The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The golden crescent was actually resisted!

This scene made everyone feel suffocated for a while!

Moreover, with only one index finger, the violent sword was stuck there, unable to advance half an inch.

To be honest, Wang Ling felt that the timing of his arrival was quite thrilling. If it was a few seconds later, Throwing Thunder and Song Qingshu would both be chopped down by this crescent sword energy and the house.

At this point, the audience fell into silence...

Wang Ling resisted the golden crescent moon while feeling the energy contained in this sword energy. This young man's strength is very strong, stronger than the old devil's demon spirit in the imaginary stage, and it is different from those cultivators he has seen before.

Let's break down the sword energy first...

Although this sword qi was resisted, Wang Ling felt that this thing was unsettling like an unstable nuclear bomb.

He raised his thumb and rubbed it with his index finger. The golden crescent was instantly decomposed into large pieces of gold powder and dissipated in the void.

In this situation, I can't help but think of the lyrics of a song: You lightly twisted your fingertips and smashed me...

Everything is so simple and comfortable.

The old devil stared at Wang Ling. Although he only saw the back of this man, and this man was wearing a white rabbit pajamas that contrasted with his own strength, the old devil recognized him even when he turned to ashes.

This person is definitely the junior who broke his ancient magic sword at the door of the convenience store last time!

"Who are you?" The youth of Xianfu stared at Wang Ling, and a few drops of cold sweat could not help shedding on his forehead.

His gaze was a little unbelievable. Fifty times the power of the sword, was blocked by a finger, and then easily disintegrated.

Wang Ling didn't answer, he just turned his head slightly and glanced behind him with his peripheral vision. Whether it was the old devil or the devil, he couldn't help shivering.

This look... if they stay here again, they will definitely die!

"I'm sorry, I will take a step ahead..."

The old devil was sweating coldly, and the purple-golden mist rose up just after he finished speaking, and then immediately disappeared without a trace as the mist disappeared.

For the old devil, this is definitely a painful decision.

Since he was established as a "Demon Venerable" by the world back then, he has rarely pulled his face down and done things that have no face at all...

It can be said that the escape of the old devil was completely expected by Wang Ling. The protective mist of the purple gold gourd, before the ancient magic sword was officially repaired, there was no possibility to trace back to the small world of the old devil. .

But Wang Ling knew that the old devil's days would not go too far.

That look before was a warning.

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Just like that, the old devil is gone...

This melon skin devil, who is frightened by the world, also has a life door that he is afraid of, and this life door is Wang Ling.

In the face of life and face, the old devil decisively put down all face and integrity.

He waved his sleeves without taking away a cloud...

Unfortunately, this young man from Xianfu still did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

"No matter who you are, it is unforgivable for you to obstruct Xianfu!" The young man in Xianfu looked at Wang Ling and said coldly. When he got the seal on his hand, it was just a snap of his fingers.

"Crack!" With a loud bang, the spirit sword in his hand seemed to have been endowed with a soul, and in the blink of an eye, it galloped behind Wang Ling, reaching its limit.

This is a swordsmanship that can win the head of an enemy general from thousands of miles away. When the young man used this swordsmanship, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, showing he was very confident.

This sword is the one he is most familiar with in all his swordsmanships. What he pays attention to is one move to defeat the enemy and one strike to kill!

Just as Wang Ling turned his head, the blood-colored spirit sword in the youth's hand had already flown out.

The speed of this sword is extremely fast, and even the eyesight of the God Transformation Stage may not be able to catch it.

Its sword energy is completely golden, like a bolt of lightning!

Looking at this scene, Thunder Throwing True Monarch seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes widened: "This person said before that this sword is called Biyuan..."

Song Qingshu: "What did Zhenjun remember?"

Thunder Throwing Lord: "I think of a legendary ancient sword, also called Biyuan... Its speed ranks first on the list of swords in the history of cultivation, and it has a nickname called Golden Flash, and its brother sword is code-named Silver Lightning. Its speed ranks second in the sword list..."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help shaking. A young man from Xianfu still holds a legendary ancient magic sword in his hand. How much energy is behind this immortal mansion is really fascinating.

However, although he felt a little bit of hair, Song Qingshu couldn't feel the fear at all.

I don't know why, but every time Ling Zhenzhen appeared, it gave him a great sense of security, especially when he appeared in that big white rabbit pajamas, it made Song Qingshu feel so warm and kind...

"Suffer to death." In the field, the youth of Xianfu sneered at the moment Biyuan launched.

At the same time, Throwing Lei and Song Qingshu, who were hiding behind the walls of the villa, couldn't help but let out a sigh: These days, why are there so many people who like to die?

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Wang Ling's eyes caught the trajectory of the galloping sword shadow, and he was thinking at the same time: If the person standing here is the Thunder Throwing True Monarch, there is no suspense in this battle...

Whoosh! While thinking about it, the sword had already cut in from a strange angle, and it was about to pierce Wang Ling's back.

Wang Ling just turned sideways, then dodged. At the same time, he firmly grasped the hilt of the blood-colored spirit sword and pinched the spirit sword in his hand.

The young man of Xianfu widened his eyes.

I feel that my world view has been refreshed, and I am being hit by five thunders... How is this possible! ?

This is a legendary ancient magic sword with golden glitter, and its speed ranks first on the Sword List of Cultivation History!

The youth of Xianfu was stunned, and he was able to catch Biyuan's one-shot kill... How fast is Tamar's hand? How many years does it take to be single to practice?

The young man gritted his teeth and recited Jian Jue in his mouth again, trying to call Bi Yuan back.

However, no matter how he casts the spell, Biyuan is held in the hands of the young man and remains motionless...

He instantly understood that it wasn't that his spellcasting failed, but that this young man possessed a completely unexpected power!

Where is this sacred?

After the half-destroyed villa wall, Thunder Throwing True Monarch and Song Qingshu had long expected this scene, and both of them couldn't help sighing.

"True monarch, you said before that this golden flash is called Biyuan. The silver lightning that ranks second in speed is called Zhenjun, do you know?" Song Qingshu was very curious and couldn't help but ask.

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "Oh, you said that silver lightning?"

Song Qingshu nodded: "Yes."

"It's called Bichi." Thunder Throwing True Monarch replied without hesitation.

Song Qingshu: "..."