sword gas, which didn't enter his body.

Chu Xingyun's "Skills for Cutting and Quenching Body" has been cultivated to the third level, and has a rock body, but in the face of the erosion of Yang Gang's qi, it can't resist it, and it is broken instantly.

At that moment, those qi of Yang Gang flowed through the body and veins of the body, making Chu Xingyun's spirit sea chaotic, and it was difficult to control the spiritual power for a while.

Buzz!

The silver sword light condensed again, shrouded in the air of Yang Gang, and the broken spirit tore the air, condensed together in front of Chu Xingyun, and turned into a terrible silver and white sword shadow, piercing his arm straight away.

The rumbling voice sounded, and the sword shadow was about to fall on Chu Xingyun's body. In an instant, a purple and black gas burst out, vaporizing the Jiao shadow, and swallowing the silver and white sword shadow. .

Chu Xingyun's footsteps withdrew and fell steadily to the rear, above his forehead, already covered with dense sweat.

Changming is well-known as a genius disciple of Wanjian Pavilion. Swordsmanship has made rapid progress. If Wu Jingxue didn't shoot in time, the sword just now could be blocked, and he must be seriously injured.

The qi wave spread out in the space, the common name turned slightly, and fell back to its original position. His eyes were raised, looking at Wu Jingxue, who suddenly appeared, a cold color appeared on his face.

"You are not dead yet!"

Qin Qiumo also looked at Wu Jingxue, first surprised, and then sneered: "Wu Jingxue, I walked all the way, I heard a lot of news about your death, now, you suddenly appeared, and also rescued this thief It seems that you are not dying, but surrendering to him, willing to be a slave. "

"Seventeen years ago, you were willing to depend on the ancient stars and become slaves. Today, seventeen years later, you are still surrendering to others. Your life is so sad that you can never stand upright."

"How do I choose? It's not your turn to point your finger." Wu Jingxue snorted coldly, his halberd swept across, and eighteen black streamers flew across the sky, and landed firmly in front of him.

These eighteen streamers are all spiritual puppets.

However, the body of each puppet no longer releases the evil spirits, but surrounds the thick Yanggang Qi.

The arrogance of the breath has reached the triple heaven of the spirit.

In these more than ten days, Mo Wanggong did not begin to refine the three thousand Ling puppets, but used Tiangong Xuanyin and many precious stones to promote Jiu Sha Ling puppets into Sangang Ling puppies.

And Wu Jingxue can also use these eighteen gangling puppets to practise imperial puppetry in order to control the three thousand puppets in the future.

"The strength of Heaven's Spirit Realm, and dare to speak wildly, I admire your courage." Qin Qiumo continued to ridicule, gaze, but did not look at Wu Jingxue, directly ignored.

You know, he is the sword master of Wanjian Pavilion, and he has entered the realm of Yin and Yang.

"Do not talk nonsense to these people, just shoot them and kill them all." Chang Chixiao was impatient and turned to look at the two young people behind him, saying: "Qin Kong, Qin Xiu, you two also shot together , To kill those onlookers. "

"Yes!" The two youths responded immediately, and the scarlet blood sprang out of their bodies, and the light fell into their hands. They turned into two blood-colored cold swords, without a word, they rushed towards the side.

咻咻 咻!

The sword light shone so that everyone's eyes could not be opened. When the two young men shot, the bodies of the three Chang Chixiao also moved, fighting forward. The terrifying sword power alone made the crowd weak. resistance.

"War!" Wu Jingxue stared at the front, showing a fierce fighting intention, and rushed out first.

Eighteen San Ling Ling pups surrounded him like a sharp knife, facing the endless sword power, purple and black qi rumbling in the void, bringing the sound of whine and grievance, making Chang Chixiao and Qin Qiumo both feel The heart beat violently.

Wu Jingxue's practice of imperial puppetry didn't last long. It only lasted more than ten days, but he had mastered a trace of the essence, rushing to kill, fearless, and actually resisted the sword of two sword masters.

"Shoot together!"

Almost at the same time, Hua Yunhe and others also stepped out, and the light of the martial spirit bloomed and joined the battle.

Fangcai, all of them, felt the killing intention of Chang Chixiao, cold and terrible, even if the water of the five lakes was exhausted, it was difficult to wash it, and it was about to slaughter Qi Tianfeng.

This battle has been unavoidable.

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