Chapter 688 Fighting

Bai Kai Fairy walked gently, stopped more than ten steps away from Wang Wujian, and said with a smile, "Little brother, do you think I'm beautiful? Or is the little girl around you beautiful?

Wang Wujian was stunned. She didn't expect that she could ask such a thing at this time. Although Bai Kai Fairy was extremely beautiful, she felt uncomfortable, and Sikong Zixian's appearance was no different from her at all. Moreover, there was no second person in Wang Wujian's heart that could compare with Sikong Zixian.

Sikong Zixian saw that Wang Wujian was silent, but stared at Bai Kai Fairy, pinched his hand hard, and scolded Bai Kai Fairy, "Huh! Hooking up in broad daylight, you are really shameless!"

Bai Kai Fairy turned around and said with a smile, "Hee hee, the little sister is so jealous! My little brother hasn't spoken yet. That's it. If he says he likes me, we will be a family in the future. At that time..."

"Wow!"

Wang Wujian stared angrily, pointed the halberd at the Bai Kai fairy, and said lightly, "If you want to talk nonsense again, I'll kill you first!"

The sound of dragon roaring came from the Qiankun painting halberd, and the black light rose, and everyone was shocked.

Bai Kai Fairy was not pleased and said with a strong smile, "Ha ha, you have a bad temper!"

The murderous atmosphere of this abandoned village suddenly rose. Wang Wujian and Sikong Zixian stood back to back and held their hands tightly together. The golden light emitted by the male and female bracelets was even more eye-catching. The blue light of the cold jade sword illuminated Si Kongzi Xian's beautiful face. The halberd emitted black light all over its body and thickly condensed on the halberd, like a wooden stick, tiger The tiger is powerful.

Six people slowly surrounded the two, and the six powerful true spirits staggered. This is the competition between the six people, and it is also the prelude to this fight.

The rope ghost secretly held two bound fairy ropes in his hand, and still looked indifferently, but at this time, he did not stare at the two with all his strength, but paid attention to slowly approaching his pangolin and Baikai fairy.

The pangolin has an evil smile on its face, and its round eyes reflect the shadow of the halberd. The body is bent, and its hands are clawed, like a cheetah rushing over at any time.

Five steps away from him was a dark red broken wind sister. The sword in his hand came out of its sheath. It was a dark red sword. The sword was engraved with two black fonts: broken soul, and the sword spirit of "broken soul" suddenly filled his whole body, and then enveloped the broken wind sister. Only a pair of phoenix eyes could be seen revealed the fierce light of forgiveness.

It was the Shangguan blade that jumped to the side of the two people. The two snow-white blades rotated slightly, and the light shone on their faces.

The one facing Wang Wujian is a jade-faced tiger. The golden fan in his hand turns out a picture on the back: a bloody tiger, looking up to the sky and roaring. The jade-faced tiger's eyes were not glorious, and there was no trace of blood on his face. A flash of elegant posture just now turned into an impenetrable remnant tiger.

Bai Kai Fairy was still full of water, and the fragrance all over her body flowed into everyone's nostrils. Her snow-white long sleeves hit her hands, and the power emitted made the rope ghost and jade-faced tiger next to her slightly change color slightly. Obviously, they all underestimated the woman who seemed to be able to show off.

Surrounded by six famous masters in the world, the boys and girls looked so thin, but their inner unyielding angered the magic soldiers in their hands.

"Kill" the six people coincidentally took action together. The two quickly flew up and escaped the first blow, and a big hole was blown up on the ground.

The fairy rope flew up, and the two of them blocked one after another and were forced to fall on both sides.

Wang Wujian faced the rope ghost, pangolin and jade-faced tiger.

Sikong Zixian and Sister Pofeng, Bai Kai Fairy, Shangguan fought together.

The blood-red sword spirit of the broken soul sword and the cyan sword spirit of the cold jade sword were intertrayed. The two figures fluttered back and forth. Sister Po Feng shouted loudly. The broken soul sword drew a fiery red circle in the air. The sword pointed to Sikong Zixian. The weeds and thorns on the ground were pulled up, and the red light lit up the walls on both sides.

Although Sikong Zixian's cultivation is not as good as that of Sister Pofeng, his swordsmanship is not weak. He quickly danced out a Taiji pattern. The red light here was immediately covered by blue light. The sword front pointed, and the two strands of swords collided, stirring up a blaze. Both of them took a few steps back with a shock.

Suddenly, a white silk was like a long rainbow, with a slight white light, and lightning went straight to Sikong Zixian.

Sikong Zixian had a dike for a long time. He turned over and jumped to the house. Under the house, the Baikai fairy shook her left hand. The white silk was like a white snake. She turned her head and tied a knot in the air. The front end was like a sledgehammer from the sky.

Sikong Zixian did not dare to take it and jumped away quickly. The Ling knot opened a huge hole on the roof. The dust in the house surged out of the window, and the broken tiles kept falling.

Shangguan's blade shook his double knife, jumped up, and cut it from the back of Sikong Zixian.

Sikong Zixian had a dike for a long time. He turned over and jumped to the house. Under the house, the Baikai fairy shook her left hand. The white silk was like a white snake. She turned her head and tied a knot in the air. The front end was like a sledgehammer from the sky.

Sikong Zixian did not dare to take it and jumped away quickly. The Ling knot opened a huge hole on the roof. The dust in the house surged out of the window, and the broken tiles kept falling.

Shangguan's blade shook his double knife, jumped up, and cut it from the back of Sikong Zixian.

"Ye"

With a loud noise, two big ring knives fell at Sikong Zixian's feet together, as if they weighed ten thousand catties, and half of the room collapsed.

Sikong Zixian was shocked and flew to the ground. He flew a sword and stabbed up the official blade, and two knives and one sword fought.

Bai Kai Fairy and Sister Pofeng stood opposite each other and added their eyes to each other. The blow to Sikong Zixian just now was a demonstration, and no one did their best.

Sister Pofeng flashed a cold light, and her figure moved. She joined the battle to besiege Sikong Zixian. The red light quickly shared the autumn color with the green light.

Bai Kai Fairy smiled and took something in her waist with her hands. Then two white silks flew out, like two whites, roaring and bringing a burst of dust.

The flying sand and stones on this side are dark, but the four people on the other side have not moved at all.

Wang Wujian clenched the Qiankun painting halberd in front of his chest, and the black air scattered on the halberd covered his face, which was extraorative. He was gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, silently waiting for his opponent to attack.

The three of them stood almost side by side, no more than five steps apart. They each carried their own skills and protected their bodies, but they did not mean to do it.

A few decades ago, a huge meteorite suddenly fell from the sky, and the evil spirit around it rushed to the sky, but mortals and animals died when they approached. Seventy-seven, forty-nine days later, suddenly black gas was everywhere, ten miles in radius, and all the vegetation died. Seventy-seven or forty-nine days later, dark clouds were dense, lightning and lightning split on the meteorite, and appeared. A halberd is coming.

The halberd is dazzling and rare in the world. At night, it is illuminated by the overflowing auspicious light. For a moment, the people in the mountains and wild, rich guests, princes and nobles, all move.

After another three days, the halberd turned dark black and cold, and then the world fought desperately for it and used everything, including these three people.

After the halberd disappeared for decades, it reappeared in the world. It happened to be met by these three people. In addition, the three of them have seen the power of the halberd with their own eyes. It is really a rare magic soldier in the world. Who doesn't want to get it?

However, although they all know that Wang Wujian's cultivation is mediocre, they are still a little afraid of the halberd. Coupled with the bracelet in Wang Wujian's hand, none of the three want to take action, not to mention their own. As long as one of the three people gets it, he will be besieged by the other two. Therefore, they should not only find a way to get the divine soldier, but also get rid of the potential. Opponent.

In this way, Wang Wujian and Sikong Zixian relieved a lot of pressure.

"Whew,w"

The rope ghost sacrificed two dark red bound fairy ropes, which were intertwined like poisonous snakes. Wang Wu's sword waved the halberd, and the sound of howling was deafening. Although the bound fairy rope was called 'continuous rope', it was also cut into several sections and fell to the ground.

The rope ghost was not surprised or angry. He recited the spell in his mouth, and his hands suddenly became black. It turned out to be witchcraft. Two tied fairy ropes flew over like lightning and lightning.

Wang Wujian saw that the two black gas in the hands of the rope ghost were very strange. The screen was condensing, the halberd danced, and the bound fairy rope was scattered on the ground like fallen leaves, but the bound fairy rope seemed to be endless, constantly growing, and * Wang Wujian retreated step by step.

The jade-faced tiger took the opportunity to hit over with a fan, and the pangolin turned its body and disappeared in place.

Wang Wujian can't scream well. The open gun is easy to dodge the dark arrow and difficult to prevent. He jumped on the spot and stood on the roof.

The jade-faced tiger jumped up, and a golden fan rotated back and forth in his hand, just like a wheel. What's more, the two bound fairy ropes kept flying on the ground, which made Wang Wujian dodge.

Suddenly, the roof tile moved, and Wang Wujian looked down. One hand had grabbed his foot and pulled it hard. Wang Wujian fell into the room, covered with dust.

Before he was sure, a slender old hand grabbed him like an eagle's claw. Wang Wujian God waved and opened him. A golden fan above rotated down like a golden wheel. The huge whirlwind blew his cheeks painfully. Wang Wujian rolled and dodged, leaving a deep trace on the ground.

Wang Wujian stood up and rushed out of the house. He happened to see the rope ghost dance and asked to come in, and stabbed with a halberd.

The rope ghost was shocked and retreated, and the roar of the halberd was around his ears. Even if there was a spell, it was too late to recite it.

The pangolin on the side twisted into the ground, but did not take action. The jade-faced tiger on the roof jumped down, but it only followed with twelve points of spirit and did not take action.

The rope ghost was in a cold sweat, and his face was whitewashed by the strength of the halberd. The beads of sweat on his head had condensed into two streams flowing down his temples. He was helpless for the pangolin and the jade-faced tiger.

The rope ghost was forced to retreat to a wall. There was no way to retreat. He deliberately bought a flaw. Wang Wu's swordsman raised a halberd, but stabbed half of the wall.

The rope ghost flew up and bound the fairy rope and entangled the halberd. Wang Wujian was shocked and his hands clenched. The two couldn't argue. Suddenly, the earth was loose under his feet. Wang Wujian knew that it was a pangolin. He quickly jumped up, but he was also grabbed by him, leaving five blood-red fingerprints on his left leg.

The flying fan roared. Wang Wujian took a few steps in the air, stabilized his body, and hit the fan back with a hard block. The jade-faced tiger turned over to catch it, and the fan was undamaged.

Wang Wujian was stunned. A fan could withstand the full blow of the halberd. It must also be a strange treasure, but I don't know what else is mysterious. Suddenly, the fairy rope was pulled, and Wang Wujian fell to the ground and almost fell down.

Two bound fairy ropes were entangled on the halberd, as if to wrap it. Wang Wujian clamped the halberd in his left arm and flew out of the bracelet with his right hand. A golden light crossed. Suddenly, a whirlwind blew on the ground, and the doors and windows on both sides sounded directly.

The rope ghost abandoned the rope and rolled on the ground. He only felt a strong wind passing overhead, a loud noise, and a house not far away completely turned into ruins.

The three of them lost their color and saw the male and female bracelets for the first time. Their power was really extraordinary. If they hit themselves, they would inevitably be crushed.

The three of them looked at each other in con'sinuation and besieged them again, but this time it was a fatal move. Everyone knows that although Wang Wujian's cultivation is low, he holds two strange treasures. Even if any of them wants to compete alone, he is afraid that he will pay a high price, so he has to acquiesce to join hands.