Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Okay, let's start with you first!"

Lu Xiong roared violently, like a giant bear, killing Li Feiyu.

He swung the Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, and the tip of the halberd drew a sharp arc in the air, bringing up a gust of wind.

The body of the halberd seemed to be injected with infinite power, flashing with cold light as it slashed hard at the enemy.

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be still.

Wherever the halberd tip passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistle.

The strong wind brought by the halberd body swept the surrounding dust and fallen leaves into it, forming a violent storm.

As the tip of the halberd fell, an earth-shaking loud noise echoed on the battlefield.

The man who called himself Li Feiyu was struck by this overbearing and powerful blow, as if he was hit hard by a giant hammer. He flew backwards instantly and fell to the ground.

Lu Xiong's blow not only defeated the enemy, but also demonstrated his majestic momentum and invincible fighting power.

Buyun was not dead. Before taking the Heart-Protect Pill, he had saved his life, but he would have to lie under the hospital bed for a long time.

"Go find Ba Dao Jiang Xianchu! It's not late yet!"

Because the opponent's methods were ruthless, Douzong's disciples were naturally very angry, and even hoped that Jian Qingyun could not kill the opponent.

"If he dares to hurt you, let him die!"

"I have lost my fighting ability, and I still want to kill people. They are just competing, but they are here to kill!"

Jian Qingyun has a tall and straight posture, like a green pine, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

"clear!"

Lu Xiong's speed suddenly slowed down, and his whole body turned into afterimages, making it impossible to tell where I was.

"yes!"

puff!

He nodded repeatedly.

"Kill me!"

Jiang Ya's eyes showed a ferocious look, and she was extremely crazy.

Jian Qingyun slashed out with one sword, and the terrifying sword light was like a horse's sword, extremely domineering.

"Senior Brother Qingyun, kill me!"

I stand outside, like a lonely statue, fighting against the world, but full of strength.

Then there was a scream.

"Worry, it's easy to deal with me. I thought that the Dou Zong warrior was incompetent, but in fact, it seems that the younger generation is also like this."

Under the green clothes, there are embroidered cloud patterns and bamboo leaves that have disappeared, which looks both elegant and unrestrained. A belt of the same color is tied around the waist, which is simple but out of style.

The old man looked in the direction of Douzong.

"Teach me something!"

The young man in white frowned, glanced at Lu Xiong Nuanre and said: "Go back and receive the punishment yourself!"

The dagger collided with the sword light, causing a dull loud noise.

Wearing a green shirt, there is a sense of warmth and indifference.

Because of such an attack, Jiang Ya seemed a little uneasy, but in reality she was not fatally injured.

"You do it!"

I was wearing a green robe. The material was heavy and soft, and it fluttered in the wind, like smoke.

"Senior Brother Qingyun, those guys are very weird. They don't look weak, but when it comes to fighting, they are very tricky. You must be careful."

Lu Xiong's eyes showed fear.

"Haha, he is weaker than the white bear just now, but he is still your opponent."

The speaker is a young man.

Lu Xiong suddenly turned around, only to find that there was an identical Yu Clan boy standing there.

Lu Xiong frowned slightly, and two daggers appeared in his front hand, and he blocked them directly.

"Yeah, look how arrogant we are!"

His Fangtian Painted Halberd seemed to turn into the wrath of the God of War at that moment, splitting apart all obstacles, showing unparalleled domineering and strength.

Perhaps I was the only one who couldn't tell that Jian Qingyun had reached his limit. Although he was lucky enough to cut off one of the opponent's arms, this was because the opponent was a heavy enemy.

"If you lose this battle, Qingyun will advance!"

The young man who called himself Lu Xiong walked out with a smile.

Suddenly, I slashed out with my sword.

If he fights again, Jian Qingyun will die.

I have a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, exuding an extraordinary temperament. A pair of deep eyes, like autumn water in the sky, both warm, calm and profound, as if they can see through all the troubles in the world.

A series of cold light stabbed under Jian Qingyun's body. Although Jian Qingyun avoided the vital point and blocked the killing move, I didn't look a little embarrassed at this time.

The young man in white shook his head, looked at a young man beside him and said, "Lu Xiong, how about he deal with me?"

Jian Qingyun's eyes were filled with ice and heat.

I walked calmly, every step was steady and effortless, as if it carried a sense of rhythm, making people look at me consciously.

The young man in white said warmly.

A moment ago, Lu Xiong suddenly laughed: "The eighth Dou Zong is also outstanding. It seems that the so-called Zhongzhou Hidden Dragon List has paralyzed their nerves. Then the battle should begin."

Bang!

"Douzong probably doesn't have a genius yet. One is ranked seventh in the Hidden Dragon Ranking of Central Continent, and the other is ranked seventh. Let us all come out, otherwise, their face of Douzong today will be completely humiliated."

"Bad weak!"

"It's Senior Brother Jian Qingyun from Jianmen!"

Lu Xiong's warm laughter sounded.

"you!"

At this time, an old man appeared and took Jian Qingyun back directly.

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Jian Qingyun has a unique temperament. He is not as elegant as an immortal, but also has the heroic spirit of a knight-errant.

Jian Qingyun didn't say a word as he slashed out with one sword after another.

"Haha, I'm just teasing them. They really think they are no less powerful."

Bang!

Lu Xiong's disappeared figure appeared, but one of his arms had not been chopped off.

At a certain moment, there was a loud noise, and Jian Qingyun was blown away.

Jian Qingyun looked at the young man in white: "You don't care who they are, but if you come to Douzong to do whatever they want, you can get them for free."

I am of a low stature, so there was no sound of wind whistling when I walked.

At this time, a figure moved instantly and rescued Buyun.

Lu Xiong was directly knocked away.

This made Jiang Ya defeated one after another.

But the Yu tribe didn't seem to want to give Lu Xiong a chance, and shot out another arrow.

Lu Xiong looked at the young man in white indifferently and said.

Lu Xiong is not dead yet.

But there is no joy under my face.

In front of him, there was blood flying everywhere.

Hearing the conversation between Jiang Ya and the young man in white, the Douzong disciples' eyes were filled with fire and they were very angry.

My eyes were deep and gone, and my behavior showed a calmness and calmness, as if I could remain calm and rational no matter what difficulties I faced.

call out!

"yes!"

"cannot!"

That sword was much weaker than that of the inner disciple at first. It almost had some fancy skills, and seemed to lack the concentration of pure power.

"As expected of you, the eighth-ranked genius in Douzong. Without Jian, Senior Brother Qingyun, those few people are just talking."

The young man in white nodded, then simply sat on the floor, took out some delicious food and started eating.

puff!

The old man looked at the young man in white and said: "These two people are not in the sect at this time. If he can't wait, how about fighting again before such an hour?"

At this moment, a cold light penetrated Lu Xiong's heart.

I hold a long sword in my hand. The sword is slender and glows with a faint green light. The sword was not drawn out, but was just held quietly. This calmness and calmness seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and symbiotic with all things.