Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

In the first match of the Feng group, due to the exchange of skills and bodies, Sui won for no reason, while Yi Qingtian lost.

This result surprised Liao Tian, ​​and even more alarmed Liao Tian, ​​because his opponent was the mysterious wizard Wuming.

This person had no idea where he came from or what his purpose was. He was a dual cultivator of immortality, and his strength was still higher than that of the city lord Haotian. Liao Tian knew that he had no chance of winning, and he couldn't bet his luck on the exchange of skills and bodies that seemed to be unprovoked.

The stage was already broken, but Liao Tian still stepped calmly to the center and bowed to the wizard Wuming to ask for help.

"My dear Liotian, please give me your guidance, senior."

Wuming, who has an immortal spirit and a Taoist spirit, is like a fairy who banished immortals from the outside world. Wuming smiled slightly: "I have admired Mr. Wu for a long time. I am lucky enough to meet you today. It is also an opportunity for me and you."

"Senior, do you know my father?"

"We have never met, but I have a hunch that my father and I will meet in the near future."

"Senior, please show mercy."

"That's easy to say."

Xianzong Wuming lightly displayed the jade sword in his hand, asking Liao Tian to make the move first.

Naturally, Liao Tian would not be rigid. When he turned his palm, the purple energy shone brightly, and the dragon roar suddenly appeared. It was the Cang'er knife.

The elements of the Cang'er Knife were really recast with the seven heavenly fire scales. The blade turned from the original iron gray to deep purple, with dragon-shaped patterns appearing on both sides. After being improved by the craftsmen of Tiandu, it became as good as Jidu. It changes into two forms: short handle and long handle.

There is no dragon energy in Liao Tian's body, so it cannot echo the purple dragon energy contained in the Cang'er knife, and cannot form a purple dragon armor. However, Cang'er's real power is the aura and Yin spirit of killing people, and it is a Yin object. Natural nemesis.

As soon as the famous weapon came out, it was an aura that could destroy the world and destroy the world. The force of the sword was no less than that of Sui Wutuo's final strike of the Five Thousand Sky Heavens Priming Sword.

"Slaying Wolf and Burning Earth Technique!"

As the sword slashed down, the purple energy suddenly exploded, forming a purple flame several feet high, spreading boundlessly, and seemed to burn the entire earth.

In the blazing flames, the sword's intent was unstoppable, and the person wielding the sword was even more majestic, like a god of war in the fire, stepping towards the enemy step by step.

Xianzong Wuming's originally somewhat contemptuous expression suddenly turned serious. He threw the jade sword in front of his chest and transformed into a white jade-like long sword.

"Immortal Dragon Heavenly Sword·One Style·Raging Dragon Soaring!"

The sword intention condenses into the shape of a dragon, soaring through the nine heavens, moving clouds and spreading rain.

The sword light was like snow, bringing cold murderous intent, causing the temperature of the space where Feng Group was to drop suddenly. The dragon defeated the dragon, and the purple flame was extinguished instantly.

boom!

In the entanglement of the two dragons, the knife and the sword were extremely intertwined, and a shock wave that tore everything apart erupted. Fortunately, the Beihai Shrine was built with the power of the God of Doom, and stabilized after a period of swaying.

Sui Wutui and Yi Qingtian, who were watching the battle at the edge of the ring, hurriedly rushed out and retreated dozens of feet away. Even so, Sui Wutui felt a heavy feeling in his chest.

"How?"

Yiqing Tiantong was surprised: "The son of Lord Wu is so strong!"

This sword was the result of Liao Tian and Ji Wuxia's two years in the Jin'ou Clan. During these two years, except for necessary business and entertainment, the two of them practiced sword practice in the waves every day.

From the initial slash of a knife that created a wave of three feet, to two years later, a slash of the knife was enough to stir up the sea water three thousand feet away. Only Liotian knew the hardships involved.

Wu Jun's sword has no skills at all, everything depends on strength and speed.

Like Sui's unfounded surprise, Liao Tian did not expect that the sword strike he tried his best to be easily resolved by Xian Zong Wuming, and the opponent's attack came from behind, forcing him to vomit vermilion with the sword blow.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and held the Cang'er knife tighter.

"Senior is indeed unfathomable, come again!" "The young master is formidable. He is worthy of being a young master carefully cultivated by Tiandu."

Xianzong Wuming still had a relaxed and casual expression, but Liao Tian keenly caught the flash of murderous intent in his eyes, which was a determination to put himself to death.

Liao Tian shuddered in his heart. The second move might be the difference between life and death. Thinking of his father's words and Ji Wuxia's worries, Liao Tian smiled proudly and completely abandoned the idea of ​​​​escape.

He is the son of Lord Wu, how can he voluntarily admit defeat?

"The plan is to defeat Hiruzen!"

Liao Tian urgently summoned the magic energy, and Wu Jun's famous move reappeared in the mortal world. A burst of rich magic energy that was definitely not found in the human world burst into the air, carrying the energy of the Cang'er Dragon, and struck down Wuming on the head of Xian Zong.

The power of this sword was even greater than before. Although there was no flame, the energy of the sword burned straight into the sky, cutting through the night sky and reflecting the stars and the moon in the distance.

Xianzong Wuming snorted coldly, and a strange dark energy was ignited on the jade sword. The inexplicable power that also did not belong to this world rushed from afar, attached to the sword body, and attacked Liao Tian.

Pipa!

The strong sword energy and sword intention exploded, and the Feng Group Arena was completely shattered. In the smoke and dust, Liao Tian could only be heard screaming in pain, followed by another thump as it fell to the ground.

After a long time, what appeared in front of Sui Wujiu and Yi Qingtian was a horrifying scene. It was not Liao Tian who fell in a pool of blood, but the Xianzong Wuming who had the chance to win.

"What's going on?"

Liao Tian stroked his chest and recalled the shocking scene. When the swords met, the nameless sword of the fairy broke through Cang'er and stabbed his heart accurately.

Amidst the severe pain, there was a reciprocal of injuries on the field, and all the injuries he suffered were transferred to Xianzong Wuming. At this moment, looking at the bloody hole in Xianzong Wuming's chest, Liao Tian couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

Yiqingtian came over and helped Xianzong Wuming up, and then sent a stream of zhenqi to him to stop the gushing blood.

"Life can be saved for the time being."

Sui Wugen wiped his cold sweat and murmured to himself: "It's really dangerous. If Xian Zong Wuming dies, our group will all be eliminated."

Yiqingtian glanced at Liotian lightly: "Young Master is indeed blessed with great fortune."

Liao Tian suppressed the fear in his heart and thanked Yi Qingtian: "Thank you for the sword."

"I didn't expect that among the four members of the Feng group, it was you two juniors who won. That's fine. I'm tired of this kind of inexplicable fighting."

At this time, the gatekeeper's voice came: "The winners of the wind group are Sui Wutui and Liao Tian. All players have one day to rest. At midnight tomorrow, the rematch will begin."

Yi Qingtian picked up the unconscious Xianzhong Wuming and walked out of the broken Feng Group arena area.

At this moment, an elegant figure entered the palace where the city lord was and went straight to Haotian's throne.

"Such a strange rule, could it be specially prepared for me?"

Haotian smiled slyly: "Oh, how can such a small trick be so difficult for Wuming, the Immortal with a Transformed Head? At this moment, you are using a trick to conceal your secrets and appear in front of me."

The person who came was none other than the dying Xianzong Wuming just now. The body that Yi Qingtian carried away was just a cover-up for him.

"We are born from the same roots, so why rush each other? Haotian, you are trying so hard to replace my thoughts, how stupid you are."

Haotian put away his smile and said coldly: "Don't you also have the intention to devour me? On Haotian's road to the top, your Xianzong Wuming is the biggest obstacle."

Murderous intent burst out in Xianzong Wuming's eyes, and the palace was once again shrouded in dark energy, as cold as hell. (End of chapter)