World of Warcraft Sword Saint

In the sea, every city and the large tracts of land outside it will be equipped with a magic circle. This magic circle can make the sea people walk on the flat land as if they are on land, without worrying about the buoyancy of the sea. Push people up.

Therefore, the war between the fortresses, the kind of confrontation, and the battlefield on the human continent are almost the same. Of course, this has to be except for race and appearance...

On the battlefield where the killing shouts shook the sky, looking around, the azure fighting spirit violently shot out, bringing strong waves. It was the unique fighting spirit of the sea clan, the sea fighting spirit...

While all the sergeants are fighting, the corners of their eyes are always locked on the void, the four opposing faint figures...There is the main battlefield that decides who wins and loses, and his own combat mode is there. From the perspective of a powerful person of this level, perhaps it is no different from a clown show...

On the wall of the fortress, Jing'er's beautiful eyes swept across the battlefield, and the softly drunk command to kill, spit out coldly from that rosy and alluring little mouth...

Commanding the sea archer to knock back a wave of enemies, Jing'er raised her pretty face and looked at the four people on the void, who had not moved at all, and the corners of her mouth raised a confident arc.

"As long as the two old guys don't come down, the army of the Xiya Dynasty will definitely not be able to climb half of the city wall. Grandpa, Liu Feng... it's up to you.

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Listening to the sound of smashing and killing from below, Liu Feng glanced lightly from the corner of his eyes, looking at the Xiya army that could not rush into the fortress within a hundred meters of the fortress wall. The Western Emperor and the Western Emperor, who were still standing still, raised their brows and hugged their arms, and their spiritual thoughts broke out. Lock the two firmly.

"Hey, since it doesn't move, just don't move it all the time."

Perceiving that powerful thought, the expressions of the Western Emperor and the Western Emperor changed slightly, and their eyes were a little surprised. How could this kid's thoughts reach such a level? This is probably close to the level of heaven, right?

The two looked at each other, their thumbs slightly raised, and they nodded slightly. Years of tacit understanding allowed them to know the meaning of each other's actions. For example, now...

Join forces to kill the young man in white.

With a fierce kick on the toes above the void, two streamers appeared in front of and behind Liu Feng, two iron fists mixed with turbulent energy, slammed into his chest and back vest.

"Damn, despicable, here's another trick, grass." Bosidon yelled angrily when he saw the two men's behavior. The trigeminal in his hand brought a huge dark blue vindictiveness, and viciously pierced the head of the Western Emperor.

Turning his back to Bosi Dundi Xidi, he noticed the cold energy behind him, his eyes narrowed slightly, his right fist continued to hit Liu Feng's chest, his left hand gently waved behind him, and he coldly shouted, "The space is frozen."

"clang."

The three forks mixed with dark blue vindictive air fought fiercely with the solidified space in front of him, and the fork-tip vindictive air surged out, and in an instant, it cracked the frozen space away. Above the trigeminal, the energy rose again, and slashed straight towards the head of the Western Emperor.

The solidification of the space can only stop Posidon for a short while. Xidi knew this very well. He did not expect the solidification of the space to have any special effects, he wanted. It was just that short moment...

As long as he and the Western Emperor solve this young holy rank who does not seem to have much combat experience, then relying on the tacit cooperation between the two of him, it is definitely a matter of grasping the sky-ranked Posidon, as long as it is solved. These two people, the Beihai Dynasty... only collapsed and dissipated...

However, many things were not as beautiful as they had imagined. The Western Emperor and the Western Emperor wanted to pick soft persimmons, but they didn't know that they had chosen this time. But it is an iron lump hidden under the persimmon. A lump too iron to bite...

Seeing that his fist was only a short distance away from the white shirt, Xihuang's slightly squinted eyes flashed with excitement and grinning, but soon, the excitement still remaining in his eyes instantly turned into astonishment. .

The fists of the Western Emperor and the Western Emperor passed straight through Liu Feng's body, and smashed into each other fiercely.

"boom."

Two figures flew upside down above the void. The Western Emperor, who was not as powerful as the Western Emperor, couldn't help but spilled blood from the corner of his mouth. His toes slammed on the void, and he was about to rush forward to meet the Western Emperor. The cold and sharp energy from the top of his head made him retreat tens of meters away again...

Holding the magnificent hilt of the "Suolong", Liu Feng smiled at the Western Emperor in front of him. A few cold sword flowers flashed under the "Suolong" lightly...

"Friend, is it fast?" Xihuang smiled coldly, and on his palm, a generous stainless steel broadsword shone out.

"Unhappy,

Compared with the speed of the sneak attack, it is not worth mentioning. "Liu Feng smiled at Mimi's scoffing pupils, and cold light passed by.

"Hey, what kind of power is my friend, why have I never heard of it in the Sea Clan for so many years?" On the Xihuang Broadsword, a deep blue grudge burst out, shaking the void slightly.

"In the sea, there are countless strong hermits, and you are the ones who are uneasy to practice, but participate in the war of the dynasty. When the two supreme lords and Bosden come out, hehe..." Liu Feng laughed and laughed.

Hearing these two names resounding through the entire Sea Clan, Xihuang's expression changed, and a panic pale flashed across that rampant face, but he was soon hidden by him and snorted coldly: " Don't come to scare me. Those two haven't appeared in hundreds of years, maybe they've already..."

Looking at his somewhat disoriented face, Liu Feng curled his lips in disdain, glanced at the Xidi and Bosidon who had already started fighting, raised the "Suolong" with itchy hands, and pointed the tip of the sword at the Xihuang far away. He whispered: "Holy terrace-level powerhouse, Lord Xihuang..." My eyes were slightly narrowed, cold light burst out, and the cold voice said: "Today, let you become the second strongest Saint-level landed in my hand..."

"What an arrogant tone, I have been at the top of the prefecture-level for more than a hundred years, would you still be afraid of you as a little boy who has only reached the prefectural level." Xihuang sneered, holding a big knife in both hands, and facing Liu Feng from a distance. Slashing down...

"laugh."

Three dark blue swords with a length of four to five feet long, like a dark blue horse, cut through the void, brought fierce power, and slashed down at Liu Feng fiercely...

Seeing that the three realms are constantly intertwining in the void, and while using each other's energy to increase speed, they also faintly lock the space around them. Liu Feng has to say, a person who can be promoted to a strong holy rank. Sure enough, there is no fuel-efficient lamp...

The spiritual energy in the body rushed and flowed along the meridians into the "locking dragon", the sword tip trembled slightly, the crisp sound of the sword sounded low, and a long silver white sword pierced and spit out the sword. Above the tip...

With the corners of his mouth raised slightly, Liu Feng held the "locking dragon" tightly, and slashed away lightly against the dark blue blades of the three gusts of wind.

"Wow."

The crisp sound of the sharp sword entering the paper brocade sounded low above the void.

Seeing his blade light that was cut into several pieces and quickly dissipated, Xi Huang frowned and said in a deep voice: "What a weird fighting spirit, which clan are you from? Why are you not using the unique fighting spirit of the sea clan? ?"

"It's your ass." Liu Feng sneered, his thin body swayed above the void, and suddenly appeared behind the iron-faced Western Empress, "Suolong" unceremoniously toward the open door on the back. Leaving swiftly, the sharp sword gang on the tip of the sword stirred up a circle of spatial ripples above the void, and gradually drifted away.

"Ding Dang."

The fragile sound of steel strikes resounded above the void, and after the sound, two large sabers that were turned into fragments fell from the void, smashing a few unlucky ghosts to death...

Xihuang's toes stomped rapidly in the void, and after he had brought Liu Feng more than a hundred meters away, he dared to stop, staring at the weird weapon in his hand in amazement, and his heart was tumbling... unexpectedly able to contain his own grievance. Is your stainless steel knife split? This is a legendary weapon, it is impossible to do it...

"Relying on the sharpness of the weapon, what's so great? There is a way to put down the weapon to fight." When the weapon was cut by a little boy, Xihuang's face flushed, and he shouted out loudly~www.wuxiaspot.com~Listen At this point, Liu Feng was sluggish... After a long time, he took a deep breath and suffocated two words from his mouth.

"SB."

The figure shook again, and between several flashes, he appeared in front of the Western Emperor again, raising his sword and slashing fiercely.

"Ding, clang."

Crisp sounds continued to sound above the void, and every time the sound of steel strikes, there would always be two broken knives.

The four figures are above the void, fighting clearly and clearly, with extremely fast figures, fighting fiercely at a speed that surpasses the naked eye.

The countless sergeants underneath could only see the occasional afterimages, or the sparks of weapon strikes, and the broken knives that fell, but the real combat figures could only smell their bodies, but could not see them.

The battle of the holy rank, how can ordinary people look around at will.

The victory or defeat of the holy rank represents the victory or defeat of the war of hundreds of thousands of people on both sides...