Chapter 24 Beihuang Jianzun

The sword body is as red as blood, and the red light is bursting. It comes silently but extremely fierce.

It is Wu Pengwei's super soul blade - the Red Army.

Above the Red Army, the fire burst out, and the fireworks were intertwined, turning into an illusory and ethereal red eagle, which swallowed Miao Wu in an instant.

Miao Wu didn't respond at all, allowing the sword and fire to devour himself.

Only when the flame was burning, a slight low shout came from the gorgeous firelight.

"broken"

A little white light spreads like a oscillating water pattern.

The light is soft but not weak. It spreads and opens in an instant. The fireworks wrapped outside crack like red silk, and finally dissipate invisible.

Miao Wu came out with a sword, and a red cinnabar mole on his forehead attracted people's attention.

His pair of narrow and beautiful eyes swept Wu Pengwei, smiled silently, and cut off with a sword. The purple light was like a flower, soft as the afterglow of the sunset.

Wu Pengwei pulled out and retreated.

Under the observation of his "chawei" heart method, this sword has no cleverness, simple and direct, but it can't find a flaw.

It's natural.

Wu Pengwei was a little surprised, but he still made the fastest and calmest response.

The "Red Army" drew a "Z"-shaped track in the air, which was extremely slow. The blade was torn in the air, like a wiped match. A little fire light spread out at the blade, and the more it burned, the bigger it burned.

At the same time, his right palm threw out a white water light, and the sword of his left hand suddenly accelerated, and a sword fell on the white light.

Water and fire intersect and burst.

This move is a masterpiece of Wu Pengwei's cleverness. There is no "blue water dragon blade" and "zero cut" can't be used, which is why there is a hasty move.

Although the move is simple, the power is just right. The three months of life and death in the endless sea make him grasp the details of power more accurately.

"Hmm, it's more than exquisite, and it's not strong enough."

The soft voice sounded again, and Miao Wu was like a glowing human-shaped sun. The blazing white light spewed out of him, touching the bursting air of Wu Pengwei's water and fire, and immediately melted it into invisible.

The light of the polar day can melt all the power.

In the white daylight, a delicate woman's palm poked out and printed directly on Wu Pengwei's chest. The latter flew out backwards and fell on the ground for more than ten times. Finally, he barely fixed his body and staggered to stand up.

This blow is extremely fast and electric. With Wu Pengwei's "chawei" mind method, he can't find a loophole and is irresistible.

Fortunately, he practiced "King Kong Undead", and his body was extremely strong, but even so, a clear white fingerprint was reflected on his chest, which was faintly painful.

"Huh? He's not dead?"

Miao Wuwei was a little surprised.

He used the ancient Japanese-type mysterious skill "Compassion Palm" of "Killing Sect". This palm is the palm used by ancient monks to subdue the giant beasts. The power can be seen, and it is rendered by Miao Wu's polar daylight, which is even more powerful.

As long as he is a master under the enemy, even if he has a refined level of soul weapon protection, he can kill him with one blow.

This move never failed when he was the enemy in the past, but today there was an accident.

But it's just an accident. In the vast knowledge of martial arts, "Compassion Palm" is just an ordinary martial arts, and there are at least ten sets of martial arts that are more powerful than it.

Inhale, draw the sword, and lock Wu Pengwei 20 meters away with sword gas, killing.

"Kid, who are you? How can I be in the endless sea? I'll give you a chance to answer my satisfaction within three breaths. I'll only break your arm, otherwise, your life will be insurable.

Miao Wu's smile is like a flower, a gorgeous red lip, a little like cinnabar in the forehead, with a tight red monk's robe, it has a bit of bone-eating charm, which makes it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

People who are just familiar with him understand what a smile means.

Like a flower and a sadonym, it is almost synonymous with death. Jiangbei martial arts people all hope to lose their souls.

Wu Pengwei exhaled a turbid breath and shook his body gently. When he tried to get rid of the other party's murderous situation, he bowed and sank his waist. He stepped forward, with the "Red Army" long sword in his hand and stroked the blade with his right hand, tit-for-tat.

Sink as a mountain abyss, calm as the sea, a pair of eyes without sadness or joy, quiet as water.

Miao Wu was slightly stunned, and then the light in his eyes burst out, and the bright red lips drew a perfect arc again, and a sword cut out.

The purple light is like thunder, unbridled, turning into a huge purple phoenix in the air. Above the phoenix is an angry King Kong cross-legged, ferocious and powerful.

Wu Pengwei's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and in the deepest part of his pupils, a pair of triangular marks turned like flying.

When the "micro-detection" heart method is used, the brain runs rapidly.

This sword was constantly enlarged, enlarged, and enlarged in the depths of his mind.

Unfortunately, the sword road is as straight as a thorn, and the trajectory is impeccable. The most terrible thing is that the sword qi is evenly distributed, and every smallest gas distribution point is full and meticulous, and no gap can be found.

It's irresistible.

Wu Pengwei's heart sank. This blow was fierce and unparalleled, only hard resistance, and there was no other way.

It's just that the other party's polar daylight can almost melt its own power of qi and blood. For the other party, the five-line heart method is unbearable, and purely in terms of the power of qi and blood, Wu Pengwei thinks that it is difficult to compete with each other, at least one realm is different.

Miao Wu is not only strong, but also intelligent.

In an moment when the sword waved, Wu Pengwei's retreat has been blocked. It takes a little time to enter the infinite ring, but the other party's sword spirit is almost pervasive and extremely fast, and even a little time gap is not left for Wu Pengwei.

Wu Pengwei can't retreat.

He took a deep breath and was ready to urge the extremely fierce blow of "King Kong Immortal". When he blocked the edge of the other party, he thought about how to escape from here.

With his current strength, he can't defeat Miao Wu.

In the middle of my mind, suddenly, a sharp cyan sword light cut off in the air, and abruptly smashed the Miao Wu's must-kill blow.

"Who?"

Miao Wu's look sank, just like a cat stepped on its tail. The purple Mingwang sword soared in an instant, and the purple burst into a huge lotus flower. Above the lotus flower, a bright king's light and shadow on all sides crossed its knees, looming.

"Pretty boy, don't be nervous, it's not someone else, it's me."

The 200,000-jin giant door collapsed, and a big man with a huge cyan sword came in. Behind him was a beautiful girl in a light yellow robe and combed into a ponytail hanging on his chest.

The woman's face is plain, not stained with a trace of powder, and her face is as soft as water. Only a pair of crystal eyes are extremely ethereal, as if she can hide the whole blue sky.

It is as elegant as a chrysanthemum, ethereal and beautiful. The appearance of the girl is like a blooming autumn chrysanthemum, which is as beautiful as a peony.

"Northern Wasteland Sword - Sword Wuji?"

Miao Wu's expression tightened, and the hand holding the "Purple Qi Ming King" suddenly creaked, as if facing a big enemy.

Jian Wuji waved his hand, carried the big sword in his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Beautiful boy of the Killing Sect, don't worry, I'm not here to find you today. Although I have a problem with your uncle, I won't be angry with you. Go quickly. There's nothing wrong with you here."

Miao Wu's narrow eyes tightened and said faintly, "I will return today's report in the future."

Jian Wuji didn't even look at it, and waved his hand directly.

Miao Wu picked up the silk cocoon wrapped in the dragon sky on the ground, and gently retreated. The purple gas dissipated and soon disappeared behind the giant door.

At this time, Jian Wuji took a look at the words on the ground and frowned: "Why is even Zi Laoer involved in this matter? There are many acquaintances in this endless sea, but I don't know what's wrong with the Dragon Whale."

He said to himself, waved his hand, and the cyan giant sword suddenly fell into the air. A cyan sword spirit pierced into the body of the master and apprentice like a needle. Unexpectedly, it did not cause any damage, and even his clothes did not move.

Jian Wuji enters the road with a sword and is known as the sword master. All martial arts skills and the power of qi and blood are related to the sword. This kind of ingenious work of soft sword spirit is just right. It can be said that it is a magical skill. Wu Pengwei was amazed.

The martial arts master on the Chiyou tablet is really extraordinary with unique skills.

The sword spirit is like the body. Yan must lose and his master suddenly woke up. As soon as he woke up, Yan must lose was shocked like a rabbit. He jumped up and quickly took out two long silver thorns from his arms, looking nervously, like a mouse stealing things.

After looking at Wu Pengwei for a moment, he finally saw Wu Pengwei. At first, he was stunned, and then he almost suppressed tears. He ran to Wu Pengwei and shouted, "Brother Wei, you are still alive."

At the same time, the elegant and ethereal woman also walked to Wu Pengwei, stretched out the jade-like softness, and whispered, "B bring it."

Wu Pengwei was stunned, and the words beside him must be curious to grab the interface: "Brother Wei, have you robbed other girls' things? That's your fault, a girl, how are you so embarrassed?

Wu Pengwei shook his hand and gave him a shudder.