Chapter 1085

Qin Lang's strength is stronger. Xueer's weapons are offensive. On the contrary, Hongye, who is weaker, gets armor weapons.

As soon as two people look at each other, the idea of touching each other appears. As the saying goes, practice is the only standard for testing truth. Only in this way can they test the strength of their weapons.

Later, Qin Lang poured murderous Qi into the blade.

Under his best control, these murderous gases can not only damage the red leaves, but also detect the defensive power of the inner armor.

After preparation, Qin Lang wakes up to Hongye.

"I'm going to do it. You have to be ready."

In the face of Qin Lang's reminder, Hongye learns from him and pours his strength into the silk inner armour.

The next moment, the silk inner armour has a faint blue light shining.

Seeing this, Qin Lang no longer had any scruples. He crossed the Western sword and rushed directly to the red leaf.

And just as the blade is about to touch the red leaf, Zhang Tiancheng in white suddenly comes to Qin Lang.

Palm to dark red Western knife a block, in an instant, surging waves from the two people contact place spread.

"Young, how can you have so many crooked eyes? The red leaf family has used it many times. If you waste it, what should he do in the challenge arena?"

Zhang Tiancheng's words are accompanied by waves.

After that, Qin Lang was directly bounced away by him.

After ten steps backward, Qin Lang just stopped.

Looking at Mr. Zhang with a heavy face, Qin Lang said with a light smile, "I can't blame it all. If you write the explanation before sending it to you again, how can I do it?"

At this time, Qin Lang looks like he's making a fuss.

Mr. Zhang is too embarrassed to say anything about this.

Just as he was about to explain to Qin Lang the wonderful use of these two objects, Xueer came over wearing a pure white gauze skirt.

"Grandfather Zhang, let me explain."

"The name of your sword is the blade of blood spirit. It was brought out of the valley of death by an elder of Tianshan gate. It is said that this sword once killed the strong man of Dao cultivation."

"The blood on the blade can just match your murderous Qi. If you use it properly, your strength will go up to a higher level."

"As for the silk inner armor on you, it was woven by an elder of tianshanmen who spent all his life. Its defense power is enough to withstand three fatal injuries."

"If Qin Lang just hit you, the defense attribute of silk inner armor will be reduced by 10%."

Qin Lang and Xueer listen to the explanation, the heart also to the young lady.

No matter from which point of view, these two things given by Xueer are the supreme magic weapon.

Even the demon praised these two things.

The demon said in a deep voice: "this woman didn't cheat you, especially the Dao in your hand. She said it well. This Dao has indeed killed the people who have been cultivated in Da Dao, and it's still a pretty good one."

"After that, the blade is endowed with the power to carry the soul."

"When you have leisure in the future, you can completely transfer the aura of the broken blade to this blade. In that way, your murderous Qi will be more powerful. If people of the same level want to fight against you, even if they come to 100, it won't help."

Qin Lang was shocked when he heard the demon talking about it.

This gift is too precious. Qin Lang never thought that Xueer was so generous.

He wanted to say some words of thanks, but Xueer stopped him directly.

"Don't I know you? Don't do anything useless. It's late. It's time for us to start. People in Tianshan gate are never late."

In this way, the party went to Fengtian city under the leadership of Xueer.

In the process of marching, Qin Lang passed through the endless mountains and the deserted desert.

After many dangers, Fengtian city finally appeared in front of them.

Compared with the overall gray tone of Mocheng, Fengtian city is composed of large and small white buildings. From a distance, it gives people a very clean feeling.

The two facilities at the gate of the city are even more uncanny.

This kind of feeling is completely absent in the state of Yan. After seeing this, Qin Lang also has a heart of admiration for Kunlun's craftsmen.If he can, he really wants to invite all these craftsmen to Yanzhou and change the city's style. In this way, some less developed cities in Yanzhou can become tourist attractions.

If it is true, Qin Lang, as the new commander of Yan state, is always thinking about the development of the country.

While he was meditating, a formation of hundreds of camels appeared in the eyes of Qin Lang and others.

The sand and dust brought by the camel when it was running quickly produced quite a huge momentum.

Looking from a distance, these camels are like engineering vehicles rushing into battle.

Xueer and Mr. Zhang see this behind the scenes, and they say it with one voice.

"The people in Baisha city are really annoying. Their achievements are not good every year, but they are more powerful than anyone else. They are really a group of guys who can only do superficial work."

Camel formation came to the gate of Fengtian City, a head wrapped in a white "bandage", wearing a white coat mustache came out like that.

When he got out of the car, a heartfelt obedience, directly prostrate on the ground, as his human foot pad.

When the two guards at the gate of Fengtian city saw this man coming down, they said with a genial smile: "two years have passed, the prince's world is still so romantic."

From the camel formation came the prince of the royal family of Baisha city. His strength may not be very good, but in their family, the role of combat effectiveness is far less useful than the ability of money.

If you look at the whole Kunlun City, Baisha city is synonymous with money. They control countless resources. They can get money naturally by selling it, and then use it to hire the strong. In this way, Baisha city is very large. Even the top forces like tianshanmen dare not rush to attack them.

Facing the flattery of the two guards, the prince was ready to say something boastful. Just at this time, a sneer suddenly appeared from behind.

"Who was I at that time? This is not the prince who was defeated in one round. Why, I was not satisfied last time. Do you want to experience this time? If so, I'll be happy to help you."

With the spread of words, a swordsman in black robe jumped down from the stone platform.

His name is Bai Liancheng. Since he was a child, Bai Liancheng's life has been very lonely. Whenever he walks through a place, people around him will regard it as a lonely star.