President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Dragon

Between heaven and earth, quiet down.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at the headless body in the air, their faces full of disbelief.

A demi-saint has fallen?

You must know that the semi-sage is already the ceiling of combat power in today's martial arts world.

Now, he was actually headed by a sword.

Even the soul couldn't escape, and died directly.

"Bold!"

"you wanna die!"

The two half-sages who fought against Zhang Wufeng finally came to their senses, shouted angrily, and rushed towards Zhang Wufeng together.

Zhang Wufeng didn't know where he came from, so he took out a wine gourd, took a sip leisurely, and played with the taste: "Three people open together, neither of them is a seasoned opponent, two people will do it?"

While speaking, he pointed at the sword and swung two sword qi.

Wherever the sword qi passed, there were cracks in the space, as if they could be broken at any time.

While the world is recovering, the prehistoric space is also being strengthened. The current prehistoric world is strong enough to withstand the battle between saints.

In other words, Zhang Wufeng's two sword qi are already comparable to the power of a saint.

The two semi-sage patriarchs all changed their faces and quickly dodged to one side.

The two sword qi almost brushed against their ears, causing them to break into a cold sweat.

"This guy, why is he so strong?"

A semi-sage ancestor said with an ugly expression.

Zhang Wufeng smiled faintly: "It's not that the old way is too strong, it's that you are too useless!"

"you……"

The semi-sacred patriarch wanted to refute with a gloomy face, but they were indeed not Zhang Wufeng's opponents.

Zhang Wufeng continued: "Using the resources scavenged from the entire Baomeng Pavilion, you are piled up as semi-sages. With your waste of qualifications, what face do you have to take those opportunities? Do you still remember the original intention of Baomeng Pavilion to come to the secular world? ?”

The face of the semi-sacred patriarch changed, "Who the hell are you?"

Zhang Wufeng said indifferently: "The poor Taoist Zhang Wufeng, he learned from the Wudang Sword School."

The half-sacred patriarch brightened his eyes and said with a smile: "It turns out that he is a Taoist friend of Wudang. My ancestor and the seniors of Wudang also had some connections. If we really want to count, we are all our own people, so why fight here. Kill kill?"

Zhang Wufeng snorted coldly, "Poverty is ashamed to be with you."

The semi-sage ancestor looked ugly, "Fellow Daoist, it's a bit too much for you to say that, isn't it? Everyone is a semi-sage, why don't you sit down and have a good chat? If possible, fellow Taoist can also join Baomeng Pavilion."

Zhang Wufeng sneered: "Join you and search for opportunities in the world? The old man would like to ask, do you still remember the original intention of Baomeng Pavilion entering the world?"

The two half saints had gloomy faces and did not speak.

Zhang Wufeng sneered, "Since I forgot, the old Taoist will help you recall it.

Back then, Baomeng Pavilion was established in the secular world, and moved to the mountain and sea world as a whole.

Later, considering that the secular world was too chaotic, a team of people was sent to rebuild Baomeng Pavilion in the secular world.

Their original intention is to lead the secular trend, in case those foreign forces take the opportunity to invade.

It is precisely because of this that Baomeng Pavilion has established a rule not to participate in the struggle between any forces.

But now?What are you doing?

Not only mutilated compatriots, but also joined forces with the Hunyuan faction. Do you remember the color of the blood that bleeds on your body? "

Zhang Wufeng shouted the last sentence.

The faces of the semi-sage patriarchs of Baomeng Pavilion turned green and purple.

Those ordinary members fell into silence.

They all know the rule of Baomeng Pavilion, but they don't know that there is such a story in it.

Thinking of what they had done these days, they were a little confused.

Even the elders hesitated.

Are they doing this right?

Zhang Wufeng took another sip of wine, and said lightly: "You just said a good sentence, Baomeng Pavilion and Wudang are indeed allies, and they have fought side by side.

It is precisely because of this that the old Taoist cannot allow you to continue making mistakes.

If you can't turn your head back, the old Taoist will behead your heads!I believe that even if the ancestors of Baomeng Pavilion stood here, they would not say anything! "

Shen Nian chuckled, "Senior is right, I'll kill you today, and return a healthy competition to all forces in Kyushu!"

He controlled three pieces of imperial weapons and two pieces of quasi-emperor weapons, sealing off all the escape routes of a semi-sacred ancestor.

Then, he rushed forward with his bare hands.

"Nine-turn Kaitian Fist!"

He hadn't used this move for a long time, but it didn't mean it was useless.

On the contrary, as a battle technique evolved from the fame technique of Qingtian Shenghuang, the power of the nine-turn Kaitian Fist is not weak at all.

The current Shen Nian has already been able to swing the seventh punch.

Borrowing strength from the void, he directly swung the first six punches, and then swung the seventh punch at the semi-holy patriarch.

His whole body was tense, and he displayed the Heavenly Desolation Dao Body, and his physical strength was brought to the extreme.

Void, forming a crack.

This punch was unbearable even in space, reaching the strength of a saint.

All eyes were attracted.

Everyone's eyes widened, watching this scene in disbelief.

A martial artist in the Divine Spirit Realm actually struck a blow from a saint?

On the opposite side, the semi-sacred patriarch panicked.

The warrior's crisis warning kept reminding him that this punch made him feel a strong breath of death.

However, his retreat was blocked.

Those few imperial weapons were not something he could break through in a short time.

In desperation, he could only do his best to resist.

To be on the safe side, he took out all the magic weapons he was carrying and piled them up in front of him.

At the same time, run the aura in the body to prop up a defensive light curtain.

boom--

Shen Nian's fist hit him.

Those magical treasures that were piled up turned into powder in an instant, and they couldn't hold on for even a second.

Immediately afterwards, the fist landed on the aura light curtain.

Two seconds later, the light curtain shattered, and Shen Nian's fist landed directly on the semi-sage ancestor.

boom--

In the air, a cloud of blood fog appeared in an instant.

That semi-sacred patriarch was smashed into pieces by a single punch.

whoosh-

In the blood mist, the spirit of the semi-sacred patriarch rushed out and was about to escape.

On the Samsara Sword, a stream of sword energy was directly cut out, destroying the Dao God Realm.

The surroundings became quiet again.

In just a few minutes, two half saints fell, which brought them a great visual impact.

"Haha, good boy, I really underestimated you, so let's compare and see who will end the battle first!"

Zhang Wufeng laughed and said.

Shen Nian smiled slightly, "Since that's the case, this junior will not be polite!"

After saying that, he flew directly towards the mountain range transformed by Shanhaiyin.

Under that mountain, there is still a semi-saint.

Seeing this, Zhang Wufeng chuckled lightly, "It's really a trick, but it's not that easy to win against Pindao."

He raised his head and took a big sip of wine.

puff--

Immediately, he spit out the wine and turned into a long sword in the air.

He raised his hand, held the hilt of the sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at the two half-sage ancestors opposite.

"Two, it's time for you to hit the road!"

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