Chapter 142

I've seen it before!

Yi Xiaofeng was convinced.

This guy really doesn't miss any chance to pretend to be forced.

The faces of all the experts in dachanzhou are green.

All the surprises in their hearts turned into curses.

Nanqin venerable also heard the corner of his mouth twitch, and he felt that he had also been stepped on.

The reputation of the sword Saint also has his contribution.

The audience called 666.

"Worthy of you, script king!"

"It's too special. I can't even watch it!"

"Xiao Wuming: when people ask, your answer is, why step on us again?"

"The art of language has a lot of information."

"See clearly, this is Yi Xiaofeng in the future."

"Wang rushen: you can pretend more than I can!"

……

There was silence on the top of the mountain.

Yi Xiaofeng wants to cover his face, but in the current scene, he must stand tall and show self-confidence.

Han Yuan trembled with excitement and looked at Bai Hongxiao with stars.

If there were no outsiders nearby, he would probably kneel directly.

Zhou Shaojun narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang rushen turned slowly and looked at Bai Hongxiao.

Boom!

A terrible momentum broke out from Wang rushen. It became invisible and tangible, forming an air column breaking through the clouds. It was extremely shocking.

Sword tomb mountain trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

The rubble at Yi Xiaofeng's feet was rocked up.

What a terrible momentum!

If Bai Hongxiao were not nearby, Yi Xiaofeng felt that he would be pressed to lose his combat effectiveness.

Tens of feet apart.

The king stood there like a God, just like the only true God in heaven and earth, arrogant and detached.

The venerable of the southern Qin Dynasty was moved.

What kind of cultivation is this?

Han Yuan's expression also froze.

Facing the arrogant king like God, Bai Hongxiao did not change his face.

He slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and whispered, "you also win the sword for your disciples. Why don't we give it to them to compete."

Wang rushen looked down at Bai Hongxiao and said, "are you afraid?"

Bai Hongxiao's right hand shook slightly.

Yi Xiaofeng caught this small detail and was speechless.

He didn't think Bai Hongxiao was afraid.

"Must fight?" Bai Hongxiao asked expressionless.

"You can declare in public that your sword is not as holy as my king, so you can not fight."

"I'm not as good as you."

"Then give up the demon sword."

"Alas, that's all. This sword belongs to my disciple. It's for the good of the world."

Bai Hongxiao said, and his body began to take off.

He accepted the challenge!

Wang rushen disdained to smile and followed him into the sky.

They rushed into the thunder cloud and disappeared into the public's view.

Yi Xiaofeng secretly said it's a pity.

I also want to see the battle between the two first in the world.

But on second thought, the war of transforming God will affect them if it is too close.

Yi Xiaofeng took his sword and walked to jiujianyao, followed by Han Yuan.

The venerable nanqin didn't walk, but stayed where he was and said, "little master, that boy has the same generation as you. It's up to you."

Yi Xiaofeng waved his hand and was not angry.

If the southern Qin emperor dares to fight, it is estimated that Wang rushen will bring justice and punish him.

Zhou Shaojun pulled out his sword and said with a smile, "do you two friars who build the foundation dare to grab the sword with me?"

Boom——

The thunder clouds above began to surge violently. It was obvious that Bai Hongxiao and Wang rushen had stood up.

Yi Xiaofeng sent a message to Han Yuan and said, "consume it later. When the demon sword breaks out, you can hold him down. I'll move over and draw the sword!"

Han Yuan nodded slightly.

The master and apprentice walked side by side.

On the top of the mountain, a crowd of experts are the audience, and thunder clouds roll overhead. At this time, this scene makes people's blood boil.

At least Yi Xiaofeng is excited.

Golden elixir!

Although he is only the cultivation of building the second floor of the base, he is confident enough to challenge the master of the golden elixir realm.

Zhou Shaojun suddenly threw his sword.

The blade of the sword divided into two sword shadows. The three swords flew together and killed Yi Xiaofeng.

Very fast!

Yi Xiaofeng and Han Yuan quickly dodged and killed Zhou Shaojun from different directions.

Zhou Shaojun waved, the two swords separated, turned around and chased Yi Xiaofeng and Han Yuan, and his sword quickly flew back to his hand.

Yi Xiaofeng's speed is not as fast as Zhou Shaojun's sword shadow. He turns around with a sword.

Sword burst!

Boom——

The shadow of the sword was cut and blasted, and the ground was cut into a gully ten feet wide.

Zhou Shaojun raised his eyebrows and wondered, "how can this boy have such a powerful sword spirit?"

Sure enough, the swordsman's disciples are by no means mediocre!

Han Yuan was faster than Yi Xiaofeng and quickly killed Zhou Shaojun.

Qiang!

When the two swords hit each other, Zhou Shaojun stopped Han Yuan from flying out with his strength. He danced his sword quickly, surrounded by the shadow of the sword, like a blooming lotus, which was dazzling.

Han Yuan also uses his sword technique, which is gorgeous and natural.

When the two fought fiercely, friars and monsters came from all directions.

"The demon sword is there!"

"Come on! Grab the demon sword! "

"The sword saint and the king are not here!"

"Is that the demon sword? There seems to be something wrong... "

"First come, first served!"

The friars and monsters were all excited at the sight of the demon sword, like the sea, surging away.

Yi Xiaofeng was frightened.

There are too many people!

There are at least four or five thousand monks alone, plus monsters

The most important thing is that there are a steady stream of monks and monsters coming from the bottom of the mountain.

Yi Xiaofeng rushed to the demon sword quickly.

Zhou Shaojun stood in front of the demon sword and drove Han Yuan back again and again.

He dared not leave the demon sword, so he was a little tied up in the battle.

Han Yuan is not Zhou Shaojun's opponent. He has been injured only a few rounds, but he is agile. It is difficult for Zhou Shaojun to kill him.

Yi Xiaofeng uses the pure Yang five sword formula to kill. The five sword shadows hit like a storm, and the domineering sword Qi swept the ground rocks along the way.

Zhou Shaojun kicked Han Yuan and turned to dance his sword. The blade drew three circles around his body. His spiritual power burst out to form a light shield to protect Zhou Shaojun.

Boom——

Yi Xiaofeng's sword Qi hit Zhou Shaojun and was blocked by his light shield.

Zhou Shaojun was like Mount Tai, motionless. He squinted at the two armies of human demons coming from all directions, looking dignified.

Yi Xiaofeng rushed, the sword Qi was offset, but he didn't stop.

Whew! Whew! Whew

The sound of breaking the air came, and Yi Xiaofeng immediately avoided.

Turning his body in mid air, he saw more than ten darts coming.

Some experts in the golden elixir realm and big demons came first.

Jiujianyao suddenly cast the spell. Yi Xiaofeng, Han Yuan and Zhou Shaojun were caught off guard and flew out by his spiritual power.

The friars flying with the imperial sword were blocked by an invisible light mask and could not get close to the altar.

Yi Xiaofeng fell to the ground and rolled on the ground for several times to stabilize his body.

He looked up and saw a famous monk and monster flying out by the Dharma array of the altar. The scene was very spectacular.

Yi Xiaofeng felt murderous and turned to look.

A man in black took his sword and killed him. He walked quickly, like a ghost.

Yi Xiaofeng jumped up. Just about to make an action, a magic Qi suddenly appeared on the left and right sides. Two figures appeared in the magic Qi and stabbed him with a sword.