The Age Of Global Cultivation: I Have A Hundredfold Reward

The general on three sides said very modestly: "Extraordinary, this kid, just so-so."

Zhang Dawei was startled.

Can you pass the tenth floor so-so?

Wouldn't other people be worse than rubbish?

At this moment, because there was a live broadcast to watch, Xiao Yue and Li Bo looked up at the same time.

Uncle Li sighed: "Young Master is really unparalleled."

Xiao Yue: "So this is what the inside of Tongtian Pagoda looks like. Brother Fan is like a cow. One shot one kid."

In the picture, Mu Feifan's momentum is like a broken bamboo, and in just ten minutes, he has passed the fifteenth floor.

On the contrary, Xia Yuchan didn't even lift his head.

Still staring attentively at the animation on the phone.

Xiao Yue sighed: "Sister-in-law... you deserve to be Brother Fan's daughter-in-law, she really feels confident in him."

This time, Mu Feifan's speed through the barriers was much faster than before.

No matter how mighty and mighty the Demonic Beasts turned out on each layer, they couldn't stand a shot.

It feels invincible.

Xiao Yue and the others seemed to be enjoying a visual feast.

One side down!

It took only half an hour for Mu Feifei to reach the nineteenth floor.

At this time, what appeared in front of him was no longer Demonic Beasts, but cultivator.

The opponent is holding a three-foot long sword, with long hair hanging down, a middle-aged look who has been able to do so for a long time.

Cultivation Base is the pinnacle of Foundation Building.

"Let you see the sharpest weapon of my Eight Treasure Sect!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

Mu Feifei was slightly surprised: "...A familiar word, are you advertising? Eight-treasure porridge?"

Depend on!

A word almost choked the middle-aged man to death.

"It's the Eight Treasure Sect!" The middle-aged man yelled and corrected, and then murmured something in his mouth: "Look at my first sword move-Spirit Sword Breaks the Sky!"

The next moment, the long sword in his hand was sacrificed.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the long sword was like a small beast, culling towards Mu Feihua.

The sound of explosions kept coming from the surrounding air.

Obviously it was cut to pieces by the Sword Qi of the Spirit Sword.

Unstoppable!

In the hall, Xiao Yue was very nervous, and she squeezed her hand fiercely: "Brother Fan doesn't know if she can block this move."

Li Bo: "Little Fatty, I understand you are worried about Young Master, but what is going on with you holding my clothes?"

Xiao Yue looked down and saw that what she was holding in her hand was the corner of Li Bo's clothes.

sweat!

Fortunately, he is an old man.

If it were a girl, it would be a hooliganism.

On the nineteenth floor, in the face of this terrible blow, Mu Feifei brandished a spear.

Yinmang passed by.

The cold wind flashed.

The long sword of the middle-aged man was directly shot down by the tip of the gun!

With a bang, it bounced into the distance.

The middle-aged man was shocked: "I didn't expect you to have two brushes. I was careless just now."

Mu Feifan: "...It's the same a few more times, it's too slow."

The middle-aged man roared: "Damn, don't underestimate me, look at my seventh sword move-eight swords fly together!"

The next moment, he pointed out.

The long sword on the ground rose again.

It seems to be spiritual.

One becomes two, two becomes four, and four becomes eight.

Suddenly, the screen was filled with sword shadows.

The cold light enveloped the entire sky.

"Kill me!" The middle-aged man gave orders again.

Eight divine swords rushed towards Mu Feihua.

This time, the momentum was even stronger.

I feel like I can't stop without breaking Mu Feihua.

Unexpectedly, Mu Feifei just sneered.

He stepped forward and fired with a spear.

"The First Stage of Killing Spear-Breaking Soldiers!"

In an instant, the spear in Mu Feifan's hand looked like an iron tree blooming.

With a random shake, countless shots appeared unexpectedly.

It's much more than the number of eight swords!

Wherever the tip of the gun went, all annihilated.

When the middle-aged man saw this scene, cold sweat broke out.

He felt unparalleled pressure.

"Good marksmanship, but I'm not a vegetarian, just one shot!"

The next moment, eight long swords have arrived.

The sharp sword light whizzed out.

However, in the sky full of gun shadows, all are shattered!

Mu Feifan's momentum remained undiminished, and he made another shot.

Bang!

Even the long sword of the middle-aged man turned into a pile of scrap iron and fell to the ground feebly.

"No!" The middle-aged man saw this with horror on his face.

The long sword is his life weapon.

Life is connected to the heart.

With a pop, the middle-aged man spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Unfortunately, you haven't just passed." Mu Feifei walked over.

"My Babaozong will never yield!" The middle-aged man raised his head, his eyes full of indomitability.

Seeing the arrogant and arrogant person of the other party, Mu Feihua decisively chose to shoot it up.

boom!

The middle-aged man was completely detonated.

Reverted to a cloud of mist.

Mu Feihua carried the gun and walked casually to the lower teleportation array.

As he walked, he said, "Eight-treasure porridge, it's just for people to serve."

In the hall, Xiao Yue was stunned: "Is it solved so easily?"

Uncle Li persuaded me painstakingly: "Little Fatty, I advise you to let it go. The sweat on my clothes is too much, you can't hold it."

Three generals sat beside them with a golden sword and iron horse.

There was a waiting seat, and he actually sat in the manner of a big boss.

"Before the 20th floor, it was a piece of cake, and the next moment is the decisive battle." He said lightly.

Xiao Yue asked: "Decisive battle? What's on the 20th floor?"

The three-faced general jokingly smiled: "You will know soon, maybe this time, the extraordinary guy will be hit like never before!"

What?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yue and Li Bo were shocked.

Even Xia Yuchan put down his phone, raised his head, and looked at the big screen with beautiful eyes.

Mu Feifei had reached the twentieth floor at this time.

The surroundings are quiet, nothing.

Mu Feifan waited for a while, a little strange: "Is there anyone, I will go to the next floor without anyone."

Perhaps it was stimulated by these words.

Soon there was a cloud of mist in the middle of the hall.

Slowly transformed into a human form.

Seeing this, Mu Feifei suddenly remembered the man in white he had met on the tenth floor.

"Isn't it still him?" Mu Feifan's expression finally became solemn.

After all, the man in white last time, he also heard about it later.

Known as the strongest in the history of the alliance!

Such a person is the strongest at any stage of cultivation.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the other party appeared on the twentieth floor.

Thinking of this, Mu Feifan's fighting spirit suddenly grew!

He tried his best in his life, and what he tried his best was that battle.

Almost lost his life!

Therefore, this time Mu Fei Fei will definitely not be soft.

"This time, I must brutally abuse you!" Mu Fei Fei launched a ruthless heart, staring at the condensed human figure in front of him.

However, when this figure condenses successfully.

Mu Feifan showed an unbelievable expression.

At this moment, standing in front of him was a tall woman.

Long hair is like a waterfall.

She wore a clean white palace dress, spotlessly clean.

It looks like a banished fairy descending to the earth, with a faint fairy radiance all over her body.

Mu Feifan rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.

He couldn't help but blurted out: "Not the bastard from last time?"

Unexpectedly, the cold eyes of the imperial-dressed woman suddenly became a little confused: "What bastard?"

Mu Feifan did not expect that the other party could communicate with himself normally.

Unlike the guy on the nineteenth floor, the lines are like advertising!

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