kvmb Chapter 163 Come, let me see your knife!
Chapter 163 Come, let me see your knife!
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Looking at the black-clad figure fleeing in the distance, Zhao Wuji raised his hand and touched his brow, activating the magic seal and striking the fleeing black-clad figure with a heavy blow.
"You son of a bitch, you're not a good person, but you have a good disciple!"
"Your disciple is really cruel and ruthless!"
"Send a message to Maoshan, saying that some ignorant creatures are breaking the rules and crossing the line!"
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"Brother, could you please say what you just said again?"
"More than ten thousand paper figures. Do I look like a centipede monster with eight arms?"
After finally finishing the paper figurine that Yang Lingxiao requested, who knew that this bastard would turn around and take out 108 banyan tree hearts for him.
For a moment, Shi Shaojian felt that his vision was getting darker and darker.
Yang Lingxiao, you big idiot!
Even your junior fellow apprentice is being exploited?
"Fu Meng, start the killing!"
"Ahhhh, Fu Meng obeys the order!"
Shi Shaojian: "..."
Yang Dabangg, you are so cruel!
When I become the headmaster, I will definitely send you to guard the gate.
"Have the methods for practicing the Human-Saving Formation been passed down?"
Yang Lingxiao asked casually.
"Pass it on, Big Brother!"
Shi Shaojian, who had barely subdued Fu Meng, quickly replied.
"Okay, keep going!"
For a moment, the chaos and Shi Shaojian's screams merged into one.
"Fu Meng, come here!"
Soon, Yang Lingxiao raised his hand, grabbed the ground and quickly escaped into the system space.
This bastard clearly has the strength of an eighth or ninth level Earth Master, but he always likes to hide behind and prepare to secretly acquire a demon pet.
What should you do if your dog is disobedient? It’s probably because you spoiled it. Just use the Lightning Thunder Fist to influence it.
"Woof... woof... the dog is being killed. Is anyone going to do anything? The owner is going to kill the dog!"
Looking at the phantom of the Sun-Swallowing God appearing above his head, Fu Meng felt as if his ancestor was waving at him.
There is no problem in calling him Xiaotian Dog in Guanjiangkou, but what should you call him after you leave Guanjiangkou?
How could I possibly provoke that gentleman?
This bite...
But when he saw Yang Lingxiao, who was tense all over and took out a three-pointed, double-edged sword with his backhand, he felt relieved again.
Because the one above his master's head is the legendary Erlang Shen Zhenjun.
Compared this way, it seems that the master is more dangerous.
"Weapons are all manifestations of murderous intent, but the most important thing is to integrate your murderous intent into them!"
"Guanjiangkou Erlang Xianshengzhenjun, please come!"
The True Lord's phantom made the same movement, raising his folding fan with his backhand and transforming it into a three-pointed knife shining with silver light.
Yang Lingxiao: “…”
The boss is indeed the boss, you can’t convince him or defeat him!
"Come, let me see your knife!" Zhenjun Phantom swung the three-pointed knife in his hand and slashed towards Yang Lingxiao's head.
Yang Lingxiao's whole body was tense, and he urged the body of the God of War to meet the attack in the same way without hesitation. The two swords collided, and endless gusts of wind and silver light burst out.
Fu Meng hesitated for just a moment before his abdomen was slashed by the phantom of the Void Devouring Sun God.
Another claw slapped down, and Fu Meng immediately became an ear.
"My Lord God, I'm sorry!" Fu Meng also rushed out, but was pressed to the ground and rubbed again and again.
In just a dozen or so breaths, the hair all over Fu Meng's body was immediately soaked in blood red.
"Damn it, damn it!"
“Swallowing the Sky…Ah!”
"I won't devour you anymore, I won't devour you anymore...Ah, Lord God, you have no moral principles."
"..."
Ignoring the miserable state of Fu Meng on the side, Yang Lingxiao's clothes were torn into pieces, and the body of the God of War was rioting wildly. Finally, despite the injury of a knife piercing through his body, he finally touched the corner of Xiansheng Zhenjun's clothes.
"Tongzi, open the gate of heaven!"
"Push all the entries up, push them up!"
Yang Lingxiao's eyes became more and more fierce, and the scarlet light in his deep pupils was now replaced by a scarlet light.
Press on!
Press on!
"Buzz!"
As more than a thousand entries disappeared, the War God's Body on the system panel had been unlocked to 50%.
At the moment when the body of the God of War was released to 50%, an indescribable divine power poured out from his surroundings, turning into inch-long air waves that spread in all directions.
The divine pattern of the Heavenly Eye between the eyebrows frequently lit up, accompanied by divine power in the void, as if it was about to break through the nine heavens.
"True Lord, come again!"
Yang Lingxiao stretched out his hand and tore off his clothes. Several flame-like patterns rose from his back and then wrapped around his left shoulder.
"brush!"
The knife shook, and the blade was as sharp as frost and as sharp as a dragon.
At the same time, somewhere in a palace embedded in the clouds.
"Um?!"
The man in black clothes who was twisting the chess piece seemed to feel something and his movements slowed down slightly. Just as he was about to sense it carefully, he was hit on the head by a jade sceptre made of floating clouds.
"Yang Jian, what have you realized?"
The Taoist priest opposite, who was wearing a Taoist robe, suddenly asked with a somewhat interested look.
"Master, Yang Jian has not realized anything!"
The man in black raised his head. His whole body exuded a pure and noble aura, with a divine pattern appearing between his eyebrows. He was undoubtedly the legendary Manifesting Saint.
"If you haven't realized it, it proves that your mind is not at peace!"
"When your mind is calm, you will naturally understand!"
The Taoist priest opposite also twisted the chess piece in his hand and then gently placed it on the chessboard in front of him.
For a moment, the sound of bells and chimes continued, sealing off the entire void.
Xiansheng Zhenjun gave a bitter smile, but could only return his gaze to the chessboard again.
There is no way. In the eyes of others, he is the Holy Lord, but in the eyes of those who hate him, he is a heartless and ruthless god of justice.
But in the eyes of his master, he, a true god, was at most a bad disciple with a naughty temper.
"Good friend, take up the sword and kill!"
The voice of Xuanyuan Sword Spirit sounded, and then it was held in the center of his palm through the void.
The swords and knives collided, and the brutality was overwhelming.
With the blessing of both, Yang Lingxiao now looked like a ball of red flame.
The flames blocked his eyes and frequently collided with the phantom of Lord Xukong.
The surrounding air waves surged out, knocking Fu Meng off the stage. Streams of light flashed down, healing all the injuries on his body.
"Master, let me help you!"
Fu Meng turned over and jumped out, attacking the direction of Zhenjun's phantom from the right.
The phantom attack was extremely graceful, like a vague mass of nothingness, but as swift as a frosty wind.
Yang Lingxiao's attack was as fierce as fire and never stopped.
Holding a sword in hand, he seemed to have no plan at all.
But this reckless fighting style gave him a slight advantage.
Fu Meng bit and ate continuously, taking advantage of the gaps to pounce frequently.
After a stick of incense, the phantom of the True Lord seemed to be bored and stopped defending, turning to attack.
After just two encounters, the trident was immediately knocked away, and the hand holding the Xuanyuan sword was cracked at the knuckles, making it difficult to lift it up.
"You are very good!"
"But, you still have to die!"
"clumsy!"
The True Lord let go and threw the three-pointed knife down, and it pierced Yang Lingxiao's chest with the force of breaking through the air.
"good friend!"
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