Legend of Fighting Emperor

Mu Xuan's sword boat swayed, instantly becoming like a small boat swaying in the storm. Even Mu Xuan's body was swaying non-stop.

The judge of Northern Desert, Wang Bi's face was filled with dignity and ridicule. In the next second, he could already foresee that the young cultivator from the sword boat would be suppressed by this intense pressure, until her entire body was trembling, as if she was unable to stand properly, and could only kneel down. Then, with a frightened expression, she begged for mercy.

The judge of the Northern Desert, Wang Bi, opened his eyes in astonishment. "Hmm?" The sword boat began to shake even more violently under the pressure, as if it could make a mistake at any time. However, the young daoist friend who was standing inside the sword boat was dressed in an embroidered white robe. With an expression as though he would do anything, I remained unmoved. I stared at Wang Bi indifferently, neither humble nor haughty. There was not a hint of nervousness, panic, and unease in those eyes because the other party had nine spiritual altars. There was only calmness, calmness, and calmness. Moreover, she wasn't angry!

Mu Xuan frowned again. The wind and thunder wings behind him flashed, and his figure suddenly sped up as he moved the sword boat to the side. He managed to avoid the cold light. Mu Xuan still did not say anything. He clasped his hands again and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, this scene, in the eyes of the currently enraged Wang Bi, was an enormous provocation and humiliation.

This kind of disregard excited Wang Bi even more. Wang Bi bellowed, "You're courting death!"

"Hmm? Hidden weapons? " Just as Mu Xuan was about to turn around and leave, he was suddenly shocked. Blinking his left eye, the two spirit readers' telepathic thoughts attacked fiercely. Instantly, transparent small hands appeared beside the golden needles, controlling them and putting them away. Then, he suddenly threw it towards Wang Bi.

As Wang Bi's body neared, he suddenly saw his usually victorious golden light silver needles being moved by a group of illusory small hands that could not be seen by the naked eye, piercing towards him. He was shocked, "This kid is a reader?" Wang Bi raised the judge pen and danced behind him, forming a dancing screen.

CHI * * CHI * * CHI * The screen dispersed the golden needles.

Following that, Wang Bi's eyes became extremely focused, no wonder a mere Ergonomics cultivator like him dared to explore the Northern Desert alone, it seemed that he did have some background. However, if you meet a judge from my Northern Desert, you still have to be more honest. After thinking, the judge pen in his hand increased in strength and smashed towards Mu Xuan's head.

Mu Xuan was enraged in his heart. I have endured this much, but you keep forcing me to do so. Do you really think that I, Mu Xuan, am something that can be easily bullied?

Mu Xuan's eyes flashed coldly, Armored God Sword s and thunder-fire electric knife s appeared in his hands, following the direction of the judge's pen and used an angle to lead, the Armored God Sword took off the boundless spiritual pressure, and then turned around to stop the judge from writing.

"Thunderbolt Blaze Stone!"

Puu, a bolt of lightning struck Wang Bi first, and then the sword struck Wang Bi's wrist. However, Mu Xuan did not do it to the end, he waited until it reached a point, and did not pierce into it.

But, the judge of the Northern Desert, Wang Bi, was struck dumb by lightning. He saw that his judge's pen was placed on the young cultivator's head but was blocked by a bizarre sword and could not be pressed down, because his wrist was blocked by another sword tip that was emitting lightning. As long as you press down on your wrist, it will be cut off.

"Alright, Uncle Wang. Well, don't kill him. Capture him. I want to play games with him! " The Young Master Situ on the luxurious Boat in the distance, however, shouted loudly, and her voice was filled with excitement. From his point of view, he saw that the judge of the Northern Desert, Wang Bi, had already smashed the boy's head. The group of dancing brothel beauties beside the Young Master Situ also joined in the commotion. "Protector Wang, you did well. Capture that slut." The four sturdy men who just appeared beside Young Master Situ also laughed out loud. With Wang Shoudao, this would be an easy task. "

"The Northern Desert Judge, Wang Bi, revealed a huge expression of awkwardness, his eyes filled with shock. How could such a small Ergonomics possess such a sword technique? He only turned around, and two swords appeared in his hands, which he then held in place. My nine spiritual altars has been cultivated for nothing! " Wang Bi's face was filled with shame, because the Ergonomics young cultivator did not stab his wrist until the judge's pen fell. In the end, he still gave him some face. If that was the case, he probably wouldn't even be able to get a thousand gold this time when he returned.

Mu Xuan swept the area with his divine sense, and understood what was going on. Earlier, he was also curious as to why this nine spiritual altars cultivator was so powerful, but was unable to withstand even half of her move. However, she had carefully scanned her opponent's dantian with her spiritual will just now and understood. It turned out that the black-robed old man who called himself Northern Desert Judge Wang Bi had a small river in his dantian, and nine thousand meter tall spiritual altars were crookedly erected on the river. The aura of the spiritual altar was extremely weak, and it was trembling, as though it could sense the two hundred thousand foot spiritual altars in Mu Xuan's body and wanted to submit to him.