Myriad Heavens Tribulation

Wang Hong's smiling dominance was seen in his eyes, and he was consciously despised by the youngster, and his heart was angry.

With his overlord temperament, he naturally couldn't tolerate others' underestimation. He immediately clenched his right hand into a fist, hitting Wang Hong not far away with the scars of Heavenly Frosting Fist.

For Xiongba, Wang Hong is a youngster worth recruiting, but if he upsets him, then he is killed.

It's a pity that the junior who looks like a sheep is actually a hidden tiger.

Since Wang Hong’s prohibition on this aspect has been solved, since he has already exposed the heart-relief Dafa in front of Emperor Shitian.

Suddenly a light burst from his eyes, facing the four eyes of the tyrant who was close at hand, letting the freezing cold air of Heavenly Frosting Fist hit his body.

And the original self-confident tyrant, at this moment, is almost dead.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped the whole body. Looking towards Wang Hong's bright light glittering eyes, I suddenly felt like falling in a ice hole, and even my mind began to blur.

Today's tyrant is not as good as Fire Qilin. Faced with the ever-increasing spirit strength of Wang Hong, he could not hold it for a second, and he kept his punching posture standing still.

"This bear Gang Lord sent to the door is really troublesome."

"It is not suitable to kill. If you put it directly, it would be too deliberate."

"What excuse can I find?"

Wang Hong pondered for a while, then suddenly he remembered a person, hesitated for a moment, left a line on the sand, and then left. This sand dune.

Two minutes later, Xiongba gradually eased from the lost state, and suddenly realized what he was, so he immediately closed his fists and watched around.

Wang Hong has long since disappeared from Goose Flies Profoundly Deep, only a line of characters on the ground is solidified by mana, and Xiongba frowns.

As the overlord of the North on the surface, Xiongba has a very high self-esteem, coupled with Clay Bodhisattva's first half of his life, it even makes him feel that he is the destiny!

So he came to the desert this time because he wanted to bring Wang Hong and Mingyue back to the World Society. If these two people don't follow, they should be killed in advance, so as not to become a major disaster in the future.

But who would have thought that a youngster of less than twenty could actually take him with no difficulty.

Does such an expert have to worry about the loneliness?

Xiongba played secretly with Dugu three years ago. Naturally, he knew that the opponent was slightly weaker. With Wang Hong's strength, where did Dugu have the courage to hunt him down?

"This kid is said to be the dísciple of the sword saint. How strong is the sword saint? Can even a dísciple defeat me easily?"

I was full of confidence when I came here. Xiongba, I really doubted life at this moment, and when I saw the lines on the ground, I suddenly felt a toothache.

"When did Youruo have contact with this kid?"

"No, I have to go back and give her a different place to live."

"Also, must The three elements must be unified as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Xiongba muttered to himself for a while while pinching his beard, and then slammed his palm, destroying all the writing on the ground.

Just as Xiongba hurriedly left the desert, Wang Hong and the others hurried to Jianyu.

When the sky was getting dark, an oasis suddenly appeared in front of the three of them. After being exposed to the sun for a day, feeling exhausted by the bright moon, he carried the Lightweight Art with a smile and flew towards the oasis.

But she was stopped by Wang Hong just short of charge ahead, because at the moment, in the middle of the oasis, there was already a sword intent soaring into the sky, pointing directly at the three people approaching.

Wang Hong has been practicing knife for a long time, but he has not been able to really condense Blade Intent.

However, his blade technique is already close to Great Accomplishment. With a thought, the indifferent and ruthless demonic energy burst out instantly, and the sword intent giving tit for tat in the distance did not lose the wind in the slightest.

In the past, Wang Hong did not dare to use magical power at will, otherwise the battle strength would be multiplied, but he might perish forever without beheading his opponent.

Now that there is Ice Heart Art, the restrictions in this area disappeared immediately. At this moment, even Demonic Will can use Ice Heart Art to transform the cold will and force control of oneself.

"You guys step back a little bit and wait for me and sword saint to fight first, and then talk about other things."

At this moment, Wang Hong’s voice is extremely cold, and he always feels Mingyue, who knew her cousin very well, suddenly felt a hint of fear.

But she also knows that this is not the time to trace the cause, and immediately follow Wang Hong's words and retreat to a sand dune High Level outside of several hundred meters with Ahu.

Wang Hong carried the Cold Moon Caution Knife and walked into the oasis at a moderate pace.

After a while, he came to the front of the sword house and saw an old man with white hair hanging down, his eyes closed, standing under a Poplar Tree.

"Wang Hong?" Sword saint's eyes suddenly opened, he looked at Wang Hong for a moment, and then nodded said: "A lot stronger than I thought, but you Blade Technique, unlike Six Defying Cold Secret Art, on the contrary, is more similar to the magic sword of the first evil emperor!"

Dugu Meng, the daughter of the true Dugu party, worshipped the first evil emperor to learn the sword. Saint Dugu Jian, this uncle, naturally No stranger to the first evil emperor.

Wang Hong coldly smiled: "As soon as the first evil emperor's magic sword is practiced, the whole person will be completely enchanted. How stupid people will practice this kind of brainless Blade Technique?"

sword saint hearing this Sword saint hearing this frowned slightly, and after a while he also satirized:

"Your Blade Technique is not much better. After a long period of training, you will definitely be unfeeling. The first eighteen swords of Sword Saint’s Holy Spirit Sword Art are sentimental swords, while swords nineteenth to twenty-two are ruthless swords, so yes. Wang Hong's situation is obvious at a glance.

However, sword saint did not completely enter the Heartless Sword road. Instead, because of Sword-Heart Illumination, it can switch freely between Youqing Sword and Heartless Sword.

If Wang Hong hadn’t had an Ice Heart Art that was more suitable for him, I’m afraid he would have to learn from Xu Fu’s grandson today and really come to worship sword saint as his teacher.

"Unfeeling and unrestrained sex is better than being beheaded. The Heaven and Earth catastrophe is about to come. If you don't have enough strength, you will die by the hands of others sooner or later!"

Wang Hong Said indifferently, even when the devilish eruption, certain tricks of fooling people will still be spoken naturally.

However, this person of sword saint is not Xu Fu, his heart is as strong as iron, and he cannot be moved by words.

The day before yesterday, he received a copy of the flying pigeon from Dugufang, saying that his nominal discipline is likely to come to see him.

Although Wang Hong was mentioned in the letter and many are not, Dugu Jian Sheng feels that Wang Hong has his own demeanor, so he really wants to see this cheap discipline.

When it comes to a realm like sword saint, it is not like an ordinary swordsman who takes the distinction of swords too much. On the contrary, the inheritance of philosophy and will is what sword saint really values.

Therefore, I feel that my life essence is almost exhausted, and there has been no reliable sword saint. In fact, I am very much looking forward to the upcoming Wang Hong.

But when I saw it today, Wang Hong had no respect for him at all, and instead regarded him as a sharpening stone.

Under the mixed disappointment and anger, the sword intent around the sword saint quickly climbed, like a mountain-like imposing manner, it was severely suppressed.

At this moment, even Wang Hong did not dare to despise the other party.

Sage Dugu Jian, is actually Peak Grandmaster!

Damn it, if sword saint is Peak Grandmaster, where does the sword saint need twenty-three?

It seems that I just killed myself!

But what about Peak Grandmaster? Fengyun world is not Eastern Martial Continent, and the life essence of Peak Grandmaster is not much more than that of ordinary people.

At the age of sword saint, battle strength will decline. As long as he hasn't realized the sword 23 of heaven shaking, earth shattering, Wang Hong is not afraid of Peak Grandmaster at all!

Aware of the attitude of the sword saint at this moment, Wang Hong no longer said anything, Hanyue quit the sword, and a faint black blade qi instantly slashed in front of the sword saint.

Compared with Wang Hong, the name sword saint was obtained through life and death battles. The bones that fell under Wushuang Sword in the early years are simply innumerable.

"Sword One!"

Faced with this tentative knife, the sword saint body flashed escaped Blade Qi, approached Wang Hong's side, and stabbed out expressionlessly. One sword.

One sword is countless swords, endless sword strokes. In this brief moment, all of them are melted into "Sword One", and they stabbed Wang Hong's right hand fiercely.

This sudden sword made Wang Hong feel very uncomfortable.

There was a hint of atmosphere in the weirdness, and there seemed to be a poisonous snake hidden under the majesty. The various changes made him rushed, and he finally blocked this "Sword One".

ding ding dong dong, and then the sound of sword fighting continued to sound, Wang Hong habitually wanted to distance himself, and sword saint soon noticed this.

"Sword saint eighteen!"

Although I don't know what amazing long-range means the opponent has, but the rich combat experience allows sword saint without the slightest hesitation to use the sword eighteen .

Countless sword nets took shape in an instant, entangled Wang Hong one by one, so that he didn't even have a chance to get out of the entanglement.

Wang Hong is not easy to follow.

Even if the two sides are entangled too tightly and he has no time to show the heart-catching magic, the Demon Sword is also a skill used by Martial Spirit powerhouse to compete.

Wang Hong under the magical explosion, even if Blade Technique has not been able to Great Accomplishment, it is still not an object that sword saint can win in the short term.

While sword saint is getting old after all, knowing that there will be no chance of winning if it continues to drag on, the sword intent on his body suddenly broke out, forming a sword qi storm around the two!

Everything around the storm seemed to be chopped up ten-thousand times by a thousand blades. Even Wang Hong who was inside felt tingling all over his body.

In less than a second, the storm suddenly closed, but it was not disappeared, but gathered on the sword in the sword saint's hands.

All of a sudden, the ordinary soldier who was not a big threat to Wang Hong instantly became sharp and sharp, and the sword qi exuding made people horrible to see.

"Sword saint twenty-two!"

The strongest killer move that sword saint has so far, in this brief moment, it was displayed, and the monstrous sword waves continued to stab Wang Hong , The ruthlessness and fierceness are brought to the extreme.

The current sword saint is not a sword saint, who has never lowered his cultivation base. With his 60 years of cultivation base, he has stirred up a majestic sword intent. It is enough to kill most ordinary Grandmasters in seconds.

Faced with the countless sword shadows, Wang Hong can only choose to give up the small and defend the big.

Use the spirit strength to instantly distinguish the strength of the sword shadow. If the threat is big, use the Cold Moon Sword to resist it, and if the threat is small, use the body guard astral qi to carry it, and it will still be able to support it in the short term.

Wang Hong also knows that the state of sword saint will definitely not last long. He really does not believe that he will not be able to consume an old fogey!

Wang Hong and sword saint spent less than one minute from speaking to fighting. Mingyue and Ahu, standing on the sand dunes in the distance, were stunned by the two fighting each other.

Although Mingyue knows that his cousin is very powerful, he is far from what he showed.

But she really didn't expect that Wang Hong could actually compete with Dugu Jian Holy War to this point, and after dozens of consecutive moves, it was only a little bit down.

And Ahu's eyes widened even after a while before he came to the sentence: "Young Hero Wang is so powerful?"

In the past few years, he has brought nearly a hundred people here. In this oasis, there are only five that can support the sword saint second sword.

As for Wang Hong, a powerhouse that competes with sword saint, I have never seen one.

As the sword saint's sword speed is getting faster and faster, Hanyue Jiedao has been faintly unable to keep up.

But at this moment, Wang Hong gave up the idea of ​​keeping a distance. This hearty battle made him feel happy and wanted to roared towards the sky.

At the same time, I have been practicing hard for seven years, but it has been difficult for the Blade Technique of Great Accomplishment to destroy emotions. It was in this brief moment making a breakthrough.

According to the situation, the "cutting lovesickness" of the three extinctions of love came out!

Wang Hong, who has always been accustomed to casting spells in the back row, is silent and overcast. At this moment, he combines his timidity and very ruthless into this a sabre light.

With a ding-dong sound, the ordinary steel essence long sword of sword saint broke into two pieces instantly.

The vigorous sword qi was broken open by "Acacia Slash". The sharpness of the Cold Moon Ring Sword is naturally not something ordinary soldiers can resist.

What's strange is that after the Acacia Slash was finished, the magical nature that was boiling like a blazing fire subsided on its own without the suppression of Ice Heart Art.

The sword saint stood still and felt lost. Although he had weapons, he was indeed defeated by the young man in front of him.

"What was the name of the knife just now?" After the two were silent for a while, Sword Saint suddenly asked.

"Zhan Xiangsi!" Wang Hong replied casually.

At this moment, he is still immersed in the aftertaste of Acacia Slash. For some reason, Wang Hong always feels that this blade is wonderful, but he has not been able to bring out the Blade Intent.

"Zhan Acacia? Acacia also needs to be cut?" Sword Saint muttered to himself.

Different from Wang Hong, who has always been striving for stability, sword saint is full of ups and downs.

Practice sword at the age of five, become famous at the age of nine, and fully understand sword dao at the age of thirteen.

In order to pursue sword dao Peak, sword saint thought hard, and learned that he had served the "seventh life forgetfulness", so that he was ruthless throughout his life, and it was impossible to practice the perfect Sword Art.

Unwilling to accept the interruption of Path of Sword Dao's sword saint, I went to Dongying to find a "half heart" that could relieve the "Seventh World" 18 moves before Art.

However, due to some accidents, the "half-heart" failed, and sword saint became a heartless person again. After returning to the Central Plains alone, he created swords nineteen to twenty-two.

Therefore, for today's Dugu Jian Sheng, the three words "Zhan Xiangsi" made him both heart palpitations and completely incomprehensible.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Hong, who was still full of confusion, suddenly remembered a classic he had read in his early years, and couldn't help chanting it softly.

"The beauty is far away, lovesickness, several thoughts, hard to pay for each other, ten years of love for a hundred years, no lovesickness can not bear!"

Wang Hong's voice is clear and long, Not only awakened the sword saint who was also contemplating, but also moistened the eyes of the bright moon on the sand dunes in the distance.

Fortunately, Wang Hong quickly separated from the state of literary and artistic youth, moved towards Sand Dune and beckoned and shouted: "Mingyue, come here, let's find sword saint is a good comment!"