Black Wizard Zhu Peng

The main plane, the core area of ​​the Chinese Samurai Association, the Shenwu Pavilion, the scene of the political meeting.

When Li Zhi's slightly impulsive words murmured, it caused an uproar in the audience. Many masters of the Dao Sect and a line stood up directly, but there were also many masters of Vientiane Mountain sitting around Li Zhi, although they were also I feel that what the Young Master said is a bit wrong, but at this time, if you lose, you don't lose. These legendary Wuzongs are standing around Li Zhi to fight against the coercion of Dao Sect masters.

"P, the last person who dared to talk to Zhu Gang like this, now the weeds on the grave are taller, right?"

"This is really a new born calf who is not afraid of tigers. There is a good show to watch." The vague words buzzing in all directions also brought great pressure to Li Zhi. This valiant young man's white face was a little red, but at this moment But under the gaze of Shui Yunyan's expectations, he refused to be softened.

"That's the way it was originally. In addition to being recognized by the other elders of the Shenwu Pavilion, you also have to withstand the suspicions from within the sect. How can you give and receive the respect of the elder in private?"

Looking at the red-faced youth below, Zhu Peng's first reaction, who was beaten in public, was not anger, but wondering if he could help Li Zhi round the scene back.

Li Jingxuan worked hard for China throughout his life. In the end, his wife was not good, and his son was not good. Zhu Peng really didn't want to intensify the contradictions and make it difficult for the old man to handle. At Zhu Peng's position today, he has implicitly become the leader of the Taoist young and strong faction.

Although Xu Baishan, the Shouzheng sword, is well-versed and has great prestige, there is no special record that can be obtained after all. The real first-rate masters also know that he is also cultivating the Void Pill Sutra secretly, although he will definitely be better than the average pseudo alchemist after he is completed. Little, but obviously can't carry the banner of Taoist leader. It's no problem to be a leader, but Xu Baishan is still a bit hot as a spiritual leader.

Not to mention the mind-reading ghost Li Daoman, his lazy temperament can only be regarded as an immortal, so that he can raise pigs and lead his disciples, which is embarrassing.

In the wizarding world, Zhu Peng has names such as the unborn sword king, the evil dragon beast, etc., in the Chinese Samurai Association, the head of the five tigers, is known as the iron-winged flying tiger, but among the Taoists, many people secretly call him " "Golden Fairy".

Daomen is powerful, cast into an immortal golden body of titanium. He dare not say that he is chasing the land immortal Li Jingxuan, but he is by no means inferior to any figure in the older generation, even with the Buddhist leader "Future Bright Buddha" Fuhui No one thinks Zhu Peng is inferior to each other.

With Zhu Peng's momentum and status today, even if he laughed at this moment, he thought he hadn't heard anything Li Zhi said, and the cultivators under him who were attached to the Taoist door would never give up with Li Zhishan.

Huaxia Daomen is very influential in the middle and high level of the Chinese Samurai Association, and it is superimposed on the power of Li Ce who was fighting against the Vientiane Mountain, and the power that Li Zhi has cultivated in the Chinese Warrior Association over the years. , In a very short period of time will be devastated.

Han Fangxue, the Queen of Yin, and Liu Jinghong, the Sword Sage of the Storm, are the forces behind Li Ce. Although they are not as powerful as the Sword Emperor of the Vientiane Mountain, the strength of the two sides to support the agent is also different. Zhu Peng does not want to intervene in the Chinese Samurai Association. Li Jingxuan was sturdy and vigorous in the dispute between the wise, and there is no need to intervene in it now.

However, Li Zhi is now saying things like this. Even if Zhu Peng's brain power wants to help him round the game, he has to think about it for a while. He is thinking about what to say, the legendary Wu Zong of the Taoist school. Among them, Li Qinglian grabbed the chair under her buttocks directly, and then she threw it over.

"A rich second generation who hasn't been weaned and the **** are stinking, and the kid is worthy of questioning my brother? When my brother was born and died for the sect, your kid was still liquid." The chair was wrapped in a blue storm, and it was suddenly engulfed. With a terrifying force, the angry dragon generally ran into Li Zhi.

Next to Li Zhi, a tall and strong legendary Wu Zong fisted, carrying a fierce flame against him, but the chair controlled by Qingfeng's vindictive spirit bypassed the big man very strangely just before it struck his fist. Winding and twisting, the remaining momentum continues to attack Li Zhi.

boom!

Li Zhi raised his hand and exploded the chair and the violent whirlwind that encased it. However, he was pricked by Li Qinglian's curse to the most painful part of his heart. His face was extremely ugly. Li Zhi was conceited and hated the most by others. He is the second generation ancestor, rich second generation.

"Well, well, today I will challenge Mr. Zhu Tieyi Feihu on behalf of Wu Zong of Vientiane Mountain. The position of the old patron is the one who has the ability to live." Li Zhi pushed aside the warrior who protected him and said angrily. .

"Well, Second Young Master Li, don't persuade them, and kowtow with them..." From time to time, the crowd came around to see the excitement, and the applause was not too big. Martial artist, hold meetings and fights, so that suits them. Preferences.

The same is for banquets. The banquets of the underworld are more likely to cause trouble than ordinary people.

The warrior between Daomen and Vientiane Mountain quickly withdrew from a sufficiently spacious circle, allowing Daomen I and the people of Vientiane Mountain to confront each other. Seeing that there was a real fire between the two sides, Zhu Peng touched his nose and knew Even if it is oneself, it is not easy to force it down anymore.

Because the people who are looking forward to this battle are not just the martial artists who watch the excitement around, but also the power of Han Fangxue, Liu Jinghong, and Fashan monks to add to the flames. Daomen’s current power is too strong, not just Fashan. Monk. The elders such as Han Fangxue and Liu Jinghong also felt a little uncomfortable. When the Daomen and the Vientiane Mountain were colliding with each other, they almost instinctively signaled the people below to add fuel to the fire to ensure that the two sides really fought.

"Quiet, quiet, what's this place? Is it the place for you to do something?" The slender queen who presided over the meeting patted the table with his hand, and exclaimed angrily.

"...The meeting has indeed been going on for a long time. Everyone feels upset. It is inevitable. Go to the battlefield below. Both sides will stop at the meeting. At the same time, everyone should rationalize their ideas and consider what choice to make. It is in the overall interest of our Chinese Samurai Association."

"Master Yin, you are not fighting, you are afraid you can't fight." A moment later, on the way from the conference room to the underground arena, Zhu Peng said to Han Fangxue with a wry smile.

"Peng'er, fifty years have passed. In these years, although the sect has been digesting the power of the twenty-eight sects of the Vientiane Mountain, it has only progressed from confrontation with each other to a relative advantage. Resistance has always been there. Taking advantage of your presence, help my sister beat them well, and it will stop for another fifty years." When this was said, Han Fangxue sighed and said with some sadness:

"The higher the cultivation level, the longer the life span, the more difficult it is for the offspring. This is doomed by the laws of the world. Over the years Ce'er has been trying hard to cultivate one or two good children, but..."

Li Ce Xiu is relatively weak. He has married a lot of wives and concubines over the years, and has given birth to no fewer than ten sons and seven or eight daughters. However, the Chinese Warrior Association has a population of tens of millions and nearly five hundred legends. It’s not easy to get promoted. Those with bad aptitude, those with good aptitudes die halfway, those with good aptitudes didn’t die halfway, and those who were secretly wounded, and those who can become legends are all top people, but Zhu Peng has been in the hands of masters for many years. It is very difficult to think that the legend is so valuable, even if there are enough resources to cultivate it.

If it were really easy, Li Zhi would not be regarded as inheriting Li Jingxuan's martial arts qualifications and becoming a strong competitor to his eldest son Li Ce because of his smooth promotion to Legend.

Sixty or seventy years have passed since the establishment of the entire Chinese Samurai Association, but in fact, it is Li Lu, Fan Zhixian, Moon Shenyao, the remnants of the five tigers and thirteen eagles. Who suppresses, but the newcomer wants to catch up with the predecessors, it is difficult in itself.

Here again, there is a professional disadvantage of warriors compared to wizards, and the uncertainty of promotion is too high.

The martial arts profession seems to be physically strong, with sound hands and feet that do not pick up the qualifications, but in fact, the martial arts profession is even more innate than the wizard profession. The qualifications are not enough unless you work hard enough to have the chances, otherwise it is really difficult to achieve results.

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"Although I don't know exactly what you **** is thinking, but you dare to slander my senior brother, if you don't chop you into eight pieces today, the world really treats me as a kind of bully." On the battlefield, Li Qinglian in Tsing Yi with sword eyebrows Entering the temples, her temperament gradually became colder than ice and snow. If Sister Qiuyue were here at this time, I would hardly recognize that this girl was the one who always depended on her brother to act like a coquettish.

Among them, Qiuyue Xueli always likes to tease Li Qinglian, playing some female hooligan tricks in front of her, but at this moment, if she sees the murderous appearance of Li Qinglian at the scene of the battlefield, I am afraid she will never dare to tease this soft "good boy". Female".

On the other side of the arena, Li Zhi, who was wearing armor and knife, felt the gradual sharp sword aura of the woman on the opposite side. He only felt that the hairs of his body were exploded, but at this time he had no room to retreat, Li Zhi. She could only face Li Qinglian, slowly pulled out the knife she was carrying, and said, "Please!"

Li Qinglian also said: "Please!"

As soon as the voice fell, only a choking sound was heard. In the battlefield, an electric light flashed, and the sword light suddenly flew out from the scabbard carried by Li Qinglian.

The cold light of the sword shot out, and the surrounding atmosphere faintly felt the endless waves of the rivers and seas. When she moved her wrist, the sea-covered sword was like a dragon going out to sea, and the sword light was like the claws of a dragon. Li Mang flashed in the distance and space, and he suddenly passed the limit of space and time!

The sharp sword aura that Xiao killed, pushed up one after another, and the wind and waves were high!

With this sword, it was like a wave of anger, more like a touch of lightning, a ray of aurora that pierced the eternal night.

The sword light in Li Qinglian's hand flashed, and suddenly, it had pierced Li Zhi's eyebrows, and there seemed to be no time gap.

Sword out, here it is!

Li Zhi instantly felt an incomparable sword aura piercing him. Although there was only one sword, his body was enveloped by sword aura as soon as the sword light hit him.

After thinking about it, Zhu Peng shifted his gaze to Han Fangxue and Liu Jinghong not far away. Liu Jinghong has the reputation of the Sword Master of the Storm. Needless to say, when Mrs. Han was not called the Queen, there was also the sea The title of Sword Master, she and Liu Jinghong are cousins, double swords, fame and fame.

It was only later that as the land fairy Li Jingxuan became stronger, there were fewer and fewer scenes requiring Han Fangxue and Liu Jinghong to join forces to fight the enemy. The name Han Fangxueyin gradually replaced the title of Sword Saint of the Sea, and today Li Qinglian shot, Zhu Peng Suddenly, I saw the extraordinary style of Feng Shui and fencing in the Second World War more than 50 years ago.

"I like this girl Qinglian very much. Peng'er, your uncle, is very tired and lazy. The Fuhai Sword was my sword in the past, but now I donate it to Qinglian. What's wrong?" Although Han Fangxue is already 70 or 80 years old Women are women, but the age of a woman is originally determined by her appearance. At this moment, this stunningly beautiful woman lightly angered Li Daoman, her grace is boundless, and her words are so clear and clear that Zhu Peng has nothing to say. .

At this time, the battle in the arena has suddenly turned into white-hot, the earth is roaring and turbulent, the sword light and the sword light are instantly prosperous, one green and one white are like dragons flying, flying phoenix circles around them, enveloping them with feng shui thunder and fire. The spirit is vertical and horizontal, the sword spirit is precarious, and the sword light is galloping.

Li Qinglian and Li Zhi, these two have been the strongest among the newly promoted juniors of the Chinese Samurai Association for many years. In fact, even without today's introduction, there will be a wonderful battle between the two.

Li Qinglian was born as a alchemist and has excellent swordsmanship. The practice of wind belongs to vindictiveness. When it is fully used, it is really converging and transforming. When scattered, it becomes wind. The sea-covered sword in his hand promotes momentum. In recent years, he has also refined Fengshui and fencing. Really relying on the three-foot sword, covering the sea and flooding the sky.

However, Li Zhi is a violent sand knife technique, and he actually cultivates the complex fighting energy of wind, fire, and earth. It is no wonder that he is obviously the second son of Li Jingxuan, but he does not practice the secret method of alchemy. If he cultivates the complex fighting energy, Distracted, I am afraid that the final result is that it is difficult to cultivate to the fullest.

For a long time, many people say that Li Zhi inherited Li Jingxuan's martial arts qualifications. Of course, it is an exaggeration. On the one hand, people like Li Jingxuan are endowed with wisdom, and on the other hand, because of the ups and downs of his life, his will has been created. And temperament.

Fengchen three-foot sword, Shenji a uniform.

A knight who is dedicated to serving the country, carrying a sword and running around in the dust, so sticking to his life's resources, has created Li Jingxuan today. It is not simply martial arts qualification that can explain his achievements. But judging from the performance of Li Zhi in this competition today, he is really an extremely outstanding young man.

His pure martial arts is slightly inferior to Li Qinglian. After all, he was born a few years later and has insufficient accumulation. However, the famous sword in his hand, the armor on his body, and the boots under his feet are all matching legendary weapons, and Li Zhi is definitely not that pure. With the equipment of the second generation ancestor, the rich second generation, he can really exert the power effect of his equipment. In contrast, Li Qinglian has only one sea-covering sword all over her body. It's not that she can't find other legendary weapons, but that Li Qinglian walks the way of the swordsman, concentrates on kendo, and sincerely cultivates to a high level. When in position, regardless of offense and defense, it is a three-foot sword in his hand, which crushes sentient beings.

Li Qinglian is an alchemist, and walking this path of breaking the ten thousand magic with one sword is inherently easier than other pure sword saint professionals, but she is still a little worse.

The bright blue and white sword light spread, and finally completely tore through Li Zhi’s frenzied vindictive vortex. Li Zhi is a legendary suit. In reality, it may be close to the bonus effect of a conventional epic equipment. However, in the Qinglian sword In front of the sea-covering sword, the immortal still couldn't resist, and fell apart.

Li Zhi's skills are definitely not weak, and he is also very talented in combat. It is no problem to match the equipment in the upper ranks of the legendary Wuzong. In other words, even if he is fighting against the legendary Wuzong of the world, Overall, there should be more wins than losses... However, the alchemist is destined to be the most upstream group among the legendary Wuzong in the world.

Pressed and hit by the blue-white sword, Li Zhi disintegrated and the legendary armor shattered, and blood was rushing out everywhere. He held the ground with the sword, and withdrew dozens of meters in half kneeling. A deep ditch was pulled out abruptly on the surface of the court, the appearance of defeat was exposed, and the state was even more miserable.

Li Qinglian exhaled lightly with the same amount of consumption, and then forced her towards Li Ce as she teleported, and the sword in her hand hit the opponent's throat.

It's not that she is really going to kill the other party. Li Qinglian knows very well that the other party is the son of the lord Li Jingxuan. Even if the crime is so serious that he wants to kill him, the Dao Sect must be handled by Li Jingxuan. What's more, the other party’s crimes are small and big. , But it's really not big.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

However, Li Qinglian, who is holding her mind to capture her opponent's mind, has just approached. Li Zhi seems to be stimulated by some kind of irritation. His eyes are splitting, and he roars and swishes a knife to meet him. Without the blow of failure, the mentality completely collapsed, and he went crazy.

Li Qinglian raised her eyebrows easily, and pointed her long sword to the other's heart. She didn't believe that Li Zhi's mentality was really fragile to such a degree. It was impossible for a person with a fragile mentality. Easily promoted to Legendary Wu Zong, but an accident really happened.

Facing the sea-covering sword raised by Li Qinglian, Li Zhi exerted force, the speed of the whole person increased sharply and hit it hard. The extremely sharp sea-covering sword went straight through the cracks in the damaged armor and plunged into Li Zhi's heart...This For a moment, Li Qinglian was stunned. What she said before was only angrily, because a few quarrels killed Li Jingxuan's youngest son, this kind of thing is like a joke.

However, at the moment when Li Qinglian lost his mind, she fluttered in front of her body, with a crazy expression on Li Zhi still remaining on her face. A gloomy light flashed in his eyes for a moment. The body that was leaping forward was suddenly imbued with strength, and a sharp blade suddenly popped under Li Zhi's right arm. When the distance between the two sides was very close, the kid suddenly swung his arm out and cut with all his strength. Xiang Li Qinglian's head, once cut, Li Qinglian's head will be cut open like a watermelon. There is absolutely no one on the scene who can save her life.

Roaring like this in his heart, Li Zhi did his best, and the cursed and poisonous short knife had already been cut in front of her at the moment Li Qinglian was astonished. This Li Zhi is also an assassination secret technique, which has been tempered and tempered, and he is not prepared to attack the enemy. Even if it is a person who is much better than him, he will lose half of his head if he is negligent.

At the same time, in the legendary Wu Zong of the Wanxiang Mountain outside the battlefield, an extremely lonely old man sitting there holding a long sword, raised his head at this moment, his eyes fixed on the tall and strong man on the high platform. Man in the mysterious robe.

I had vaguely felt that something was wrong, but at the moment of life and death, Zhu Peng couldn't think about it. His figure suddenly disappeared on the high platform, and he held Li Zhi's wrist in a teleport. At this moment, the distance between the blade and Li Qinglian's eyes was only half a finger.

"Qinglian, you won the contest, you lost the fight..." Zhu Peng's killing character had not yet been exported, and the sword shadow that swept across the sky had enveloped him and Li Qinglian like a vortex of swords.

"The iron-winged flying tiger of the Chinese Samurai Association, intervening in the battlefield when the outcome of life and death is not divided, it is too much to bully the small and attract people to laugh?" The indifferent and ruthless voice filled the battlefield. Just like the sword light that enveloped Zhu Peng and Li Qinglian, he was determined to be unsympathetic, cruel and dark.

The scene of the change of victory and defeat just now flashed too fast. In the eyes of everyone around them, they could only clearly know that it was indeed Zhu Peng who rushed into the arena first, and then there was also a Wu Zong who rushed into the Vientiane Mountain. After the battlefield, the two sides began to show an astonishingly terrifying legendary pinnacle battle. They can only vaguely see the two fast entanglement and collision, because the high speed has completely blurred into a chaotic figure that does not distinguish you and me.

The legendary Wu Zong with a slightly weaker cultivation base, watching the battle in the arena for a long time, may even feel dizzy and weightless.

"Li Zhi, this kid is really thoughtful. From the beginning, everything he did was to prepare the advantage of this move for his master crying old man. The crying old man is a peerless swordsman in the pinnacle of legend. Zhu Peng has been at the beginning. From the two aspects of reason and situation, I fell into an absolute disadvantage...It's not easy to pull." On the high platform, Han Fangxue frowned slightly.

"If you don't pull it, you have to pull it back. There is a real-time monitoring device in the arena. It is indeed the kid who entered the arena first in violation of the rules. The crying old man rescued his apprentice and attacked Zhu Peng, who was the first to break the rules. If we go down alone, it will be true. The relationship between the Chinese Samurai Association and Vientiane Mountain will suddenly deteriorate.” Liu Jinghong, a handsome middle-aged handsome man, said this, and he motioned to his subordinates to stabilize the Chinese Warriors. Those who are here can't be messed up, a mess will only make the situation worse.

In the arena, there was a gossamer-like gray sword light swimming in the air, and the afterimage remained empty, extremely slow, but it seemed extremely fast. Suddenly it was an astonishing effect that the light was drawn into a silk thread between the extremely fast swings of a sword weapon!

As the light of the sword aura spread out, the thin but strong blood mist gradually spread. Some people are hurting, some are leaving blood, and some are dying...this extremely dangerous situation It lasted about half a minute and thirty seconds.

Then there was "Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, Qiang..." A series of crashing sounds, startled sparks bloom, like thousands of fireflies suddenly emerge from the grass in the middle of the night.

Numerous bumps and cracks suddenly appeared on the solid ground of the battlefield, spreading over forty to fifty meters, countless rubble slowly floated up, as if losing gravity. Then, there was a terrifying explosion, the power of which was comparable to the sudden blast of a large-yield bomb, and the strong shock wave engulfed the gravel and smashed it all around.

Afterwards, the three people who had been abruptly still in the frenzied confrontation reappeared like a phantom, and they were ten meters apart, facing each other. The ground between them was filled with thrilling blood, which was a red carpet covered with blood.

"Free control of fighting qi, natural defensive force field, non-attribute fighting qi super-speed operation, talented supernatural power, steel body... young man ~ www.readwn.com ~ no wonder you were able to defeat my useless third brother... if it weren't for you Perseverance carries a burden. I can't hurt you so hard." After standing, the old man Hui Pao slowly turned his head, but his right arm suddenly clicked and twisted slightly unnaturally, as if dislocated.

At the same time, Li Qinglian was crying uncontrollably by Zhu Peng holding hands and protecting her. At this moment, she could only cry. She didn't even dare to move a bit during the battle just now, because Li Qinglian knew that she was In the sudden appearance of the terrible old man and the brother, the shot was to add chaos, and the more he shot, the more chaos was added. Therefore, she could only watch her invincible brother because of the continuous injury and bloodshed to protect herself.

"...The descendants of the Li family are indeed clever men. If I were defeated by you today, of course I would have no face to sit in the position of the elder of the Shenwu Pavilion. From then on, he has nailed a nail we can't pull out in the Shenwu Pavilion. In the Chinese Samurai Association, he has completely established his footing.” There were many slender sword-mark cuts all over his body. With Zhu Peng’s physical fitness, there was a vague blood overflowing from the wound, which seemed unable to heal.

However, Zhu Peng did not care about his wounds. Instead, he looked at Li Zhi, who was bandaging his wounds behind the crying old man in gray robe, with an appreciative eye. The exquisiteness and the powerful execution ability are all compelling.

"You have no chance to withdraw from the Chinese Samurai Association. You will die under my sword."

"...It is better to have a baby like a sheep than a wolf, Xiaozhi, I admire you very much, will you learn to cook with me in the future?" Facing the gloomy crying old man in front of him, Zhu Peng didn't look at him, but instead looked at Li Zhi. With a smile, he invited sincerely.