I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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Qing Wei Weichen raised slightly, and did not see any resistance from him, but the howling suddenly stopped, and the original ferocious attacking power instantly disappeared without a trace.

Huang Rong’s sword paused to stab Qingwei.

The sword that was unloaded couldn’t hurt the monk at all. Huang Rong knew this well, so she didn’t continue to assassinate, but took the sword decisively.

The surprise in my heart seemed to be no less than that of Kun Peng and the others who were watching.

She really wanted to release her strength to the pinnacle of the transformation realm and completely fight Qingwei. If she only used the strength of the ninth level of the spirit rank to fight him, according to the current trend, she would not have the slightest chance to win.

“Wait, Daoist, shall we go to fight at high altitude?” Huang Rong said.

At the same time, she took a deep look at Kunpeng, she thought, he should understand her meaning and give support or deny.

Kunpeng is also a bit entangled. If she shows her true strength, I am afraid that the spirits of the human world will instantly realize that there is a master among their opponents.

Even now the ninth level of the spirit level of Huang Rong and others would make those spirit bodies take it seriously.

Maybe they have already begun to test the strength of other sects.

Thinking about it, he quickly transmitted to Huang Rong: “Don’t reveal your strength, just fight him with the strength of the highest spirit level ninth level. If you can’t force his strength, then forget it.”

She smiled and said, “You don’t have to go to the high altitude. Anyway, it’s just a discussion. It’s the same everywhere. Because of the trial just now, she found that she might be defeated and wanted to enlarge her move?”

“Well, since Dao Master is willing to fight here, let’s stay here.”

This time, she was very serious. Although she didn’t have the King Sword, she treated the Bing Qing Sword as the King Sword, and using the King Sword Sword Technique, she should be able to exert its power at 70% or 80%.

Bingqingjian, but there is no sword spirit.

With the accumulation of spiritual power, Huang Rong’s sword was immediately full of the aura of the king, and the temperament of the whole person and the sword became domineering and noble, which made people look up involuntarily, and at the same time spontaneously gave birth to the heart of kneeling and surrender.

Many elders of the Shushan League couldn’t help lowering their postures at this time, but Qingwei did not seem to be affected. He was still like a world-class expert, neither haughty nor humble, smiling slightly, looking at Huang Rong, as if looking at a mischievous one. child.

Even if he despised, Huang Rong did not give up, she must go all out to see if he is still so calm and calm.

Wang Jian only had a few simple moves, but every move and every style was very simple and domineering. When attacking, it is impossible for ordinary people to prevent or even escape.

Unless the opponent is much stronger than her.

The current situation is like this, every time she attacks, Qing Wei can easily resolve.

Regardless of the power of the king or the destructive power of swordsmanship, in front of him, Huang Rong was like a child juggling.

“I can’t fight, Dao Master, you are too strong, I give up!”

You must know that until now, Huang Rong was attacking with all his strength, and Qingwei hadn’t launched an attack, or even made any amazing defenses, so her attacks were all invisible.

Under such emotions, her persistence can only keep herself at a disadvantage, and she is simply unable to force the opponent’s strength.

Kunpeng took a step forward: “The Daoist Master is indeed an expert, and they are not your opponents. I am here to follow you with a few tricks, is the Daoist Master willing?”