Chapter 18 Little disintegration of fighting spirit

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Chu Xiushui is a rare daughter of heaven in Middle-earth.

She is the eldest daughter of Chu, the first hermit family in Central China. She has practiced for only a hundred years.

At the foot of Wanzhong Mountain in northern Xinjiang more than 50 years ago, when Zhang Yan saw her, she was already in the later stage of Yuanying, and now, she has obviously advanced into the divine realm...

She can tear the void between one blow and devour more than ten high-level monks. Except for the monks above the divine realm, who else can do it?

"Here you are." Zhang Yan whispered.

"Hmm."

Chu Xiushui looked at the monks around him, his eyes were quiet, and he said quietly, "Every time I see you, it seems to be a battle of trapped beasts."

Zhang Yan squeezed his lips and said, "Yes, but I'm more sure that this must be the last time."

Chu Xiushui: "With me, I may not be able to beat nearly hundreds of monks."

Zhang Yan frowned, shook his head and said, "If you don't try, how can you know?"

At this time, there was a sudden laugh in the crowd, "And me, and what about me?"

Before the words fell, Caikong Zhenren, Chu Yu and Zhang Baocai appeared beside Zhang Yan.

The surrounding monks were in an uproar, and they probably recognized again that this sloppy old way was the first person in the Middle Tudao sect, and the Huashen monks of the Xuanmen of Taiqing were emptying out of the real person.

"Ky, let's meet again"

Caikong said to Zhang Yan with a smile, and then said bitterly to Chu Xiushui, "Chu girl, why did you come to die?"

Chu Xiushui Yurong said calmly, "Didn't you also come to die?"

He was stunned and laughed awkwardly.

But Zhang Yanfu said that as soon as he saw Zhang Baocai, he was stunned for a moment. When he heard the small-eyed young man in front of him call himself Brother Yan, he finally confirmed that the young man in front of him was Zhang Baocai!

Both seem to have a thousand words, but with just a pair of eyes, they smiled silently, and everything was silent.

All of a sudden, there were four more helpers around Zhang Yan, two of whom were gods monks in the Middle-earth continent, and the other two were not bad, all of whom had their infancy cultivation.

But nearly 1,000 monks from all over the ancient continent don't care. After all, these forces alone are obviously too weak. They were just surprised that under such a desperate situation, they would foolishly run out to save Zhang Yan. They couldn't help wondering whether these guys also used Huairou means to get the Buddha and demon treasure?

The reason why these monks still don't do anything until now is that they are still afraid of the chaos and chaos, which will damage their own forces.

They will not take action when they are not sure of their whole body retreat, but this does not prevent them from standing on one side and waiting for the opportunity to move.

But something that they didn't expect happened again.

Once again, four lights of escape came from the sky.

"I've met an adult!" The man's long brown clothes, dark complexion, seven feet high, thick bones, the face carved by the axe and knife are full of Xiao killing, and his eyes are shining in the night.

"Yan Qiu has met my lord!" The hoarse voice is full of scratching magnetism, which is unique and unique. The woman who opened her mouth, dressed in a long red skirt, had a charming face and an enchanting figure. Her snow-white skin was pink and shining, and the black green silk casually spread her chest, giving people a lazy and elegant feeling.

"Ji Qian has met the adult!" This woman wears a lake blue silver-patterned cicada silk dress, bright teeth star eyes, ice muscle jade bones, lips like March peach blossoms, eyebrows like distant mountains, and long ink jade-like hair tied up with snow-white ribbons. Her lips are as warm as jade, the corners of her mouth are slightly bent, and her smile is as comfortable as the sunshine in March.

"Tuo Feng has met adults!" A pale young man in white came leisurely from the darkness. His complexion was transparent, and his pupils were two blood red, emitting a cold light through the long spread of his forehead.

Zhang Yan's eyes condensed, and Tuo Feng walked in front of him and explained, "These three people and I are all subordinates of Lord Li Yang, and they are ordered by Lord Li Yang to come to support Lord Zhang Yan."

Zhang Yan gave a sound, and a warm current gushed out of his heart.

The monks around couldn't help but be a little stunned when they saw four Yuanying monks coming together in the blink of an eye. They thought that this boy had also met a group of people in the past decades...

Among them, the monks in northern Xinjiang recognized that these four were the four leaders in the Broken Soul Desert Hades Prison. They couldn't help but change their faces and their minds why did they come? Could it be that the Hades Prison opened again and would disrupt Northern Xinjiang again?

At this time, there are eight supporting monks around Zhang Yan. But in the face of nearly a thousand monks around, this power seems to be very weak, but even so, this sudden variable still makes many people feel a bad feeling.

It seems that today's things are a little tricky...

"A lot of people, Brother Wang, I didn't expect that the little apprentice had provoked so many enemies. I'm afraid it's not easy today, haha..."

"Menglan, what you said is true, but I don't think we really have to be passively beaten."

With the sound of Langlang, there are dozens of lights in the air.

"It's my master!" Zhang Baocai shouted in surprise.

Zhang Yan also noticed that when he heard Zeng Fuzi's clear voice, even with his heart, he couldn't help but feel the cold body of Yue Yunshi on his back. His heart sank, and the murderous intention rolled in his heart, instantly covering up this joy.

"Zhang Yanxian's nephew, I, Wang Daoqi, came to cheer you with 30 Yuanying monks from the Fengchi of Confucianism!" With the sound, his face was awkward, and the tall Wang Daoqi strode.

"Yan'er, long time no see." Zeng Fuzi still has gray hair and white hair and a thin body. Wearing this long moon-white coat, the years do not seem to have changed his appearance.

Zhang Yan looked at Zengfuzi and Wang Daoqi in front of him, bowed deeply and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Uncle Wang, thank you, thank you, thank you for your predecessors of Fengchi."

"Okay, okay, okay, I haven't seen you for decades. It's good to advance to the late stage of Yuanying!" Wang Daoqi's awkward face showed a smile, and then said coldly, "Don't talk about the past. I will talk about it later!"

The surrounding monks looked at the scene in front of them in surprise.

They are actually Confucian people!

Confucian monks are only distributed in northern Xinjiang and have always lived in the government and the opposition. They ignore the affairs of the monks. They are a group of little-known mysterious forces. Unexpectedly, they will come here for Zhang Yan today.

Everyone's eyes became surprised and no longer dared to underestimate the power in front of them.

They even found that in terms of fighting alone, it seems that their power is far inferior to Zhang Yan...

Like an ant, it instantly turned into an ant colony that was enough to swallow elephants. This discovery surprised them.

At this time, they gradually put away their grasp of victory, and their look gradually became grim.

Because they know that even if there are more than a thousand people, they do not belong to the same force after all, and there is no chance to work together.

Of course, their enemies are the same. Even if they fight, they have only one goal. This may be their biggest support.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the sky sounded again.

There are more escapes this time, nearly a hundred, and these escapes have not yet arrived, but the murderous atmosphere emitted has permeated the whole sky.

Who is this?

Everyone's face changed slightly, and even the people around Zhang Yan felt awe-inspiring for the murderous atmosphere from the air.

What a pure murder!

Zhang Yan felt the murderous spirit, but smiled gently.

He knew that they were coming in Qingyi...

Tingyi, Xia Yichuan, Ning Su, Master Xiaocai, Hua Qingyi, Leng Feng, in addition to the dead Heng Chong, the most powerful peak sword cultivation of the world of swords, all come together!

And behind them, there are still hundreds of Yuanying swordsmen standing neatly!

This team, like the most elite army in the world, attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared, and the shock gradually spread over their cheeks.

Except for Zhang Yan, which one has not lived for thousands of years?

Seeing the murderous and pure monks in front of them, looking at the long sword behind them, some long memories gradually came to my mind-

Sword repair!

These are all swordsmen drown in history!

They——

I'm back...

PS: Cough, is this chapter high? In fact, we have a lot of plagiarism friends. Who is afraid of who!?