Yan Wulu calmly watched the green wood water rhinoceros approaching in an instant...

He clenched the spear with both hands, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He yelled angrily.

The spear was raised high and stabbed violently into the head of the Aoki Water Rhinoceros. From top to bottom, the azure internal force attached to the gun body.

The Aoki Water Rhinoceros has hard skin and is nearly invulnerable.

The spear in Yan Wulu's hand was forged by the forger of Zhenbei Palace with countless efforts.

But it was unable to pierce the skin of the fourth-level Aoki Water Rhinoceros, and could only barely leave gun marks...

However, even so, Yan Wulu used his arms to exert force, and he directly knocked the huge monster that was charging like a madman to the ground.

Like a hill falling, the ground seemed to vibrate.

However, Yan Wulu was only slightly repelled by the opponent's rapid impact, and the brocade boots on his feet left two shallow scratches on the alley ground...

Yan Wulu used strength in his hand again and raised his spear vertically.

The huge green wood water rhinoceros was forcefully picked up by Yan Wulu.

The ring on the finger flashes.

A pale golden long sword appeared in Yan Wulu's left hand, and the sword was swung horizontally. This sword was able to cut off the head of Qingmu Shuixi with just its sword energy.

Yi Junhan stared blankly at the scene that just seemed like...

With such strength, even General Zhao Lingcheng could only do this.,

Moreover, that pale gold sword can actually kill the Aoki Water Rhinoceros!!!

This almost overturned the knowledge in Yi Junhan's mind——

"Impossible, there should be no weapon that can pierce the hard outer skin of the Aoki Water Rhinoceros!"

"Is this... a combat weapon above the treasure level?!"

Yi Junhan was surprised.

After Yan Wulu killed the Qingmu Water Rhinoceros, he sensed his spiritual consciousness and threw out his spear. In the middle of the rainy night, he stabbed a golden eagle monster that tried to attack him directly on the stone wall to death.

"Yi Junhan, if this is all, then your death has come!"

Yan Wulu didn't stop for long, holding the [Emperor Sword], his figure flickering, and suddenly appeared in front of Yi Junhan.

Yi Junhan stood up in a hurry, but had no time to dodge.

Seeing that the edge of the long sword has appeared in the reflection of his eyes...

Yi Junhan gathered the spiritual energy in his body and blocked it with the golden mace in his hand.

On the [Emperor Sword], blue inner energy lingers.

Vaguely, there seemed to be an armored sword spirit wielding a sword behind Yan Wulu...

A flash of lightning.

Yi Junhan suffered severe pain in his left shoulder.

He looked helplessly at his right hand. The golden mace on it was cut off by the opponent's light gold sword.

At this moment, Yan Wulu struck his sword directly on Yi Junhan's left shoulder.

The blade of the sword has penetrated into the bone.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the golden mace that blocked most of the strength, coupled with Yi Junhan's instinctive dodge, and wearing the soft silk armor given by Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng...

If there was any mistake, it would not end like this.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? It can even break through gold mace and silk armor."

Yi Junhan was squatting against the wall. He had been seriously injured by Yan Wulu, and he just wanted to solve the doubts in his heart.

Yan Wulu chuckled, "This is a magic weapon that can kill you."

After saying this, he suddenly drew out the [Emperor Sword] and chopped off the opponent's head directly.

Yi Junhan was in pain and unable to sit down.

I saw the long sword going straight to my neck...

In an instant, golden light flashed.

Yan Wulu's spiritual sense induction.

This is exactly the same situation as the last "Jinling Poetry Meeting"...

But now, Yan Wulu, a fifth-level warrior, can already maintain a certain level of visibility in this dazzling golden light.

The [Emperor Sword] in his hand seemed to have been hit on a rocky wall, returning in vain.

Yan Wulu sensed the threat behind him and instinctively drew his sword and turned around to block.

[Emperor Sword] The sword body vibrated, and the opponent seemed to have knocked Yan Wulu back several meters away with just one finger.

Yan Wulu punched the stone wall behind him with all his strength. With the help of the stone wall, he almost came to a stop.

The dazzling golden light gradually disappeared.

Yan Wulu also saw clearly the existence that had just attacked him - it was a tall man wearing dazzling golden brocade clothes.

Dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a slender figure and commanding aura, he looked like a leader from an ancient family, with an indescribable sense of nobility and oppression in his bones.

His face was dignified and majestic, and his eyes were ruthless and colorless, looking at everything in front of him indifferently.

"... Come to think of it, this is the sacred beast of the beast race after its transformation, right?"

Yan Wulu only knew that the holy beast "Golden Light Qilin" would also appear here.

On that day, after disappearing from the "Jinling Poetry Club", Amaro and the Zhenbei secret guards almost secretly searched the entire Jinling City, but they could not find this guy.

I originally thought that the other party had returned to the habitat of the orcs...

Now it seems that Yi Junhan's life should not be cut off.

"...It's just a pity that even if God doesn't let him die, I will let him die today."

Yan Wulu said calmly.

He found that he seemed to have never changed. He was always overconfident.

It seems that I, Yi Junhan and others are actually the same kind of people.

In the distance, Qi Ling had just rescued Yi Junhan from Yan Wulu's sword.

He turned slightly and stood opposite Yan Wulu.

As a sacred beast of the beast tribe, Qi Ling commands a herd of tens of thousands of beasts. His eyes are higher than his head, and his whole body and every gesture reveal a feeling of being aloof and unattainable.

It was clearly pouring down at this moment, but none of those heavy raindrops fell on him.

When the rain falls, it mysteriously disappears when it is within a distance of Qiling's size.

This made Yan Wulu recall for a moment that Master Jun Xing once said that the existence of the ninth level can control the spatial dimension.

Presumably, the golden unicorn beast in front of me did this.

"Are you the Prince of Zhenbei?"

"Senior should have seen me before."

Yan Wulu calmly replied: "...it's not just that Jinling Poetry Meeting. The person who has been secretly observing me during the martial arts competition. Now that I think about it, it must be you, senior."

"It's rare for you to be so calm and composed when facing me."

"...I just don't know whether it's a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers, or a really talented person who's bold."

Qiling commented to Yan Wulu.

He thought to himself that judging from the performance of the Prince of Zhenbei, he could be regarded as a young hero among the human race.

"My daughter, I heard that you were imprisoned in Zhenbei Palace?"

"Your daughter?"

Yan Wulu didn't react for a while.

Deep down in his heart, he always thought that Xiaobai was a male Qilin beast.

Yi Junhan, who was sitting paralyzed on the side, suddenly spoke, fanning the flames and saying——

"Senior Qiling, if you say no more, this guy will never hand over Bai Ze easily!"

"well."

Qi Ling sighed, "It seems to me that this is also the case. Then, let's take you first, and then go to Zhenbei Palace to exchange for my daughter."

Qi Ling said and struck hard.

The speed is so fast that it is invisible.

Even though Yan Wulu, who is now a fifth-level warrior and has the blessing of [Tianling Root], can only vaguely see a row of phantoms speeding towards him.
To be continued...