Chapter 1318

This result has been very shocking. An Sudong is only in the early days of Mahayana, and his speed can be compared with that of him. It's too bad!

Thunder nine days, really worthy of the name!

Wang Yitong was also shocked. He didn't expect that an Sudong's speed was so fast. However, he was more happy than surprised. As long as he could win an Sudong, the magic power would be his.

This magic power can be so powerful in Mahayana's hands. What if it falls into his hands?

You don't have to be afraid of the old people of the big five any more!

"Ha ha, ansudong, you can't run away!" Wang Yitong sneered: "I'll see how long you can run!"

Wang Yitong's words are true. It's necessary to consume a lot of spiritual power to stimulate the thunder nine days. If it wasn't for the fact that ansudong's spiritual power reserve is hundreds of times more than that of ordinary people, he could only stick to one stick of incense at most, and the lamp would die.

But now, it's not a problem to persist for a few more hours.

An Sudong not only wanted to escape, but also took out his bow to shoot the sun from time to time. Although he didn't use an arrow, it was enough to let Wang Yitong have to guard against it just by using the spirit power as the arrow.

Because, if you don't use the spirit resistance, even if you are in real life, your body will not be much better than ordinary people. Once you use the spirit resistance, it will slow down your speed.

But an Sudong is different, he has already trained the body of King Kong not bad, the whole body spirit power gathers in the legs, the speed is better.

In this way, Wang Yitong caught up with him even more. Not only that, he had to be distracted to avoid an Sudong's attack.

"Don't think about women in the future, old man. Spend more time on martial arts cultivation!" An said sarcastically.

Wang Yitong is very angry. What Fengyue Pavilion is good at is gathering Yin and tonifying yang. Women, who don't like it? They can improve their accomplishments when they like it. Why not!

He hummed coldly: "Stinky boy, don't beat me. When you fall into my hands, I will not only strip you of all your secrets, but also leave you among men, so that you can deeply enjoy being blasted!"

An Su Dong laughs, this old ghost is really forced urgent, even this kind of vulgar can say.

"I didn't think that the Lord of Wang Pavilion still had this hobby!" An Sudong said with a smile.

Wang Yitong is impatient. How can this boy's mouth be so cheap!

He didn't fight with him again. After all, the result was very obvious. He said that he couldn't fight with an Sudong.

When he takes down an Sudong, he will be able to express his evil spirit.

Ansu Dongsi did not dare to slack off, has been running.

After a long time, an Sudong was a little bit tired, but Wang Yitong was still as cool as a cucumber, or he was a real person.

This is the biggest shortcoming of ansudong.

Fortunately, he has enough pills in his storage bag. He can swallow pills all the way. At present, he can hold on for a while.

Wang Yitong is not in a hurry. The power of the pill is limited. Even if an Sudong is an eight grade alchemist, the pill will turn into poison in the body to a certain extent.

Now I'm afraid only zhenxianqi can stop him.

After the speed reached the limit, an Sudong gradually felt exhausted, and his spiritual power was also being doubled. His legs became heavier and heavier. He just wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep.

Too tired, he stopped and looked at Wang Yitong: "old man, dare to eat my sword?"

Little Mahayana, why do you yell at him?

Wang Yitong Leng Leng, back a few steps, in the best attack distance, he is sure to win an Sudong.

"Ha ha, what about a sword? You can take thousands of swords!"

"Wan Jian? If you want me to play with you before I have the energy, just a sword! " Ansu's face was serious: "as long as you can take this sword, I'll leave it to you."

"Ha ha, I want to see how powerful your sword is!" Wang Yitong said with a faint smile, but he was secretly accumulating his strength. An Sudong's speed was so fast that it was hard to imagine what kind of moth he would make.

If you kill him later, it's no harm. It's easy to extract his mind and memory. It has nothing to do with life or death.

To make him take it so seriously, an Sudong should be proud even if he died.

An Sudong summoned the relegation immortal sword, took a few deep breaths, and waved it.

What's the meaning of this?

Wang Yi's face is muddled. Is it his sword? I really think highly of him. With such a weak sword, I can't even kill the one in the empty period. Thanks to his nervousness, I thought that an Sudong would take out some magic weapon.

But think about it. After running for so long, he must have consumed almost all his spiritual power. Think about the power of this sword.

I'm too cautious.

But at this time, the sword light suddenly flourished, as if from a humble boy to the son of a real dragon. The momentum was amazing and terrible.

"How can it be!" Wang Yitong was shocked. He seemed to feel the spirit of God on this sword, as if the spirit of heaven and earth were concentrated on this sword.

Sword heart! No, it's not the ordinary heart of the sword, but the soul of the sword!

It's just the Mahayana period. How can you understand the heart of the sword and reach the highest level of martial arts.

No, absolutely not. Even if he understood the heart of the sword, his realm was there, and his fighting power could not cross two realms in any case!

He didn't believe how powerful an Sudong's sword was, but he didn't dare to be careless. He had a strong will. His hands were full of spiritual power, as if he had become a God's hand and sent out endless power.

Brush! A sword across the sky, sword gas, cut through the sky.

Wang Yi unified a dull hum and retreated again and again.

Yuanli's big hand was cut in half by Shengsheng, and he was also shocked by his eyes. There was a wound in the palm of his hand, which was full of blood. He couldn't stop it. If he went on like this, his whole body would run dry.

This is the highest level of Kendo and represents the strongest attack power. Can the palm scratched by this sword heal easily?

An Su Dong light smile: "Wang Ge Lord, you are not too good!"

Wang Yitong's face changed greatly. He never believed that an Sudong had such strength, but the fact is that he didn't take an Sudong's sword. Not only that, he was injured, and the injury is getting worse.

"No, it can't be. It's not your power!" He suddenly woke up, cold eyes, looking to the distance: "please forgive Wang's clumsy eyes, but did not find out in time, offend, please Haihan."

"Ha ha..." a sneer came from the sky. A figure appeared out of thin air. No one could see where he came from, but no one felt strange, as if he should be there.

It turned out to be a strong man in the real immortal period!

Also holding a wine gourd, free and easy incomparable: "you want to kill my second brother?"