rebirth proud of the world

() Hong Liebing remembers that when he was young in his previous life, he once asked Xiaoyao Taoist the question of "Why people are afraid of death".

As the head of the Rifting Sword Sect, Xiaoyao Taoist is very unscrupulous, but he is indeed very knowledgeable and talented.

He pondered for a moment and gave Hong Liebing an answer.

"There are many reasons why people are afraid of death, but in general, there are only two points."

"First, it is nostalgia for things in the world before my life."

"The second is the fear of the unknown world."

For Honglibing, who has already jumped out of the three realms, is not in the five elements, has once reached the seventh level of god level, and has achieved immortality in souls, death under normal circumstances is at best a reincarnation.

What mortals call going to hell and going to heaven does not apply to him.

What's more, after having a death experience, he realized that with the magic weapon of the Blue Star Sword, he would have no use to him even if he burned his soul and scattered his soul.

Therefore, the second article, the fear of the unknown world does not apply to him.

The reason why Hong Liebing is afraid of death is that he is afraid that the inheritance of the Lietian Sword Sect will be broken by others, afraid of being sorry to Taoist Xiaoyao, and afraid of being ashamed of the ancestors of the Lietian Sword Sect.

I was even more afraid that I would never see Hongtachen again, Isana, Hongpocang, Uncle Fu, Uncle De, Hongjingyu, Hongaoxue, Hongbaiyu, Third Princess, Squad Leader, Fatty, Mouse, Yang Ming, Lu

Leigh, Terry, Jamies, Lin Xiao, Tabu, Brad...a group of relatives and friends!

When heading to the Nanman Mountains to carry out the mission of exploring the Blood Sword, to be honest, Hong Liebing didn't care too much.

He was confident that he was equipped with the ultimate speed of the nine-step wind of the fallen god, and his magical power of shrinking the ground into an inch of space to change, even if he was inferior to the powerful people of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, there was no problem if he wanted to leave.

However, to be on the safe side, he put Po Jian, Yan Nu, Zhen Tian and the other three in the space wrist guards to deal with some emergencies before setting off.

Now, an emergency is coming!

By the long sword of blood, the powerful men of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan chased Hongliong, who had no way to heaven and no way to the ground. The cold light and the crazy light flashed in their eyes at the same time.

He raised his left hand, and the silver-white space power illuminated the entire audience instantly.

Three giants appeared on the earth out of thin air.

It is Yan Wu, Po Jian, and the three monsters that are shaking the sky!

"roar--"

"roar--"

"Cry——"

Yan furiously, Po Jian and Zhen Tian. As soon as he appeared, he immediately realized the severity of losing his composure from more than 8,800 masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan who were attacking not far away.

After they growled, they immediately entered a state of fighting.

"Rumbling rumble rumble rumble rumble-"

The power fluctuations, as powerful as thousands of gas bombs exploded together, swept across the entire audience, oppressing more than 8,800 masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, suddenly trembled in their hearts. A shock appeared on their faces.

"Yanwu. Pojian, Zhentian. Go and support Zhao Tiaoxuan, Xie Mu, Manros, Zalevman, Leng Feng, Dell, Li He, and Gong Shao, and help them escape! Be careful yourself! As for

I, don't worry, after the eight of them escaped, you will also flee to the witch city!" While Hong Liebing shouted loudly, his body movements changed with a breath, and he kept dodging, leaving countless afterimages.

The Blood Se long sword is really persevering in Hongliongbing.

It was just a few short words that forced him to jump up and down, and he fell to the ground and shrank into an inch. It was finally impossible for the blood-se sword to be unable to get close to him.

In other words, Hongliong's body technique, eyesight, and spiritual consciousness are really powerful, so he has not been exposed to the Blood Se long sword so far.

If it were another person, even if it was a fifth-level holy master with the strength of the Legion of Destruction and the ability to fly the air, he would probably have had contact with the Blood Se Sword long ago.

The Blood Se long sword is too weird and the grade is too high-end. I have said less of the seventh-level artifacts, and it is definitely a very dangerous thing.

While dodging nervously, Hong Liebing tried to draw out the ethereal sword several times, storm the true energy of the God of War, and slashed the blood-flying sword with great force.

But in the end, he didn't do that.

Because, this is really too risky.

The magic weapon has spirits.

A magic weapon that can automatically attack people like the Blood Se long sword will release bloody evil energy to cover the area of ​​a hundred feet in a radius. The magic weapon that does not allow people to get close to is definitely a little bit of wisdom.

Even though this wisdom is still very ignorant and ignorant, only as high as a three or four-year-old child, it is clear that good or bad is already distinguished.

The previous nine green se torrent attacks were nothing to the seventh-level magical artifact. They couldn't even wipe the skin, so Honglibing naturally had no scruples.

But the Ethereal Sword is different. It is a seventh-level magic weapon. Once it is slashed out with one sword under the urging of the God of War's true energy, even the fifth-level holy weapon will probably be a little damaged.

Once the ethereal sword is used to slash the blood-sword, the spirits inside the blood-sword will feel pain and be angry.

If it is furious because of this, its strength is fully developed, its killer moves are stacked, and its sixth-level demigod ancestor, Hong Baiyu, all of them feel a headache to attack, then Hongliongbing will be sad.

Although, this is just a guess.

But for safety reasons, Hong Liebing tried not to do anything that might cause irritation of the blood-scar, and just kept running away.

He only hopes that the Blood Se long sword will lose interest in him and continue to squat in the previous place, not to fly around and waste energy.

On the other hand, while Hong Liebing was exhausted from dodging the blood-sword attack, Yan Fu, Po Jian, and Zhen Tian, ​​roared and fought fiercely with more than 8,800 masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan.

"Cry!" The sky was shook the sky, which was the fifth-level median holy beast. It roared to the sky and took the lead. Thousands of blue thunder powers crackled, bursting through the air and storming across the sky and landing.

Every line is as thick as a water tank, like the thunder in the sky, with a huge momentum.

With just one encounter, the hundreds of second-level masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan were knocked into coke and killed on the spot.

The shocking change at this moment immediately made everyone in the audience change.

But the difference is that the eight people in Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy were ecstatic, while the masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan were shocked and angry.

"Fifth-level holy monster!"

"How is this possible? The Holy Land Warcraft is so proud. Even ordinary sixth-level demigod-level powerful people can kill but not surrender. How did the Yan Hong country man do it?"

"Hmph! Just a fifth-level holy master, there are more than 8,000 people here. Can't we still deal with it?"

"Yes! With our combat power, even if the fifth-level ultimate holy domain powerhouse can't get it, I'm afraid of a fifth-level mid-level holy domain monster?"

"Kill them all! To comfort the souls of our dead great ancestors!"

Although the fifth-level holy monster is terrifying, the power of hatred is undoubtedly huge.

The deaths of more than a hundred second-level masters not only failed to scare away the masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, but also made them even more crazy.

"The evil beast is looking for death!" Pudiwalu, the strongest among the more than 8,000 masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, glared and raised his hair and hair. His strength was raised to the extreme level in an instant.

His right hand blood sword raised high, and the cold light flashed, and a terrifying bloody aura was emitted, enough to make the troops tremble.

Fifth-level holy weapon!

"Swish--"

Pudiwalu slashed in the air, and a blood sword energy surged into the sky. It was more than ten feet long and completely condensed into substance, just like a dark gold torrent mixed with endless blood, rolling and roaring towards the sky.

Kill it away.

A top fourth-level master, plus the power of the fifth-level holy weapon, launched a powerful attack that is enough to threaten the existence of the fifth-level holy domain level.

"Cry!" A sharp sound was heard in a daze. He didn't dare to let the bloody sword light fall directly on him.

Its wings raised, and hundreds of azure blue thunder power turned into a turbulent wave of anger. It shattered thousands of square meters, swept out, and defeated the entire blood sword energy.

"Cry!" The eyes of the shaking sky showed fierce light, and the power of thunder was surging, and then they beat Pudiwaru violently and launched a full-scale indiscriminate attack.

Its attack seemed to turn the earth in a radius of hundreds of feet into a thunder hell, and it was filled with terrifying blue thunder and lightning.

Pudiwaru, the strongest among the more than 8,000 witch clans in the Southern Barbarians, is indeed extraordinary.

With the fifth-level holy weapon in his hand and his thick fourth-level dark gold fighting spirit, he defended the ink splashing ink under the attack of the sky, as stable as Mount Tai.

However, his ability does not mean that other masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan also have this ability.

"ah……"

A series of shrill screams came from the mouths of countless powerful Southern Barbarian witch clans who were affected by the fish in the pond, heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching, with a terrifying resentment to the extreme.

In a short while, dozens of warriors of the second-level silver level Southern Barbarian Witch Clan were killed on the spot by Zhentian.

"hateful!"

"A mere fifth-level holy monster dares to be arrogant in front of our Nanman Witch Clan's jing team, which is simply seeking death!"

"We gather the strength of everyone and kill this evil beast on the spot!"

The powerful men of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan's eyes turned red due to a large number of casualties.

Eight leading strong men of the fourth-level ten thousand men, combined with eight third-level gold fighters, thousands of second-level silver fighters, abandoned the eight Qingfeng Magic Martial Arts Academy who were running and fleeing quickly, and all went into the sky.

The shaking sky launched a powerful attack like a stunning stone.

How powerful is the power of more than 8,000 masters?

It’s not much different to say that it’s ruining the world.

Even a fifth-level top holy master like Taslo, the dean of the Royal City Magic Martial Arts Academy, may lose his smile under such an attack.

"Cry!" Zhentian's eyes narrowed, and he keenly realized that something was wrong.

Its wings bulged, blessed with the power of the nine heavens' thunder, soared into the sky, dodged away like lightning, and set off boundless thunder.

"Where are you going?" A powerful man from the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan's fourth-level peak-level powerhouse flashed in his eyes and screamed in his mouth.

He flipped his left hand and a long black ancient rope appeared in his palm, causing terrifying waves of power.

Countless runes that emitted black se and dark energy appeared and flowed on them, strange and unpredictable, as if they were about to come back to life.

It is another fifth-level holy weapon! (To be continued.)