fairy tales

Chapter 1084: Rain of Swords Over the Sky (3)
Ao Xiong was covered with a gray innate qi, facing such an attack, although it was a bit difficult to deal with, Ao Xiong was still able to resist, saying: "The honor guards of Murong Villa are all between one hundred and two hundred years old. Among the cultivators in the world, the strength has reached the second level of Qi Refining, although I am in the same level as them, but the combat experience is far behind, I have competed with them many times, but they all ended in disastrous defeats."

Although Ao Xiong is a genius among the younger generation, his cultivation speed is super fast, but his combat experience has nothing to do with talent, but needs to be forged in countless life-and-death battles. Compared with my century-old predecessors?

Of course, if it is the top genius among the geniuses among the young generation, there is no such conclusion. They can ignore the gap of a hundred years, challenge the strong from generation to generation and remain invincible, such as Murong Ya, Huangfu Zun... This kind of peerless genius is enough to challenge the strong from generation to generation.

Chu Liuxiang is silent, practice, accumulation of time is also an important indicator, as long as you are not a waste, willing to practice hard, after a certain period of time, you will definitely be able to achieve certain achievements.As for the honor guards of Murong Villa, it is impossible to be trash. Although they have not reached the talents of Huangfu Zun and Ao Xiong, they must not be underestimated. After a hundred years of cultivation, their skills are beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

"I really want to compete with them." A fierce fighting spirit burst out from Xiao Feng's red stellar energy.

Chu Liuxiang smiled lightly: "In the future overseas, we will meet sooner or later, there is no rush."

Xiao Feng nodded, and forcibly suppressed the fighting spirit back into his body.

Beside Dongfang Chen, his face was flushed, his eyes were red, his handsome face was full of sweat, and he said in a slightly awkward tone: "This sword is really endless."

"Hehe, the time is up soon." Chu Liuxiang smiled. Sure enough, at the same time, the white light wings on the back of the silver-haired old man trembled slightly. He came to the sky above the field and waved his hand to stop the attack of the honor guard.

And on the ground outside the arena, there was already a long row of more than 20 corpses, a thick bloody smell wafted in the air, and the remaining sword energy was still raging in the void, hunting... …

(End of this chapter)