Wan Niu's Unstoppable Courage

Chang Kaishen took a closer look, and was taken aback by the invulnerability of the Raksha girl's protective body. No wonder the sparks from the sword of the same family were useless. She is a descendant of the Great Dan, and she also won the first of the Twelve Heavenly Gangs of the Sui Xing and the strongest defensive "Xing Ji Shen Gang"!If she can set foot on the road of cultivation, her future is far more than limitless!It's a pity that the pearl casts a bird, and good fortune tricks people, but she was reborn in the "Giant Spirit Realm", and she was blinded by all her talents and fairy luck. www ( ·~ )

The Rakshasa girl was the most unbearable, she seemed to be in a nightmare, staring straight at the beautiful boy who appeared like a ghost with the pleasant scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, with a flirtatious, charming and charming face , filled with "I'm not dreaming" emojis.

The young girl Jianhao caressed her forehead, and she was as happy as the rest of her life after a catastrophe. God opened her eyes, this skinless and shameless elder sister Hua was finally seduced by a more handsome man.

Looking at the devastated Rakshasa girl, Nadi felt a little pity and sympathy in his heart.

The male of the Rakshasa tribe is known as the ugliest in the world, so it’s fine if there wasn’t too much of a contrast before, but now you let her suddenly meet the handsome, lawless and troublesome "blue-faced calamity" like the big brother, psychologically. How can you bear the gap in height?

"It's so ruthless..." The young girl Jianhao couldn't help shivering when she thought that those ugly men with crab faces who were big and thick, with flies chasing smells, were the only marriage partners for the beautiful and smooth, peachy and charming Rakshasa girls: "...too cruel."

"Holding Yingluo must be in a dream. How could there be such a beautiful girl in the world..." Rakshasa girl kept asking Nadi for help, "Is it okay to cut me with a sword? Please."

The "attempted ex-boyfriend" fulfilled her wish and knocked her flying with a single sword.

At this time, the Rakshasa army who came to reinforce came over the battle zone aggressively, and happened to bump into Yingluo holding back, only to hear roars resounding, and countless strong and agile figures descended from the sky like dumplings.

"Follow me!" Loli Jianhao ordered Chang Kaishen lightly, and the green blade in his palm burst out angrily like a white lotus flower soaring into the sky, like an oil-paper umbrella separating the heavy rain from pouring out, and pulling away the rakshasa who were going forward Airborne troops twisted into fountains of flesh and blood. [~]

Chang Kaishen stuck behind the second place in the female ranking step by step, carefully observing and analyzing the strength of both the enemy and us.

The long history of this world's fifteen Yuanhui (Yuanhui = 12 years) is really not a cover. The extensive and profound martial arts is obviously much higher than the world of demons.

Not to mention the blond girl who was able to gain the upper hand by outnumbering the crowd, just those Rakshasa minions who were constantly moths throwing themselves into the flames, all of them have tyrannical internal strength and exquisite tricks, which should not be underestimated.

One after another of their spears pierced through the air and fell to the ground with such force as meteors, making a loud sonic boom.Raising hands and feet set off gusts of wind, flying sand and rocks, and the forest shook its head.

The first-class martial arts masters in the heart demon world are no more than this level of martial arts.

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

The three Raksha men with black and white stripes tattooed on their faces, who looked like Shaquille O'Neill, took advantage of the opportunity created by the robe Ze sacrificed their lives to block the sword, and the quicksilver poured into the sword energy barrier that the flute could not enter, and went straight to Chang Kaishen. come.

Their physiques are relatively small and nimble bean sprouts among Raksha men, and their spirits are also very simple and ordinary. At first glance, they look like country heads who have never practiced martial arts.But it changed completely as soon as he moved his hands, as if Superman had put on his underwear, his eyes looked at people with electric discharges, and the fierce and fiery aura bursting out of his body could almost be used to hatch eggs.

Their weapons are different from those of other rakshasa men. Each of them holds a metal plantain fan about eight feet long and the shape of a door. afterimage.A thick and thick banyan tree was just touched by the strong wind swept by their plantain fans, and immediately exploded with a bang, and the wood fibers of the half-drawn tree loosened at once, scattered into wispy strands like the ends of a brush Very fine wood wool.

Chang Kaishen remembers seeing it in Zhizhu. This kind of guy with a zebra tattoo engraved on his face is the "pale hunter" in the Raksha tribe. He has the most experience in headhunting and the most brilliant record. , they seem to be the only men who are qualified to use plantain fans as weapons, absolute masters, masters, masters. []

To Chang Kaishen's embarrassment, the three pale hunters clearly knew that Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was aimed at Pei Gong. On the surface, they were aiming at him, but in fact they were pointing directly at the flute behind him. The work of popping chrysanthemums.

"Do I look like a mysis?"

The lonely crutches of the champion were full of smoke, and the tip of his toes raised a mouthful of Shangfang Zhanma sword left by someone who didn't know who left it from the ground. He calmed down and quickly opened the martial arts lv1 realm produced by the heart demon world - "Transformation Realm".

Good guy!

After all, this stinky skin is not the good body of the heart demon world that has been cultivated for ten years and has been tempered to steel. When I thought about it, a cannonball went off in my head, and my eyes suddenly went dark, and two thick nosebleeds sprang out.

"Go to hell!" The three pale hunters, who were preparing for a fierce battle, felt relieved. After all, the opponent was a young and cowardly man with a yellow mouth.

When Chang Kaishen opened his eyes again, three iron plantain fans that looked like a tiger's head from the Kaifeng Mansion had already smashed to the top of his Tianling Gai.

The sharp wind of the knife made the hairs on his body stand on end, and a gloomy cold air pierced his nose and brain, making him sneezed twice in a row.

But at this moment, the world that appeared in his eyes was no longer normal. The valve of time seemed to be installed on a Three Gorges Dam, and the flow speed suddenly slowed down by n times.

As far as the eye can see, there are static and dynamic images full of tension everywhere.

Everyone is similar to Michael Jackson who showed off his space dance. Every move is slow, mechanical and stagnant.

Of course, this kind of slow motion is also relative, those bottoms that are more fashionable, in Chang Kaishen's vision, have been reduced to the same level as snails.As for those masters with outstanding martial arts skills and unique skills, their hands and feet are relatively agile.

For example, the flute, a sword like a pool of autumn water, is still waving vigorously, Shiranui dancing.

But in the eyes of the beholder, the world is still normal.Seeing the handsome young man whose nose bleeds from fright, being opened by three pale hunters together, I don't know how many small cherry mouths let out faint sighs at the same time.

Let them down.

A streak of white light, like the beginning of chaos, dragged out of the sky like the beginning of chaos, and the heads of the three pale hunters were snatched away neatly.

The afterimage of the fan blade, which was originally as brilliant as a peacock spreading its tail, disappeared without a trace, and the three iron plantain fans with polished edges were crossed and fell far away.

Zhuangyuan Lang stuck in place with a smile, pouted his cheeks, raised his scissor fingers, and tried his best to put on innocent eyes, with a non-mainstream look on his face.

To be honest, he really admired these three pale hunters, they were all super masters with deep brilliance and back to basics, none of them were inferior to him.Judging from the sharpness of the blade, their bones may not be any worse than mahogany of the same width.When Chang Kaishen was in the world of demons, he also practiced hard work on the golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt, and Thirteen Taibao, but he did not achieve such a powerful effect after practicing.

It's no wonder that Rakshasa dares to regard the sentient beings of the six realms as prey. Rakshasa indeed has the capital of arrogance.

But this is not the reason why they can pinch Chang Sangdang soft eggplant!

Practice martial arts to the point where you don't show your appearance, internal strength, secrets, skills, tricks... these things will degenerate into trivial details, and the improvement of the realm is the most important thing!

In the final analysis, what kind of lethality do you worry about when you are all nuclear weapons? Tossing out the ability to deliver is the kingly way.

"Since your realm is not as good as mine, just die obediently!" Chang Kaishen brought Shangfang's horse-slaying sword to his lips, and pretended to be Boyi, and blew away the blood sticking to the tip of the sword.

Thus, there was a strange and incomparably empty window period on the battlefield.

The wave of Rakshasa's attack seemed to be frozen by prehistoric amber. Pairs of eyes looked at Chang Kaishen with different expressions, and their distorted faces looked like they had just been pierced through the chrysanthemum by Transformers.

He didn't look like he killed the three pale hunters, it was like smashing three rotten eggs with a stone.

"It's 'fighting spirit' again! "The Rakshasa female holding Yingluo slapped a sharp edge not far away, the spring heart sprouting on her face suddenly retreated completely, the pale hunter's movements were lightning fast enough, I didn't expect this beautiful boy's sword to be faster!

If it's just a competition of martial arts, with his fast fighting sword like a tortoise and a hare racing, he can probably destroy all the Rakshasa warriors present.

Fortunately, today, the competition is not only about martial arts.

"Amitabha! The ghosts and ghosts are still going away!" Chang Kaishen once again showed his power, and the kaleidoscope-like sword light slammed on all sides, surrounded him and the giant crab-faced man with the flute, and suddenly fell down like a sickle mowing grass. A circle of thick, criss-crossed corpses piled up a Tai Chi-shaped round parapet bunker on the spot.

Only a few highly skilled and vigilant heavenly powerhouses successfully blocked the cold sword that was embarrassing and shutting down the light, and they jumped backwards and retreated.

"Brother... what is the origin of your "Secret Sword Intent"? "Na Di was also taken aback by Chang Kaishen's killing speed, pursing his beautiful diamond-shaped red lips, his tone was like a terminally ill patient asking a doctor about his condition.

No matter who it is, when they suddenly discover that the trump card that they think is unique and rare is actually not a unique secret skill, they will dive like a young swordsman.

What made the blond Loli feel sad and indignant was that she searched all over her mind but couldn't find the secret sword intent that could match up with the elder brother——Oh my God!What he mastered was a secret sword intent that had never been seen in the world of Yanfu since ancient times!Although it is said that the secret sword intent is a person's true perception of the way of the sword, different perceptions will give birth to different secret sword intents, but the world of Yamafuta has been opened up from the beginning of the primordial world, and it has been more than a million years since the first division of chaos. The underlying secret sword intent has long been collected by generations of talented swordsmen.

Even if a bolt from the blue fell on that flute's head, it would not compare to the shock of witnessing a virgin's secret sword intent come out.