Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

"is it?"

"Forget it, then you are worthless, go die."

Qingdi's avatar was placed on Jiahe Fengmo's forehead.

Koga Fumo stared round his eyes.

next moment.

From head to toe, he shattered into a pile of ice crystals and scattered on the ground

"There is still this Yata Mirror left."

The Qing Emperor's avatar looked at it carefully.

Immediately.

The Qing Emperor's avatar frowned, held the edge of the Yata Mirror, pinched it hard with five fingers, and an unimaginable force burst out.

Followed by.

On the edge of the quaint bronze mirror, there were several clear finger prints.

The entire bronze mirror was also deformed.

"It turned out to be an imitation, huh!"

Qingdi's avatar snorted coldly, and with his skinny palms, he violently crushed the imitation Yata mirror.

At this moment, all the magic power absorbed by swallowing cattle and drinking was released.

It's too late, it's too soon.

In fact, not much time has passed since Koga Fuma threw the crossed shuriken.

The Huanghei prison crystal dragon in the underground lake was alarmed by the battle on the magic tree.

"Roar--"

The Huanghei Prison Crystal Dragon roared, flapped its wide bat wings, and flew into the sky.

It came to the branch, waved its wings up and down, and kept it suspended in the air.

A pair of cold dark golden vertical pupils stared closely at Qingdi's avatar.

Qingdi's avatar glanced at Huang Hei Prison Jinglong, and said indifferently: "Naughty animal, Dongfang boy asked you to guard the gate and guard the courtyard, but you neglected your duty and did not work at all. How dare you yell at this old man?"

The seventh-order monster Huang Hei Prison Jinglong was terrified, dared not fart, and quickly flapped its wings and flew away.

"Humph."

Qingdi's avatar raised the shards of the Yata Mirror in his hand, and took out another golden tarot card.

"The gypsy astrologer is quite accurate."

"Her tarot card is 2.6, does it mean to let the old man stop Ying Kingdom's conspiracy today?"

The Qingdi clone looked at the Tarot cards and muttered to himself.

If there were no predictions from the gypsy astrologer, the Qing Emperor avatar would not have returned to Donghai Academy quietly.

Without the stop of the Qing Emperor's avatar, the ninjas of the Ying Kingdom stole the energy of the magic tree, and the guardian formation of the Four Saints would dissipate.

At that time, the demonic beasts outside the demonic capital will frantically pour into the demonic capital.

A catastrophe that will sweep nearly ten million people will be inevitable!

"Maybe……"

Qingdi's avatar put the golden Tarot card on the bookshelf, and his figure gradually faded away.

he's gone.

This golden tarot card has a circle drawn in the middle.

On the top of the round wheel is a sphinx symbolizing an angel, and below is a devil, surrounded by goddesses, swans, and poisonous snakes that symbolize various situations in destiny.

A string of obscure languages ​​is written at the bottom of the tarot cards.

Translated into Chinese is - [Wheel of Fortune]! .

Chapter 126 The first page of the sword manual, forget your sweetheart

Donghai College Gymnasium.

It was Ye Chonglou who first noticed something was wrong.

"Ok?"

If Ye Chonglou felt something, the Dizi Shaking Ruler he was carrying with him vibrated slightly.

He turned his head to look, and activated the skill of Fengshui Divine Eye.

The skills of Feng Shui masters are generally Qi Wang.

Only by observing the sky above and the atmosphere of the earth below can we understand the principles of heaven and earth, the momentum of mountains and rivers, and the power of Fengshui.

However, the qi technique is only a C-level skill.

And Feng Shui Divine Eye is an A-level skill.

Ye Chonglou, as one of the inheritors of the Venerable Field Master, acquired advanced skills.

After the Fengshui eyes were opened, Ye Chonglou's pupils became half black and half white, like a Tai Chi pattern.

The appearance of the world suddenly changed dramatically.

Ye Chonglou saw golden glowing "roots" underground, flowing slowly through the rock formations and converging to the back of the mountain.

This is the air.

But it's not ordinary earth energy, mixed with pure magic.

From the direction of the back mountain, it is transported to all directions of the magic city.

Ye Chonglou turned his head to look at the back mountain.

Vegetation, rocks, all of a sudden disappeared.

Instead, there is a big tree composed of countless golden "roots".

Just 17 just now.

The golden light of the big tree dimmed a bit.

"What happened to the magic tree in the underground library?"

Ye Chonglou frowned slightly.

Nothing can happen to the magic tree, because the relationship is too great.

It can be said that the lives of millions of people in the magic city were all pressed on the magic tree.

"The underground library is guarded by the seventh-level magic beast Huang Hei Prison Crystal Dragon, so nothing will happen," Ye Zhonglou said.

With all the strength of the Huanghei Prison Crystal Dragon, it can compete with an eighth-order monster.

Just about to cause an accident in the underground library, it is impossible to do it without the entry of eighth-level and ninth-level monsters.

Moreover.

Even if a ninth-level monster really came in person, it is impossible for Huang Hei Prison Crystal Dragon to be instantly killed.

There will always be movement.

Just to be noticed.

The old dean and all the teachers and students of Donghai College will support the past!

Of course……

If it was a ninth-level monster, it would be impossible for the old dean to defeat the ultimate monster even if he tied up all the teachers and students.

Ye Chonglou looked away.

The second person who noticed something strange was the old dean.

The old dean slapped the table with his palm, stood up abruptly, and looked towards the underground library.

after awhile.

Seeing that nothing happened, the old dean sat down with a puzzled expression.

Granny Si asked: "Wretched old man, why are you crazy!"

Surprisingly, the old dean did not refute, shaking his head and muttering to himself: "Strange, really strange..."

Upon seeing this, Dean Terashima smiled slightly without noticing it.

"I think Jiahe Fengmo and the others must have succeeded."

Dean Terashima thought to himself.

He changed his mind, the loss of the swordsman competition, and the death of Yagyu Saemon, seemed not so uncomfortable.

stadium.

One hundred thousand viewers were still immersed in joy.

After the game, a large number of reporters rushed into the arena, scrambling to interview Ye Chonglou.

"Classmate Ye, Classmate Ye, you have defeated the genius of swordsmanship in Ying Kingdom, what do you think now?"

Ye Chonglou thought about it carefully, but he didn't have any ideas.

"It's just plain."

"Then what's your opinion on Yagyu Saemon?"

"It's quite powerful. As expected of Xinyinliu's [Mian Xu Jie Chuan], it has mastered a lot of mysteries."

"May I ask why you are so powerful and what kind of swordsmanship you practice."

"Yes, yes, tell me about your swordsmanship."

The reporters were like gibbons, shoving each other, desperately throwing their microphones in front of Ye Chonglou.

"My way of the sword?"

Ye Chonglou looked up and saw that the crowd was dense, and all the flashing lights were "cracking" non-stop.

At this time.

Ye Chonglou remembered the famous stalks from the previous world.

He coughed and said seriously: "I really have a sword manual that I can share with you."

The reporters were excited.

They're like sharks that smell blood.

"What sword manual!"

"Can you tell me something?"

"Tell me quickly, is it [Evil Resisting] or [Dugu]?"

The complexions of the old dean, the vice president of the Swordsmen Guild and others changed.

"Oops, this stunned young man won't really reveal any peerless sword manual."

"Being able to defeat Yagyu Saemon, how powerful his swordsmanship must be."

"Could it be that his kendo skills are recorded in it!"

"I can't say it, wouldn't it be bad to let the enemy learn from it!"

Dean Terashima sneered, waved his hand and said: "This stunned young man is probably overwhelmed by honor, full of vanity, and even revealed his own sword manual."

"Quickly, come someone, and record all of Ye Chonglou's sword manuals, word by word!!"

Immediately, teachers and students of Kyoto College took out pens and paper.

Not only him.

Most people pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what kind of sword manual it is, and to create a swordsman.