Chapter 19 Rebirth Expected

"Senior, why do you stop me from going?" Wu Pengwei asked.

Shang Jian smiled and turned to look at the rolling sky at the top of the mountain. His eyes were like iron: "If you rush to die, won't Nian's painstaking efforts be wasted? The world praises you for being calm and wise, but I think you are just a man.

"How did the senior know that I would die if I went there? How do you know I'm not prepared?" Wu Pengwei answered neither humble nor arrogant, and was not a little timid because the other party was a master.

"Hmm, presumptuous."

Shang Jian shouted in a low voice, and the power of qi and blood gushed out like a tide. The boundless darkness instantly enveloped the space beside Wu Pengwei, as if he had fallen into the eternal night.

And in the eternal night, Shang Jian, dressed in white like snow, is like the gorgeous king of Shura. His body is huge and towering, and his palm is shot in the air.

Wu Pengwei's eyes tightened, and he unhurriedly poked out a long, narrow and dark knife from behind him. The arc of the knife body was extremely beautiful, and a dark tiger head at the handle of the knife was lifelike.

When the power of Shang Jian's qi and blood turned into a huge pressure - the realm of eternal night, Wu Pengwei poured the power of qi and blood into the tiger of yin and fire at this time.

Above the tiger's head, a pair of crimson eyes bloom.

A huge black tiger with ribbed wings jumped out. The tiger was surrounded by rising black fireworks and roared up to the sky without a sound, but the original dark eternal night had a trace of dark red lines, which converged into a huge purple-red flame moon pattern.

As soon as the moon pattern sounded, the purple-red light spread out, gradually devouring the eternal night and turning it into a cold red fire.

The air is as cold as ice in an instant.

"How can it be?"

Shang Jian shouted angrily and waved his big sleeve. A folding fan made of green jade slipped from the sleeve and clenched it in the palm of his hand. The folding fan made of green jade made a crisp sound, and five narrow blades ejected from the folding fan.

Shang Jian's folding fan was like a thorn of a sword, and the five narrow and long blades were combined in one place, with great blue light, and a huge green light and shadow burst out of it, crashing into the rushing tiger of the dark fire.

The power of qi and blood came out, and the power of the unparalleled soul blade was fully opened. Even if it was as strong as Shang Jian, a martial arts master, he couldn't help stagnant qi and blood and slightly retreated half a step.

The cyan light dragon also retreated at this time, accumulating strength and preparing for the next round of fighting.

The tiger of Yinhuo also crawled to the ground, reflecting a deep red light in his eyes, and the light and shadow of his whole body were looming. Obviously, it was hit by the powerful blow of Shang Jian's martial soul, and it was not easy for him to be in a soul state.

Just when the tiger of the fire was extremely empty, Wu Pengwei's figure quietly moved on it. He stretched out his right hand, pressed on the top of the tiger's head, and shouted in a low voice: "Break."

"The spirit of red fire and madness of gold" suddenly burst out, as if it was injected into the body of the tiger of the fire, making its illusory body produce vague water lines, which was the result of Wu Pengwei's power of qi and blood wantonly destruction in his body.

"Tiger of Yin Fire, why don't you surrender?"

In a low shout, a huge white lion light and shadow bloomed on Wu Pengwei's head. Although the lion was silver and white, it was covered with golden light, and his body was extremely long, and faint golden scales appeared on it.

"Huss and blood derivation? The transformation of the martial soul? This boy actually vaguely touched the realm of tens of thousands of enemies?

Shang Jian was shocked. One night ago, the boy's power of qi and blood was still at the peak of thousands of people. Although it was the peak, it was still a long way from the ten thousand enemies. It was not like a thin layer of paper from the ten thousand enemies now.

This is too strange. If ordinary people want to reach tens of thousands of enemies from the peak of thousands of people, it will take at least five years of isolation. Even if they reach that paper gap, it will take at least two years to practice. This is still a disciple with amazing talent. Ordinary people with ordinary qualifications may have no hope to arrive for a lifetime.

But it took Wu Pengwei less than a night, and the power of qi and blood soared, which was too strange.

In addition to Shang Jian's surprise, Wu Pengwei, who knelt on one knee and stood on the head of the tiger of the fire, exerted his strength again. This time, he changed his other right hand. On his right hand, silvery water light bloomed, bursting, like a sharp dagger chiseled into the mind of the tiger of fire.

"Are you convinced?"

In the low shout, the light and shadow of the Yinhuo Tiger were blurred again, and at this time, Wu Pengwei's left hand burst into golden fireworks, bombarding the head of the Yinhuo Tiger again.

Then, there is the right palm that blooms with white light.

One at a time, staggered and take turns to hit.

The roar of the Yinhuo Tiger is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, Wu Pengwei raised his left hand again, and the golden fireworks wrapped around it into a dragon-shaped character and smashed into the middle of the Yinhuo Tiger's forehead.

"Dragon Soul Dafa?"

Shang Jian's vision is not sharp. As the suzerain of the ancient famous sect, he knows many secrets of the ages, which are recorded in the classics of the sect.

The dragon soul method is the secret of the dragon emperor, and it must be the dragon emperor who is proficient in divine thoughts. In the history of the endless sea, there are few such kings.

Unexpectedly, Wu Pengwei took into account the power of his mind when he was proficient in martial arts, which was simply unheard of.

It was not until this moment that Shang Jian began to believe in the majestic deeds of Wu Pengwei, who swept the endless sea, and began to look at this younger generation with new eyes.

The tiger of yin and fire roared sadly, and finally turned into a ball of light and shadow projected on the left palm of Wu Pengwei. The coldness eroded the bone. After a moment, it recovered as usual, but there was a dark tiger head image on the palm, which was ferocious and strange.

A generation of unparalleled famous blade "Tiger of Yin and Fire" succumbed to the control of Wu Pengwei.

"Good boy, it seems that you have made a plan for a long time. With the help of my power of qi and blood, you can compete with the tiger of yin and fire, and then take advantage of the virtual and use the 'Dragon Soul Method' to subdue it. You are really smart." Shang Jian couldn't laugh or cry, but she admired Wu Pengwei very much in her heart.

It is extremely difficult to subdue a unparalleled soul blade, and the non-master level cannot be subdued.

However, Wu Pengwei skillfully used the power of his qi and blood to compete with the spirit. He looked at the right opportunity and subdued the soul blade in one in ten million times. Among them, the calculation was ingenious, the timing was accurate, and the viciousness of his vision was by no means an idle person.

"This son is not a thing in the pool. In time, he may really be able to carry forward the martial arts in the south of the Yangtze River and over the north of the river."

"Ha ha, the patriarch of Shang is full of amazing energy and blood. The younger generation is just careful to borrow it. I hope you can forgive me." Wu Pengwei spit out his tongue, a rare playful scoundrel.

However, this appearance fell into Shang Jian's eyes, which made him feel that Wu Pengwei was still a child. Invisibly, the relationship between the two was a little closer.

"Senior, can you let me go now?" Seeing that the time was ripe, Wu Pengwei asked again.

"Huh? However, overnight, the power of your qi and blood has advanced by leaps and bounds, only a trace from the ten thousand enemies. Unfortunately, Miao Wu's strength is the peak of ten thousand enemies. After all, there is still a gap between you and him. Shang Jian thought about it and always felt that Wu Pengwei's chance of winning was extremely small, less than one.

Wu Pengwei said slowly: "How can martial arts be measured by the simple power of qi and blood? The right time, place and people are indispensable. Even courage and luck are extremely important. In the martial arts test, there are many cases of the weak defeating the strong. The master of Shang is a generation of masters and should understand the essence. "

"Ha ha, well, you are really brave enough to talk to me in such a tone." Shang Jian smiled softly and said, "That's all. If you show some skills to prove that you have the possibility of defeating nothing, I'll let you go. I'm not demanding. If you have a three-point chance of winning, I'll let you go."

"Please take a look at the senior."

Wu Pengwei said no more, but pulled out the tiger of dark fire and stabbed a sword in the void. This sword was as fast as light fire. It seemed extremely simple, but it was complicated to the point of no more, but the sword was completed in one breath, fast lightning.

After the sword was put into the sheath, the shadow of the sword still did not dissipate, and a huge dark word "Buddha" was clearly reflected in the air.

"Wan Jiansheng Buddha?"

Shang Jian frowned, but Wu Pengwei's next move surprised him.

Wu Pengwei put out the knife again. This knife is full of weather, like the regeneration of Shura, full of murderous spirit. Sursurdly, the knife finally cracked, silent, just like the laziness of the recovery of everything, simple and direct.

But this knife fell into Shang Jian's eyes, but it made him sigh.

"That's all. Your talent is amazing. You can find the sword path track of ' ten thousand swords become Buddha' just from Nian'an's corpse. It's amazing, but you can understand the trick of breaking the sword in one night, and you have two powers of mutiny qi and blood, which really makes me have nothing to say. You have nothing to do with Miao, although the chance of winning is still It's not high, but there are already great variables.

Shang Jian took a step sideways and gave way to the bottom of the mountain. At the same time, she also took out a small cyan lamp-shaped pendant from her arms. The cyan lamp swayed in the transparent cover, fluttering like smoke.

Shang Jian handed the pendant to Wu Pengwei.

"Master Shang, what is this?" Wu Pengwei took it and felt that there seemed to be a fire of life on the pendant.

"This is the green lantern yuan god pendant, which was given to me by a generation of gods and masters 20 years ago. It sealed a wisp of remnant soul before Nian An's death. If you can reach the realm of the god of martial arts, he may be able to find the way to rebirth for him."

"What?" Wu Pengwei was overjoyed when he heard this, "That's great, Lord Shang, I'm leaving now."

With the great joy in his heart, Wu Pengwei rushed down the mountain like an arrow, but his heart was happy.

He has the door of life and death, and now he has the "Dragon Soul Method". As long as there is a trace of residual soul, it can make people reborn. The only obstacle is that his divine power has not reached the level of "creation", and he can only resurrect the ghost Shura in the infinite ring, but even so, it is already great. The good news.

There is hope for the rebirth of Ghost Shura!

Bai Nian'an is expected to be reborn!