at the same time.
In a woodland.
Wang Xian and Lin Xia were like two streams of light, one black and one white, with guns and swords intersecting.
Both of them used the "Tiger Asking Boxing" at the beginning, sometimes shrinking to an inch, and sometimes the tiger worshiping the moon, each winning or losing.
But later it was discovered that they were all taught by the same master, and they couldn't defeat each other, so it turned into a cold weapon confrontation.
Fuyun Xiaoyao was better at speed, and combined with Wang Xian's lightning-fast marksmanship, he once forced Lin Xia to retire.
Lin Xia's royal method, on the other hand, is to open and close, and with a sword that is longer than hers, she can cut through Huashan Mountain with all her strength, and is unstoppable!
After the hearty battle, Lin Xia was still slightly better.
Wang Xian smiled and said: "Senior sister is still awesome."
Lin Xia put away her sword and stood up with her arms folded: "Junior brother, you are also growing up very quickly. If I hadn't understood the killing move [Flying Star] of "Flying Qiongqi Shen" and improved my movement skills to a higher level, who would have won and who would have lost?"
It’s really not necessarily true. Damn it, you and your junior brother are each more perverted than the other. A new generation is replacing an old one, and I will soon fall out of favor."
Wang Xian shrugged: "That's not possible, you are just Master's little cotton-padded jacket."
Lin Xia: "Master doesn't know when he will find us a master wife."
Wang Xian and Lin Xia were both seen by Wang Changming since childhood, and their relationship was more like a master than a father.
Therefore, even if Lu Chenzhou is more talented, Lao Wang will not show too much pampering and will always treat everyone equally.
Suddenly, Wang Xian frowned and thrust his spear into the void behind him.
The spearhead, which was pierced through gold and cracked stone, was held by a pair of hands as white as jade, with long red nails, exuding an enchanting beauty.
A deep red crack opened in the void, and a strange mist poured out from the crack, covering an area of ​​several miles in an instant.
"No, it can travel through the void and create large-scale ghosts. I'm afraid it's an existence at the level of the Great Ghost King." Wang Xian took back his big gun.
Lin Xia also noticed something strange. She raised her beautiful eyebrows and swept away the mist with domineering force. She held a long knife in her hand and slashed it down with the power of the golden elements of heaven and earth.
The sword pressed horizontally, transforming into a giant bloody tiger.
Tiger Demon Soul-Severing Knife·Red Tiger Roaring Sun!
This is a low-level magic sword technique that she has mastered. She has already perfected it, and she has understood the killing move that can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.
Under this sword attack, even a master in the final realm would generally not be able to forcefully defeat him.
However, a figure in a big red robe with disheveled hair suddenly stepped out of the crack in the void.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!" The Red Shang Ghost King pushed his right hand forward, and the bloody mist rolled in, gathering into a bloody ancient umbrella.
The red tiger hit the bloody ancient umbrella, was bounced back violently, and disappeared into thin air.
Seeing this scene, Lin Xia's expression turned grim and she sent a message to Wang Xian: "Junior brother, restrain this demon king for me for a moment. I still have one of Master's trump cards that I haven't used yet."
Wang Changming gave each of his disciples three trump cards, but Wang Xian and Lu Chenzhou had already used them up.
After Wang Xian's death, the tiger's aura exploded, like a tiger god possessing him, and his aura was already approaching the final state of a master.
Obviously, he used the sublimation method of burning essence and spirit.
The disparity between the enemy and ourselves is too great. Otherwise, there would not even be a chance to escape.
Boom, Wang Xian rushed forward, his spear stirred up the mist of ghosts and ghosts, dense as rain.
The Red Shang Ghost King's figure was erratic, and he easily dodged Wang Xian's attack at a strange speed.
Occasionally, a few shots landed on the body, but they were blocked by the force field around the body, without even using the ghost's virtualization ability.
Wang Xian's heart was heavy: "The aura of this demon king is at the level of a master at the end of the realm, but his strength is far superior to it."
The only solution now is Lin Xia's life-saving sword energy.
Poof - the sound of armor breaking came. Lin Xia looked at the spear that passed through his right chest, and saw Li Minghuang walking out of the side of the mist, holding a spear.
“The response was quick.”
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he felt a terrifying aura erupting: "No, she is going to use the master's trump card!"
The Red Shang Ghost King's expression on the other side also changed, and he immediately stretched out a finger, pointing a little blankly.
Around Lin Xia, a crack in the void emerged, from which emerged a vermilion ghost claw, hugging her and dragging her into the void.
Before Lin Xia disappeared, a beam of Suzaku Sword Qi was slashed out in the direction of the Red Shang Ghost King.
The figure of the Red Shang Ghost King suddenly dispersed and disappeared into the mist, avoiding the fatal blow.
The ghost king's muffled sound could be vaguely heard, and it was obvious that he had been beheaded.
This familiar sword energy made the Red Shang Ghost King furious after he appeared: "It's that damn Wang Changming again!"
The great master's sword energy is too powerful.
It was touched with its virtual body, and half of its body was cut off. As the ghost mist came in, it slowly healed.
But its momentum has weakened a bit, and it is no longer as terrifying as before.
Wang Xian shouted hysterically: "Go to hell!"
Lin Xia was dragged away by this ghost using a strange method of teleportation in the void, and she was afraid that she would be in danger.
This is one of his most important relatives in the world.
The Red Shang Ghost King sternly said: "You two, capture him for me. Don't kill him. I will plant the ghost slave mark."
Wang Xian fought one against two and soon fell below. He asked: "You actually colluded with the demons?!"
He originally thought that the Qin family was at best a conservative old antique, but the principles still existed.
Unexpectedly, they even gave up the bottom line of being a human being.
Qin Xiao is a senior member of the Qin family, and he doesn't believe that old guy Qin Hui doesn't know about this.
If you can successfully get out, you must report the matter to the Council of All Nations.
When questioned by Wang Xian, Qin Xiao's expression remained as usual. When he became a ghost slave, he lost his freedom.
The collapse of the Qin family, and even the end of the world, actually had nothing to do with him.
A powerful spiritual power came and invaded Wang Xian's mind.
He struggled desperately, but due to the trauma he had just suffered, the aura of the Red Shang Ghost King was unstable. He tried several times but failed to plant a mark.
Suddenly, its expression changed, and it quickly withdrew from Wang Xian's mind: "Madman, he actually burned the source of his soul to fight against me..."
Once the origin of the soul is damaged, it is as difficult to restore it as it is to ascend to heaven, and it is difficult for gods to save it.
Wang Xian took this opportunity to break free from his restraints. Before he could break out of the fog, he fell into darkness and fell to the ground.
The Red Shang Ghost King transformed into ghost claws and grabbed Wang Xian.
Whoosh! A stream of light pierced the fog, fell from the sky, and tore apart the ghost's claws. It was Xuantian's River-Breaking Sword.
From afar, the white phoenix came galloping towards him, Lu Chenzhou looked ferocious and his arrogance soared to the sky.
As soon as he thought, the realm of royal power suddenly descended, and the aura squeezed into the ghosts and spread out an area.
Wang Xian fell on the back of the tiger eagle beast, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The tiger eagle beast broke through the air and left, far away from the battlefield.
The Red Shang Ghost King did not pursue it. It looked at Lu Shenzhou and immediately showed a satisfied look. "Yes, this body is so perfect."
Lu Chenzhou glanced at Qin Xiao and Li Minghuang.
The two brothers felt their hearts tense, as if they were being targeted by death.
Qin Xiao said: "Grandma Hong, this person's methods are extraordinary. You must be careful next time to prevent the boat from capsizing in the gutter."
Red clouds rolled in from all directions, surrounding Lu Shenzhou.
The moment the two force fields collide, like the Yellow River and the Bohai Sea connecting, invisible air waves soar into the sky, red mist rolls back, and the void twists.
Lu Chenzhou's immortal holy armor appeared around him, and he said to himself: "This kind of momentum feels somewhere between the fourth realm and the fifth realm."
He pulled out the Tiger Soul Thousand Soul Spear, and the way of the world lingered above it.
In an instant, his figure sank and disappeared into the mist.
To be continued...