Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

What is Jian Xiu?

Jian Xiu only cultivates one sword all his life. He understands the nature of heaven and earth, and takes advantage of it to overcome all obstacles. Although Li cangmin has been practicing for only a few years, he has a very high understanding. At this time, his sword power already has the meaning of cold and desolation. Although it is not mature, it is enough to make the other side weak and tired of dealing with it.

The only two companions of the bearded friar, who couldn't dodge, were pierced by the sword Qi, and fell down before they had time to cry. The scalding blood spurted out and dyed a piece of sea water red.

A sword cut down, such as thunder of shock, unstoppable!

Everyone was shocked to see the cold faced Shashen standing with the sword. They could not believe that he was just a casual sword and killed the monk in the later period of Lian Yuan. Is Jianxiu so terrible?

"Come back! What about Jianxiu? Two fists are hard to beat four hands. We can't kill him together

The wind three a big drink, such as to awaken people, everyone is a cold sweat, just they were frightened by each other's power, lost the fighting spirit, if not by the wind three wake up, I'm afraid it is the same end as the monk just now.

The disgraced monk with beard and whiskers took the lead in launching the attack. The mace in his hand is a top-grade magic weapon, which has been regarded as the best in the mortal world. It is with this mace that he has reaped the heads of countless friars and created countless prestige. Outsiders may not remember his name, but the nickname of "wolf tooth week" must be unknown to everyone.

He yelled, "boy, today I will sacrifice my mace with your blood. It's your honor to die in my hand."

Waving his mace, he made a heavy shadow of the stick, which seemed to be of great importance. It squeezed the surrounding sea water into distortion, boiling, and even began to vaporize. When he came to Li cangmin, he was already thundering like a heavy hammer!

If the cultivation is general, it must be locked by the stick shadow and can't move at this time, and it will be directly smashed into a lump of rotten meat. But Li cangmin is a sword cultivation. The biggest advantage of sword cultivation is to face the difficulties. The greater the pressure, the greater the prestige, and the more serious the outbreak. What's more, although the shadow is powerful, it's just er'er to Li cangmin. Therefore, he calmly raised the frost sword and made a move to lower it for ten minutes. In an instant, he split the shadow into pieces. The afterwave vibrated in the sea, smashing the swimming fish and aquatic plants, making it turbid.

The wolf's periodontal area was shocked by reverse bite and sprayed hot blood.

"Zhou Daoyou, I'll help you!"

When the wind saw this three times, he held up his wooden stick with his tongue and attacked Li cangmin. He should also have the spirit root of wood. At this time, when he heard the wind, he grew into a huge boa constrictor, which was ten feet long and thick in a bucket. He bit Li cangmin with a dark red snake letter.

Li cangmin's face finally cleared. The first sword style streamer dream came out of the sword. Snowflakes fell from the blue and dark bottom of the sea, wandering and flying like catkins, but every one of them had a cold chance to kill.

It seems that the round but sharp snowflakes fell on the python, sonorous, but the python just stopped, and then attacked again in a moment. Its huge body was like fish in water on the bottom of the sea, flexible and strong. With a flick of its tail, it immediately slapped Li cangmin on his chest and hit him on the crystal pillar outside the Crystal Palace, leaving a trace of cracks.

Feng San laughed wildly, "Jian Xiu in the later period of the Yuan Dynasty is just like this!"

He urged the boa constrictor to move on and strangle him on the spot. However, he was doomed to be disappointed. When the boa constrictor approached again, he quickly rolled, raised his sword and cut it. It was just a simple sword, but with the power of thunder, he stood on the boa constrictor, broke its hard defense and left a deep sword mark.

This snake is not a living body at all. The first sword's flowing light and drunken dream and the second sword's frost and snow can't help it at all. If you want to eliminate this python, you have to break it by violence!

As a Jian Xiu, what he needs most is violence!

It seems to be a child's swing, but it contains the surging force of the monks in the later period of the Yuan Dynasty and the sharp intention of the sword. It cuts open the sea and falls on the python accurately, leaving one gully after another.

Feng San's face became more and more gloomy. He poured a handful of Buyuan pills into his mouth. Relying on the burst of vitality, he drove the boa constrictor. The scarred boa constrictor hissed and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a deep green fog. With the spread of the sea water, his belly turned white and his body was dead.

Without moving his brow, Li cangmin took out the antidote pill refined by Murong Ling and ate it. His mind was clear and he was not affected by the poison gas at all. At the same time, the force in his body began to accumulate. With the cutting of the magic sword, the shadow of the sword was divided into two parts, two parts, four parts and sixteen parts. Gradually, hundreds of ice swords were cut on the python, and it became a hedgehog in an instant.

Time has a moment of stagnation, the extreme silence is followed by a violent outbreak, boom, the python finally can not withstand the fierce attack, inch by inch to break into pieces of wood spikes, the formation of large, attracted everyone to see, but took a breath.What a terrible sword!

The wind three vomited a mouthful of blood, the breath immediately decadent down, that wolf tooth week is already recovered, said with him, "wind way friend, we go together."

The snake's crutch, which was originally used by Feng San, was destroyed by Li cangmin, which was equivalent to half of his life. Feng San was extremely venomous. When he heard the words of Lang Yazhou, he quickly responded and offered the weapon to Li cangmin again.

Li cangmin was not afraid of the siege. He waved countless sword shadows to greet them. However, the two men had a lot of wealth and spent a lot of magic weapons with him. However, the bigger they were, the more they split. Their fighting spread everywhere. Sharp sword shadows and aftershocks of magic power were left on the crystal pillars, doors and walls of the Crystal Palace. As for the rest of them, One after another to avoid where they went, they did not become the cannon fodder of fighting.

Mu Yuanxin is a skinny friar. He is shocked by Li cangmin's strength while fighting. He is worthy of being a friar in the later period of Zhuyuan Dynasty. Even in the restricted deep sea, he is still powerful. How can he disappear without attacking the enemy after using his magic.

Water and fire can't tolerate each other. In the past, the fierce spirit root on the land became a chicken's rib. The remaining native spirit root was even more difficult to spread in the water. He could only use the eight trigrams mirror in his hand to arrange the array and entangle with his opponent.

Fortunately, the skinny monk was not good at array and was often caught by him unprepared, so mu Yuanxin had the spare power to rescue his stupid apprentice and Murong Ling. The other party's only three monks of Zhuyuan have been entangled, but there are still five monks of Lianyuan. Many ants kill the elephant, let alone a little monk.