Super Soldier King

Holding the ice spear in his hand, Zhou Yu looked at the changes in the outside world with a face full of disbelief.

From fire to ice, it is only a moment, but Zhou Yu knows how difficult it is to achieve this.

It's still a spiritual power transformation of the Xiangke attribute!

He condensed his own spiritual power, stretched out his palm, and slapped it on the ice wall in front of him, but the powerful ice attribute spiritual power actually wrapped his hand.

Zhou Yu roared angrily, and the terrifying coercion radiated out without reservation, directly shattering the entire ice lump.

Who said he was not angry, this white-faced scholar beat him out.

Wu Wuzi hid aside cunningly, of course he knew how difficult it is to convert the spiritual power of the Xiangke attribute, let alone a large-scale spell, which needs to be converted from ice to fire in the blink of an eye.

A terrible idea popped up in his mind, this young cultivator, wouldn't he really be asking about the realm?

But such a powerful ancestor-level figure is enough to overwhelm the sky in Nanzhou, why come here to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

His purpose is to...

When Ji Wuzi was thinking hard, Xie Lingyang in Ye Qian's mind became excited, "Boy, I bet you that this white-faced scholar is definitely a strong person at the level of Taoism! And he is also the kind of person who carries a legacy." Role!"

"It's up to you to say that! An afterthought!"

The cultivators present are not fuel-efficient lamps, and everyone is guessing that this white-faced scholar is a great power at the Dao realm level.

"Hmph, did you think this old man was an afterthought?" Xie Lingyang shouted, "Look for yourself, the judge's pen on the back of that guy is actually a powerful magic weapon for practitioners in the prehistoric period. Hmph, it's useless to tell you, you can use it later." Just look at it!"

Wu Wuzi seemed to have thought of something, and he quickly said to Zhou Yu through sound transmission: "Brother Zhou, this person is quite accomplished in the five elements of magic, if you show your true body and subdue him with speed, or There is a victory!"

Zhou Yu seemed to have other plans in his heart, and he was not in a hurry to reveal his real body, instead he threw the ice spear at the white-faced scholar viciously.

The latter tapped his toes lightly, and his movements were graceful. Zhou Yu suddenly realized that he had no way to lock onto this guy's figure.

"It's a master!"

Zhou Yu, who rarely spoke, realized that he could no longer retain his strength. He bit the tip of his tongue, spewed a mouthful of blood, and then wiped it on his eyelids.

When the eyes were opened again, the two eyeballs were already blue.

"Ice Soul Cold Light!"

Zhou Yu growled an ancient spell, and two blue lights burst out from his eyes. The two blue lights merged into one in front of Zhou Yu's eyes. The thickness was about the thickness of a child's arm, and they sprayed straight towards the white-faced scholar.

Where the blue light passed, all the moisture in the nearby air was sucked out, and the grass and trees in the ground directly below were all withered and yellow.

The white-faced scholar refused to evade, Zhou Yu laughed loudly and said: "Take my gift of divine light stubbornly, court death!"

"oh?"

The white-faced scholar sighed softly, stretched out his right hand, flicked his fingers, and the icy cold light of destructive power unexpectedly deflected and hit the side ridge directly.

"Boom..."

A whole four to five hundred feet high hill, directly from the top to the foot of the mountain, was frozen into a big lump.

After the white-faced scholar finished all this, he withdrew his fingers and stood in front of Zhou Yu again with his hands behind his back.

That look seemed to be asking Zhou Yu, what kind of tricks did he not use?

Zhou Yu is the senior of the Yaozu. In the whole Nanzhou, he is very murderous. There are not eight hundred or one thousand cultivators who died at his hands.

His personality looks very gloomy, but he actually likes to fight fiercely.

What's more terrible is that he, a monster cultivator, has an arrogant personality.

To deal with the white-faced scholar, he had already used his natal talent, but he still failed to attract the opponent's attention.

Such a situation made him more angry than leaving a few wounds on his body!

The two confronted each other for half a stick of incense, no one dared to disturb them, even Wuzi kept his mouth shut.

He knew that Zhou Yu was completely pissed off by this handsome little doll.

"You forced me!"

Zhou Yu said suddenly and harshly, and then he yelled, and blue lights appeared all over his body.

Soon a five-headed snow eagle appeared in the sky, and the terrifying coercion swept almost the entire trial space!

The white-faced scholar suddenly smiled. He stretched out his slender hand and touched the judge's pen behind him. A dark light flashed, and the judge's pen suddenly elongated into an eight-foot-long pen. long gun.

The whole body of this gun is pitch black, only the end of the gun shaft is inlaid with this blood-colored diamond-shaped gemstone.

When the white-faced scholar held the gun in one hand, the blood-colored rhombus gem trembled, and then three streams of blood spewed out.

These three streams of blood spiraled up along the body of the gun, and finally gathered at the tip of the gun.

The five-headed snow eagle looked at the gun in the white-faced scholar's hand, and for some reason, he felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

This is not a sense of fear due to the unknown origin of the enemy or the excessive strength shown just now. For Zhou Yu, the five-headed snow eagle, what he is afraid of is the strange spear held by the white-faced scholar.

Especially the three streams of blood entangled on the spear, which looked like living things, made his eyes blurred for a while.

"Brother Zhou! Withdraw quickly!"

Wu Zizi's yell did not wake up Zhou Yu at all, and the white-faced scholar waved his hand, and the black spear in his hand came out, stabbing fiercely into Zhou Yu's chest,

Only then did Zhou Yu wake up. He was half annoyed and half remorseful, why he was so careless, and his heart was pierced by the enemy with a gun.

But it doesn't matter, I still have two other hearts.

This is the tyranny of the prehistoric monster bloodline, three hearts are enough for him to live three times!

But the next moment, Zhou Yu's eyes blurred again.

Because the three streams of blood on the spear suddenly bounced out, piercing into his blood vessels like three poisonous snakes.

Zhou Yu could feel that his vitality was rapidly draining along with the sucked blood.

Within half a stick of incense, Zhou Yu's five-headed snow eagle turned into a mummy and fell under the gun.

Shi Shiran, a white-faced scholar, came over and pulled out his spear with satisfied eyes.

At this moment, five words suddenly appeared in Zhou Yu's remaining thoughts.

But he couldn't say these five words, and only two people who were still alive knew them.

One is Xie Lingyang, he shouted loudly in Ye Qian's mind: "Blood Spear!"

All the cultivators who survived at the scene also knew that it was Wu Zi who shouted, "The blood gun of all beasts!"

The white-faced scholar turned around, and with a flash of black light in his hand, the Beast Leaking Blood Spear returned to his back, continuing to turn into a judge's pen.

He looked at Wu Zizi expressionlessly and said, "Shut up!"

The high-ranking figure of Huangjimen, the leader of the righteous way, Wu Zi who dignifiedly peeped at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Dao Realm, unexpectedly shut his mouth firmly under the words of a little boy!

Although there was great resentment in his heart, Wu Zizi didn't dare to show it on his face at the moment.

Ye Qian asked in his heart: "Do you know the origin of this gun?"

"The murder weapon!" Xie Lingyang rarely put away his cynical attitude, and resumed the stern tone of a generation of masters: "This long spear is from a certain human race who was an enemy of the monster race in the prehistoric era. It was made by beheading hundreds of demon beasts above the ninth level of Dao Sighting Realm, and sacrificed their blood essence."

"Have you noticed the appearance of the five snow eagles in the later stage of the battle? He looked so demented that he was slaughtered. It was because his old ancestors were shot and killed by this gun, so there was a kind of blood relationship with him." Inborn fear!"

Ye Qian immediately asked back: "If the ancestors had not been slaughtered, wouldn't that be fine?"

"C'mon, haven't you been killed? When they sacrificed and practiced this long spear back then, except for dragons and phoenixes with great luck, they killed everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water. What do you say?" Say, is it true dragon blood, or phoenix blood?"

After being teased by Xie Lingyang for a while, Ye Qian immediately retorted: "Then with this gun in hand, wouldn't it be bad luck for the world's demon cultivators?"

"That's not enough!" Xie Lingyang said with a chuckle: "All things are born and restrained by each other. There is no such thing as a powerful killer. Look at the white-faced scholar, his strength should be above the five-headed snow eagle, but he has to use a hundred Beast Lixue shot him to death, one is to bully this guy who doesn't understand the prehistoric magic weapon, and the other is the Hundred Beast Leaping Blood Spear, which needs to be practiced every few years with the blood essence of monsters above the ninth level of Dao Sighting Realm, so, Just keeping this gun is a fucking annoyance!"

Ye Qian nodded. At this time, the white-faced scholar glanced at him, and Ye Qian felt his scalp go numb.

Who would have known that under the innocent and romantic face of the girl in the purple skirt, there was actually a god of death.

"rumble!"

Zhou Yu's body was teleported out, and the cliff he was standing on just now collapsed without any warning.

Wu Wuzi counted his fingers, and his face changed: "Not good, our trial space is about to fail."

As soon as this remark came out, the remaining cultivators became anxious immediately.

"How could this be, wouldn't it shrink and collapse when the number of people decreases?"

"It's all right now, it's the same whether you fight or not..."

"What the hell, you don't have a machine, doesn't it mean that you can fight..."

Wu Wuzi glared fiercely at the cultivator who finally sweared, and then looked at the white-faced scholar with some awe.

Of course, he couldn't say that it was the white-faced scholar's gun that caused the entire trial space to become unbalanced.

Then he is not an old birthday star who eats arsenic-does he think he has a long life?

But for everyone, an explanation is still needed.

"That's right, our trial space, according to the calculations of our elders, can accommodate about ten practitioners. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with the procedure of fighting skills. It helped everyone screen out most of the practitioners, isn't it?"

"It's just that there is one more person among us now, which is already a very good result."