Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

lighthouse!

The storm is coming!

The storm seemed to be coming soon, and the sky looked extraordinarily gloomy.

Xiefeng stood on the top of the lighthouse, looking at the man in white in front of him.

Jian Jiu, the origin is unknown, but he is an old man who cuts off the flow, is recognized as a master of swordsmanship, and even once climbed to the top of the heaven, but after the appearance of the magic dragon Qingmei, the first fight is no longer easy The master has passed, but Jian Jiu has repeatedly become the master of the second round.

In the battle for the Throne Ring, although Jian Jiu was not in any of the rings, everyone knew that as long as he thought about it, he would definitely have his place in the top five rings, and even the first and second rings, there was a high possibility that he would be defeated. The dragon and the evil phoenix occupy the position, but it is not impossible for Jian Jiu to fight for the third place.

"However, what's the matter?" Xiefeng's face was full of surlyness. Qiao Ye was not there, so he didn't have to pretend to be a good girl. He looked at Jian Jiu with contempt and said, "In front of me, there is nothing Calculate!"

The moment Xie Feng spoke, she suddenly stretched out her hand in front of her.

A large cloud of black smoke appeared, turned into a black phoenix, and flew towards Jian Jiu.

Jian Jiu turned sideways slightly, and suddenly drew his sword!

Jian Jiu's sword is indeed terrifying.

When Jian Jiu was standing there, when his sword was in the sheath, Jian Jiu's person and sword looked ordinary, but the moment he drew the sword, the aura of the person and the sword changed completely up.

Hard-edged feeling!

The bursts of Jian Ming suddenly remembered, and then a swipe of the sword glow passed by, and the flying phoenix was cut by Jian Jiu.

In the first blow, the two seemed to be evenly matched.

but……

Xiefeng glanced contemptuously at Jian Jiu's wrist, the right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"If you don't have the skills, you're still holding on!" Xiefeng stretched out her arms, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and said: "Why do you dare to stop me?"

Jian Jiu took a deep breath and said, "Because I can't stop the dragon, so I can only stop you."

"Provocative method? Or to sow discord?" Xie Feng jumped up suddenly, and went towards Jian Jiu, asking: "Will it work for me?"

In mid-air, Xie Feng clapped his palm and said, "A Thousand Falls of Phoenix Feathers!"

In an instant, a piece of black light appeared behind Xiefeng, condensed into black light feathers, and then crazily fell towards Jian Jiu's direction.

Jian Jiu immediately grasped the hilt of the sword, and then drew out the sword fiercely.

Dang clang, clang clang, clang clang!

Jian Jiu's sword is so fast that it is unimaginable. The naked eye can only see the moment when Jian Jiu draws the sword, and then, a series of silver sword lights suddenly appear like fireworks bursting, like a silver net, covering Jian Jiu's body. The front is completely shrouded.

In the next moment, the sound of metal clanging continued to resound, and the falling light feather just entered within three feet of Jian Jiu's body, and was shot down by Jian Jiu continuously.

Xiefeng narrowed her eyes, and there was a bit of murderous intent in her eyes.

Although Jian Jiu is not regarded seriously, Xiefeng still has to admit that Jian Jiu's strength is quite good. After all, he can steadily enter the top five of Duoling Jietian and be able to hit the third round It's true that the masters in this field can't be killed by flipping hands.

However, Xiefeng must kill the opponent, and, quickly!

The black mist that suddenly appeared separated everyone, and it was unknown where it was sent.

In Xiefeng's view, the other party must have a plan for doing this, so he has to kill this guy in front of him, and then go find someone else!

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Tianming Island, a town!

Due to Yuanke's evacuation, the edge of the town was deserted. On the empty streets, the occasional wind blew and rolled up the dust.

Rong Bao stood on the street, playing with a fan in his hand, and in front of Rong Bao...

Among the true dragons is the Qinglong lineage, the leader of the third round of Duoliu Jietian, Qingcang!

"Congzi, you want to fight me?" Rong Bao grinned and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll skin you and make you cramp?"

Qing Cang looked at Rong Bao, and said indifferently: "If I can take the third ring from your hand, I will be able to kill you."

"Hahahahahahaha..." Rong Bao was stunned for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said, "The third round is because I don't have time to defend, so I don't want to leave it there. I'm very happy? Are you people of the Qinglong lineage already so shameless? Or don't you want to be poor."

Qing Cang shrank his pupils and said, "Rong Bao, can I take your words as a provocation to Qinglong's lineage?"

"Remove the word "is it?" I am provocative." Rong Bao unfolded the fan and said, "I think your head is broken. The word "Qinglong Yimai" can still put on a show in front of others. Bring it here. Scaring me? What do you think you are? The patriarchs of the five-clawed golden dragon and the candle dragon have to be polite when they see my father, when will it be your Qinglong's turn to be arrogant? If you don't want to die, get out!"

"Unfortunately, if your father is not here, no one will know that I killed you. Besides, so what?" Qing Cang suddenly roared angrily: "I can't protect myself, so who do you care about? Kill!"

A dragon's chant suddenly sounded at this moment, and suddenly there was a strong wind all around, flying sand and rocks.

Rong Bao stood there resolutely, and when the sound of the dragon's roar passed by, Rong Bao picked up a jade pendant and shook it: "Spirit sound attacks are useless, I don't even bother to do it myself to deal with you. I can play with you when I come out."

Qing Cang's face was ugly, and then he jumped forward fiercely, clawing towards Rong Bao with five fingers.

Without further ado, Rong Bao waved the fan in his hand forward and said, "Is it moral or not? You're done fighting, so naturally it's my turn!"

The fan swung out, and there was another gust of wind all around, but this time, the wind was heading in the direction of Qingcang. In the gust of wind, wind blades were continuously condensed, continuously Cut to Qingcang.

Qing Cang was not afraid, and moved his two arms forward to protect him. There were blue dragon patterns faintly appearing on his arms, and he hardened the wind blade, making the sound of metal impact continuously, crushing the wind blade.

Rong Bao took out a small mahogany sword and said: "You are capable, try this thing again!"

Rong Bao threw the small mahogany sword into the air, the small mahogany sword kept churning in the air, and soon turned into a giant sword, stabbing down towards Qingcang.

Qing Cang let out an angry roar, and raised his palms to the sky to welcome him out.

Boom!

When Qing Cang's palm collided with the sword tip, Qing Cang didn't have a big problem, but the ground under his feet was overwhelmed, and after a loud noise, a large area collapsed directly.

"Ah!" Qingcang roared again, pushed the mahogany giant sword away, and then shouted at Rong Bao: "Rong Bao, do you only know how to use treasures? Dare you show your skills and fight with me?" I will fight with a knife and a gun!"

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