Chapter 460

Jing Jiu looks dignified. His right hand is a sword. He forms an array with Chengtian sword technique, which is very serious and even like a great enemy.

How many people in the world can easily take the sword from him in this state?

Zhao Layue doesn't count.

Jing Jiu is right. In the sword technique of Qingshan Jiufeng, he is the worst of Chengtian sword. It depends on whether Gu Qing can improve in the future.

Of course, if he really wants to do his best, he can also compete with Xueji. After all, cosmofront is his own sword. But he felt very clear that the other party was only interested in the sword. More importantly, Wang Xiaoming was not far away with the burning sun flag. He must seize this opportunity.

After Xueji came to the field, the cloud like flames drew an arc in the air and floated towards her. The sky fire in the clouds no longer fell to qingtianjian, but bombarded her. The stream sometimes condensed into ice and sometimes evaporated into smoke. The red and hot stones were instantly frozen and cracked by the cold water. The scene was very chaotic.

The burning sun Fanming has a problem. The fire of Yanggang between the Fanming starts to attack Xueji by itself and no longer listens to Wang Xiaoming's will.

The cold wind rose slightly. Jing Jiu disappeared from his place and came hundreds of feet away. His right hand broke the air like a blade and cut at Wang Xiaoming.

He didn't use the seal of the emperor of the underworld, because it was still some time before he could fully exert his power, and he didn't use anything else to press the bottom of the box. He used his right hand.

When Qing'er said that Qing Tianjian couldn't be used to fight, Jing Jiu was puzzled and thought that it was a magic weapon of Tianjie that couldn't fight. What's the difference between that and broken iron.

So what does it mean to be a fighting magic weapon?

He wanted to try how much power he had restored by grinding his right hand from spring to autumn and then to spring.

The burning sun flag stood in front of Wang Xiaoming.

At this time, all the fire of Yanggang was attracted by Xueji. The burning sun flag is still a powerful magic weapon, but it can't stop this right hand.

There was only a slight sound of rubbing, and an obvious crack appeared on the flag full of black soul fire!

Wang Xiaoming showed an incredible look and thought how could this be possible!

The burning sun flag was connected with his painstaking efforts. The flag body was damaged, and his mind was also greatly impacted. He vomited blood with a puff.

With a dull hum, the devil's skill was rapidly transported. The flag rolled up huge waves along the edge and shook the well nine. At the same time, he sent him to the cloud and came to the high altitude in an instant.

There was a slight buzz and his clothes were light. Jing Jiu also came to the sky, just like Wang Xiaoming's shadow. He cut off with a sharp light with his right hand.

Wang Xiaoming's magic skill was really good. He drank hard, turned into several black smoke, forcibly took back the control of the burning sun flag, rolled up the fire breath in the clouds and blew it on Jing Jiu.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

The gloomy but burning clouds broke up and dispersed quickly.

The fire wall in the crack in the ground gradually fell down until it disappeared.

Two straight lines appeared at the beginning of the heavy thunder.

Before a line goes into the snow mountain, a line falls in the distance.

……

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There is a big pit in the distant wilderness.

Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes. The magic armor on his body had been broken into two parts. There was blood everywhere on his chest, and his face was as pale as paper.

Black smoke swirled around him. He suddenly opened his eyes and let out a howl like a wounded beast.

He could not imagine that at the most critical moment, the burning sun flag suddenly had a problem. He only knew that attacking the snowman who didn't know where to come from was to let Jing Jiu go!

He prepared for such a long time in order to win the blue sky mirror, but now he is in a mess and destroys a high-level magic weapon to protect his life. The most annoying thing is that even the burning sun flag has been pierced by Jing Jiu!

Although this crack will not have a great impact on the burning sun flag, how many people does he need to kill if he wants to refine it to perfection again?

What made him most angry and unwilling was why he was not as good as well nine?

He rushed out of the bottom of the pit holding the burning sun flag, so he would step into the air and continue to fight with Jingjiu.

When several rumors broke, Gao Ya rushed over with several Xuanyin sect elders. Looking at the picture in front of him, he hurried forward to stop him.

The leader suddenly disappeared from the altar. Then there was a change in the burning sun flag. They knew something had happened. As soon as the fire cloud of the burning sun flag dispersed, they rushed over. Who knows, they saw such a picture. Even though they were dissatisfied with Wang Xiaoming's behavior, these elders dared not do anything and begged him to leave quickly.

This is already the north foot of Lengshan mountain, which is very close to Baicheng. Today, such a big movement made by the burning sun flag is bound to disturb those decent and powerful.

If Zen Zi and others rush over and take advantage of the situation to take away the burning sun flag, isn't Xuanyin cult over?

When he left, Wang Xiaoming was so bitter that he looked at the snow mountain and thought that one day I would kill you!

Soon after the Xuanyin sect people left, the righteous strong came.

He Zhenren and Fengdao sect leader of Kunlun sect are here.

Standing in the clouds, they looked at the devastated wasteland and the collapsed snow mountain below, frowned deeply and thought what had happened here? Those melted stones should have been burned by the burning sun flag of Xuanyin cult, but who they are dealing with, there is no trace left Earlier. The fire in front of the snowy mountain went out. The burning sun flag was taken away by Wang Xiaoming. Naturally, the rootless fire can no longer burn, and the underground fires also return to the original place. Well nine stood up and wiped the ice and snow off his face. His face was a little pale. He looked into the distance and frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaoming still had a magic armor on his body, which was chopped to pieces by his sword, but he saved his life. Xueji still stood in place, looked down at the cosmofront in her hands and felt the breath above. The surface of her body melted a lot, and the clear water flowed to the ground and turned into ice in an instant, but she didn't seem to realize that she was seriously injured by the fire of Yang Gang of the burning sun flag, either because she didn't have any combat experience, or because in her original cognition, the Terran magic weapon like the burning sun flag could not cause essential damage to herself. Well nine came out of the snow without looking at her, or even at the cosmic front in her hand. Her body suddenly disappeared and went a few miles away. Qingtianjian had returned to its original size and lay quietly on the ground. Qinger waved his wings and looked at the direction of the snow mountain. His little face was full of panic and confusion. Well nine said, "go." Qing'er woke up, pointed to the snow mountain and said, "your sword is still there." Jingjiu ignored it, reached out to pick up the blue sky mirror, tied it behind him with the white clothes burned by the burning sun flag, and went a few miles away the next moment. Tong Yan stood in place, looked at the figure disappearing in the distance, and thought, is this a clear robbery? Qing'er didn't notice that Tong Yan was dumped and reminded him, "your bug is still there." Well nine didn't speak. He thought, let alone the cosmic front and cold cicada, even Buer and ADA couldn't care. He can go as far as he can now. Soon, he came to a snow mountain more than a hundred miles away with the blue sky mirror on his back. He felt something wrong and thought he should go south instead of walking in the snow mountains. There are no trees in the snow mountain, and the cliff is very clear. He fell in front of the cliff and was silent for a while. When the wind blew, the cosmic front floated. Xueji sat on the sword, her body was small, her white hair was scattered behind her, like a gauze skirt, and the cold cicada looked very cute. She looked at Jing Jiu quietly with dark pupils and no emotion. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.