Black Wizard Zhu Peng

Dark night falls, the Chinese Warrior Association of Wizard City, a feast of Danyuan. ???一看书W?W?W?·K?Ａ?ＮＣＯＭ

　　 On the side of the foreign martial arts school, most of the warriors are tall and physically strong figures. Before inspiring their own grudge, these people also exercise their bodies.

It’s just that it doesn’t talk about pile skills or bones, but it’s crazy muscle training. It accumulates the potential of the body and finally echoes the external energy particles between life and death, detonating the strong and fierce fighting energy in the body... It is unusually simple and rude, but also suitable for popularization. .

　　 The human beings in the magical environment have started to accumulate energy particles in their bodies since their fetuses, so they can practice in this way. In the past, humans on Earth did not have such external environmental conditions.

　　 In the arena, the two stood facing each other. Standing in front of the tall white boy with blond hair and blue eyes, Li Qinglian, who was punishing Tingting, seemed to be only one-third the size of the other's body.

　　 However, almost no one of the older generation of warriors on the side of the Chinese Warrior Association thought that Li Qinglian would lose.

　　 Monks, women, and children must have some persistence in going through the world, especially Li Qinglian is still a direct disciple of the ancient Wudang Chunyang Sect. The elders behind her dare to push her to the top, how can she not be sure?

　　 "The battle, it's over..."

　　 The white young man suddenly made a move, and a whirlpool of bluish-white vindictiveness broke out all over him. At the same time, he suddenly jabbed Li Qinglian in the throat.

　　 Boxing is simple, but extremely clean.

　　 At present, the blue eyes of the white youth are covered with pale white light, and the light-based fighting spirit special effect "sees through" even if the opponent uses any tricks, it is difficult to hide from his eyes.

　　 And he himself abandons all complex moves and changes, and uses the fastest speed, the strongest strength, the sharpest eyes, and the most accurate judgment to strike the enemy's weakest vital points in the shortest instant.

　　 When cultivating to a high level with this concept, it will undoubtedly form a very terrifying martial arts!

　　 "...will be better than..."

　　 However, the fast-breaking jab of the white young man under the blessing of the wind system was blocked by the short-haired boy in Tsing Yi with his eyes closed and his scabbard was not open.

　　In an instant, if the strength is normal, the sword light is cut out in an instant, and Li Qinglian and the white youth pass by.

The white young man violently turned around and just wanted to pursue it, but was stunned to find the pain in his throat. He touched it with his hand and saw that it was full of blood... At the moment when he passed by, the fast sword that had already been sheathed. , Already cut a deadly sword mark on his neck.

　　 Shanbi is quick and ruthless, but this white youth of the exotic martial arts school is directly defeated.

　　 "...I imagine it is faster."

　　 When Zhu Peng finished speaking in the alchemy seat, Li Qinglian had already won the first battle at an astonishing speed.

　　 At the same time, let all the exotic warriors on the opposite side know that there is a young sword Christmas student who is less than twenty years old on the side of the Chinese Samurai Association. He is amazing and strong!

　　 It seemed that she felt the gaze of Zhu Peng's gaze. Li Qinglian turned slightly and smiled at her brother, full of pride.

　　 And the next five consecutive battles were basically Li Qinglian's personal clearing of the field, using her thoughts to grasp her own qi and blood and step into the Taoist fairyland. This is the way to develop martial arts, and naturally there is a state of condescending power.

The way of utmost sincerity can be known beforehand. Li Qinglian’s spiritual cultivation may not reach that level, but Zhu Peng knows that the sect has a set of bigu, incense, bathing, and meditation, which can improve in a short time by praying and meditation for several days. Wonderful way of own state.

　　 Li Qinglian herself stepped into the elixir's wonderland with her thoughts and qi and blood, and then through the blessing of the above-mentioned secret method, her swordsmanship and mood at this moment are close to perfection in the legendary stage.

　　 Even if she is a beginner in Feng Qi, she, as a human immortal, has higher four-dimensional basic attributes than an orc.

　　 Unblemished state of mind, swordsmanship, supplemented by powerful physique, superimposed on his own meticulous control of fighting qi, legendary, no one in the field is the opponent of this young swordsman?

　　 Tsing Yi wields a sword and kills all quarters

　　 After defeating five people one after another, almost all the heroes on the side of Wuzong in the foreign land were stunned, and the mentality of the younger generation of warriors completely collapsed, and they could only watch the blood-stained Tsing Yi, less than twenty-year-old earth boy raising his sword.

　　 "Sword in hand, ask who is the hero in the world?"

　　 At this moment, Li Qinglian's vindictive spirit has been consumed and recovered for two rounds. She is a Taoist fairyland, the realm of a third-order legendary sword sage, even if the physical potential is not as powerful as Zhu Peng, but the control of fighting energy is also subtle, so the recovery speed is amazing.

　　 Although she has just played five games, the girl's interest has risen to the extreme.

　　A master with enough eyesight could see that, if she allowed her to show off like this, Li Qinglian alone would be able to completely collapse the exotic Wuzong headed by Silver Moon Tower.

"Enough... Chinese warriors will have talents, which is envied by others. However, Sect Master Li said just now that this competition is based on the same rank. You are indeed a first-order fighting spirit, but your alchemy realm is Legendary Tier 3, we old people don’t want to go down and bully you as a junior. If you win five games in a row, you should also retreat.” At the banquet on the side of Wuzong, there was an old man who was very close to the front row. Up. A book?W?WW·KANSHU·COM

　　 He pointed a sword pointed at Li Qinglian to reprimand, the overwhelming horror power gushing out, directly breaking through the original flawless state of swordsmanship of the Tsing Yi girl, and suddenly withdrew from the realm of human swords.

　　 However, what he said is reasonable and unreasonable.

　　 If it is not based on the rank of fighting spirit, then based on the rating of the martial arts of the country, Li Qinglian can indeed be classified into the third rank of legend. She was suspected of bullying the small in the five battles just now.

However, Li Qinglian is still a 19-year-old girl who is less than twenty years old. The warriors who have just been defeated by her are all older than her and have practiced martial arts for more years, so no matter how out of context, this platinum robe looks Qi ancient people's words have some shameless sophistry.

　　 Watching the old man secretly make a move, temporarily breaking Li Qinglian's perfect realm with a subtle and mysterious method, Zhu Peng raised his eyebrows slightly, and he just got up to beat the shameless old man in front of him.

A big fat pig fell into the field with a "plop", and then this big white pig with a pattern that Li Daoman almost used as his son ran all the way to Li Qinglian, yelling at the old man, seemingly behind the protection Of girls are not bullied.

　　 is almost like changing the shape of the shadow, the shadow on the ground distorted the next moment, and Li Daoman's chubby figure with a red rosacea nose stood in front of Yuehua and Qinglian.

"The martial artist of the pinnacle of legend, I don't know how many years he has lived, and he bullied a girl who is less than twenty years old. This is the prestige of the Wuzong generation of the Vientiane Mountain?" While saying this, Li Daoman picked up the vermilion gourd at his waist. I took a sip of Dragon Blood Pure Yang Wine.

　　 Everyone else just drinks, he even drinks and drinks, even eats and takes.

The old monk Fuhui, who has always been at odds with him, looked at him with contempt, but was yelled by Li Daoman: "This is my nephew's filial piety to the elders. It was originally the wine of my Chunyang Sect... Give me the one on your table. Bring it here, what wine is the bald donkey drinking?"

　　 However, he is such a person. At this moment, facing the Wuzong-level master of Vientiane Mountain, he is still proud of himself.

While he was drinking hard liquor, the earth cracked at the feet of this wretched old way, like a dragon surging, accompanied by the smell of darkness and fishy wind, a strange shape of knife with seven holes arranged on the face The long knife rose slowly from the crack in the ground.

　　 The aura on Li Daoman's body is calm and natural, but the aura of the demon sword "Prison Yellow Spring" is dark, bloody, and frantically tyrannical.

When the wretched old man’s white jade hand was in the handle of the demon sword, everyone present seemed to see a round of vague, distorted, but full of incomparable contradictions, the sense of sacred and evil rising behind Li Daoman, with aura The majestic and coercive white-robed Wuzong chamber resisted the enemy.

　　 Zhu Peng, who is a senior, did not have Li Qinglian's master showing his heart to his apprentice. He was just about to get up, and Li Daoman was already in full state and was ready to fight the opposite alien Wuzong.

　　 "Stop it to me, step back!" Just as the atmosphere on both sides became more and more stiff, Li Jingxuan's angry rebuke came from the peak.

　　 "You two, don't allow each other to be opponents today." Almost at the same time, Huang Yubing ordered.

　　 The original intention of these two big brothers was to merge sects, and each made up for their shortcomings. They did not take action, and their subordinates played against each other, striving to gain more discourse and chief authority under the premise of controlling the intensity.

　　 In this context, it is worth fighting each other to deepen understanding, and even the necessary deaths and injuries, but it can't further intensify the contradictions... It really turns into a **** hatred, no matter whether it is harmful to the Chinese Samurai Association or the Vientiane Mountain.

　　 Ligers and tigers merge, bumps and bumps are inevitable, instead of forcibly merge, it is better to get along with each other in a relatively clear position after clearly seeing the opponent's strength. This is the meaning of this Danyuan event.

Huang Yubing’s current cultivation is at least a bit higher than Li Jingxuan’s on the bright side, but from the record information returned by Jin Caicai, it really fought, even as a master of the sword emperor’s rank, Huang Yubing. I dare not say that I will win Li Jingxuan.

　　 The most important thing is that he has gradually gotten older, and he has been seriously injured, and it is almost impossible for him to step into the fifth-order transcendent sanctuary realm.

　　 In contrast, Li Jingxuan was at the time when his wealth and strength were advancing by leaps and bounds, but in this way, he handed over the millennium foundation of Vientiane Mountain to the Chinese Samurai Association. It was impossible to kill Huang Yubing.

　　 Therefore, there is a tentative combination with each other at this time.

Vientiane Mountain can be incorporated into the Chinese Samurai Association, but at least it must be a dual suzerainty system. I, Emperor Yubing, can offer the sect classics, but the old brothers who have followed me for so many years can’t make them grow old. Your Chinese warrior will be a dog for free.

Even if it is gnawing, we must gnaw half of the Chinese Samurai Association first... In the days to come, will the wizarding world assimilate the Chinese Samurai Association first, or the Chinese Samurai will digest the power of the Vientiane Mountain first? Even Huang Yubing was sure in his heart that the wizarding world had assimilated the Chinese Warrior Association first.

　　The reason is very simple. The magnitude of the Vientiane Mountain and the Chinese Samurai Association are evenly matched, and even if the potential is not counted, it is not an exaggeration to call it even better.

　　 And the Chinese warrior will compare the entire wizarding world and the Tongtian Witch Tower, which is like an ant and an ancient dragon.

　　 In Huang Yubing's eyes, Li Jingxuan is indeed a talented man, but it means something he knows and cannot do... It's very heroic, but also very sad.

　　Thousands of years later, the Chinese survivors who have fully integrated into the wizarding world may not understand why this man struggled, shed blood, or even sacrificed.

　　......... Under the scolding of their own suzerain, the exotic Wu Zong in a platinum robe slowly sat down, and Li Daoman and Li Qinglian also led the pig back to the banquet.

　　 Li Qinglian was almost treated like a star because of the five consecutive victories.

She seems to be very popular among the juniors of the Chinese Samurai Association. No matter who it is, she doesn’t mind congratulating her. The nineteen-year-old Dan Taoist immortal, I am afraid that he will only appear in this unprecedented tide of times. ；

　　 There is almost never in the past, and I am afraid it will never appear again in the future...

The pair of mentors and apprentices of the Pure Sun Sect had just returned to their seats, and a black electric figure flashed down on the side of the foreign martial arts school. After falling on the ground, a tall and thin old man in black robes appeared. Deep nose, dark temperament... This is a senior legend. The Heavenly Wolf plane can be called Wuzong or Jianzong.

　　 means that he has cultivated martial arts to such a degree that he can already establish a sect and dominate one side.

　　 "Earth people, which one will come down and die?"

　　 Although it is possible to understand this person's words through the witch nets all over this plane, the weird tone and unpleasant voice still make people on the Chinese Samurai Association feel uncomfortable.

　　 Even people with insufficient cultivation level will have chicken skin all over their bodies, and will feel like a frog being watched closely by a white snake, and the whole body will be too scared to move!

　　 "Huh!?...This person seems a bit interesting." Li Daoman's master and apprentice came back safely, and Zhu Peng let go, and continued to drink and taste the pills.

　　The alchemists around his seat, because they are likely to play at any time, most of them neither eat nor taste alcohol, and they really don't need to rely on food and drink to replenish their energy.

　　 With the vitality and vigorous vitality of these alchemy immortals, even if they do not eat, drink, sleep, or rest for seven or eight days, they can still maintain their own vigorous spirit and a strong fighting state.

　　 If you eat at this juncture, it will waste excess blood energy to digest food in the stomach. Furthermore, in the fiercest fight, you can't completely burst out your strongest power!

　　 Don't underestimate this point. The difference is a thousand miles away. The energy gap of that point may be the distance between life and death. Therefore, many top masters have to bathe and fast before a duel.

However, Zhu Peng has no taboos, eating and drinking rather casually. After two years of cultivation in the Black Fort world, his other aspects are nothing but physical and blood, through the transformation of witchcraft, and the improvement of strides. At this moment Zhu Peng of Zhu Peng has approached a humanoid dragon infinitely.

　　 It is not because of the similar effect produced by the subtle control of the alchemist, but the real data produced by the continuous nourishment of witchcraft. Now eating this thing is just a little gastrointestinal.

　　 If it hadn't been for the physical training to reach this point, Zhu Peng would not choose a set of super heavy legendary armor for himself, hoping to extract the corresponding agility and strength from this physique approaching its peak.

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　　 The first legendary Wu Zong dispatched from Vientiane Mountain, even if he thinks with his knees, he knows that it must be the hard idea among the hard ideas.

　　The tall and thin old man in black robe standing in the field, by the way, also has the effect of boosting the morale of the younger generation of young disciples behind him. If Li Qinglian can't let Li Qinglian five kills, the mentality of these juniors will completely collapse.

　　 The six major alchemists in the front row of the Chinese Samurai Association looked at each other. As Li Jingxuan’s wife, Han Fangxue would not end well, because winning or losing would not look good.

　　 So only one of the six was present: Liu Jinghong, Sword Saint of the Wind, Fuhui Bright Future Buddha, Vajra Iron Slave, Li Daoman, the Mind-reading Ghost, Xu Baishan, the Reborn Dragon King, and Emperor Zha Keman.

Because of seniority, it is difficult for Zhu Peng to go beyond his predecessors to fight. Whether it is time to practice martial arts, even time to hold alchemy, or even time to join the Chinese Samurai Association, the first six are his predecessors, if Zhu Peng At this time, standing up to challenge, it would be a bit slapped.

　　 Although Xu Baishan, the guardian sword, and the reincarnation Dragon King Zha Huang are full, they are not alchemists.

　　 "This person is a demon and evil yin, just use his life to perfect my Dharma..." The Fashan monk pulled on his robe, revealing the sturdy muscles of his body, causing many female disciples behind to scream and take pictures. However, the sturdy monk was stretched out by the middle-aged scholar who stood beside him and held his shoulders.

"Master Fashan is the one with the strongest combat ability among the people we can shoot. It just so happens that my Confucian art and swordsmanship are also quite restraining evil spirits, so this first battle will be taken over by my generation master. Suppress it for me." As he said, the next moment the Sword Sage Liu Jinghong of the Gale Wind had already walked off the battlefield with his sword in his hand. Monk Fashan frowned slightly, but had to sit down.

Liu Jinghong is Han Fangxue’s cousin. He also came from Hongmen. He was taught by ancient Confucian poetry and philosophy since childhood. He is pure and mellow in Dan Dao Qigong, so he looks like a mature man in his forties, especially his demeanor. Refined and very charming.

　　 When he walked out of the arena, he saw his opponent with his bare hands. Liu Jinghong frowned slightly when he saw this, and said, "Your Excellency, don't you go get a weapon?"

The tall and thin old man wrapped in black robe didn't say a word, but stared straight at his opponent. There was a strange smell in his breath, which made sensitive people feel very uncomfortable. .

　　 "Never mind, it's better than fist."

　　 Liu Jinghong was open-minded and free. Seeing that the other party disagreed, he threw his sword at his son Liu Heming, then flicked his sleeves, placed his right hand on his lower abdomen, and hid his left hand behind him. He closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his state as his breathing rose and fell.

　　Because of the importance of this battle, both sides are very cautious. The two people use a certain distance as the center point, and slowly confront each other, testing each other's energy, looking for the weakness of the opponent.

The body of the tall and thin old man was gradually enveloped in a dark **** light, and the meaning of blood was everywhere, and those with **** eyes could almost vaguely hear the last wailing of countless tragic deaths, and countless **** horrors seemed to flash in his mind. In the scene, the mouth and nose are filled with a lot of blood that makes people feel sweet and disgusting.

　　 In contrast, Liu Jinghong's momentum is far less terrifying than his opponent.

　　 However, the gust of wind is invisible. Although Liu Jinghong was still there, he disappeared out of thin air in the induction of countless martial artists.

　　 The wind machine drives the surrounding air to circulate more and more, becoming more and more huge winds... The dying heart is the sword, the nirvana is the sword!

On the alchemy seat of the Chinese Samurai Association, the very low-ranked Thai Buddhist Boxer Sheshan looked at Liu Jinghong in the field and blended with the surroundings. He was almost infinitely elevating, and his heart was almost greedy and longing. Broke his will.

　　 He once had the opportunity to get the manuscript of Liu Jinghong's "The Theory of Nying Heart", of course, this dream was finally shattered by someone's iron fist.

　　 Feeling the almost infinite uplifting momentum of the opponent, the tall and thin old man with **** aura can no longer hold it back, leaping violently to Liu Jinghong's visible body.

The martial arts of Chinese martial arts pays attention to the knees, and is afraid that the feet will be off the ground and lose the center of gravity. They will be pushed down and beaten to death. However, the martial arts in the exotic Vientiane Mountain is strange and strange. , There is a taste of being able to kill the enemy at any time.

However, the tall and thin old man who looked like a big bat still threw himself into the air. When he fell to the ground and his footing was not stable, Liu Jinghong's figure appeared diagonally above him, and he pointed it down with a sword... The hurricane howled and howled!

　　 (...I'll go, this set of amazing cows!!)

　　 Sitting on the side of the stand, Zhu Peng couldn't help but praise Liu Jinghong for his extraordinary achievements.

I saw the green-robed scholar in the arena teleporting in the void, driving the violent wind frequently appeared in the blind spot of the opponent’s sight, and then cut down with a sword, his own violent wind and vindictiveness also entrained the air in the entire arena. Eventually led to a chain reaction like vindictiveness.

With one sword cut, he was able to hit twelve points, fifteen points, seventeen points, nineteen points, and twenty-five points. Liu Jinghong had completely gained the upper hand in the whole scene, although he certainly did not It is possible to push his own sword pressure so infinitely higher, but when he reaches the limit, the opponent may also be bombarded with only a breath.

It is rumored that Liu Jinghong’s special effect of fighting spirit is "controlling the wind." Zhu Peng has also pondered the possible tactics of the Sword Master of Gale before, but he did not expect to be so crazy and tyrannical...Sure enough, every Confucian scholar has a deep heart Hidden everywhere is a wild beast roaring.

　　 This tm's human nature is too repressed, and sure enough, something will happen sooner or later!

Like a boat in the raging sea, driving the wind and the waves, Liu Jinghong, the sword sage of the gale wind, controls the raging wind around his body, with a bit of grudge and doubled the damage and destructive power. On the occasion of the seventh style and seventh consecutive, the roaring hurricane has already turned into It slashed the opponent who fell into the absolute disadvantage like a giant axe.

　　 But in the face of this terrible attack that is almost irresistible... the tall and thin old man's figure is imaginary, and there are endless blood flame bats spreading and flying.

　　 accompanied by ~www.readwn.com~ there was also a cold and terrible voice, and heard the whisper that made people stand up all over the body: the bats are boundless, kill with blood!

　　 Countless giant bats wrapped in blood-colored flames shuttled through the cutting and strangulation of the infinite hurricane at an astonishing speed, and they chased Liu Jinghong close to him in an instant.

Liu Jinghong's "Seven Killing Swords of Nying Mind" killer move greatly increases the damage and destructive power within seven moves. At the same time, the figure of the person who uses the move will fly high. When the seven moves are completed, The caster is already above the sky where the legendary warrior can be smashed.

　　 At that time, Liu Jinghong will decide whether to glide and charge or drive the wind to flee by controlling the wind. It can be described as a clever way of attacking, retreating and defending.

　　 However, in this Gale Swordsman's heart, the triumphant fascination that was already quite perfect was destroyed when it was first displayed. The exotic Wuzong on the opposite side evaded the seventh most powerful attack in the form of a blood flame demon bat, and at the same time swiftly culled.

　　 A large group of blood-flaming monster bats condensed into the old man who was already standing in the sky above Liu Jinghong. At this time, he was holding a blood-colored machete in his hand, and holding a knife in both hands and slashed down!

In the chaos, the two entangled and fell to the ground at the same time. When the overflowing dust fell, the only one who could stand up in the arena, holding a blood knife, with blood on the corners of his mouth, lived like a hell. A tall and thin old man like a ghost.

"In the words of your Hua Xia, this is called the soldiers are not tired of deceit... I never said that I don't need a knife!?" Licking the residual blood on the scimitar, this alien Wuzong who cultivates blood vindictiveness said so. Tao.