God-slaughtering King

"No problem." Xiao Fengyu was delighted. He could not understand Yunyan's personality again. As long as he killed the opportunity, he would not understand the situation.

In Xiao Fengyu's heart, nanmenfeng is already a dead man!

"I'm subdued by Tianzong, and I'm here to learn the skills of King Sheng's disciple." the man in Chinese clothes specially bit the word "King Sheng's disciple" very hard, which means that he doesn't care about the cultivation of the seventh floor of fenglingjing in the south gate.

"Brother Fu, please!" the maple in the South Gate said faintly.

Fu Tianzong looked arrogant and disdained: "defeat you, just three moves!"

Three moves? Nanmen Feng smiled. He turned out to be a fool. "If you can take my punch, you will win." for such a person, Nanmen Feng really has no interest in playing with him.

"A fist?" Fu Tianzong seemed to hear the most ridiculous thing in the world and said with a sneer: "the guards at the top of the ninth floor of our spiritual realm are not my opponents. How dare you speak wildly? Even if you are a disciple of King Sheng, you will teach you a lesson."

Fu Tianzong's voice was loud. He wanted everyone to know that Nanmen Maple asked for everything.

Don't you know that the crowd below has been shocked by him. There are not many weak people present, which is stronger or weaker. It is clear by breath alone.

A middle-aged man smiled grimly at the corner of his mouth and murmured, "my good brother, it's your son who doesn't work hard. No wonder I lost the battle of the house owner. I'm afraid your good son won't be able to sit down next time."

"Your guard?" Nanmen Feng began to doubt that Fu Tianzong was not just a fool. How did he practice to the eighth floor of the spiritual realm? Are you gifted? Not like it!

"Come on!" Nanmen Feng spread his hands, just trying to end the farce as soon as possible.

Aware of Nanmen Feng's contempt for him, Fu Tianzong's face is iron green. No one has ever dared to treat him like this. Nanmen Feng must pay a price, and so does Sheng Wang's disciple. King Wu, they also have Fu family.

With a gentle wave of Fu Tianzong's sword, a long sword appeared in his hand. It was glittering and luxurious. It was dazzling with his gorgeous clothes.

"The first move." the long sword trembled in the dog days, and a little golden light was in full bloom all over the sky. It was not dazzling. Obviously, he hasn't forgotten to beat Nanmen Feng in three moves.

Looking at the dazzling golden light, Nanmen Maple was stunned, and there were many martial artists who had fought, but such a wonderful flower had never been met. The sword posture pursues magnificence blindly, but it has no real expression. Nanmen Feng found that he overestimated him. Mu Pengcheng could defeat him with one punch.

Thunder rage!

A fist blew out, and there was a sound of rolling thunder in the air. The fist took a stream of air and drew a track in the air. Nanmen Feng frowned. He was not satisfied with this punch. Yuan Li's control is not accurate enough.

However, it's enough to defeat Fu Tianzong!

The golden light is bright. Fu Tianzong is very proud. He wants to defeat himself with this simple punch? tell some fantastic tales! The long sword shook and stabbed the fist coming from the maple at the south gate, "leave some thoughts for you first." Fu Tianzong seemed to have seen a bloody fist.

The long sword stabbed his fist. Fu Tianzong's smile suddenly coagulated. There was no imagined blood flowing out. Only a huge force surged along the long sword in his hand.

The huge force broke the long sword every inch, and Fu Tianzong's eyes were filled with horror. "Is this still a human? It broke the sword!" he had no time to think too much. His body took off and fell towards the platform.

The body shape has not yet fallen to the ground. I just feel that my chest is like a heavy hammer. I hit it three times in a row, and blood suddenly gushes out of my mouth. I don't know whether it was the combination of shame and anger, or the strength of Nanmen maple. Fu Tianzong fainted in mid air.

Perhaps, this is the best result for Fu Tianzong.

"Really only one punch!"

"Half of Wang Sheng's disciples can't be underestimated."

"This Fu Tianzong is too useless to even take a punch."

The punch of Nanmen Maple caused a small commotion in the crowd. Fu Tianzong's strength is poor, but at least it is also the eighth floor of the spirit realm, while Nanmen Maple has only the seventh floor of the spirit realm.

When Fu Tianzong came to power, people had guessed that he was not the opponent of Nanmen maple. But it's not like you can't catch a punch! Is he too weak? Or is Nanmen Maple too strong?

Yubinglan secretly looked at King Sheng, who had no idea whether he was happy or worried.

There are many young talents present. They have no idea of going to the stage for the time being. Of course, it is not that they are afraid of Nanmen maple, but because the strength shown by Nanmen Maple has not aroused their interest.

In some people's opinion, it is not enough to defeat a seven layer warrior in the spirit realm, even if there is the title of half a disciple of King Sheng on his head!

After a brief silence, a challenger was welcomed again. The visitor is an 18-year-old man with a beautiful face and gentle manners. He looks more like a scholar.

Nanmen Maple doesn't despise it at all. He has a reserved and long breath. His strength should be above Mu Pengcheng and below Su Siyuan. After a month's retreat, Nanmen maple is very sensitive to the capture of vitality. He just observes the breath and can roughly guess the strength of each other.

Of course, he can't see the other party's hidden means. For example, the soul of the dragon was forcibly snatched from Fang Qing by Nanmen maple. This kind of thing is extremely rare among those in the spiritual realm. Not everyone can have it.

"Luo Wenwen, learn from Wang Gaozu." the man's polite behavior added a little favor.

This sentence was particularly awkward in Nanmen Feng's ears. Maybe there were nearly a thousand people present. They only knew that Wang Sheng's disciple was on the stage, but they didn't know his name was Nanmen Feng.

In their opinion, it doesn't matter what nanmenfeng's name is. What matters is that there is king Sheng behind him.

"South Gate maple, please give me some advice." he said faintly, took a step back and waited for Luo to make a move.

"You can't draw a sword?" Luo Qingxiu's face showed a trace of dissatisfaction.

Sword? Nanmen Feng looked shocked and wondered, "how do you know I use a sword?"

"Intuition." Luo Wenwen said, "you have a sword meaning. Although it is well hidden, I can still feel it. Because I also use a sword."

The three foot green front breaks through the air against the sun. The sword body is like a deep pool. It is green and cold. As soon as the momentum of the long sword in hand changed, the beautiful face suddenly became more sharp, the unique sharpness of the swordsman.

He is a strong enemy! Although there were only eight levels of cultivation in the spiritual realm, the scattered momentum gave Nanmen Maple an unspeakable pressure. Suddenly there was a feeling in his heart that Luo Wenwen understood the meaning of the sword.

As soon as the voice fell, they took a step forward almost at the same time. The invisible swords were intended to interweave on the stage. There was a tearing sound in the air, which was the air flow caused by the collision of swords.

"How strong!"

"The ninth floor of the ordinary spirit realm is no longer their opponent."

"King Sheng's disciple deserves his reputation!"

Mu Pengcheng in the crowd looked at the two people on the stage, and his eyes were full of shock. When they first met Nanmen Feng, they could still compete. A month ago, he was not the enemy of Nanmen Maple's ten moves.

I thought the gap with him would be narrowed after the library got 13 guns. Now it seems that it is getting farther and farther away.

He can't catch this sword!

The second prince Yun Yan's eyes were gloomy and whispered, "can anyone in our spiritual realm catch this sword?"

Xiao Fengyu frowned and thought for a long time before he said, "there is no one who retreats from the whole body; there are two who can win if injured; there are five who lose both."

"How many people must be killed in one blow?"

Xiao Fengyu looked up at the back of the second prince and said in a low voice, "if you don't care about life and death, there are three people who have a chance and one is sure."

"OK!" the second prince said lightly, "I only need that person. Remember, I can't miss this time."

Xiao Fengyu shook his body and hesitated: "is it worth it?"

The second prince's eyes coagulated and sighed, "this step has been blocked. Just block it. Don't go." the second prince flashed a fierce color in his eyes and made this decision because he knew an insignificant but particularly important secret to him.

That is, after the incident of the royal family, King Sheng will travel far and seek to break through the shackles of martial arts, and will never return until he reaches the realm of the Martial Emperor.

Today's emperor of chiyun state, his father is at the peak of spring and autumn. King Sheng may not be able to participate in the alternation of imperial power. King Kesheng's disciples are different.

Therefore, he wants to nip the crisis in the bud. Yunhua still doesn't know all this and is still trying to please King Sheng.

Xiao Fengyu left to do what he should do. The second prince set his eyes on the stage. As a powerful competitor for imperial power, his martial arts talent is also good. At the age of 26, he has three levels of strength in the real world. He may not be as dazzling as those evil geniuses, but he is not comparable to the children of ordinary families.

In this war, he believed that Nanmen Maple would win.

The two on the stage haven't moved yet. This is a battle of momentum and sword intention. The martial arts below the third floor of the spirit realm can defeat them only by their sword intention. Under the suppression of their sword intention, the martial arts below the sixth floor of the spirit realm are afraid that they don't even have the mind to resist.

The sound of the surrounding air tearing came constantly, hunting in green robes and encouraging in white, and a drop of cold sweat fell from Luo's forehead. He didn't move, he couldn't move, and he didn't dare to move.

The sword intention of Nanmen Maple tightly locks it. A random move will lead to an amazing blow, which can determine the victory or defeat and determine the life and death.

Under the guidance of sword intention, the coming blow has lost their control. After the war, genius fell. Who will be the man who fell?

Maybe Luo Wenwen, or Nanmen Feng, or even the two of them.

Only the martial arts above the virtual realm can discover the mystery. Yu binglan saw Wang Sheng's face suddenly move, and immediately returned to plain. She also vaguely guessed that the situation was not good.

I don't know why I don't worry but like, "from now on, cloud master may be her own cloud master." the annoying person will disappear.

Yubinglan was suddenly startled by her idea and hurriedly wanted to touch it from her mind. Unexpectedly, it became clearer and made her look forward to it.

At the moment, Luo Wenwen knew that he couldn't wait. He lost the battle between sword and Italy. But he has not lost the battle.

That sword, he has absolute confidence.

Haoran sword Qi!

Heaven and earth have healthy qi, and the sun and moon are bright.