Chapter 248 (1/2)
Muling stopped jianwuchen. Jianwuchen stood with his sword on his back. He wore simple clothes and had no expression on his face. He was dignified. If he didn't know the origin of his sword slave, I'm afraid no one would see it.
This dragon leaping and Tiger Leaping posture is definitely a hero among people!
”Get out of the way!” Jian Wuchen doesn't say much, but he has enough sword formula. He doesn't like the eighth prince, but he can't ignore the disciples of Liuyun city.
Cooperating with the eighth prince was just the order of the school. He glanced at the two people fighting with Ye Xiwen. Ye Xiwen showed no sign of falling into the disadvantage. If he continued to fight like this, I'm afraid he didn't know that monkey years and horses and months can save the younger brother in the blood spirit array. Since they can't do it, they have to do it by themselves.
”Impossible!” Muling said faintly and glanced at Ye Xiwen. He was relieved to see that ye Xiwen didn't fall down.
Neither of them is a talkative person. Since they can't agree, they can do it directly.
The dust-free long sword of the sword instantly produced a little floating cloud at the midpoint of the sky, flowed in the sky and cut through the sky. The sword light seemed to press out a picture of floating cloud breaking the sky, and fell down.
Jian Wuchen is ruthless and doesn't leave a hand.
At the same time, Muling also started to practice Kendo, but it is obviously different from the elegant and unrestrained Kendo of jianwuchen. There is no gloomy feeling brought by cultivating corpse Qi, but it is vast and upright, which is another kind of upright and grand way.
The strong breath of both sides made many disciples watching the war tremble. Although the two fought less fiercely than ye Xiwen, the battle damage was not much worse. After all, they were only one layer short. The destructive power of Zhendao Qizhong was also unimaginable. In addition to talking about a few people, they are the top in today's Wanyao island. Who dares to underestimate them.
”Boom!” The sword Qi of both sides hit each other hard, and Liuyun and huangquan hit each other hard.
Jianwuchen is a rare talent in Liuyun city in a hundred years. It's not easy to go from a sword slave to today's status. But Muling is not easy. There are few enemies in the same level.
The sword Qi of both sides directly compresses the pictures one by one. They have understood the meaning of the sword and brought the meaning of the sword to the extreme. It's very terrible.
The sword meanings of both sides are entangled to a trace, devouring and erasing each other, which is a terrible competition of artistic conception.
”Boom!”
”Boom!”
”Boom!”
The power of the fierce battle between the two sides may not be as good as that of Ye Xiwen, but the real intensity is not bad at all.
Jianwuchen wants to save the disciples of LiuYun City, and Muling has promised Ye Xiwen not to let anyone make trouble.
”Ah!”
”Ah!”
”Ah!”
In the blood spirit array, the evil blood god in the sky is nailing those disciples to the ground one by one.
Mu Youran smiled happily and commanded the formation to nail the disciples of the tyrant party and Wanzhen League. He was very happy and had a feeling of elation.
After knowing that the two major alliances were going to fight against the blood spirit alliance, almost everyone was not optimistic about the blood spirit alliance. They all felt that the collapse of the blood spirit alliance was only a matter of time. At most, ye Xiwen might be able to save the blood spirit alliance, but as a generation of Tianjiao, how could he be willing? If the eighth prince had not been inherited by the four elephant gate, The accomplishments of several people should be the same now,.
Mu Youran smiled a little evil. After this battle, who dares to underestimate their blood spirit alliance.
”Boom!”
Ba Huang's long spear pierced the universe, and ye Xiwen was firmly locked by the terrible Qi machine. He was heroic and peerless, just like a demon God.
”Qiang!” Wan Chengyao's long knife instantly cut out a dazzling blade, cold cut out, and endless light roared out.
Two terrible attacks instantly came towards Ye Xiwen. In everyone's opinion, ye Xiwen must be unable to resist. It's good to resist one such attack, let alone two.
The sky broke and the earth burst, and the air waves flew, directly pushing down countless trees.
”Boom!” Ye Xiwen's long knife burst out and a golden dragon rushed up.
The terrible air wave swept through, which was a terrible collision, but ye Xiwen didn't even move. Such aftershocks had no impact on him. You know, his strength was terrible, especially his body, gold body and extremely strong body. This was the fundamental strength that ye Xiwen dared to fight with two people.
”Go away!” Compared with the eighth Prince's enthusiasm for killing Ye Xiwen, Wan Chengyao cares more about the disciples of Wanzhen alliance. If all the disciples of Wanzhen alliance die, he will really be a lonely man.
Finally, he broke out completely, and the knife was like a sea pressing down on Ye Xiwen.
The blade is like a wave, sweeping towards Ye Xiwen layer by layer. The eight princes next to him are also cooperating to stab out the long gun. It is impossible to prevent. It is like a dragon in the wave, sometimes soaring and sometimes submerged under the wave. It is extremely terrible.
In Ye Xiwen's eyes, killing intention is vertical and horizontal, and it is even more necessary for these two people.