The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Facing the surging white tiger's evil sword light, Zhao Shi's eyes flashed with red light, the blood lotus was not out of the sheath, and a layer of finely broken sword light overflowed on the surface. The red shadow flashed, and the white sword air wave appeared. Outside.

Zhao Shi's face was solemn, and Shen Lang did not say anything about sword intent in the sword, but the technique of imperial sword qi was also crude to him. If he was given half of Shen Lang's power, he could be killed. on the spot.

But there is no if, no matter how big the flaw is, under the urging of the Jindan-class mana and the magic weapon of life, he can make up for it. If he doesn't pay attention, he will most likely capsize and die instantly.

Seeing Zhao Shi easily avoiding the siege of his Jianmang, Shen Lang's expression finally became truly solemn. This was his real full blow, not just comparable, and it was enough to prove the opponent's strength.

Zhao Shi flickered like a ghost, the red and black figure turned into a light band among the white tiger's evil sword aura. The sword aura slashed wildly, but Zhao Shi was like a flexible fish. Children are generally not affected much.

"I want to see how you can hide?"

Shen Lang's slender fingers continuously clicked, and the white cloud seal hovering in front of his chest flashed, and three white sword awns flew out like clouds, the wind whistling, with a sharp and sharp taste from the other three directions Surrounded Zhao Shi.

Zhao Shi, who was quickly evading in the sky, was slightly certain. He looked up and saw in all directions. A flying sword like a white jade pierced him from the sky and the ground. The tip of the sword was pointed at Zhao Shi. .

In the eyes of the outsiders, it is like a huge white sword balloon exuding a sharp and piercing feeling appeared between the sky and the earth. There is a small red and black dot in the middle of the sword balloon. It is impossible to retreat and hide. hide.

"Zhao Shi is in danger."

The deep blue Liuyue, who has not spoken or had any sense of existence, spoke out. Because of her excellent defense characteristics, she has always played an auxiliary and protective role. At this moment, she immediately made it out of professional sensitivity. Up to my own judgment.

But she hesitated a little, looked at Yuan Qianjun and asked, "Do you think this is the case?"

She has no relevant information on the specific data of the Heaven-level Cultivation Technique, and she doesn't know how accurate the judgment she makes.

Yuan Qianjun just shook his head, did not speak, carefully watching the battle in the field.

"Blood Lotus Sword."

Zhao Shi, who was about to be pierced by ten thousand swords, gave a soft voice, showing four flying swords of various colors emitting light, let his escape speed a few minutes faster, towards a breakthrough of the huge sword balloon that surrounded him. .

The Jindan cultivator present looked sideways and looked at Zhao Shi's flying sword. Those three high-grade magical weapons flying swords were nothing more than them. Even if they were a little peculiar, they were nothing more than gadgets.

However, although the blood lotus sword at the forefront was not very strong, it brought them a dangerous aura. Although it was a magic weapon, it carried a trace of magic weapon, which was really confusing.

Master Jianhu suddenly said: "Friend Shen, after this person died in battle, can he lend me this magical artifact? This refining technique is somewhat similar to the method of blood refining, which makes me a little curious."

Shen Junlin waved his hand: "Why borrow it? It's just a set of magical weapons, so I'll give it to fellow Taoists."

Of course he knew that Zhao Shi, the strongest magic weapon in the extraterritorial celestial demon, was extraordinary, but since Jianhu asked for it, he would naturally not be stingy.

Seeing this, the bones showed a sneer and didn't say anything.

These natives want beauty, not to mention the king's magic weapon, any player's magic weapon will not burst with their death, this is the system's protection of the players' core equipment.

Headed by the blood lotus sword, connected with the other three flying swords, it turned into a sharp red sword-qi tornado, surrounded by the white tiger's evil sword-qi in front of him, and pierced straight.

Zizi~

Between the burst of white and red aura, the seemingly extraordinary encirclement net was broken through a small opening. Zhao Shi's figure flashed, and disappeared into the white sword balloon with the four flying swords. The huge white sword balloon shrank quickly, but Can only catch a cloud of air.

Shen Lang's complexion turned blue, and the white tiger's evil sword qi that filled the sky under his spiritual consciousness once again encircled Zhao Shi, but his sword qi speed was much faster than Zhao, but for some reason, surrounded by four mouths. Zhao Shi of Feijian could easily escape his sword aura.

A small part of the sword aura's attack has no effect on him. It takes a very long time for a large amount of sword aura to surround him, but Zhao Shi often runs away before the large amount of sword aura surrounds him, just like He was like the roundworm in Shen Lang's stomach who knew what he was thinking.

After doing this several times, Zhao Shi still had nothing, but Shen Lang's mana had been consumed by half.

"Are you a mouse? Do you dare to pick me up?" Shen Lang finally couldn't help Zhao Shi's trivial style of play, and mocked.

Jianhu outside the court slightly sighed at Shen Junlin next to him: "The opponent... is extremely rich in mana and combat experience. It is like an old monster that has gone through hundreds of thousands, without the strength to crush. There is no way to fight it."

The life experience of the players is far inferior to these high-level cultivators, but when it comes to combat experience, it is far beyond. After all, it is not a problem for a qualified player to die thousands of times in various duels and adventures.

Although the indigenous high-level immortal cultivators have also experienced hundreds of years, there is no shortage of battles, but how can they be compared with the life-saving battles of players eating and drinking.

Faced with Shen Lang's ridicule, Zhao Shi simply didn't bother to pay attention. The ridicule of his opponent on the verge of defeat would not make him angry, but was a rare honor.

The white sword spirit whizzed and flew, seeming to block every piece of space, but a black and red fish-like figure can freely shuttle through it, making Shen Lang appear more and more anxious.

"Lang'er, calm down, stop wasting mana like this, and lock his position with divine sense to defeat the enemy with one blow." Shen Junlin, who had been watching quietly beside him, reminded him.

"Okay, father."

Shen Lang took a deep breath, suppressing the irritability in his heart, the sky full of white tiger slaying evil sword aura no longer surrounded Zhao Shi's futile flying, just like a white bird returning to the forest, it shot again to the white cloud seal on his chest. On, into it.

A substantive white light lit up on the white jade seal, slowly forming the appearance of a metal white tiger, whose beard moved with the wind, lifelike, exuding the murderous air of one of the four spirits of the Western White Tiger.

"Die!"

Shen Lang waved his sleeves again, and the metal white tiger flowed and deformed like fluid, stretched and turned into a simple and majestic white flying sword. The flying sword was engraved with the white tiger roaring up to the sky.

Baihu's flying sword shook, turning into a dazzling white light and shooting at Zhao Shi. Before the sword arrived, a strong murderous aura firmly locked Zhao Shi's spirit, no matter he ran to the end of the world, he would never want to escape.

At the same time, Zhao Shi's body shook again, and a huge peak of Jin Dan pinnacle level consciousness was severely suppressed on his body, making him difficult to walk and moving.

It was Shen Junlin who finally took the shot regardless of his face. In fact, he can't say that he doesn't care about his face. The players have low right to speak, justice or face is not determined by them?