God-slaughtering King

The maple in the South Gate retreated again, and the bloody gas in his throat filled the air. He pressed it down, and Xuanyuan sword hurried to meet the blood knife cut again. After a series of collisions between knives and swords, Nanmen Maple has retreated to the edge of the stage.

The blood overflowed from the corners of the mouth, the tiger's mouth of the right hand cracked, the blood dripping down the Xuanyuan sword, and the right arm was sore and weak. What makes Nanmen Feng wonder is why his sword meaning doesn't seem to affect Qiu wolf.

Once the sword idea loses its power, the strength of Nanmen Maple drops a level out of thin air. The gap of cultivation makes him have no chance to defeat Qiu wolf.

"Master, why does the sword meaning of Nanmen Maple seem to have no effect." yubinglan, who always pays attention to it, also found the problem.

King Sheng said faintly, "because of the killing intention, the man's killing intention dissolved all the sword intention of Nanmen maple. Those who can understand the killing intention came out of the sea of blood. How could he have such an experience when he was young?"

"Kill meaning?" rain ice haze whispered, and the color of hope lit up again in Qiao's eyes.

Qiu Lang suddenly opened his eyes, and his killing intention suddenly increased. There was a faint momentum of real martial arts towards the South Gate maple, which made the South Gate Maple's eyes sink.

True state? incorrect! He hasn't broken through to the real world yet. He just touched the edge of the real world. He's only one foot away from the door. He also hid his strength, and the strong momentum made Nanmen Feng feel the crisis of life and death.

"War!"

Yuan Li rushed into Xuanyuan sword crazily. The sword shone and shone brightly when it was Munton. "Roar!" with a roar, the soul of the green Jiao appeared and circled around Xuanyuan sword.

Tongling's big eyes stared at Qiu wolf, which made Qiu wolf's heart throb. The youth in front of him gave him a sense of crisis. This war may be defeated!

Thinking of this, Qiu Lang was excited inexplicably. The more powerful his opponent was, the more his fighting spirit was high.

"Kill!"

The blood knife cut quickly, and the blood in Qiu wolf's eyes was red. The strong killing intention was like the essence, and rushed towards the South Gate maple. Nanmen Feng felt as if he was surrounded by a sea of blood. The rich bloody gas made him nauseous. His mind was involved and the waves began.

"Go!"

This war has come to this moment. Neither of them has a way back. This blow will distinguish them.

The spirit of the Dragon roared and rushed out, biting at the enemy wolf. Xuanyuan sword came later. The sword was awe inspiring, and the crowd under the stage felt the power of the sword.

"Unexpectedly, Nanmen Maple still has a backhand!"

"No wonder King Sheng is so calm and means. Who can defeat him in the spirit realm?"

"I don't think so. The knife of Qiu wolf is not simple. Nanmen Maple may not be able to take it."

Some people in the crowd are optimistic about Nanmen maple and others are optimistic about Qiu wolf. But there is no doubt that their strength is almost invincible in the spiritual realm.

The crowd forgot that Nanmen Feng was just a warrior on the seventh floor of the spirit realm. If he had the cultivation of the ninth floor of the spirit realm, would anyone in the spirit realm be his opponent?

In the future, the first position in the spiritual realm will be the disciple of King Sheng, although nanmenfeng can only be regarded as half a disciple.

"Roar!"

The spirit of the Dragon rushed through the bloody encirclement and bumped into Qiu wolf. Although it was the body of the soul, Qiu wolf didn't dare to be careless. The intent to kill made him particularly sensitive to danger.

The wrist shook, the blood knife whirled, and cut at the soul of the dragon. "Since you want to die, let you die again." Qiu wolf's eyes were cold.

Xuanyuan sword then arrived. With the intention of the sword, he cut it down and passed through the bloody light. The sword momentum slowed down. The blood color melted slowly under the suppression of the sword idea. Xuanyuan sword broke the blood color a little bit and cut it off towards Qiu wolf.

"Roar!"

When he was cut by the blood knife, the spirit of the Dragon roared wildly. He was greatly hurt and his long tail swayed into the sky.

"Escaped?" Nanmen Feng was stunned, so bad? But that's enough! Nanmen Feng didn't expect the soul of the dragon to defeat Qiu wolf. He just needed to delay for a moment.

Cut!

The blood knife in Qiu Lang's hand drew a blood awn. In the range covered by blood, the blood knife momentum was even more powerful. Although he has just received some injuries, Qiu Lang still believes that this knife is enough to kill Nanmen Maple!

Boom!

Through the blood color, the knife and sword intersect again.

At that moment, Nanmen Maple nibbled on the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood essence on Xuanyuan sword. The golden light flashed. Xuanyuan sword passed through the blood knife and scratched a blood stain on Qiu wolf's chest.

Choking!

The blood knife was cut in two, the blade fell on the stage, and the handle remained in the hands of Qiu wolf.

Stunned, he lowered his head, looked at half of the blood knife in his hand, and then looked at the gurgling blood on his chest. An inexplicable lightness flashed in Qiu wolf's eyes.

"Mother! The child has come to you!"

The black figure fell on the stage.

The blue sky was suddenly dark. A pair of bloody hands suddenly stretched out from behind the clouds. In the blink of an eye, they came to me, grabbed his parents and disappeared into the dark sky.

Everything happened so fast, the smile on the corners of the mouth had not faded, and the tears on the corners of the eyes began to flow.

"No!" the beast roared, and the dark sky was scattered, as clear as washed by rain, but the figure of parents had long disappeared.

There was a blood color in his eyes. There was a blood red sun hanging on the blood red sky. There was a blood red forest between the blood red heaven and earth. All this is just because he has a pair of blood red eyes and blood red tears.

"No!"

Two drops of clear tears fell from the corners of the eyes of the young man in black, his body suddenly sat up, blood sprayed on the black clothes and bed, and the sun shone in through the window.

The golden sun made him realize that it was a dream.

"You're awake!"

Under the sun, the two drops of clear tears were crystal clear. Nanmen Feng's heart moved. How can a person with tears be a real ruthless person?

"Why?" Qiu wolf twitched his hands and forced down the humiliation in his heart. For him, living is more humiliating than death. What could be more humiliating than being saved by someone you vowed to kill?

Nanmen Feng was silent because he didn't know why. The strong killing intention of Qiu wolf made Nanmen Feng realize that the man without hatred came only to kill him.

But why save him?

Maybe it's just because of the whisper and look when he fell. At that moment, Nanmen Feng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, a pain of sympathizing with each other.

At the moment when Nanmen Feng tried to bear his injury and picked up Qiu wolf, everyone didn't know what he was going to do, and King Sheng didn't know either.

When the figure of Nanmen Maple disappeared in Shengwang hall, the crowd was boiling!

"The enemy wolf is over, and there are no bones."

"How could King Sheng have such an apprentice? Everyone is dead. What else does he want to do?"

The second prince Yunyan's eyes were full of anger, but his voice was as cold as ice that will not melt for thousands of years, "that's what you said

The enemy wolf is incompetent. It's no pity to die! Yunyan hates failure. He hates failure, because failure will make him doomed. The gentle looking eighth brother is always looking for opportunities to kill him.

Xiao Fengyu didn't speak. His explanation would only make him more incompetent.

Qiu Lang got up slowly, got off his bed and walked towards the door. When he was about to go out, he paused and said "thank you" in a low, inaudible voice.

Only Qiu Lang can understand this sentence "thank you". He is not Xie Nanmen Feng's saving grace, but Xie Nanmen Feng made him have a beautiful dream! Although, there is no perfect ending.

For the first time, the dream of hate wolf was not completely occupied by blood.

Looking at the staggering figure, Nanmen Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Three days ago, King Sheng told him that he had something to find. Now it's time.

The magnificent palace of King Sheng was empty. The ceremony had already ended and the crowd had dispersed. At this time, there were only Nanmen Feng and their teachers and disciples in the palace of King Sheng.

A moment later, Nanmen Feng came to Wang Sheng's residence. At this time, Wang Sheng was playing chess with Yu binglan. When he saw Nanmen Feng coming, he just waved to Nanmen Feng to sit down and continue the unfinished chess game.

"Chess is like life, life is like chess, and everything in heaven and earth is Tao." do you talk about chess or preach? For Nanmen maple and yubinglan, these are too profound.

Some truth, not others say you can understand, need to explore and experience by yourself. King Sheng seemed to care nothing about it.

Nanmenfeng had a strange feeling that King Sheng seemed to teach them everything in as long as possible. It's just impossible to prove.

The chess game ended with the defeat of Yu binglan. Wang Sheng turned to look at Nanmen Feng. He seemed to have something to ask. He hesitated for a while, but he still didn't speak.

"I'll take you to a place, and you can do something for me. It's a great advantage, but also an extraordinary danger. Would you like to?" Wang Sheng said faintly, without any emotional fluctuation. On the contrary, Yu binglan's face tightened and jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"I will!" without hesitation, Nanmen Maple immediately answered.

Wang Sheng picked at the corner of his eye and said, "don't you need to listen and make a decision?"

"No need!" Nanmen Feng believed in his intuition. Since the first meeting in the courtyard of King Sheng, he had a special feeling for King Sheng, trust, respect and worship!

"OK!" Wang Sheng nodded with satisfaction, "I'll take you to a place where you can stay for a month and a half. During this time, I want you to improve your cultivation as much as possible."

"Because what I want you to do is very dangerous. It's a near death!"

Wealth insurance! The life of a warrior is the same. Which warrior is not free between life and death. If you are afraid of death, what is the use of cultivating martial arts?

"You come with me!"

King Sheng got up and went out of the hall door, followed by yubinglan. Seeing this, Feng at the south gate could only follow.

The three went down the mountain all the way. Wang Sheng walked calmly, seemingly insipid and impermanent, but he was very fast. Nanmenfeng went all out, but he didn't fall behind.

Aware of the situation of the maple at the south gate behind him, Wang Sheng suddenly accelerated his speed. In the blink of an eye, it was tens of feet away. Nanmen Feng had to use eight changes to resist the wind, and just then Kan Kan followed behind.

At this time, Wang Sheng said faintly, "there is a shadow of wind in your body method. It seems that you have understood the meaning of wind, but there seems to be some lack. If you have a good understanding, you will make a breakthrough in time!"

i see!

Since the epiphany in the square that day, nanmenfeng found that his body method was several times faster, but there were always some places vague and elusive.

Is that the wind? Nanmen Feng's heart moved. The sword idea doubled his combat power. What about the wind idea? What benefits will it bring? Now I'm just getting a glimpse of the path. My body method is fast. There are few opponents in the spiritual realm. When I really integrate the wind and mind, my strength will improve by leaps and bounds.

Thoughts flow, the three have gone down Ziyun peak. King Sheng turned around and walked north along the mountain. Before long, he stopped in an insignificant hill.