black wizard Zhu Peng

Others just drink, but he drinks and fills, eats and takes.

The old monk Fuhui, who had always been at odds with him, looked at him contemptuously, but was yelled at by Li Daoman: "This is my nephew's filial piety to the elders. It is originally the Dharma wine of my Chunyang sect...give me the one on your table... Bring it here, what kind of wine does the bald donkey drink?"

However, it is such a person, at this very moment, facing the martial arts master of Wanxiang Mountain, he is still arrogant.

While he was drinking the strong wine, there was a crack in the ground at the feet of this wretched old man, like an earth dragon surging, accompanied by the breath of darkness and fishy wind, a strangely shaped knife with seven holes arranged on its surface The long knife slowly rises from the crack in the ground.

The aura of Li Daoman's body is peaceful and natural, but the aura of the demon sword "Prison Underworld" is dark, bloody, crazy and tyrannical.

When the white and jade-like hand of the wretched old man was holding the handle of the demon knife, everyone present seemed to see a round of blurred, distorted, but full of incomparably contradictory sacred and evil gods rising behind Li Daoman, with the momentum The majestic and oppressive white-robed Wu Zong fought against the enemy in separate courts.

Zhu Peng, the senior brother, did not have Li Qinglian's master caring about his apprentices. Just as he was about to get up, Li Daoman was already in full swing and ready to fight for his life with the foreign Martial Ancestor opposite him.

"Stop it all, step back!" Just as the atmosphere between the two sides became more and more tense, Li Jingxuan's angry reprimand came from the upper peak.

"You two are not allowed to be rivals today." Almost at the same time, Huang Yubing gave an order.

The original intention of these two big bosses was to merge sects and make up for each other's weaknesses. They didn't make any moves, and their subordinates played against each other, trying to gain more discourse and master authority under the premise of controlling the intensity.

In this context, it is worthwhile to fight each other to deepen understanding, and even the necessary sacrifices, but the conflict cannot be further intensified... If it really becomes a bloody feud, it will be harmful to the Chinese Samurai Association and the Wanxiang Mountain.

The merging of lions and tigers is inevitable. Instead of merging forcibly, it is better to get along peacefully in a relatively clear position after seeing the strength of the opponent clearly. This is the meaning of this Danyuan event.

At least Huang Yubing's current cultivation is higher than that of Li Jingxuan on the surface, but judging from the record information fed back by Jin Caicai, if it is really a fight, even if it is a master of the sword emperor rank, Huang Yubing I dare not say that I will defeat Li Jingxuan.

The most important thing is that I am getting old and seriously injured, it is almost impossible for me to step into the fifth-order extraordinary sanctuary realm for the rest of my life.

In contrast, Li Jingxuan was in the prime of his life when he was advancing by leaps and bounds, but just handing over the thousand-year foundation of Wanxiang Mountain to the Chinese Samurai Association, killing Huang Yubing would not be able to do it.

Therefore, there is a tentative combination with each other at this time.

Wanxiang Mountain can be merged into the Chinese Samurai Association, but at least it must be a dual suzerain system. I, Huang Yubing, can present the sect classics, but the old brothers who have followed me for so many years, it is impossible to let them grow old, and then give them to me. Your Chinese warrior will be a dog for free.

Even if it is to gnaw, it is necessary to gnaw down half of the Chinese Warrior Association now... In the future, the wizarding world will first assimilate the Chinese Warrior Association, or the Chinese Warrior Association will digest the Vientiane Mountain first, then maybe, Even Huang Yubing was sure that the wizarding world would assimilate the Chinese Samurai Association first.

The reason is very simple, Wanxiang Mountain and the Chinese Samurai Association are evenly matched in magnitude, even if the potential is not taken into account, it is not an exaggeration to call it even better.

The Chinese warriors will compare the entire wizarding world and the Tongtian Wu Tower, just like the difference in magnitude between an ant and an ancient dragon.

In Huang Yubing's eyes, although Li Jingxuan was extremely talented, it seemed that she did what she knew she couldn't do... It was heroic, but also very sad.

Thousands of years later, the Chinese survivors who have fully integrated into the wizarding world may not understand why this man fought, bleeds, and even sacrificed.

…Under the scolding of his suzerain, the foreign Wuzong in the platinum robe slowly sat down, and Li Daoman and Li Qinglian also led the pigs back to their banquet seats.

Because of the five consecutive victories just now, Li Qinglian was almost treated like a star.

She seems to be very popular among the juniors of the Chinese Samurai Association, and no one would mind congratulating her. The only 19-year-old Alchemy Immortal, I am afraid that he will only appear in this unprecedented tide of the times;

It has almost never happened in the past, and in the future, I am afraid it will never appear again...

The pair of masters and apprentices of the Chunyang Sect had just returned to their seats when a black lightning-like figure flickered from the other side of the foreign martial arts sect. After landing on the ground, a tall and thin old man in a black robe appeared. Deep nose and dark eyes, cold temperament... This is a senior legend, the existence of the Sirius God plane can be called Wuzong, and it can also be called Jianzong.

It means that he has practiced martial arts to such an extent that he can already establish a sect and dominate one side.

"Earthlings, which one will come down to die?"

Although it is possible to understand this person's words through the shaman nets all over this plane, the weird accent and ugly voice still make the Chinese Samurai Association feel uncomfortable.

Even people with insufficient cultivation will have goose skin all over their bodies, feeling like a frog being stared at by a white snake, and their whole body is too frightened to move!

"Huh!?... This person seems to be interesting." After Li Daoman and his disciples returned safely, Zhu Peng was relieved and continued to drink, eat, and taste pills.

The alchemists around his seat, because they may go to battle at any time, so most of them neither eat nor taste alcohol, and they really don't need to rely on food and drink to replenish their physical strength.

With the life vitality and exuberant qi and blood of these alchemy immortals, even if they don't eat, drink, sleep, or rest for seven or eight days, they can maintain their vigorous spirit and strong fighting state.

If you eat at this juncture, you will waste excess blood energy digesting food in the stomach.Furthermore, in the most intense fight, one cannot fully unleash one's strongest strength!

Don't underestimate this point, the difference is as small as a thousand miles, and that one point of energy gap may be the distance between life and death. Therefore, many top masters have to bathe and fast before dueling.

Zhu Peng, on the other hand, had no taboos, and he ate and drank quite casually. After two years of practice in the world of Black Castle, he was fine in other aspects, but his physique, vitality, and blood had been transformed by eating witchcraft, and he had made great strides in improvement. At this moment The current Zhu Peng has infinitely approached a giant humanoid dragon.

It's not because of the similar effect produced by the alchemist's control of subtleties, but the real data from the continuous nourishment and offerings of eating witchcraft. Eating this little thing now is just a little bit of a stomachache.

If he hadn't cultivated his physical body to such a degree, Zhu Peng would not choose a set of super-heavy legendary armor for himself, hoping to extract the corresponding agility and strength from this physique that is approaching the peak.

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The legendary Wu Zong who was first dispatched from Wanxiang Mountain, even if he thought about it with his knees, he knew that it must be the hardest idea among the hardest ideas, and it was extremely difficult.

The tall and thin old man in black robe standing in the field, by the way, also has the effect of boosting the morale of the younger disciples behind him. Li Qinglian can't let Li Qinglian kill five times with one sword, causing the mentality of these juniors to completely collapse.

The six alchemists in the front row of the Chinese Samurai Association looked at each other in dismay. As Li Jingxuan's wife, Han Fangxue would not end well, because no matter whether she wins or loses, she will not look good.

So there were only Liu Jinghong, the Sword Master of the Wind, Future Bright Buddha Fuhui, Fire King Kong Tie Nu, Mind Reader Li Daoman, Shouzheng Sword Xu Baishan, and the reincarnated Dragon King Zha Huang Keman.

Because of seniority, it is not easy for Zhu Peng to surpass his seniors to fight. Whether it is the time of practicing martial arts, or the time of holding pills, or even the time of joining the Chinese Warrior Association, the first six are his seniors. If Zhu Peng Standing up to the challenge at this time would be a bit of a slap in the face.

Although Shouzhengjian Xu Baishan and the reincarnated Dragon King Zha Huang Keman are not alchemists.

"This man is full of evil spirits, and he just uses his life to perfect my Dharma..." Monk Fuhui pulled off his robe, revealing his steel-like muscles, causing many female disciples behind to scream and take pictures.However, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was standing beside him stretched out his hand to this sturdy monk and pressed his shoulder.

"Master Fuhui is the one with the strongest actual combat ability among those we can fight. It just so happens that my Confucianism and swordsmanship are also quite restrained against evil spirits, so this first battle will be taken over by me on behalf of the master. You should wait for it Hold back and fight for me." Saying so, the next moment the Storm Sword Saint Liu Jinghong walked down the arena with his saber in hand.Monk Fuhui frowned slightly, but had no choice but to sit down.

Liu Jinghong is Han Fangxue's cousin, and he himself was born in Hongmen. He was taught by ancient Confucian poetry and philosophy since he was a child. Elegant and extremely charming.

When he stepped down from the arena, he saw that his opponent was unarmed. Seeing this, Liu Jinghong frowned slightly, and asked, "Aren't you going to get a weapon?"

The tall and thin old man wrapped in a black robe said nothing, but stared straight at his opponent. There was a mysterious and evil smell in his breath, which made sensitive people feel very uncomfortable. .

"Forget it, it's like fisting."

Liu Jinghong was open-minded and free-spirited, seeing that the other party disagreed, he threw the sword at his son Liu Heming, then flicked his sleeves, put his right hand on his lower abdomen, and hid his left hand behind his back.Close your eyes slightly, and adjust your state as your breathing rises and falls.

Because of the importance of this fight, both sides are very cautious. With a certain distance as the center point, the two slowly face each other, testing each other's aura, and looking for the opponent's flaws.

The body of the tall and thin old man was gradually covered with a dark bloody light, and the meaning of blood was everywhere. Those who touched the bloody light could almost faintly hear the last wailing of countless tragic deaths, and countless bloody and terrifying words seemed to flash in their minds. In the scene, the mouth and nose are filled with a lot of bloody smell that makes people feel sweet and disgusting.

In comparison, Liu Jinghong's aura was far less terrifying than his opponent's.

However, the gust of wind was invisible, although Liu Jinghong was still there, he disappeared out of thin air in the aura induction of countless warriors.

The air mechanism of the violent wind induces the surrounding air to flow to form more and more and stronger winds... Nirvana Heart Sword, Nirvana My Heart, Blast Sword!

On the alchemist seat of the Chinese Samurai Association, the Thai Buddhist boxer Sheshan, who ranked extremely low, looked at Liu Jinghong in the field blending with the surroundings, with a terrifying momentum that was almost infinitely rising, and the greed and desire in his heart almost broke his will.

Back then, he had the opportunity to get the manuscript of Liu Jinghong's "Theory on the Evolution of the Nirvana". Of course, this dream was finally shattered under someone's iron fist.

Feeling the opponent's almost infinite momentum, the tall and thin old man who smelled blood all over his body couldn't hold back anymore, he jumped up and flew towards Liu Jinghong's body which was visible to the naked eye.

The martial art of Chinese martial arts pays attention to the fact that the feet do not reach the knees, fearing that the feet will leave the ground, lose the center of gravity, and be pushed down and beat to death directly. However, the martial arts in the exotic Wanxiang Mountain are extremely strange. , there is a taste that the enemy can be killed by one move at any time.

However, the tall and thin old man who looked like a big bat still flew into the air. When he landed in the air and was not stable, Liu Jinghong's figure had already appeared obliquely above him, and he pointed at him like a sword and slashed down... Howling the hurricane!

(...I'll go, this set of unique skills!!)

Sitting on one side of the stands, Zhu Peng couldn't help but praise Liu Jinghong's extraordinary skills.

I saw the green-robed Confucian scholar in the arena teleporting through the void, riding the gust of wind and appearing in blind spots of the opponent's sight repeatedly, and then slashed down with a single sword. In the end, it led to a chain reaction of vindictiveness.

With one slash, Liu Jinghong has completely gained the upper hand in the whole scene, although he is definitely not able to score 25 points, [-] points, [-] points, [-] points, and [-] points. His own sword pressure can continue to increase infinitely, but when he reaches the limit, the opponent may also be blasted to the last breath.

It is rumored that the special effect of Liu Jinghong's vindictiveness is "controlling the wind". Zhu Peng has also pondered about the possible tactics of the Storm Sword Master before, but he did not expect it to be so crazy and brutal... Sure enough, every Confucianist Confucianism has a deep feeling in his heart. Everywhere hides a wildly roaring beast.

This fucking human nature is too repressed, sure enough, something will happen sooner or later!

As if sailing a boat on a raging sea to control the wind and waves, the gust of wind sword master Liu Jinghong controls the raging wind all over his body, and his vindictiveness unleashes the multiplied damage and destructive power. At the time of the seventh form and seven consecutive rounds, the violent roaring hurricane has already turned into a hurricane. Like a huge ax that opened the sky, he slashed at the opponent who fell into an absolute disadvantage.

However, in front of this almost irresistible and terrifying attack... the tall and thin old man's body was blurred, and endless blood flame demon bats spread and danced.

Accompanied by it, there was also a cold and terrifying whisper, which made the whole body stand up when he heard the whisper: Ten thousand bats have no boundaries, kill with blood knife!

Countless giant bats wrapped in blood-colored flames instantly shuttled through the cutting and strangling of the infinite hurricane at an astonishing speed, and chased and killed Liu Jinghong's close body in an instant.

Liu Jinghong's "Ni Mie Xinyan Seven Killing Sword" ultimate move greatly increases the destructive power within seven moves. The caster is already in the sky where a legendary warrior can be forcibly smashed.

At that time, Liu Jinghong will use his fighting spirit to control the wind to decide whether to charge by gliding or run away from the wind.

However, in the heart of this Gale Sword Master, the perfect art of self-satisfaction was broken the first time he used it.The foreign Martial Ancestor on the opposite side avoided the most powerful seventh blow by turning into a blood flame demon bat, and at the same time rushed up to kill him quickly.

A large group of blood flame monster bats condensed into the old man who was already in shape above Liu Jinghong. At this time, he was holding a blood-colored scimitar in his hand, and he slashed down with the knife in both hands!

In the chaos, the two of them entangled from a high altitude and fell to the ground at the same time. When the overflowing dust fell, the only one who could stand up unsteadily in the arena was the one holding a blood knife, with blood on the corner of his mouth, looking like a hell head. A tall and thin old man who looks like a ghost.

"Using your Huaxia language, this is called soldiers who are not tired of deceit... I have never said that I don't use a knife!?" Licking the residual blood on the scimitar, this alien Wuzong who cultivated blood-type Dou Qi said so road.

Chapter 31 Zhu Peng Appears... Have You Seen It?This casserole big fist

Bloodline battle qi is the way of evil spirits, very Tao!

Its characteristics are very distinct, and its destructive power is not strong among fighting spirits of the same level, but its lethality against life forms is terrifying and outstanding.

Use your own blood to boost your fighting spirit, use the enemy's blood to restore your body, and use crazy self-injury and injure others to control the balance between the two, and finally form a terrifying combat power.

Dancing on the slender steel wire at a height of [-] meters, this is a typical feature of Xiemo Dao martial arts.

Just like the cold and tall and thin old man of Wu Zong from a foreign land, he escaped Liu Jinghong's sure-to-kill and sure-to-win one-shot lore with his inconceivable transformation of turning into a blood flame demon bat.

Fighting back violently under the desperate situation, the blood flame demon bat merged with the human form, and chopped it down... At that moment, all the warriors present with sufficient cultivation could clearly see it.

The moment the tall and thin old man slashed with the knife, his whole body was exhausted, and he poured all his blood and vitality into the "blood knife killing".

It can be said that if Liu Jinghong dodges, or blocks the knife, this foreign blood Wuzong himself will soon die of exhaustion.

However, Liu Jinghong couldn't dodge it, and it was impossible to block the opponent's powerful slash that poured all his vitality into him!

Counterattack with crazy self-injury, bet your life in a single blow to maximize the power of the sword, and at the moment the opponent hits the sword, you will replenish your vitality and blood.

The final result is that when the tall and thin foreign Wuzong defeated Liu Jinghong, the aura around him was even stronger and more evil than when he just entered the field, although it was impossible for the Gale Sword Master not to leave enough Heavy counterattack, but useless.

After devouring most of Liu Jinghong's life energy and blood, the counterattack injury was quickly healed under the infusion of vigorous life energy.

Bloodline martial arts, dancing on the wire, but it is indeed unique, strange and unsurpassed.

"This is troublesome. Mr. Liu underestimates the enemy and abandons the sword. Now the old bat below has swallowed most of his life energy, and the power of his magic power has multiplied in a short period of time. Even Master Fuhui will find it difficult to subdue and suppress him." It is." Yang Cai'er is now of blood blood, and she also cultivates blood fighting qi, and the people who have been fighting and suppressing all the year round are also the dark race, so she naturally knows the strengths and weaknesses of this kind of fighting qi.

At this moment, he spoke, his voice was not too loud.But with Yang Cai'er as the center, it spread in all directions, and the surrounding martial artists from the Chinese Warrior Association could hear it clearly.

...Light-type fighting qi originally restrained blood-type fighting qi, especially the old monk Fuhui, one of the eight masters of the Chinese Warrior Association, who has a very profound Buddhist practice. After cultivating to a certain level, the Jiangshi Town Demon Art has golden blood flowing in its veins, and its positive energy concentration exceeds the nine streets of ordinary holy water. It is undoubtedly a terrible opponent that dark creatures and negative energy beings do not want to meet;

However, the Buddhas and demons restrain each other. When the Buddha eliminates the demons and rises, the bloodline fighting spirit will in turn restrain the bright powers of the future, such as the Light Buddha's coming to the world and suppressing demons.

Before he devoured all of Liu Jinghong's blood, the old man off the field might not be able to beat the old monk Fuhui, but at this moment, the old monk Fuhui might just give him another meal if he went down again.

If he succeeds in devouring Fu Hui's life energy again, who knows how much the person below will be boosted, then no one will be able to control him...

"Amitabha!" After a moment's hesitation, Fu Hui grabbed the iron rod beside him and stood up in the middle of the banquet. At this moment, a palm was pressed on his shoulder again.

"Master, you have already hesitated in your heart. This victory will be reduced by two more layers. There is no need to force your end. Let me do it." As he said, he exerted strength with his arms and forced Monk Fuhui down, while Zhu Peng Carrying the black beheading sword, he walked into the arena step by step.

When she walked to Li Daoman's seat, Li Qinglian who was sitting there reached out and grabbed Zhu Peng's sleeve, and said with a constipated expression: "Brother, can you do it? No, don't be brave."

"Damn girl, hurry up and let go, don't affect my heroic and domineering appearance. She will be a girl in her 20s soon, and she looks like a tomboy, without any femininity... Looking back at Xue Naili's leaning forward figure, that Eyes full of worry, a black, long, straight and soft girl with impeccable charm and charm." Stretching out his left hand, he grabbed Li Qinglian's crew cut wildly, and Zhu Peng's big hand swelled slightly with force, almost covering the girl's entire body. small head.

After a burst of wanton ravages, the vicious man walked down the arena step by step, and faced the fierce and violent alien Wu Zong.

"Iron Winged Tiger, Zhu Peng!?"

Holding a blood-colored scimitar, the tall and thin old man asked in a hoarse voice. At this moment, his back was slightly bent forward, and his figure shrank by two points, as if he had been injured in the battle just now.

However, a real master with sufficient cultivation can feel that the fighting spirit and spirit surrounding this guy's body are burning like a raging fire. In fact, it is almost twice as powerful as when he fought against Liu Jinghong just now. !

To some extent, he used the Gale Sword Saint Liu Jinghong as a warm-up tool.

"Exactly, senior, do you have any last words to say, if you don't say anything else, it will be too late."

The two forces intend to merge, so they definitely know each other well, but the art of war is strangely compatible, and Li Qinglian of the Chinese Warrior Association is strange, killing the younger generation of warriors in Wanxiang Mountain collapsed their mentality and their morale was low.

And the Wu Zong who was fighting with blood in front of him was a strange soldier from Wanxiang Mountain. After he made a move, he caught the Chinese Samurai Association by surprise.When the tall and thin old man killed Liu Jinghong in mid-air just now, if Liu Jinghong's vitality was not strong enough as an alchemist, and the strength that erupted when he was on the verge of death was astonishing, at this moment, he might not be seriously injured, but directly is dead.

The guy in front of him is following the killer, and the alchemists of the Chinese Samurai Association can see this clearly.

Therefore, after Zhu Peng saluted, he directly asked the other party if he had any last words to say, and the killing intent was extremely clear.

"A junior who has only practiced martial arts for 30 years dares to yell in front of me that I have killed more people than you have ever seen!"

"Slaughtering civilians, you only have the courage to swing a knife at those who are weaker than yourself, and hide your knife when facing the strong, saying that soldiers are not tired of deceit... Don't be ridiculous, you are worthy of talking about 'wu'."

"Little bastard!"

"Old monster."

boom!Boom! !

The two exchanged only a few words, and the next moment, accompanied by the sound of a fierce weapon collision, they collided forcibly.The tall and thin bloodline boss slashed down with a knife, and his vigorous fighting spirit erupted like a mountain torrent.