Godly Martial Alchemy Emperor

Wang Yu looked solemn, facing Qiu Ji's second wind blade, he did not dare to be careless.

True energy was condensed in his body, and the two rites of the gods were catalyzed to the extreme by him. The sword's edge was shining brightly, and the sword light extended several meters.

In addition, his whole body is exuding fluorescence, it is he who is running the body training tactics to enhance the physical strength.

Suddenly, there was a look of joy at the corner of his mouth, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that his physical realm had reached a critical point.

Wang Yu estimated that if there is a slight external blow, his body training exercises will have a chance to break through.

The premise is that the opponent's strength is the division he can bear. Otherwise, the opponent's strength is too strong and it will damage him early success. Not only can it not help him break through the realm, it is more likely to defeat the physical realm.

Qiu Ji's second blow was too strong, and it was possible to knock down his physical realm. He must be well prepared.

"Dragon Tiger Boxing, dragon and tiger meet!"

Facing the flying wind blade, Wang Yu first used his left fist to hit the phantom where the dragon and tiger meet, and greeted the wind blade.

Stabbed!

As soon as the two touched, the shadow of the dragon and tiger was torn apart by the wind blade, and the momentum was only slightly weakened.

Wang Yu knew this in his heart, and did not expect the dragon and tiger to meet, can block the wind blade almost into the force, seeing the wind blade rushing forward without any hindrance, he held the Azure Dragon Sword.

"Supernatural powers, two divine swords!"

Once in the air, the sword energy of Yin and Yang gathered directly towards Feng Blade.

bump!

The wind blade and the sword energy, the needle pointed to the magnificence, collided together under the eyes of everyone, the bursting air wave spread, and the trees on both sides were torn and counted to the scars.

The sword energy dissipated completely under the impact of the wind blade.

The wind blade, on the other hand, was weakened by more than 10% of the mortal's power under the obstruction of the sword aura, and even if it was consumed before, it also weakened the overall 20%, and rushed towards Wang Yu in the same direction.

And, in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Wang Yu.

"A breath is like a sword!"

Wang Yu opened his mouth and inhaled suddenly, and countless spiritual energy condensed in front of his mouth. Following his soft drink, the sword energy flew out and became his last barrier.

bump!

The wind blade shattered another sword aura, its power dropped by seven or eight points, and then reached Wang Yu's body.

bump!

Under the impact of Feng Blade, Wang Yu flew upside down, vomiting blood in his mouth.

Fortunately, at the moment he was hit by the wind blade, he swallowed a few pills, not to mention, and moved his body strenuously, letting go of the deadly part, causing the wind blade to penetrate his body without hurting him. His internal organs.

However, when he fell to the ground, the energy of the wind blade penetrated his body, raging in his veins.

Let him fall to the ground. First, he couldn't get up, and he kept running the Hunyuan Avenue to suppress his injuries.

On the other side, Qiu Ji saw that Wang Yu fell to the ground and did not relax his vigilance. The third blade in his hand was already ready to go.

"God-killing blade, third blade, god-killing!"

Killing the gods, as the name suggests, is killing the gods.

The magical power Qiu Ji cultivated was once for the profound meaning, and was a great killing technique. The thousand blades of thousands of years were just a charge for the last three blades.

In particular, the last wind blade was the strongest blow and was dubbed the name of Killing God.

"So strong." Looking at the third blade in Qiu Ji's palm, Bai Qiufeng and Zhu Gang felt a sense of powerlessness.

Is the difference between the middle and early stages of the Purple Mansion Realm so huge? How did they compete with Qiu Ji for the refining method of Lei Zhenzi.

"It's no wonder that he was able to rely on his reckless background to be favored by the county guard and sent a black armour to help him."

Song Tianling muttered to himself.

He had always been surprised that after Qiu Ji, a stubborn arrogant, asked the county guard for help, the county guard actually sent a black armored army. This is too much to see.

Among his colleagues, he is vicious and people don't understand, and so is he.

Now that he saw Qiu Ji's ability, he was in a daze.

Several people looked at Wang Yu on the ground again, as if looking at a dead person. In their eyes, this third blade was enough to kill the three of them, not to mention Wang Yu was just a person.

"Roar!" Wang Hu also roared loudly to remind Wang Yu.

At the same time, he rushed to Wang Yu's side, wanting to fight Qiu Ji's ultimate move together.

Qiu Ji saw in his eyes and sneered: "Go to hell!"

As Qiu Ji's voice fell, the third blade in his hand was like a sharp arrow, piercing the void and killing Wang Yu on the spot.

As for Wang Yu's chance, he decided to search Wang Yu after his death.

If you can't find it or can't find it, put it in the back.

Facing the strongest wind blade, when Wang Yu was on the ground, he pulled the Azure Dragon Sword in front of him, using the sword as a shield, and putting it in Qiu Ji's eyes, it was useless.

"Die!" Qiu Ji roared, his face cold.

No one noticed that when Feng Ren was about to hit Wang Yu, a smile appeared on Wang Yu's mouth.

boom!

A small mushroom cloud rose, yellow sand filled the sky, and the internal situation could not be seen clearly.

"Hehe, this little **** finally died, killed so many of my subordinates, and finally died." Bai Qiufeng smiled bitterly.

It took so many years and how many people in the Bai family to grow Baijiazhai A. In his generation, he is the only one left, and the imagination feels desolate.

"Where should I go?" Zhu Gang resolutely, as a cultivator of the Purple Mansion realm, even if there is no power to belong to, it is easy to take refuge in one power with their cultivation base.

"Why don't you also vote for the county guard?" Song Tianling asked.

With Lei Zhenzi's refining techniques, he could not see any hope. He could only use other methods to gain merit. The best thing was to take two cultivators from the Purple Mansion realm to turn to Han Zuoliang.

Originally he didn't like this rashness, but for his future, he had to persuade the two of them.

The three talked and regarded Wang Yu as a mortal.

However, Qiu Ji was different from the look of the three of them. His gaze at the dusty place became much more solemn.

"What's the matter? Is it possible..."

Seeing Qiu Ji's solemn expression, Song Tianling and the three were puzzled. Suddenly, the three of them thought of something, and they all cast their eyes on the yellow sand.

Following the yellow sand, it slowly dispersed, and the figure of a tiger and a person slowly appeared to Lulu.

When Huang Sha completely dispersed, revealing one person and one tiger inside, all the cultivators of the Purple Mansion Realm, including Qiu Ji, were stunned.

I saw that after the yellow sand disappeared; Wang Yu and Wang Hu who were exposed did not die, and they had not revealed many wounds.

Not only that, the wounds on Wang Yu's body also healed extensively. Although his expression was still pale, his aura was more stable and powerful than before.

Seeing the shocked gazes of several people, Wang Yu smiled and said lightly: "Thank you, for helping me break through my cultivation base. In order to thank you for your help, I think I will kill you all in return."