Chapter 1988

Brush and pull.

The black one, Kunpeng's fierce sword Qi, drew a beautiful black sword flower in front of Yang Xu:

"I only need this sword Qi to deal with you. If you can force me to use other moves, congratulations. If I lose, your arm will be saved."

Hiss

The crowd around made another sound of sucking cold air:

"The boy's tone is too big! You don't need the second sword to deal with five elders and six elders?"

"Use other tricks, even if he loses? He's not as arrogant as he is!"

No accident.

Yang Xu's undisguised provocation and ridicule.

Sure enough, he directly ordered the five elders and six elders opposite to explode completely:

"Die!"

Buzz!

The momentum of the five elders broke out, rolling energy, and madly poured into the Jianghai cup in their hands.

in a twinkling.

The blue Jianghai cup magic weapon is a masterpiece of light.

In an instant, he rose up in the air and turned into a blue tornado storm in the void above the five elders.

Massive torrents roared and rolled with the rotation of the storm.

Its huge energy makes the space within 100 meters seem like an "air earthquake".

On the side of the six elders, the green wings behind them release a bright green brilliance.

The dense light flickered, roaring!

A wooden dragon formed by thousands of leaf veins is tens of meters long, the bucket is thick and thin, and the whole body is wrapped around the green divine awn. It shakes its head and tail and emerges.

The six elders stepped on the wooden dragon and the green light flashed in their hands. The endless green leaves made a green flying sword.

The murderous eyes directly lock Yang Xu:

"Kill!"

Hiss!

The wooden dragon soared into the air and drew a green light as fast as lightning.

In an instant.

The sixth elder stepped on the wooden dragon and rushed to Yangxu. The green sword in his hand stabbed Yangxu straight in the middle of his eyebrows.

"Fool!"

"Two big fools!"

Old man fenglongtian is already jumping and scolding them:

"Thank you for being an elder of the Phoenix family. You are hundreds of years older than Yang Xu. Why can't you be so calm?"

"Being provoked by others at will, you lose your square inch and your feet are in a mess? This is the great taboo of combat. Do you know ~!"

Feng Longtian now has completely lost confidence in the IQ of the fifth and sixth.

No wonder they have been crushed by the four elders for so many years.

Maybe it's not that they don't have a chance.

But their IQ is not enough. They can't play four elders at all.

With such disappointment, old man fenglongtian looked at the six elders and urged Mulong to kill Yangxu.

The old man couldn't help closing his eyes and couldn't bear to look down again:

Lack of intelligence, wrong combat strategy, and don't say it first.

Only the broken magic weapon in old five's hand and the broken leaf in old six's hand still want to fight with Yang Xu?

How many times as much as the two of you can take a Fabao out of someone's hand?

What's more?

Old man fenglongtian had already seen that the black sword Qi urged by Yang Xu was not as simple as it looked.

The monster totem flashing behind the black sword spirit vaguely makes master Feng Longtian feel familiar:

According to legend, Kun, the most extinct race among the 100 ethnic groups, should be somewhat similar to that illusion?

Is this a sword technique inherited from the Kun nationality?

If so.

The defeat of the old five and six was doomed from the beginning!

It seems to be testing the idea of old man fenglongtian.

In full view of the public.

All the people watched the six elders step on the miraculous wooden dragon, hold the jade sword and rush to Yangxu.

Seeing the thunder blow, he was about to pierce Yangxu's eyebrows.

At this point.

People looked in horror. Facing the assassination of the six elders, the human boy was still in the mood to laugh.

More Than This.

His words are even more amazing:

"It's agreed to take one of your arms, but your mouth is not clean. Take one more wooden dragon as punishment."

The moment when the voice didn't fall.

The six elders opposite suddenly changed their faces:

"No!"

He seemed to feel something, a great sense of crisis. It was like an avalanche, killing him.

Before he reacts.

Then he saw the rising sun opposite, and a cold and terrible sneer suddenly appeared on a beautiful and indifferent young man's face:

"Want to run now? Can you run?"

Poop!

A dull noise.

A stream of blood flew into the air.

One arm of the six elders, like an orphan who has lost his master, is flying in mid air.

Severe pain, like a storm, hit the six elders' brains.

meanwhile.

With the black sword flash, Yin ang ~!

The wooden dragon at the feet of the six elders also let out a miserable howl.

Boom.

Directly burst into sawdust.

Without the support of wooden dragon, the six elders who lost one arm fell from the sky.

People who had already been stunned by this scene suddenly reacted:

"No!"

"Save the six elders!"

Brush and pull.

They swooped down from mid air and caught the six elders when they hit the ground.

But at this time, the six elders were already pale, their bodies were shaking, and their momentum was as weak as a hairspring.

He was deeply hit by Yangxu!

Blood flowed everywhere at the broken arm, but the six elders murmured:

"It's impossible... It's impossible..."

Everyone felt a shudder when they saw the scene.

And now in midair.

But the five elders shouted angrily again:

"Hurt my sixth brother, take your life!"

The five elders shouted like thunder and launched a fierce blow.

In sharp contrast to him, Yang Xu's calm voice:

"Get back."

Hiss!

The black sword awn cut a nihilistic dark scar in the void.

Where you've been.

The space is split.

Along with them were the five elders, who were proud of their magic weapons:

Jianghai cup!

Boom!

The Jianghai cup, which incarnates the tornado storm, was originally impressive. It seems that a big mountain will be destroyed in an instant in front of it.

However.

Facing a wisp of Kunpeng's fierce sword Qi cut by Yang Xu, it is as fragile as paper paste.

With one touch, it will be cut in half:

Poof

The five elders all looked up to the sky and spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

The old face turned pale in an instant:

The magic weapon for their survival was so understated by the other party that it was broken with a sword.

How could he not be hit?

However.

What is more unacceptable to him is still behind:

"Take your arm, but your quarrel is not clean. Waste your magic weapon as punishment."

Yang Xu is like a god high above. He is sentencing. His voice is cold and indifferent as ice.