Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 1140 You must have fun (for the monthly ticket 15 thousand and five plus more)

  [Deyi], is a world-famous sword hidden in the Great Palace of Wei.

  Wei Emperor gave this sword to him, and his expectations for Yan Shaofei are self-evident.

   Yan Shaofei, as a ranger, was able to defeat the heroes in the Wei state, and was even more proud of the world in Guanhetai. Of course it can be called a Tianjiao.

  At this moment, he used the red lotus karma to fire into the sword, and with the help of Zhongshan Weisun’s dragon bird soldiers to "wash" the red lotus, he took this sword as true.

   Then a sword came straight.

  Wash the lead and bloom like a dream.

  This is a sword straight to the heart, and it is also a stunning sword.

  Only with this sword, it is hardly lost to Gan Changan's karma swordsmanship!

   But Zhongshan Weisun did not give in.

  Dragon bird soldier killing and sword picking red lotus are both powerful killing methods. After colliding with each other, the sky is scattered.

  Yan Shaofei's ability to stab and return to the true "satisfaction" from "Luoying Colorful" is indeed a step ahead.

  But this does not explain much.

  It's just that this sword is more appropriate at this moment, that's all.

  And his punches are stronger!

  In the world of flowers and blood, facing Yan Shaofei who is stepping forward.

   Facing this hero, and his proud sword.

   Zhongshan Weisun’s fist "drums".

  Precisely, it was the surging soldiers that wrapped his fist. Like water flowing, like waves rushing, and even... wrapped around his body.

  The fierce soldiers surging forward, shrinking instantly and condensing into a real thing.

  It's piece by piece...

  Black and shiny beetle leaves.

   Layers on top of each other, covering the whole body of Zhongshan Weisun.

  The upper part is like a cow's top horn, and the armour runs up with fire patterns.

   only revealed a pair of indifferent eyes.

  A rich and elegant young man, he turned into a **** and ruthless battlefield killer in a flash.

  The secret of the Zhongshan clan, 【Exercising Soldiers and Butchering Demon Armor】.

  It is not a treasure of armor, but a top-notch combat technique that strengthens all aspects of practitioners.

  Jing Kingdom’s current general, Yingyangwei, Zhongshan Yanwen, relied on this technique to go deep into the border for eight thousand miles, slashing the real demon and returning, and his fame moved the world!

  After Zhongshan Yanwen created this work, it replaced the Zhongshan clan’s original inheritance technique and became the core secret of the family.

  This shows its power.

  Zhongshan Weisun’s soldier slaughter armor has his own understanding that is different from the original, and it is more suitable for him to integrate into the power of Nanming Lihuo.

  At this moment, Zhongshan Weisun, with a helmet and armor, stands in place like a steel statue.

   Indifferent and hard.

   And he threw his fist...

"kill!"

   "I should die in the enemy's battle!"

  "My generation will never retreat!"

   Chi Li Li!

  锵锵锵锵!

  In an instant, the "blood" and "flowers" flying all over the sky were all pushed away. The breath of horror swept across.

  Zhongshan Weisun blasted out with a punch, and countless ghosts of the army behind him appeared and died.

  Or horse, or shout to kill, or charge, or behead...

  Exactly, the cavalry protrudes the gunshots!

  Under such a fist, even the proud sword has to bend slightly, even if it is Yan Shaofei, he has to retreat!

  Fist against the long sword, the two moved forward and backward.

  The blood and flowers all over the sky are accelerating the collapse.

  When everyone was amazed by this scene, Cao Jie leaned back gently, and the silent and invisible power spread, blocking Jiang Wang from left and right——

  Just now, he felt the sword intent that this young man escaped, and he knew what he had learned.

  In order to prevent others from insight, he quietly covered it.

  Jian Wang suddenly felt that it was not the dragon spearman killing or the sword picking up the red lotus. It is true that these two killing methods are extremely good, and his fire world art is on the same level. Even because of the practitioner's cultivation base, these two styles of performance are much stronger than his fire world technique.

  But it was Yan Shaofei's sword "satisfaction" that made the long love scream, let his sword intent flourish, and even escape.

  Too fit.

  He saw this sword and immediately realized it.

  His young frivolous sword almost jumped out of his mind. The sword spirit of Sauvignon Blanc, flying in the Wufu Sea with joy,

  Young and frivolous, there is nothing more "satisfied"!

  Because of his ambition, he was satisfied, so he looked forward to his own self.

  Because young and proud, so indulge frivolous!

  Jiang Wang once saw Chaoyu’s ten years of killing with a hidden sword, and realized the "ten years of desolation, life and death" of the famous sword.

  Today, I saw Yan Shaofei’s proud sword style, and realized the "satisfaction" of young swords.

  The so-called humane sword style is exactly the interpretation of the word "human". This is to observe people, the world, and oneself. It is a summary and analysis of all experiences.

  First Chaoyu, then Yan Shaofei.

  Realize the true meaning of oneself with the true meaning of others.

   Really amazing.

  The sprouting touch at this moment made Jiang Wang almost want to jump onto the stage, cut out his own sword in the colorful blood and flowers of the falling Ying, and screamed and replied.

Of course,    can only be pressed.

  Except for Zhenjun Yu, who presided over the race, and the supreme who descended from the six laws, anyone who interferes in the race of the Yellow River Meeting is looking for death.

  Jiang Wang calmed down his emotions, reduced his sword intent, and continued to watch the battle, not knowing what Cao Ji did just now.

  Cao Jie said indifferently.

  Sitting next to him, Ji Zhaonan did not squint.

  But see on the field——

  Zhongshan Weisun ran the soldiers to slaughter the magic armor, urging the Zhongshan clan’s secret Jiuhe killing fist, and repelled Yan Shaofei with a "iron cavalry protruding knives and guns."

  Fisting rushed into the army, and the force overwhelmed the audience.

  Blast the air and sword energy to seal the opponent's room for maneuver.

   has the upper hand for a while, like a **** like a devil.

  And Yan Shaofei retreats and then retreats.

  His retreating speed couldn't keep up with the speed of Zhongshan Weisun Jin, and the fist of the proud sword covered with armor became more and more curved.

  However, his expression is not frightened, his eyes are sad.

  Sad?

  Zhongshan Weisun can’t understand.

  The spectators in the stands also did not understand.

  In this vast world, there is a huge crowd of people, each with its own sorrows and joys.

  Many living beings in this world, all people outside of the body...

   is a spectator to me.

  This sadness has no repetition, and this hatred is endless.

  No one needs to know!

Zhongshan Weisun, who was under the Demon Armor, saw that Yan Shaofei looked at all this with sad eyes, and the jade ring with the hoop suddenly exploded, and her long hair danced wildly.

  The sadness in his eyes disappeared, becoming brilliant and joyful.

  The extreme, overflowing joy almost came out of his eyes.

  However, for some reason, seeing this kind of "joy" makes people feel heavier.

  For Zhongshan Weisun, the change in the opponent's mood is second. The key point is at this moment. He clearly feels that the opponent's momentum is soaring!

  The power of the sword suppressed by his iron fist was instantly as mighty as a river of raging waves!

  The Deyi Sword suddenly straightened, and Zhongshan Weisun, who was wearing a helmet and armor, was shot thirteen steps away!

  Boom boom boom boom!

   Step on the ground step by step, step by step hard, and then you can stand firmly!

what happened?

  Under the state of playing soldiers and killing the magic armor, all aspects of his strength have soared. Why is he overwhelmed by his opponent?

What Zhongshan Weisun didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

  Long hair danced wildly, Yan Shaofei's eyes were full of extreme joy, suddenly burst into laughter.

  This was a very abrupt scene, but it happened very naturally.

  His momentum, his mind, his Daoyuan, his blood... everything about him is being consumed by himself, and he is swaying brilliantly at this time!

  Supernatural powers, [must be happy]!

   Do everything, just for the moment of beauty.

  If you can't have fun, you will die!

  This is a real life-threatening supernatural power. By using this supernatural power, the practitioner consumes everything, boils everything, and exhausts everything...the glory of his life will bloom for a moment, and the combat power will be improved in all directions.

  If you can beat your opponents to "happiness", Fanghua can do the same.

  If you can't beat your opponent, you will die on the spot.

   is also an all-round increase in combat power.

  The need to pay such a terrible price to pay such a terrible price, only in terms of the amplification effect, it must be far better than the general boosting magical power, and it is not comparable to Zhongshan Weisun’s soldiers and monsters.

  So Yan Shaofei shakes the sword, and he has forced the retreat of Zhongshan Weisun.

  Two people who were originally quite strong, opened the gap at this time.

  In the state of Xu Jinhuan, Yan Shaofei straightened his sword straight forward.

  A sword pierced through the colorful blood and flowers, so brilliant and dazzling.

  But I don’t know why, the steps seem to be jerky, some staggered, some stumbled.

  It seems to be drunk!

  In the sight, the movement seems to have slowed down.

  But in perception, this sword has become so heavy and so strong.

  He laughed, rejoiced, and proud.

  But his sword was sad, struggling, and painful.

  With such a sword, the cuckoo cuckles blood and mourns.

  Looking at the shaky sword handed it over.

  Zhongshan Weisun found that he could only retreat, only to retreat!

  He couldn't bear such a heavy pain, and he couldn't bear such a sorrow.

  What kind of sword is this?

  Zhongshan Weisun was retreating, mustering the evil spirits, and in the state of performing soldiers and slaughtering the magic armor, he shot a nine-unit killing punch.

   Bingsha stood up behind him, covered the cage high in the sky, covered the clouds and the sun, and swept forward.

  This is a punch that condenses the momentum, a punch that swept the tide.

  The army is invincible.

  The so-called "dark cloud overwhelms the city to destroy the city"!

  But the sword actually stabbed in.

   pierced in crookedly.

   Separate the black clouds and pierce the evil spirits.

   disintegrated his fist, Yan Shaofei just laughed so loudly, and staggered into it.

  One sword has crossed the neck!

  Zhongshan Weisun felt a chill on his back!

  This opponent, this one did not pay much attention in advance, and later did not find more background Wei Dihaoxia.

  He uses a sword named "Deyi".

  He picked up a magical power called "Xu Jinhuan".

  His eyes are full of joy, and his face is full of laughter.

  His sword power seems to be walking in a guilty manner, sad and heavy.

  What has this person experienced?

  What kind of story does this man have?

  What kind of swordsmanship is this! ?

  The Starlight Holy Building in the distant Star Dome, the Holy Building of Weisun in Zhongshan and the Holy Building of Yan Shaofei complement each other.

  And the five houses in the body vibrated.

  Zhongshan Weisun looked straight at Yan Shaofei, his eyes were as deep as prison for an instant.

  He activated the magical powers that had been revealed in the previous rounds of battle...

  【Prison】!

  Interrogate the opponent’s soul, giving him endless torture and endless pain.

  With the continuous development of magical powers, the prison will become more and more "rich".

  In the first round of battle, as soon as the prison came out, the opponent from the Northwest Five Nations Alliance collapsed on the spot. That is also the arrogant of the five northwestern countries, who was born in a bitter cold place and is known for his firm will!

  When the opponent is proud, it is a good time for the prison to show its power.

  There is no more suitable choice than this.

  Zhongshan Weisun clenched his iron fist, ready to take up the attack at any time.

but……

  The magical powers of **** fall.

   Yan Shaofei's expression has not changed at all, he is still smiling brightly, his eyes full of joy. And stumbled, a sword has already come!

  The magical powers of **** on him, it has no effect at all!

  Or to be more precise, the prison has already taken effect, but Yan Shaofei has endured the pain.

  This can only show that the pain the person is now feeling is deeper and more suffering!

  Zhongshan Weisun suddenly gave birth to a kind of enlightenment.

  This person's current state may be based on painful sins.

   Then he made a conclusion that Yan Shaofei in this state is invincible!

   So blasted out a "steel cavalry protruding knives and guns", and without hesitation, he rose from the air and moved his body around.

  Unconsciously, his fighting will has changed again and again.

  From a strong defeat of the opponent, to a serious defeat of the opponent, and now... to survive the opponent's supernatural powers and wait for a good opportunity.

  Of course, the heart to win has not been extinguished from beginning to end.

  For war, the outcome is always more important than the process.

  Know how to avoid the edge, and then you know how to war.

  But at this moment.

   Faced with Zhongshan Weisun’s Jiuhe Killing Punch, Yan Shaofei did not evade.

  He just stumbled forward, facing Zhongshan Weisun with a sword!

  Boom!

   Fist blasted Yan Shaofei mercilessly, directly blasting the starlight of his body guard, and blasting his breastbone into a hollow. Make a hard, painful sound,

  But Yan Shaofei is still laughing.

  He was not killed by this punch when he was in a state of full-bodied joy.

  He smiled happily and stumbled forward and fell.

  Like an innocent and happy child, brandishing a wooden sword, laughing and running, but his feet are unstable and fall down on the spot.

   But this is the drop.

  Zhongshan Weisun’s uplifting momentum was blocked on the spot, and the whole person was chopped by countless sword auras born out of thin air.

  Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

  That is the sound of sword qi cutting soldiers and demon armor.

  In this crazy sword gas cutting, Zhongshan Weisun was forced back to the ground.

  And Yan Shaofei fell down in front of him!

  Like a drunk who drank his sorrows, like a child who fell down, fell and threw forward in front of him.

   What a coincidence, the proud sword, but it is right in his heart!

  Zhongshan Weisun is unwilling, dissatisfied, and uncomfortable!

  He still has supernatural powers yet to be dealt, and his hole cards have not yet been shown, and the Jiuhe Killing Fist has not yet been performed!

  He is the dignified state of Jing Tianjiao, how can he!

   But the extremely sad and painful sword aura raged wildly in his body.

  His pain and his sins have been ignited again, and the red lotus fire has even been set ablaze. The flame of pain burns in the body...

  A clear light comforted him.

   comforted his body, and his heart was more painful!

  Because Yu Yu got involved.

  In the voice of True Monarch Yu Xun about victory and defeat.

  Zhongshan Weisun looked at Yan Shaofei who was half-fallen in front of him, piercing his heart with a long sword while supporting himself.

   He spit out blood, and asked with difficulty: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

  After asking the question, he suddenly remembered that the person opposite seemed to be dumb.

  Probably because he was born unable to speak, this guy was so painful.

   can only be so focused, so it is so powerful...

  At such a moment, Weisun Zhongshan had strange ideas inexplicably—if Huang Sheli became dumb someday, he would have become stronger, right?

   "God hurt."

Yan Shaofei said.

   drew the proud sword.

  The moment Jianfeng separated, Zhongshan Weisun wanted Zhao Tiezhu to come out and say something.

   But looking at this guy who drew his sword and retreated, feeling the depression and sadness, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

  Will you be beaten again when you go back?

  There is no way. Failure to show the peak is also equivalent to lack of strength.

  But grandpa, I really worked hard.

  Forget it, you won’t listen, right?

  That's it...

  The person lying on the ground is lying flat.

  The person who is standing back has no expression on his face.

  The extreme joy just disappeared, and then there was only endless sadness and sorrow.

  Although he won this game, he seemed to squat by a few points.

  It's not that you have to be happy without returning Fanghua, but that this sword hurts yourself and then hurts others!

  People can't help but ask, what kind of story does he and his sword style have?

  The victory and defeat on the stage of performing martial arts has been divided, but the noise of the stage of performing martial arts is suddenly boiling!

  This battle turned out to be Wei Guotianjiao won!

  Tianjiao, who was born in a non-overlord country, has reached the last step and is qualified to compete for the leader of the Yellow River Club!

  Jingguo's complexion was ugly, and he couldn't believe it.

  Wei people were overjoyed and cheered.

  Wu Xun, the general of the Wei state, stood up directly, with an excited expression: "Yan Shaofei! When I return to China, I will lead the horse for you!"

  But Yan Shaofei just held his sword, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was lonely. Standing alone on the stage, like being abandoned by the whole world.

  Although today...

  The world is proud of watching the river platform!

  　 is written too smoothly, it is inseparable, only more than four thousand words can be sent together.

  　　 I'm so angry, I can't save the manuscript.

  (End of this chapter)