Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 515 The Soldier of the Saint

"Let me see the strength of the students of Lingqi Peak Tianjiao, don't say that I didn't give you a chance, let's do it with all your strength." Mu Yunren ignored the changes in the eyes around him, feeling the force of the powerful fire attribute law in his body, and fought in his heart. Will rise.

"Mu Yunren, don't think that you can defeat me by using some crooked methods. You, the expelled trash, are destined to be just trash in this life. Don't try to turn around." Zuo Aolong calmed down the fluctuations in his heart, and immediately stepped forward. forward.

While speaking, Zuo Aolong's blond hair suddenly lit up, and a fire dragon formed by condensed flames appeared behind him.

The moment the fire dragon emerged, Zuo Aolong's body suddenly emitted a dazzling purple light.

"Purple-rank True Spirit, Senior Brother Zuo has used the True Spirit, and that Mu Yun Blade and Jian Fengyun will definitely fail miserably!" The disciples of Lingqi Peak below immediately encouraged Zuo Aolong.

Zi and other true spirits, fire dragons, this fire dragon has wings on its back, and its whole body is condensed with the power of the fire attribute law that is condensed to the extreme. The heat coming from the store.

In Zuo Aolong's hand suddenly appeared a fire-attribute Monarch Spirit Saber, dazzling flames were burning on the Monarch Saber, and in an instant a turbulent fire dragon power emanated from Zuo Aolong's body.

"Yanlong Sword, my God, this is the top ten sword in the Tianxuan Upper Region. It is rumored that its body is a holy weapon, but after some accidents, it fell into a king-level sword. It can be said to be comparable to a saint. One of the tactics of the soldiers!"

Under the arena, all the warriors onlookers suddenly showed horror, looking at the scene in front of them, as if they saw something incredible.

"Zuo Aolong, as expected of the direct descendant of the Zuo family, such a weapon can be obtained in his hands, it seems that this Mu Yunblade will undoubtedly be defeated." Seeing this scene, the strong men of the surrounding forces immediately spoke out road.

Feeling the coercion from Zuo Aolong's body, which contained a faint holy power, Mu Yunren's eyes couldn't help but wrinkle, and a dangerous feeling appeared in his heart.

No matter how strong the "Tianhuo Dao Jing" is, it is just a skill. Even if it can make his law cultivation stronger, the gap brought about by those powerful weapons is still difficult to make up.

At the same time, on the high platform

"Wanyanhuo, the genius of your Spiritual Artifact Peak is really powerful. You even used a monarch-level spiritual weapon to deal with a useless student who was expelled from the Lingfeng Peak." Tianhai sneered when he saw this scene on the ring. .

Wanyanhuo's face was gloomy, Mu Yunren's performance today completely exceeded his expectations, this level of strength has already surpassed most of the students in his Lingqi Peak.But at this time, face must not be lost.

"Tianhai, weapons are also a part of a fighter's strength, and there is no rule that weapons cannot be used in the arena. Do you think my disciples use weapons to solve the problem as soon as possible?" Wanyan said in a huff.

"You..." Tianhai's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, too lazy to argue.

It is obvious that he is not sure about defeating his opponent and wants to use weapons to increase his strength and crush his opponent. Anyone with a discerning eye can understand it, but Wanyanhuo is said to be so high-sounding, this person is really shameless.

However, although everyone knows this fact, it cannot be denied that what Wan Yanhuo said is reasonable.The holy courtyard set up a big arena competition without rules to simulate the real world of warriors and test the real strength of a warrior, and weapons and other foreign objects are also one of the strengths of a warrior.

Just when everyone believed that Mu Yunren was about to lose, Jian Fengyun, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned slightly, and with a thought, a long spear fell into his hand.

"Mu Yun, take the gun!"

Jian Fengyun handed the spear in his hand to Mu Yunren, Mu Yunren saw the spear approaching, and immediately took it without thinking much.

The Holy Thunder War God Spear, the War Holy Spirit Soldier of the Temple of War.

Mu Yunren held the spear, just as the spiritual energy in his body was poured into it, a burst of thunder power suddenly burst out, and a phantom of the illusory Thunder War Saint immediately rolled out behind Mu Yunren.

In an instant, the holy power reached the sky, and everyone's minds went blank at the same time.

"What a mighty power of the saint, this is the soldier of the saint!"

Under the arena, the warriors of the major forces who watched all this were suddenly amazed.

"Holy Thunder War God Spear, Grandpa, isn't that the Holy Thunder War God Spear in charge of the deputy hall master?" On the high platform, the young man from the God of War Hall saw this scene, his face was red and swollen from the beating by Jian Fengyun before, and he was shocked. opened the mouth.

The Ninth Elder of the God of War Hall, listening to the words of his grandson beside him, his old face froze for a moment, and his heart twitched.

"What's the situation, why is the holy thunder gun in his hand?"

When he was horrified, the Nine Elders of the God of War Hall were stunned, thinking of what Jian Fengyun did when he came out just now, he suddenly understood.

It turned out that this kid was scheming against me from the very beginning, beating my grandson to attract my attention, and then using the continuation pill to calm my anger. The matter of fighting the holy spirit soldiers.

As the Ninth Elder of the God of War Temple, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, how shrewd he is, he understood what happened in an instant.

"Okay, dare you kid has been scheming against us all the time!" The Ninth Elder of the God of War Temple suddenly came back to his senses, squinted his eyes and glanced at Jian Fengyun coldly.

"Grandpa, let me go and bring back the Holy Thunder War God Spear." The eyes of the young man from the Temple of War moved, his face showed a hint of aggressiveness, and he was about to go down and take back the Holy Thunder War God Spear.

"No, let's wait, I have my own plans." The Ninth Elder of the God of War Hall stretched out his hand to block the young man's way, and said.

"Huh?" The young man looked at his grandfather suspiciously, and saw him smilingly looking at the boy on the ring who beat him just now, and his heart was filled with doubts.

What's wrong with grandpa, why didn't he take back the holy thunder gun and smiled at a person who beat his grandson?
The young man from the God of War Hall was very puzzled, but Jian Fengyun who was standing on the ring was very clear.

Jian Fengyun looked back at the Ninth Elder of the God of War Hall on the high platform without changing his face. The Ninth Elder of the God of War Temple obviously knew his calculations from beginning to end, but Jian Fengyun was not worried, since he did not choose to act immediately, it must be If you have the conditions to talk to him, since you can talk to him, everything will be easy to talk about.

"Soldier of the Holy One, you... how could you have it?" Zuo Aolong looked at the spear in Mu Yunren's hand that was glowing with thunder and the powerful holy power, his heart sank suddenly, and his face was full of astonishment.

Mu Yunren slowly recovered from his astonishment
(End of this chapter)