Behind King Lao Wu, a heroic spirit appeared, a hundred meters long, but it was not a human form, but a beast form! The heroic spirit of King Lao Wu was a beast. The beast looked like a tiger, but had cow horns and had wings on the back. This strange appearance was extremely similar to those experimental subjects of the Ancestral Rebirth Alliance! The beast appeared and roared, and the roar felt that even the earth was*.

"Haha, what's the matter? I'll get back this Martial King."

Chu Lan smiled, "The awakened bloodline appeared, the beast spirit appeared, and even the Yuan spirit appeared. Can you those who hide in the dark still sit still?

You have emerged, the Temple of Valhalla will surely rise again. I can’t wait to see the Temple of Valhalla reappearing in the eyes of the world!”

Chu Lan's body trembled slightly due to excitement.

Zhao Jiyi, who was already very sexy, stood at attention when he saw the beast spirit behind King Wu, and then bowed deeply to King Wu, "I'm sorry, my mother called me to go home for dinner. I have to leave first, beg!"

After Zhao Ji finished speaking, he ran away, without any intention of staying.

Lao Wu King snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and a big black hand fell from the sky and grabbed Zhao Ji.

"Why, do people from the Wu Prince's Mansion like to do these tricks!"

Zhang Xuan, who had been staying at the top of the mountain range, finally took action.

The red sword light flashed and cut off the big black hand in the sky.

After Zhang Xuan entered the spirit control, he had a new understanding of the spirit control realm. For spirit control, it was divided into several levels. First, it was the seven-meter hero, which was the most basic spirit control powerhouse. Then the heroic spirit reached ten meters, and then thirty meters. When the heroic spirit broke through thirty meters, there was a huge gap with the twenty-nine meters heroic spirit, followed by seventy meters heroic spirit, followed by a hundred meters!                                                                                                                                                                                                       �

The 100-meter realm is a hurdle. People at a 100-meter realm are not on the same level as those at a 99-meter heroic spirit.

Like Sword Lord, Qianyishui, and Bai Jiangnan, they are all at a hundred meters realm. Now, the old Wu King is also a powerful man at a hundred meters realm. This kind of existence is already at the peak of a large area! Zhang Xuan was able to fight with Sword Lord at that time because Zhang Xuan's cultivation had a certain special nature. When he was enchanting the gods, he had killed the spirit control. Now he stepped into the spirit control, and once he stepped, he could fight over the level.

Behind Zhang Xuan, a red war spirit appeared, seventy meters tall, holding a sword, majestic.

"Hmph, Zhang Yiqing."

Lao Wu King snorted coldly, "I have heard of your reputation for a long time. You have more than one hero. Take out all your abilities. Otherwise, do you really think that with the things behind you, you can beat me?"

"OK."

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly, and behind him, three more war spirits emerged.

Since King Wu returned alive, Zhang Xuan knew that his secret could not be kept, and the fact that he had multiple heroic spirits would naturally spread, but for Zhang Xuan now, such a thing doesn't matter.

Four battle spirits appeared behind Zhang Xuan, causing a scream of exclamation on the battlefield. They had never seen anyone who could control so many heroic spirits! “Since you want to see, I will let you see it well enough, Piaoxue!”

In the sky, snowflakes fell, and the temperature between heaven and earth instantly became cold. This coldness has reached the point where it can affect the powerful spirit control. Snow with one sword is a kind of sword intent, and even a field, turning this area into an frozen snow-floating field! “Flying Immortal.”

Behind Zhang Xuan, the black figure moved, like a banished immortal, and the sword seemed to not exist in this world, with only a flash of cold light.

"Divine Sword Decision!"

The red figure also made a move, extremely fierce, but also delicate, with the sword edge like an antelope hanging its horns, without any trace.

The three sword moves were used together, and Lao Wu was also moved by it. As the biggest point of attack, he faced the lethality of these three sword moves directly.

The beast behind King Lao Wu roared, and the beast rushed out and turned into a flowing light. In a blink of an eye, the snow fell from heaven and earth stopped, and the little cold light and the invincible red sword energy disappeared.

Zhang Xuan's three sword moves were completely destroyed by Lao Wu.

Facing the powerful man at the 100-meter realm, Zhang Xuan naturally did not think he could win easily. He used his sword move again, and the green figure kept guarding behind Zhang Xuan.

The beast of Lao Wu rushed towards Zhang Xuan.

In Zhang Xuan's hand, a purple divine sword was condensing. This is the starting step of the Demon Sword of the World. Now, Zhang Xuan will use the Demon Sword of the World again, which is another concept.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth constantly condensed, and King Wu's beast attack was blocked by the three swordsmen's fighting spirits, leaving time for Zhang Xuan to accumulate energy.

The air fluctuations around Zhang Xuan began to become distorted. The Demon Sword of Destroying the World is known as the Destroying the World, not just talk.

The spiritual energy condensed into Zhang Xuan's hands like a tornado. At this time, Zhang Xuan threw out various small instruments. These instruments were collected by Zhang Xuan in the spiritual market before. Each of them contained spiritual energy. Although the energy in the individual was not large, once there were more individuals, the energy contained in it should not be underestimated.

With the spiritual energy in these instruments as supplies, the power displayed by the Destroying World-Destroying Demon Sword in Zhang Xuan's hand is becoming more and more terrifying.

Old King Wu also felt the powerful power condensed by the purple divine sword in Zhang Xuan's hand. He took a look and his body was rioting, and the beast spirit's attack became even more fierce.

Originally, Zhang Xuan could still hold the three battle spirits of the beast spirit, but he was no match at all and was instantly defeated. The blue battle spirit seemed very embarrassed at this moment. With his own way, he still used the other party to use his tricks, but now the beast spirit of the old Wu King has no tricks at all. All attacks are all beast instincts.

"Zhang Yiqing, with you, the four heroic spirits, you can't stop me."

King Wu laughed confidently.

"Who told you that I only have four heroic spirits?"

Zhang Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth and said softly, "Yin Yue!"

In the sky, the purple waning moon is coming.

"Chu Zheng!"

The old Wu King's eyes widened, and his figure unconsciously took a step back. It can be seen how powerful Chu Zheng's reputation has in this central civilization. However, his signature moves scared Lao Wu back.

"Yinyue, I haven't seen it for a long time."

Chu Lan's eyes were filled with a look of recollection.

The waning moon appeared and was slowly filling in the gap. At this time, Zhang Xuan spoke out again.

"Sunday."

It was a flash of sunlight, one yin and one yang, one lunar month, floating behind Zhang Xuan, holding a purple sword light in his hand.
Chapter completed!