Starting from the control of Hongmeng, fishing for the heavens

Meng Qianqian narrowed her pupils slightly and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right, I heard that your earth star has a fairy gate called Hongmeng Town Tiangong? And you are a disciple of the fairy gate, right?"

Duan Lang said with a half smile.

"What if it is? What if it isn't?"

Meng Qianqian raised her eyebrows.

"Earlier, the two helmsmen of our Tianxiahui tried to persuade you with kind words. Your elders in Emei have already bowed their heads. It was you who provoked the incident and refused to vote. Since everything in front of you was caused by you, you must bear it. "

Duan Lang sneered and said: "If you are sensible, just kneel down and repent for your previous ignorance, and today's affairs will be exposed, otherwise, you may be doomed today."

Chapter 414

"Duanlang, you are so brave. Do you know that Qianqian's identity is not only Emei's future head teacher, but also a disciple of Zhentian Palace. If you make him kneel, can you bear the anger of Zhentian Palace?"

Master Liu Feng and several elders who supported each other suddenly became angry.

"Our Xiongba gang leader has always pursued that I can not control my fate, and I am the same. What I like to do most is to trample on those high-ranking disciples of the immortal sect."

Duan Lang sneered and said: "Besides, this so-called Suppressing Heaven Palace is just the local forces of your Earth Stars. Whether it can be called the word 'Xianmen' is still unknown."

"you…"

This statement can be said to be arrogant to the extent that there is no limit, and it also forced countless people who eat melons and martial arts experts on the square to turn pale with anger.

"If you want this girl to kneel, it depends on your ability!"

Meng Qianqian pinched out a formula with her fingers, and the purple and blue swords turned into two rainbows and swept out, strangling Duanlang towards Duanlang, at the same time, she also rushed towards Duanlang with a few strides.

"These purple and blue swords were given to you by that fairy boy of your fairy sect when he manifested his sanctity in Emei? Hehe... they are just ordinary sacred weapons, are they worthy of his status as an elder of the fairy sect?"

There was a hint of mockery in Duanlang's eyes.

When the palms were turned, a fiery red sword appeared under everyone's eyelids.

The whole body of this sword is blood red, as if forged from molten lava. As the sword pattern flickered, it exuded a compelling sharp and scorching breath, cutting the surrounding space away with a humming sound.

"Is the sword in Duanlang's hand also a sacred weapon?"

"There is a good chance I'm sure, but I heard that the Fengyun Secret Realm seems to be the Gaowu Secret Realm. Since when did the Holy Artifact exist?"

Many melon-eaters who watched the game were in an uproar again.

And Mu Bai was also a little puzzled at this time.

According to the summoning spirits who entered the Fengyun Secret Realm from Earth Star, the plane level of the Fengyun Secret Realm is only slightly higher than that of the Divine Condor.

The most powerful martial arts in it are just the heavenly ranks of the secular world.

For example, three points belong to the flow of vitality.

According to common sense, the grade of the weapon must not be high, why did the holy weapon appear?

Taking a step back, even if there are holy artifacts in Fengyun Secret Realm, they must be very rare. Duanlang is just a disciple of Tianxiahui, and the grade of the holy artifacts he took out is not inferior to the purple and green double swords. This point really puzzled Mu Bai.

"This sword is my father's Fire Lin sword. Its grade is in the category of the fourth-order sacred weapon. It is enough to deal with you Mengqianqian!"

The voice of disdain fell, and Duan Lang held the Huolin sword in his hand and went up to meet him.

Zizizi!

Bang bang bang!

Although it seems that there is a small difference between the early stage of the absolute peak and the peak of the great master.

In fact, there is still a big difference in combat power between the two. Under the premise that the weapon grade is not inferior to Meng Qianqian, Duanlangwan has the upper hand.

With each other's rabbit ups and downs, dozens of moves were dismantled with a snap of the fingers.

Duanlang's experience in fighting the enemy was obviously much stronger than that of Mengqianqian, and his speed was too fast, so he spotted a flaw and slapped Mengqianqian's shoulder with his palm.

This blow obviously didn't hold back any hands.

Mengqianqian's body was forced to fly out like a kite with a broken string, and it happened to hit under the sycamore tree that Mubai breathed.

Staring at the girl's pretty pale face and the blood on the corner of her mouth, Mubai felt mixed emotions, and lamented the girl's persistence and stubbornness.

"Mengqianqian, I thought you could survive a hundred moves in my hands, but you disappointed me too much. In the end, you couldn't even handle twenty moves, and you pretended to be a disciple of the Immortal Sect? It seems that you in Huaxia Town The Heavenly Palace is nothing more than that."

Duan Lang stood proudly, and said with a sneer.

"you…"

Meng Qianqian clutched her painful shoulder and stood up slowly, because she was so angry that she kept coughing. 17

"That statue portrays your elder named Xiantong in the Tiangong Palace? I see the statue as an eyesore, break it for me!"

At the same time, Duanlang raised the Fire Lin sword in his hand, and cut across the statue not far from the square.

Rumble!

The fiery red sword intent hit the statue heavily like a rainbow.

On the surface of the statue, countless traces of broken lines appeared in an instant, and finally collapsed.

"Duanlang, you actually destroyed Xiantong's Dharma image?"

The minds of Mrs. Liu Feng and several elders of Emei were blank.

This statue is their belief in Emei!

Now it was ruined by the forces of the foreign world?

"I'm going to fight you for the dog bastards of the Tianxiahui."

The crowd was excited, and countless crowds watching the lively melon-eating crowd, in anger, picked up stones on the ground one after another, and threw plastic bottles at Duanlang.

However, before the gravel touched Duanlang's body, it was bounced back by his powerful blood.

Seeing this scene, Mubai, who was perched on the sycamore tree, also felt a ray of anger in his heart.

To be honest, Mu Bai really can't arouse any interest in this kind of competition between the earth and star forces for the sake of profit.

After all, his current position is too high.

Any mundane warrior, in Mu Bai's eyes, is like crawling ants.