Chapter 949

"Luo Beichen lost." The old man with white hair shook his head.

"Why?" Mu qingran doesn't understand“ Won't the battle day be hit hard? Why did Luo Beichen lose? "

"It's because win battle day was hit hard, so I said Luo Beichen lost." The old man with white hair sighed.

This saying, don't say mu qingran don't understand, even in the ink of xuanjing don't understand.

But since the other side is a great master, he should have his own opinions. Yu Mo keeps a low profile and asks for advice.

"Why did the old master say Luo Beichen lost?"

The old man with white hair glanced at Yu Mo and said.

"The reason why I make such a conclusion is that yingzhantian has underestimated the enemy. Since the beginning of the battle, he has not shown all his strength. Luo Beichen did not seize the opportunity. 3000 water swords just hit yingzhantian hard and did not kill him."

"Next, winning day won't give him another chance."

"Look at it. The reason why Tianjing is called Tianjing is that it can control Qi and condense its wings. It can go up to heaven and down to earth and do everything."

"Win battle day to now even cloud wing didn't display, with Luo Beichen fight equally."

"Once he spreads cloud wings and takes advantage of high altitude, he will be beaten by congenitally luobeichen, who can only step into the air. Losing is the inevitable outcome."

"Brother sun is right." Near the ship, an old man in black agreed.

"Although Luo Beichen's magic is magical, his realm is lower than that of winning battle."

"Tianjing is congenitally oppressive, and it's on the bare Fenghu lake."

"Once win battle day to display the cloud wings, use the advantage of high altitude, from the top to the bottom, Luo Beichen can not avoid, there is no place to hide, there is no doubt that he will lose."

The old man in black is also a great master. His speech is exactly the same as that of the old man with white hair.

Mu qingran just relaxed his heart and mentioned his throat in an instant.

Luo Yan is not really going to die here, is he?

Sure enough, changes have taken place on the surface of the decisive battle.

Win Zhan Tian stood up. Although there was a big wound on his left arm and he was bleeding, it didn't seem to affect him much.

Luo Yan is also a pity.

If you didn't just recover five levels of skill, the three thousand water swords would have been pierced long ago.

But Luo Yan didn't worry, he still had a lot of killing moves.

The world only thinks that he is innate, but in fact he has built the foundation.

The battle winning days of guwu Tianjing can condense the cloud wings, and so can Luoyan, who is building the foundation.

It can not only coagulate cloud wings, but also has Silver Feather magic wings faster than cloud wings.

Win battle day in his hands is just an ant to play with.

"Luo Beichen, I have to say that your 3000 water swords are very powerful." Win Zhan Tian looks at the wound on his left arm and nods in admiration.

"If half a month ago, I would have died."

"But it's a pity. It's a pity that I stepped into heaven."

"So today, you are the one who died."

With that, the clouds behind him suddenly appeared, and a pair of virtual wings instantly condensed.

With a pair of wings, yingzhantian soared to an altitude of 1000 meters, looking down like a goshawk.

"Wow

There was an uproar.

Many people have only heard that those who have passed the sky can condense their wings and fly in the sky.

But I heard it was just heard, but few people have seen it.

I haven't met many great masters.

Now, seeing a person flying in the sky with his own eyes, people are not only excited, but also deeply awed.

Many of them even kowtow to their knees.

This is heaven's power.

When you see a person spread his wings across the world, anyone will have a sense of smallness.

"Luo Beichen, are you desperate now?" Winning battle day floats at an altitude of 1000 meters, its voice is rolling like thunder, and its face has a look of disdain.

Let your magic be universal, so what.

I have cloud wings, flying in the sky.

No matter how powerful your magic is, you can't touch the corner of my clothes.

On the contrary, if I want to fight, if I want to stop, you can only be led by my nose below.

"Ha ha ha..." Luo Yan raised his head and showed a very arrogant smile on his face.

"There is no despair in my dictionary."

"But on the day of victory, I'd like you to have a taste of despair."

"Just like when I killed your son, he was desperate."

"You want to die!" It's OK not to mention this. On the other hand, the day of winning war is full of anger.

"I will tear you to pieces, I will bury you to the bottom of the lake, I will sacrifice your blood to my son's spirit in heaven."

With that, yingzhantian pulled out his waist weapon and a bloody sword shining with cold light.

He held the blood knife high above his head, and a sense of supremacy ran wantonly across the blade.

"Hua! Mountain! Cut

Win battle day roars a knife to chop down.

A huge sword of tens of feet came down from the sky, with a frightening pressure.

It's worthy of Huashan chop. It's really powerful.

The edge of the sword is still in the air, and the Maple Lake has been made choppy by the force of the sword.

Even Luo Yan is a little bit pale, really a little look down on the strength of heaven.

This sword is extremely powerful. You can't make a sword by gathering water.

Water is only water after all, even if it is condensed into a sword with real Qi, its essence is still water.

Luo Yan offered a dragon chant, infused a lot of Qi into the sword body, and split a crescent sword Qi from the bottom up.

"Bang!"

Dao Mang and Jian Qi collided in the air, making a tremendous noise, and an unparalleled momentum spread out in all directions.

Thousands of boats watching from afar were shaken violently by the force, and even some boats overturned and countless people fell into the water.

The lake under the foot of Luoyan was also sunken three meters by the force of Qi.

At high altitude, yingzhantian was also shocked backward by Qi, but he had cloud wings and soon stopped-

"Luo Beichen, take my knife again!"

Win battle day again, the same moves, the same powerful and domineering Dao mang.

Luo Yan wields the sword at the same time, the crescent moon sword Qi reappears!

"Bang!"

Another earth shaking sound.

The surface of the lake on which Luoyan stepped could not bear the fierce impact force. It sank tens of meters and became a semicircular shape.

"Come again!" Yingzhan Tian raised his sword laughing.

Mu qingran was in a panic, just like the old man with white hair said.

Win battle day, which has the advantage of high altitude, has been pressing Luoyan to fight from top to bottom.

How many knives can Luo Yan block? Mu qingran doesn't know.

All she knew was that the surface of the lake Luoyan had stepped on was almost sunken to the bottom of the lake.

Without the buffer of the lake, maybe Luoyan will be driven to the bottom of the lake.

Do you want to bury Luoyan with a sword???

"Huashan chop!" This time, winning battle day's strength was longer than before. He spent a lot of time continuously wielding his sword.

"Do you think you are the only one who can coagulate your wings?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

The voice came from behind the winner.

On the day of winning the war, he only felt a breath of death coming and turned back in panic.

There was a man standing behind him.

A man with wings on his back and a silver sword in his hand.