Chapter 741

Above the sky.

Zheng Feiyue, carrying a long golden stick, looked at Wang Xiaohua without hiding the color of sympathy in his eyes and said, "brother Xiaohua, have you ever thought that everything you have now is a flower in the moon in the well?"

Wang Xiaohua: "have you ever thought that I will take all you have one day!"

"Do you know why Lao Wang refused to teach you the formula of giving up words?" Zheng Feiyue suddenly asked.

Wang Xiaohua sneered and said, "his adoptive father will teach or not. Naturally, he has his consideration. I don't know what trick you use to deceive your adoptive father to pass on your profound righteousness, but I will tell my adoptive father with my knife that he is wrong!"

Wang Xiaohua raised the long knife. The patterns on her body wriggled. The knife body emitted dazzling light. An unparalleled intention of the knife was emitted, which made people dare not look directly at it.

"It's about to start!"

"This fateful battle is finally coming to light."

"I think Wang Xiaohua is the last winner. After all, he is the first person in the world."

"Agree."

Wang Xiaohua gently wiped the blade, as if touching her favorite lover. She said faintly, "remember your words. If you lose today, you can't use the eight pole mystery all your life."

Zheng Feiyue hooked his fingers and the long golden staff fell into his hand.

In the middle of the long staff, Zheng Feiyue's Taoist name, duxiuzi!

This road sign, which always makes people laugh at the first hearing, appears on the golden stick at the moment, but it has a taste of divine brilliance, which makes people respect.

"As you wish!"

Zheng Feiyue raised the long staff and pointed at Wang Xiaohua obliquely.

"Kill!"

Wang Xiaohua burst out, waved her arm, and a dazzling knife light roared out. It seemed that she wanted to sweep Zheng Feiyue in half.

The light of Dao is incomparably solid and has an unparalleled sense of Dao. It seems that the world is eclipsed, and everything has become the background of this Dao light.

"What a powerful blade!"

Qian wangsun's eyes grew up and his mouth fell off.

He asked himself that if he changed his position to Zheng Feiyue, he would never catch the knife.

The representative of the evil god sect narrowed his eyes and said that he was the only son of the evil god. Looking around the world, the returning monk could catch less than five fingers of this knife.

Can Zheng Feiyue catch it?

Facing the fierce knife light, Zheng Feiyue smiled, threw out his stick and said, "a!"

The golden stick was broken, and then there was a loud noise, forming a gold armor attached to Zheng Feiyue, just to resist the light of the knife.

Keng!

The sword cut on the golden armor and burst into Mars.

When Mars dissipated, Zheng Feiyue stood there unharmed and said with a smile, "it seems that this level of attack is almost. Brother Xiaohua, didn't you eat?"

There was an uproar.

Countless people exclaimed that this long staff can also be used as armor.

Master Mingqi looked at Zheng Feiyue's golden armor with fiery eyes and murmured, "Ruyi changes and does whatever you want. This is Ruyi's golden cudgel! I have no regrets in my death if I can make such a treasure in this life."

Wang Xiaohua cut it out with a knife, but he didn't hurt a hair of the other party. His face suddenly became gloomy and said in a deep voice: "in that case, let you see the real power of this knife."

"Before that, pick me up!"

Zheng Feiyue gave a long roar. He was like a swimming dragon. He came to Wang Xiaohua in an instant. The gold armor on his body had disappeared and there was a long golden staff in his hand.

The wind blew when the long stick fell.

Wang Xiaohua looked tight and did not dare to be careless. She raised her knife with both hands.

The golden long stick fell.

The weight of 300000 Jin made Wang Xiaohua's face change wildly, and there seemed to be a big mountain on her arms.

Whoosh!

Wang Xiaohua seemed to be a bowling ball. The whole person was knocked away by a stick, and his body turned into a streamer and hit the ground.

Boom.

The ground was smashed into a big pit, with smoke everywhere.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Wanqing felt his hands and feet cold, as if the stick had hit him. She was stunned and said, "how heavy is this stick?"

"Three hundred thousand jin," Zhao Yun replied.

Li Wanqing was almost choked by her saliva: "it is said that Ruyi's golden cudgel weighs only 300000 Jin. This cudgel is as heavy as the golden cudgel?!"

Zhao Yun said with a smile, "jiuzhuan bin iron is extremely heavy. Coupled with the quenching of the heart of earth fire, it is mixed with several kinds of high-density ores to make this 300000 kg rod."

After Li Wanqing listened, his tone was sour: "yes, such a powerful stick costs 500 bottles of Tianmo pills for casting alone. Shopkeeper Zheng is really a rich man!"

The rich three words, specially accentuated the tone.

Zhao Yun smiled awkwardly. The boss's ability to circle money around has reached the point of perfection + anger between man and God.

In the distance, Wang Xiaohua hit a big pit.

When the dust fell, he climbed out with his hands on the edge of the pit.

The powerful force smashed Wang Xiaohua's clothes to pieces. His bare arm completely exposed the tattoo. With his hands holding the knife, the tiger's mouth had broken and was bleeding out.

They were surprised to see that the secret way was worthy of Wang Xiaohua. With a hard blow of 300000 kg, they could still stand up tenaciously. It didn't look like they were seriously injured.

Zheng Feiyue was suspended in the air and looked down at Wang Xiaohua. To be exact, he looked at the patterns on his body and said, "how many sticks can your patterns help you carry?"

Wang Xiaohua shook off the blood on the tiger's mouth and said gloomily, "once is enough. Look at the knife!"

The voice fell.

Wang Xiaohua turned into a streamer and rushed into the sky. He clenched the long knife with both hands, made a continuous chopping posture in front of him, and shouted, "Thirteen movements of evil knife."

Brush!

In the dense sound of breaking the air, the thirteen records of knife light roared out. The knife light covered the sky and rushed to Zheng Feiyue, as if the whole world was occupied by the knife light.

Seeing his scalp numb, Qian wangsun exclaimed, "God, how can I stop it?"

The representative of the evil god sect said with a smile: "the young master has a talent of Yibin. He perfectly combines the thirteen movements of the evil sword with the power of the treasure sword, which greatly increases the power. Even if the monk is in the Taoist period, he should deal with it carefully."

Qian wangsun secretly tilted his lips. Although he felt that this remark was exaggerated, he still had a sense of expectation for the power of this move.

Deep in my heart, a voice has been saying.

Kill the grandson!

Kill the grandson!

Zheng Feiyue was still very calm. The long staff in his hand turned into fragments. After a burst of reorganization, it turned into a shield.

Zheng Feiyue raised his shield in both hands and did not avoid the incoming knife.

Clang clang!

Dao Guang hit the shield one after another and burst out sparks. Zheng Feiyue behind the shield was not damaged at all.

When the 13th record of the knife light fell, Wang Xiaohua also came with the knife light. Raising the knife with both hands is a move to split Huashan.

"Die!"

The patterns on Wang Xiaohua's body move wildly, and the powerful power is transmitted to the magic knife. At the same time, the magic knife also breaks out a evil and powerful power.

The two forces became one and struck heavily on the shield.

Bang!

The shield was all right, but Zheng Feiyue behind the shield snorted. He couldn't hold the shield with his hands and fell down like a meteorite.

Boom.

The ground was hit with a big hole again.

Someone changed.

There was an uproar.