Black Wizard Zhu Peng

Dark night falls, the Chinese Warrior Association of Wizard City, a feast of Danyuan.

On the side of the foreign martial arts school, the vast majority of martial artists 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. .

Human beings in a magical environment have accumulated energy particles in their bodies since their fetuses, so they can practice in this way, but the humans on Earth did not have such external environmental conditions in the past.

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 Samurai 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 blue-white fighting spirit broke out all over him. At the same time, a jab suddenly hit Li Qinglian's throat.

The fist 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.

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

When you cultivate to a high rank with this concept, you will undoubtedly form an extremely terrifying martial arts!

"... will be better than..."

However, the fast-breaking jab of the white young man under the blessing of the wind system's grudge 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 was general, the sword light was cut out in an instant, and Li Qinglian and the white youth passed by.

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

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

"...I think it's 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!

As if feeling Zhu Peng's gaze, Li Qinglian turned slightly and smiled at her brother, full of complacency.

And the next five consecutive battles were basically Li Qinglian's personal clearing of the field and stepping into the Taoist Immortal Realm with her own qi and blood with thoughts. This is the way to evolve martial arts, and naturally she has a condescending state in the realm.

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 Alchemy Daoist's Wonderland with her thoughts, 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 strong physique, superimposed on the meticulous control of fighting spirit, legend is not there, who is the opponent of this young swordsman in the field?

Tsing Yi fights the sword and kills the Quartet!

After defeating five people one after another, almost all the heroes on the other 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 green-clothed, 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 had 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.

Experts with enough vision can see that if she allows her to show off her power like this, Li Qinglian can completely collapse the foreign 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.

He pointed a straight sword at Li Qinglian to reprimand, and the overwhelming terrifying power surged out, directly breaking through the original perfect sword state 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 according to 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.

Seeing the old man secretly make a move, temporarily breaking Li Qinglian's perfect realm with a mysterious technique, Zhu Peng raised his eyebrows slightly, when he was about to get up and 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 Girls are not bullied.

Almost like a shadow shift, the shadows on the ground distorted the next moment, and Li Daoman's squat figure with red rosacea blocked 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.

Others just drink, he even drinks with pour, even eats with take.

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 kind of wine does the bald donkey drink?"

However, this is such a person, facing the Wuzong-level master of Wanxiang Mountain at this moment, 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 peaceful and natural, but the aura of the Demon Sword "Prison Yellow Spring" is dark, bloody, and crazy and 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 caring about his apprentice. He was just about to get up, and Li Daoman was already in full state and was ready to fight the alien Wuzong opposite.

"Stop it to me and 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, you are not allowed to be opponents today." Almost at the same time, Huang Yubing ordered.

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

Against this background, it is worthwhile to fight each other, deepen understanding, and even the necessary death and injury, but it can't further intensify the contradiction... It really turns into a **** hatred, which is harmful to the Chinese Samurai Association or the Vientiane Mountain.

Ligers merge, bumps and bumps are inevitable. Instead of forcibly merged, it is better to get along with each other in a relatively clear position after clearly seeing the opponent's strength. This is the significance 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 is gradually getting old, and he is seriously injured and it is impossible to step into the fifth-order transcendent sanctuary realm for almost his entire life.

In contrast, Li Jingxuan was at the time when his youth 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 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 first gnaw half of the Chinese Samurai Association... In the future, the wizarding world will first assimilate the Chinese Samurai Association, or the Chinese Samurai will first digest the power of the Vientiane Mountain. Even Huang Yubing was sure in his heart that the wizarding world had assimilated the Chinese Warrior Association first.

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

The Chinese warrior will compare the entire wizarding world and the Tongtian Witch Tower, with the magnitude gap between the ant and the ancient dragon.

In Huang Yubing's eyes, Li Jingxuan is indeed a talented man, but he knows that he can't do it...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 the master of the family, the exotic Wu Zong in a platinum robe slowly sat down, and Li Daoman and Li Qinglian also led the pig back to the position of 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 has been almost nothing in the past, and in the future, I am afraid it will never appear again...

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.

This means that he has cultivated martial arts to the point where he can already start 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 is stared at by a white snake, and the whole body is 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 of his heart, and continued to drink and taste the pills.

Alchemists around his seat, because they are likely to go to war at any time, most of them neither eat nor taste alcohol, and they really don't need to rely on food or drink to supplement their energy.

With the vitality and vigorous vitality of these alchemy immortals, even if they don't 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, you 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 so small that it 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 infinitely approached a humanoid dragon.

It was 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 cushion for the stomach.

If it hadn't been for this level of physical training, 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 sent by Vientiane Mountain, even if he thinks with his knees, he knows that it must be a hard idea among hard ideas.

The tall and thin old man in black robes standing in the field, by the way, has the effect of enhancing the morale of the younger generations 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.

Therefore, only one of the six was present: Liu Jinghong, Sword Sage of Gale Wind, Fuhui Bright Future, Vajra Iron Slave of Fire, Li Daoman, Mind Reader, Xu Baishan, Sword of Shouzheng, and Emperor Chahuang Keman, the reincarnation dragon king, stood up to fight.

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 If you stand up to the challenge at this time, it will be a bit of a face.

Although Xu Baishan and the reincarnated Dragon King Cha Huang were quite full, they were not alchemists.

"This person is a demon and evil spirit, just use his life to perfect my Dharma..." The Fashan monk pulled on his robe, revealing the sturdy muscles of his body, which caused 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 that, the next moment the Sword Saint Liu Jinghong of the Storm 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 and saw his opponent with his bare hands, Liu Jinghong frowned slightly when he saw this, and said, "Sir, 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. .

"Well, it's more than fist."

Liu Jinghong was open-minded and easy-going. Seeing that the other party disagreed, he threw his sword at his son Liu Heming, then brushed 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 were very cautious. The two slowly confronted each other with a certain distance as the center point, 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 wind is invisible. Although Liu Jinghong was still there, he disappeared out of thin air in the sense of the energy of countless martial artists.

The air of the violent wind drives the surrounding air to flow more and more, forming more and more huge winds... The nirvana heart is the sword, the nirvana is my heart, the wind 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.

Back then, he had the opportunity to get the manuscript of Liu Jinghong's "On the Evangelization of the Dead Heart", of course, this dream was finally shattered by someone's iron fist.

Feeling the almost unlimited uplifting momentum of the opponent, the tall and thin old man with the **** aura all over his body could no longer hold back, and he leaped off to rush 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 amazing skills.

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 press his own sword to an infinite height, but when he reaches the limit, his opponent may 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 humanity is repressed too hard, it really is going to happen sooner or later!

As if the raging sea is driving the wind and the waves, Liu Jinghong, the sword sage of the violent wind, controls the raging wind around his body, with a bit of grudge, and has doubled the damage and destructive power. In the seventh form of the seventh consecutive, the roaring hurricane has already turned into It slashed the opponent who fell into the absolute disadvantage like an axe.

However, in the face of this terrifying attack that was almost irresistible... the tall and thin old man was imaginary, and there were endless blood-flaming monster bats spreading and flying.

At the same time, there was a cold and terrifying sound, and the whisper that made people stand up all over the body: The bats have no boundaries, kill with blood!

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

Liu Jinghong’s "Seven Killing Swords of Silent Heart" killer move ~www.readwn.com~ Within seven moves, the destructive power is greatly increased, and at the same time, the body shape of each mover will fly high. When the trick was finished, the caster was already above the sky where he could smash the legendary warrior.

At that time, Liu Jinghong would decide whether to glide and charge or drive the wind to flee from the wind. It can be described as a clever tactic of attacking and defending.

However, the triumphant **** that was already quite perfect in this Gale Sword Saint's heart 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.

Large groups of blood-flaming monster bats solidified above Liu Jinghong into the already pierced old man. At this time, he was holding a blood-colored machete in his hand, and he slashed down with the knife in both hands!

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.