Gods and Demons Are Unparalleled

"The mighty sword energy breaks through thousands of troops!"

Facing the countless afterimages, Zhan Yunlong once again unleashed the Haoran Demon Subduing Sword, and countless sword qi exploded directly, soaring into the sky, and swept towards Mo Danfeng.

A cold light flickered in Modanfeng's eyes, and the fleshy wings on his back blocked it like a shield in front of him.

The mighty subduing demon sword qi pierced on the fleshy wings of Mo Danfeng, piercing blood holes one by one.

It's just that the grand sword qi breaks through thousands of armies, the sword qi is scattered, and its power is far inferior to the attacking sword style like the grand sword qi piercing the sky, and it cannot penetrate the fleshy wings of Modanfeng.

Within a breath, Mo Danfeng immediately broke through and appeared in front of Zhan Yunlong, spread his fleshy wings, and slammed a palm on Zhan Yunlong's back, terrifying power erupted instantly.

Zhan Yunlong instantly condensed his true energy and gathered it behind his back, but was still blasted by Mo Danfeng's palm to break through the defense, spewing out a big mouthful of blood, and flew to the side like a catfish.

"Go to hell!"

Mo Danfeng's eyes were red, his figure was flickering, and he appeared in front of Zhan Yunlong with many phantoms. He blasted dozens of palms in a row, blasting into Zhan Yunlong's body with terrifying power, and blasted Zhan Yunlong repeatedly. He vomited blood and looked pale.

"Brother Zhan!"

"Stop! He has already lost!"

"This battle, we admit defeat and let Senior Brother Zhan come down!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, the members of the Chivalry Sect were about to burst into tears, a surge of rage welled up in their hearts, they stood up, and shouted loudly.

The terrifying aura of the referee who was born at the eighth level of heaven and the peak of Xiantian spread out in an instant, and the elders who enveloped all the chivalrous sects said coldly: "He hasn't surrendered himself, so it's not considered a failure. If you say it again, I will punish you for interfering with the game !"

Interfering with the competition will result in the abolishment of martial arts, and in severe cases, they will be killed on the spot. The chivalrous sect had no choice but to watch Zhan Yunlong being bombarded by the Modan wind in anger and helplessness.

On the box, Luo Mingshu saw this scene, a gloomy look flashed across his face, he glanced at Sikong Miexin at the side, and said in a deep voice: "Sikong Miexin, our chivalrous clan admit defeat in this battle, let Mo Danfeng stop!"

Sikong Miexin smiled faintly: "This does not comply with the rules. According to the rules, he must admit defeat in person to be considered a failure. He is now in the ring, and he did not admit defeat himself, so naturally he is not considered a loser. This rule is our three sects. It’s decided, don’t tell me you want to go back on your word!”

A cold light flashed in Luo Mingshu's eyes, he suppressed the endless anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Of course, my chivalrous sect will not go back on this rule. But when the time comes, you Luoshan Sect don't go back on it. .”

Modanfeng blasted dozens of palms one after another on the vital points of Zhan Yunlong's body, shattering the meridians of Zhan Yunlong's body, and then blasted Zhan Yunlong's heart with heavy palms, and the violent true energy burst out. He flew Zhan Yunlong directly out of the ring and fell to the ground.

The referee glanced at Zhan Yunlong below and said coldly: "Mo Danfeng wins!"

"Brother!"

"Brother Zhan!"

"..."

The girl from the Chivalry Sect came to Zhan Yunlong in an instant, Yin Ruoqi, with tears all over her face, hugged Zhan Yunlong in her arms, took out a elixir and put it in Zhan Yunlong's mouth.

Mo Danfeng flew to the edge of the ring and looked down at the Chivalry Sect. His eyes were filled with gloating, and he sarcastically said: "Sorry, I accidentally killed him by mistake. But, speaking of it, it was also his own fault. His strength is too weak, it is simply vulnerable. Such a level is shameful, it is really courting death, even if you die, you deserve it. You say, right? Haha!"

Yin Ruoqi glared at Mo Danfeng and roared angrily: "You did it on purpose! Senior Brother Zhan has clearly lost his fighting power, yet you still attack him like this, you bastard, you are not human!"

Modanfeng smiled coldly, and retorted: "Which eye of yours saw me on purpose? There are ruthless fists and feet in the ring, and no eyes for swords and swords. He insists on refusing to admit defeat, what can I do? He has fallen into such an end, completely It’s because he’s too weak. The first person in the True Legend of Chivalry Sect is only at this level, which is really disappointing. And it looks like your Chivalry Sect can’t afford to lose. If you can’t afford to lose, go back now, old man Just stay at home honestly."

Su Han strode towards this side, glanced at Mo Danfeng, and said coldly: "Senior Sister Yin, don't talk about it, there is nothing to say to this transvestite who is neither human nor demon. How can a demon monster understand human language? We are humans, and talking to low-level creatures like human demons is a self-deprecation. You should take good care of Senior Brother Zhan."

Mo Danfeng was furious when he heard the words, murderous intent surged in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Stinky boy, what are you talking about? Who are you calling a shemale?"

Mo Danfeng has the bloodline of the ancient great monster Dafengdiao. This incident has always made him ashamed. He hates people calling him a monster the most in his life.

"Shemale, get out of here! This is the place of our chivalrous sect, and you are not welcome here. If you don't get out, I'll let the referee drive you out!" Su Han's gaze fell on the Luoshan sect referee, and Han He said: "Referee, this **** has violated the rules by coming to my Chivalrous Sect seat to harass us. If you still don't let him go, don't tell me you want to be selfish?"

In front of the heroes of the world, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the referee of the Luoshan Sect, although he wanted to be selfish, could only say to Mo Danfeng in a deep voice: "Go back to your own seat."

Modanfeng smiled ferociously at Su Han, stroked his palm lightly on his neck, smiled contemptuously, and proudly walked towards his seat.

"Sure enough, even among the three major martial arts holy places, Luoshan Sect's strength is frighteningly strong."

"That's right! Mo Danfeng is not the strongest among the six people sent by the Luoshan Sect, but he even easily defeated the first person in the True Legend of Chivalry Sect, Zhan Yunlong. The background of the Luoshan Sect is really terrifying. It is worthy of being the first of the three holy places!"

"Sure enough, you can't offend Luo Shanzong at any time!"

"..."

Seeing that Mo Danfeng defeated Zhan Yunlong, the leaders of the major forces in the audience were all talking, and they had a deeper understanding of the strength of Luoshanzong. It completely shattered the thoughts of those forces against Luo Shanzong.

Zhan Yunlong, whose heart was almost shattered by Mo Danfeng's palm, struggled to open his eyes, and said with great difficulty: "Junior Brother Su! Junior Brother Su! Cough! Cough!"

Seeing Zhan Yunlong, Su Han felt sad, and hurried to Zhan Yunlong's side, holding his hands: "Brother! I'm here!"

"Master...brother! For the...glory of the sect, you must...must...win. The rest of the juniors will abandon..." Zhan Yunlong opened his eyes wide, held his breath, said a few words abruptly, and then breathed out Jue opened his eyes and fell to the ground. Originally, his heart had been shattered, and he only relied on his innate qi to hang his life. Now that innate qi dissipated, he could only die powerlessly.

"Brother Zhan!"

"Brother Zhan!!"

"..."

Seeing the scene of Zhan Yun's death, all the members of the Chivalry Sect let out a mournful cry, and tears kept falling down.

Su Han looked at Zhan Yunlong who fell to the ground and died, his nose was sour, and tears flowed from his eyes. Zhan Yunlong is an upright person, and treats his fellow sects like a spring breeze, regards the glory of the sect as his own life, even at the last moment of his life, what he considers is the honor of the sect and the safety of his brothers and sisters. In the Chivalry Sect, it is because of people like Zhan Yunlong that Su Han truly regards the Chivalrous Sect as his second home. He also admired Zhan Yunlong very much, not for his martial arts, but for his character.

Su Han said firmly: "Brother Zhan, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations. To win this grand victory, I will take all the glory into my hands. Protect senior brothers and sisters, please rest in peace."

Hearing this, Zhan Yunlong, who had opened his eyes to die, closed them all at once, with a serene expression on his face.

"Brother Zhan!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, many members of the Chivalry Sect broke down in tears and cried into a ball.

The referee glanced at the Chivalry Gate and said in a deadpan expression, "Han Wuqing is against Su Han!"

A man with a big sword on his back, wearing black clothes, a single ponytail, and a long scar on his face, with a ferocious appearance, made people fearful at first glance, jumped onto the ring, and looked down. Looking at Su Han, murderous aura surged in his eyes.

"Knife Demon Han is ruthless! A few years ago, he single-handedly killed the two elders of the Ruthless Demon Sect of the Demon Sect. The combat power is extremely terrifying."

"What, he was able to escape from the hands of a strong man at the peak of innate, it's amazing!"

"It looks like Su Han is in danger."

"Chivalry is not lucky. It seems that the two masters will be eliminated in the first round this time."

"..."

Seeing the sword demon Han Wuqing enter the stage, the leaders of many surrounding forces immediately talked about it. There are nine innate realms. Among them, the first to third level of innate is the early stage of innate, the fourth to sixth level of innate is the middle stage of innate, the seventh level of innate is the late stage of innate, the eighth level of innate is the peak of innate, and the ninth level of innate is the congenital Dzogchen.

The gaps between the innate early stage, middle stage, late stage, peak, and Dzogchen are all huge. A strong person at the peak of innate ability can even instantly kill a strong person at the late stage of innate ability. The strong men who can reach the peak of innate ability are also geniuses who have achieved innate strength and have terrifying combat power. Han Wuqing was able to escape from such a character, his strength can be imagined.

Su Han also jumped directly onto the ring.

Han Wuqing looked down at Su Hanhan with a cold face and said, "You are Su Han! How dare you kill me, the true biography of the Luoshan Sect**? It is a heinous crime. Kneel down, cut off one arm, abolish martial arts, and then automatically admit defeat. See you later Go to our Luoshan Sect's ** and take refuge, so that you still have a way out. Otherwise, Zhan Yunlong's end will be your future."

"It's just because you don't have that kind of ability. Besides, you don't need me to defeat you. Come and play with them! Come on!" Su Han's eyes flashed coldly, and he took out five cards Throwing the yellow turban wrestler talisman, the aura flashed, and five yellow turban wrestlers suddenly appeared in front of him.

"what is that?"

"Yellow Turban Warrior! That's a talisman puppet formed from the Ninth Grade Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman. This kind of puppets are only suitable for coolies? How can he use such puppets to fight against the enemy!"

"Provocation, this is definitely a naked provocation!"

"..."

Seeing the five burly yellow scarf fighters, everyone in the auditorium immediately talked about it, and their eyes were full of surprise.

The Yellow Turban Talisman Talisman is a first-grade talisman. Although it is precious, there are still a lot of it in existence. The combat strength of the low-level yellow scarf fighters can only be compared with the masters of the acquired fifth-level strong energy. For ordinary people, it is almost invincible, but for the innately strong, these are just toys.

Qiu Tianhen looked at the five yellow turban wrestlers on the field and frowned slightly, thinking in his heart: "What's going on? Su Han actually used the yellow turban wrestler talisman to meet the enemy? Is he crazy?"

Puzzled eyes fell on Su Han. They didn't know why Su Han took out the lowest-level puppet like the Yellow Turban Warrior.

Only the many disciples of the Chivalry Sect looked at Su Han with confidence in their eyes, they all knew the terrifying strength Su Han possessed.

"Su Han, you succeeded. You succeeded in **** me off! I will teach you how to be a man!" Han Wuqing was furious, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the spirit knife behind his back flew into his body without wind. In his hand, he took a step forward, and an incomparably terrifying saber movement immediately spread in all directions.

"Sword posture! Sure enough, he has also practiced sword posture!"

"As expected of the name of the sword demon, his sword power is stronger than Zhan Yunlong's sword power just now! He is indeed the evil genius of the Luoshan sect!"

"..."

Feeling Han Wuqing unleashing the terrifying saber gesture that surpassed Zhan Yunlong, everyone in the auditorium suddenly changed their expressions, and there were many discussions.

"The competition begins!""

As soon as the referee's words fell, Su Han immediately pointed at Han Wuqing, and said coldly, "Go!"

The five yellow turban warriors stepped a little, and immediately followed a mysterious trajectory, and rushed towards Han Wuqing directly at a moving speed comparable to that of the innate first-tier heavenly powerhouses.

"What a speed! Is this still the Yellow Turban Luxor Talisman?"

"It's so fast! This speed is already the speed of an innate first-tier heavenly powerhouse!"

"So, don't these five yellow scarf fighters have the combat power of the innate early stage powerhouses!"

"The five innate powerhouses made a move. It seems that Su Han is not talking out loud, but has real skills. Maybe he has the ability to fight Han Wuqing."

"..."

Seeing the moving speed of the five yellow-turban wrestlers, there was a commotion in the auditorium. The Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman is a ninth-grade talisman, and generally even the super-class Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman only has the combat power of the spiritual realm. These five yellow turban warriors actually possessed innate combat power, it was extremely shocking. Any one of these five yellow turban warriors would be a priceless treasure among those big forces.

Sikong Mie looked at the five yellow-turban warriors, his gaze changed slightly, and he looked at Luo Mingshu: "The innate-level yellow-turban warrior amulet! Could it be that this was drawn by Su Han?"

That innate yellow turban warrior was vulnerable to Sikong Miexin. But for a sect, if it has a large number of innate-level yellow scarf warriors, it will greatly improve the strength of a sect. You must know that innate powerhouses are the core backbone of a sect, and there are not many innate powerhouses in the nine holy places.

King Qiu Lei looked at Su Han below, his eyes filled with remorse, and he was even more angry with that Gongsun Long in his heart: "Grandmaster of the Spirit Talisman, could it be that Su Han is still a Master of the Spirit Talisman! Wushuang Dao of Formation, Wushuang of Sword Dao, now add Shangfu Dao Wushuang, **** it, such a peerless genius should be a talent from our Gu Yuezong. Gongsun Long, that bastard, really deserves to die!"

Luo Mingshu looked at Su Han, and a flash of horror also flashed in his eyes: "Fu Dao Wushuang! It's unbelievable! He is proficient in array, sword, and talisman at the same time. How did he do it? Whether it is array It would take a lifetime for any genius to study the Dao of the Sword, the Dao of the Talisman, or the Dao of Talismans. How did he do it? It’s too monstrous! Is the appearance of the ancient mighty majesty so monstrous?”

Luo Mingshu was very clear that no one in the Chivalry School could draw the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman with innate combat power, and these five Yellow Turban Warrior Talismans could only be drawn by Su Han himself. And it can't be something brought out from the ancient Da Neng ruins. Because this yellow scarf warrior talisman with innate combat power is **** to the ancient powerhouses, they cannot spend precious spiritual power to protect this kind of rubbish.

"I thought you had some means. It turned out that you relied on the five Yellow Turban Warrior Talismans with innate combat power! Let me chop up these toys! The magic sword dances wildly!"

A coldness flashed in Han Wuqing's eyes, and he roared furiously. The violent saber momentum and his innate true energy converged together, and countless saber shadows were split out instantly, with the jet-black blade light soaring into the sky, like a demon dancing wildly, the saber momentum Like a storm, it swept towards the five yellow-headed wrestlers.

The five yellow-headed wrestlers immediately displayed all kinds of unimaginable movements under the extremely violent blade light, and their bodies twisted continuously, letting the black blade light cut on their bodies, crushing their bodies. A large part of the body was chopped off ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At the same time, he still rushed towards Han Wuqing fiercely.

Unlike human beings, as long as the core talisman is not damaged and the aura is not exhausted, the Yellow Turban Warrior can keep fighting.

A cold light flickered in Han Wuqing's eyes, looking at the yellow turban warriors who had been cut to pieces and only protected the core talisman, he smiled coldly, and instantly slashed five sword qi towards the five yellow turban warriors: " You idiot, the location of your talisman has been exposed, come here now, and break it for me!"

A cold light flickered in Su Han's eyes, and he shouted coldly: "Explosion!"

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The five yellow turban warriors flashed with aura, and in an instant, huge explosions happened one after another, and the terrifying explosion light suddenly swallowed Han Wuqing directly. Above the arena, shrouded in that terrifying explosion light, formed a small mushroom cloud.

The smoke and dust from the explosion dissipated, and Han Wuqing was blown to pieces, his face was completely changed, his body was covered in blood, and he fell to the ground, life or death unknown. (To be continued.)

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