Le Yao Xiu Xian Ji

Chapter 448
Yang Wu slanted his body and rolled a few times, this is a rather rough movement in martial arts.

The beauty is in its proficiency, just like the speed of sword repair, there will be a qualitative leap after tens of thousands of times.

Yang Wu's own martial skill can be called teleportation.

A Qi training and foundation building monk with insufficient cultivation base, in the blink of an eye, Yang Wu reached the back tail of the Nine-Tailed Fox with a knife and dropped it. Due to the tail.

(ˊˋ*) Jiang Xue...

"Good job!"

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(ˊˋ*) Li Qinghammer...

"One more!"

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Lu Leyao has a fat face, of course it can't achieve the effect of majesty and deterrence, and he can do what he should.

Is this really good?

Jiang Xueli was immersed in her own shouting with the hammer, ecstasy and intoxication, unable to extricate herself.

After letting go of himself, he proudly felt that he was the most beautiful boy in the audience, completely disregarding other people's feelings.

Lu Leyao was not very unhappy.

It's not that they are angry because they cheered Yang Wu up, but it's not good for them to do this kind of villain who was struck by lightning.

There is basically no one who does not have a body of merit, virtue and luck, and fights with Ji Qing without hurting himself.

The nine-tailed spirit fox was already wounded by this blow, the nine-tailed fox was a demon, and the ten-tailed fox was a fairy.

Ji Qing has devoted more than 200 years of hard work to this spirit fox, and Yang Wu cut it across the board. Whether the fox can restore its original talent, not to mention how many geniuses and treasures it will take.

The possible result, I'm afraid it will be a waste of time.

How could Ji Qing not be in pain? His expression was so ugly that he was tearing apart, his beautiful eyes were full of hatred and determination, and the speed of his sword was so fast that the naked eye could not see it.

With a single strike of a thousand cuts, the sword energy spans [-] miles, reaching directly to the sky, breaking through the sky and soaring to the sky.

Jiang Xue looked down on people like Ji Qing very much. At this moment, she was stunned, and she couldn't help but blurted out: "As expected of a female pig, it's really amazing! What should I do? What should I do? Don't the uncles care? Yang Wuzhao's master ?”

With such a powerful method, the well-deserved No. [-] Taiqing Jindan, Yang Wu is naturally not weak.

The power of the nine-tailed fox is obvious to all, making Ji Qing invincible in many battles with his fellow disciples.

Using only an ordinary martial skill to cut off the tail of the nine-tailed spirit fox, it can be seen how powerful it is.

On both sides of the battle stage sat Taoist Lord Hengxu of Holding Sword Peak, and Taoist Lord Huayang of Xiaoqing Peak sat upright with his bald head that had not yet grown out his hair.

The little old man was dressed in rags, but his eyes were piercing.

The bastards are very bad, thinking that I have been more than a hundred years old, and I still can't grow a single hair on my head, secretly gnashing my teeth in hatred.

Such a wish can't help but sigh the strength of this generation of disciples.

The Nascent Soul seniors communicate with their own consciousness.

Everyone is boasting.The disciples of this generation are strong, and every Taoist monarch has his own favorites. Whichever one is pulled out and placed in other eras will be a strong man who can rule the world. It is amazing that an era is the son of heaven, an ordinary existence.

There is a prophecy in the Jixi Tianji Pavilion.

The Chosen One of this generation is in Taiqing.

We all know that the chosen child is two extremes for the sect, which is not a good thing.

The result of a single branch is that the disciples of the sect withered one after another.

Over the past 200 years, Taiqing has developed in a strange direction. Although the disciples are not in harmony as watching and helping each other, new golden elixirs have indeed sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

This chosen son is a benevolent and virtuous man.

The prosperity of Taiqing is just around the corner.

Two flowers, one on each table.

Nascent Soul Taoist Lords naturally have their own ideas, and they are also fully prepared to stop them when they are fighting to the death.

So Yang Wu still has fighting power now, Ji Qing's big move is amazing, with Hengxu Daojun and Huayang Daojun beside him, the other veteran queens sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, chatting and laughing intermittently.

Yang Wu lived up to everyone's expectations and did not retreat but advanced, his body swelled dozens of times in an instant, as fierce as a monster, he swung the nine-ringed machete and slashed at the giant sword.

"Chong!"

The aura exploded and sparks flew everywhere.

Huge ripples of spiritual energy shook the space of the battle platform, and the wind tore through the surrounding space like a turbulent flow of time and space.

The runes at the weak edges of the vestments of Yang Wu and Ji Qing broke apart, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

If the vestments chosen by the two were not of the highest grade, it is unknown what kind of white scenes would have appeared under such a violent explosion.

Ji Qing's overwhelming hatred turned into an indestructible fighting spirit, rushing towards his opponent like a cultivator, and Yang Wu's aura kept rising.

In this broken space, the ancient mysteries from ancient times resounded.

He seemed to see the thick back wielding the sledgehammer again, fighting...

Only an indestructible fighting spirit is the strongest state of a warrior.

After the two hit each other, there was no intention of stopping at all. Standing in the strong wind, there was a series of sword strikes again, regardless of the four pieces of goods or the huge aura light cluster produced by the aura pump color.

It seemed that only the two of them were fighting between the heaven and the earth.

A determination not to give up, no matter whether it is life or death.

Yang Wu was a little transparent in the past, even if he cultivated to Jindan, having such a strong strength really made everyone talk about it with admiration.

Especially Jiang Xue.

It is impossible for Ji Qing to be killed. If she loses in such a large crowd, how can she still be called Taiqing Shuangshu with her? She would like to lose the big ugly.

"Lu Leyao, do you think Ji Qing will win?"

What he said was questioning, but his expression was triumphant, and he had already decided in his heart that Ji Qing would lose.

Li Qinghui said: "Of course I will lose. You don't know that Yang Wu's natal magic weapon was forged by Chu Erniang, and his body training method was also guided by Chu Erniang. It is not as rigid as Hongmeng Batian Jue It is fierce and domineering, and its power is also extraordinary, it is impossible to lose!"

Powerful to Lu Yuanniang.

Li Qinghammer has extraordinary self-confidence, even if he just saw Lu Yuanniang, it would be lucky for others, not to mention being reminded by him, and even forging a magic weapon for him.

Coming out is the pinnacle.

Of course you have to beat your opponent.

Lu Leyao...

"Ji Qing's spiritual energy is round and powerful, and his body size is several times that of a monk of the same level. Even if he can't suppress my mother with one blow, playing a trumpet will no longer be a disadvantage."

Is it big?Lu Leyao was just talking nonsense, but it was actually Ji Qing's inexhaustible and inexhaustible spiritual spring, and she got that benefit when she built her foundation.

Jiang Xue knew this better.

Where is the big body, it is obviously the Lingquan space, if it is worn for her a few years earlier, no matter what, I will snatch this treasure from her.

As Lu Leyao guessed.

Ji Qing was getting stronger and stronger, while Yang Wu was slowly losing his aura.

(End of this chapter)