Chapter 1005
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"Xi remnant scar!" Wei Tian shouted.
With the disappearance of the sword light, a thin figure appeared, which was the residue of Xi.
His face was also filled with a smile: "residual scar has seen three martial uncles."
"No, you haven't seen it." Wei Tian hurriedly flew over: "just stop him. Who told you to kill him with a sword. Oh, that's good. They both killed an opponent. I fought for a long time and didn't get anything. Instead, you got a bargain."
Xi canhong said with a smile, "it's my nephew's incompetence. Martial uncle also knows that my nephew is only good at assassination, not at keeping people. So I'm a little heavy. Please forgive me, martial uncle."
Wei Tian said to the guest, "don't do this, boy. Say, have you been hiding here waiting for a chance?"
Although Xi remnant trace is the purple mansion, it always follows the way of assassination. The art of hiding is unparalleled in the world. As long as he wants to hide, I'm afraid no one can find him in the moon washing sect except yuntianlan and Tang Jie, even Lingxiao and Xiao Biehan.
However, because of this, he is not good at face-to-face combat and is often assassinated.
In peacetime, such practices are not elegant, and Xi remnant scar has little chance to show. However, in this cultivation war, the assassination method of Xi remnant scar is of great use.
He haunts the battlefield, has high cultivation and strong strength, and never loves war. He leaves with one blow. He can be said that no one can make use of fighter planes. Therefore, he has won the nickname of a messenger of the underworld on the battlefield.
The remnant mark of the night is the best portrayal of his danger.
Cai junyang and the three of them have fought and killed for many days since the war began, but they finally opened today and killed one Zifu each. The Xi remnant mark, including Wei Tianchong's, has four lives in Zifu. No wonder Wei Tianchong is so unhappy.
At this moment, facing Wei Tianchong's question, Xi remnant mark just said: "the battlefield of xifengling is urgent. The second younger martial brother has gone to support. Send me to urge several martial uncles to go quickly."
As soon as we heard the word "second younger martial brother", everyone was solemn at once.
The younger martial brother of Xi remnant mark is naturally the two tigers brought back from Qingyun by Tang robbery.
But now erhu is no longer erhu, but the famous blood saber King Po Sha.
The word "broken evil" not only represents his life, man and temperament, but also represents his secret, destiny and road.
According to the Zifu Huadian, the great destiny technique of Tang robbery did not care for Wang Po Sha, but let him do it himself.
But as the son of fate, it will be sooner or later for him to achieve the purple house.
In fact, this job was sooner or later faster than everyone thought. Shortly after Wei Tianchong and others were promoted to Zifu, Wang bosha broke through the bottleneck in a closed pass and successfully promoted to Zifu.
Wang bosha, who was promoted to Zifu by himself, was much stronger than his peers in strength from the beginning. Even Cai junyang, who was known as the strongest among Tang Jie's early classmates, was inferior to erhu.
In addition, he was serious, patient and won the public's praise. He was highly valued by the senior management of the Baptist moon sect. He was soon regarded as the successor of the Baptist moon sect after Lingxiao xuanyue. Since Tang Jiezhi is not the sect leader, he is likely to succeed Xuan Yue in the future.
In the face of the future little patriarch, even if it is stronger than Cai junyang, Qi Shaoming and others appreciate him.
At this moment, hearing what he meant, they did not hesitate to fly to the battlefield of xifengling.
Xifengling battlefield is one of the main nodes of the parallel array. There are 36 array eyes in this area. Once this place is broken, it will have a serious impact on the whole array structure. In order to ensure safety, the moon washing sect has set up a Jinsha array here, which is protected by Qianqing sect.
Nevertheless, the battlefield of xifengling has encountered an unprecedented attack by the demons and demons, and the three sons of Qingyang and the double evil spirits of the demon sect who once shot in the change of cloud dream are responsible for the attack, with a total of 12 strong people in the purple mansion.
In the face of such situations, qianqingzong was unable to support, so he had to ask for help. Wang Posha heard that he personally led a team to the first aid, but he was the only one, and Xi residual scar was sent here to urge for help.
After hearing what Xi remnant Mark said at this moment, Cai junyang said, "what are you waiting for? Don't go quickly!"
The four men have rushed to the battlefield of xifengling.
The battlefield of Xifeng ridge, where the golden wind is dancing wildly, the sand sea is surging, and there is a loud cry of killing. Friars of demon and demon families are killing everywhere.
In an open space in the south of the Jinsha array, a big man with a rust knife and a fine red upper body is fighting with three friars. It is the two tigers in those years. Today, the young leader of the moon washing sect, the blood knife king, breaks the Sha.
The three monks who were hostile to him were all purple house accomplishments. They had great powers, and they could see the boundless storm caused by their powers and spells everywhere. Wang Po Sha was completely fearless and ran around in the stormy sea.
His fighting style is very simple. There are no gorgeous magical powers, no mysterious secrets, no difficult to understand, strange magical powers and spells, and he doesn't rely on divine treasures. He just swipes around with a rusty broken knife. However, the three purple friars are extremely afraid of this simple knife technique and dare not let it close to themselves.
And their magic powers acted on Wang Posha's body, like a storm blowing through the human body, raising traces of blood and scratching. Wang Po Sha was still unconscious, just waving his knife. Only when you look carefully can you find that with his sword waving, those magic powers are automatically broken and annihilated under this waving, turning into the most primitive spirit wave.
Nevertheless, in the face of the joint attack of the three purple house practitioners, Wang Posha's rusty knife still waved more and more slowly. As his action slowed down, the attack from his opponent was obviously fierce, and the wounds on Wang Posha began to increase significantly, more and more, more and more dense. Wang Po Sha didn't feel it at all. He just kept waving his knife.
Go!
A mysterious Yin finger hit Wang Posha. Wang Posha stumbled. There were pieces of ice and frost on his body, and a rust knife solidified and stagnated. A thin purple monk was overjoyed and thought he had a plan to attack with all his strength. Just as he attacked, a pudgy monk nearby shouted, "younger martial brother, be careful!"
He saw that the rust knife in Wang Posha's hand suddenly lit up and was cutting on the thin man. The thin man suddenly made a shrill cry, as if he had been pinched by someone. Looking at the wound, the blood flowed like a note, but it kept pouring out.
The thin practitioner quickly retreated and counted the points on his arm. Seeing that he still couldn't stop the spread and expansion of the injury, he ruthlessly took out a bottle of medicine from the mustard bag and poured his head back into his throat. Only then did he feel that the injury was gradually getting better.
He was also surprised to know that the reputation of the blood Sabre king was true. Anyone injured by him could easily lose his combat effectiveness. This is not because he was poisoned on the knife, but because of the unique secret method he practiced.
After using this knife, Wang Posha finally retreated back, with a large amount of Jinsha rolling behind him. This sand is overwhelming, like a needle, hitting people, each with the strength of pin muscle and bone etching.
Knowing the horror of the Jinsha, the three Xius dared not pursue. They could only watch Wang Po Sha take the opportunity to rest and drink back together: "break the battle soon!"
In the distance, a group of practitioners had rushed up. Everyone held a thing high, but it was a clam shell. The clam shells opened their mouths slightly, spitting out bursts of wind from the shells and blowing into the array. The wind in the Jinsha array danced with dust and golden light all over the sky. The Jinsha array was blown shaky under the storm.
In the depths of the array, there are hundreds of practitioners, who are the people of Qianqing sect. Looking at the wind and sand blowing around, they are all frightened.
Suddenly, there was a huge roar in the distance, and the whole sands array trembled. There is humanity: "the door was broken."
Hearing this, everyone was in despair. The sands array has seven gates. The seven gates have been broken. The sands array is doomed to not last long, and there are not many monks coming from other directions. Most of them have been killed.
A nun said, "who rushed out of the array with me to kill them for a while and delay their breaking?"
But there is no interface.
It's not unwillingness. Everyone is exhausted and injured, but outside the array, they are several times their enemies.
"It seems that we are going to die here after all," sighed a apricot eyed nun. Her voice was so sad that people couldn't help crying.
But he saw that the resting Wang Po Sha rust knife had stood up and stepped out of the battle again. But the body shook slightly. The place hit by Xuanyin finger was still braving the chilly air and touched the ground, which turned the whole ground into cold ice. This is the power of the Xuanyin finger just now. Even a trace of residual power is enough to freeze a practitioner of heaven's state of mind.
But if Wang Po Sha didn't know it, he walked out of the array step by step. It shocked the practitioner to stop moving at the same time and dare not break the array again.
The three practitioners met and greeted them with a gorgeous knife light in the sky. With the terrible confrontation, the three practitioners of Zifu territory fell back together, and blood marks appeared on their bodies at the same time. Wang Po Sha did not retreat, but a ferocious wound appeared on his chest, abdomen and face. These wounds all carry the strange energy of the three people, which has lasted for a long time, is difficult to eliminate, and is eroding Wang Posha's physical strength all the time.
Wang Po Sha was still standing, but his eyes were fixed on the front.
The three practitioners of the purple mansion were badly hurt. They dared not come forward for a moment. They could only point to the front and shout: "he has been badly hurt by us. What are you hesitating about? If you don't come forward and kill him, behead him and reward him with a divine treasure!"
Hearing this, everyone was excited. A demon sect practitioner had a golden bell on his head and rushed to Wang Po Sha with a machete in his hand. A divine light covered the golden bell to protect his whole body. Wang Po Sha just wielded a knife at will. The cultivator in the soul melting period had been killed by his knife. The so-called golden bell for body protection seemed to exist.
Seeing this, the practitioners stopped their movements at the same time and dared not come forward. When the three monks saw him, they shouted sadly: "what are you afraid of? Keep rushing. He doesn't have much strength! If someone beheads him, he will be rewarded with a million dollars and a top-grade immortal's house!"
The improved reward stimulated everyone's spirit again. Another group of practitioners rushed up and shot at Wang Posha from a distance. When the crowd was neutral, there was a shower of blood. Wang Posha waved the rust knife, one by one. At each place where the knife fell, a monk died. No body guard can stop the rusty blade.
However, with the arrival of batch after batch of practitioners, Wang Po Sha gradually lost his support and finally shook his body.
Although it was only a false shake, it brought people great confidence. Someone shouted, "he's dying!"
The attack is more fierce.
Wang Po Sha clenched his teeth and stood in front of the battle. The rusty knife continued to dance and cut off the head of one of the practitioners, but he was also instructed by the practitioner's dying counterattack on his chest. Wang Po Sha hummed and didn't hum. He cut back and killed the practitioners on the side. At the same time, he was also hit three times by other people's magic weapons. Although it was not a big problem for him every time, a little makes a lot, but the injury has gradually worsened.
At this time, he had been hit by at least 20 magic weapons and suffered no less than 70 injuries all over his body. After continuous hard struggle, his magic power became less and his strength was exhausted. He was dazzled in front of him, but Wang Po Sha still fought hard.
The blood had stained his whole body, but the knife was still waving. None of the countless practitioners could get close to him, as if he were the only one, which was the copper wall and iron wall.
However, in this continuous attack, the three purple house practitioners have gradually recovered. One after another, they look at each other and laugh at each other: "let's finish this person."
But even the reward can be saved.
Wang Po Sha sighed, knowing that he couldn't stop each other in the end.
While sighing helplessly, a voice sounded: "who dares to hurt my martial nephew, will not die!"
A huge hand covering the sky was roaring down, bringing boundless power, but Wei Tianchong and others finally came.
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"Xi remnant scar!" Wei Tian shouted.
With the disappearance of the sword light, a thin figure appeared, which was the residue of Xi.
His face was also filled with a smile: "residual scar has seen three martial uncles."
"No, you haven't seen it." Wei Tian hurriedly flew over: "just stop him. Who told you to kill him with a sword. Oh, that's good. They both killed an opponent. I fought for a long time and didn't get anything. Instead, you got a bargain."
Xi canhong said with a smile, "it's my nephew's incompetence. Martial uncle also knows that my nephew is only good at assassination, not at keeping people. So I'm a little heavy. Please forgive me, martial uncle."
Wei Tian said to the guest, "don't do this, boy. Say, have you been hiding here waiting for a chance?"
Although Xi remnant trace is the purple mansion, it always follows the way of assassination. The art of hiding is unparalleled in the world. As long as he wants to hide, I'm afraid no one can find him in the moon washing sect except yuntianlan and Tang Jie, even Lingxiao and Xiao Biehan.
However, because of this, he is not good at face-to-face combat and is often assassinated.
In peacetime, such practices are not elegant, and Xi remnant scar has little chance to show. However, in this cultivation war, the assassination method of Xi remnant scar is of great use.
He haunts the battlefield, has high cultivation and strong strength, and never loves war. He leaves with one blow. He can be said that no one can make use of fighter planes. Therefore, he has won the nickname of a messenger of the underworld on the battlefield.
The remnant mark of the night is the best portrayal of his danger.
Cai junyang and the three of them have fought and killed for many days since the war began, but they finally opened today and killed one Zifu each. The Xi remnant mark, including Wei Tianchong's, has four lives in Zifu. No wonder Wei Tianchong is so unhappy.
At this moment, facing Wei Tianchong's question, Xi remnant mark just said: "the battlefield of xifengling is urgent. The second younger martial brother has gone to support. Send me to urge several martial uncles to go quickly."
As soon as we heard the word "second younger martial brother", everyone was solemn at once.
The younger martial brother of Xi remnant mark is naturally the two tigers brought back from Qingyun by Tang robbery.
But now erhu is no longer erhu, but the famous blood saber King Po Sha.
The word "broken evil" not only represents his life, man and temperament, but also represents his secret, destiny and road.
According to the Zifu Huadian, the great destiny technique of Tang robbery did not care for Wang Po Sha, but let him do it himself.
But as the son of fate, it will be sooner or later for him to achieve the purple house.
In fact, this job was sooner or later faster than everyone thought. Shortly after Wei Tianchong and others were promoted to Zifu, Wang bosha broke through the bottleneck in a closed pass and successfully promoted to Zifu.
Wang bosha, who was promoted to Zifu by himself, was much stronger than his peers in strength from the beginning. Even Cai junyang, who was known as the strongest among Tang Jie's early classmates, was inferior to erhu.
In addition, he was serious, patient and won the public's praise. He was highly valued by the senior management of the Baptist moon sect. He was soon regarded as the successor of the Baptist moon sect after Lingxiao xuanyue. Since Tang Jiezhi is not the sect leader, he is likely to succeed Xuan Yue in the future.
In the face of the future little patriarch, even if it is stronger than Cai junyang, Qi Shaoming and others appreciate him.
At this moment, hearing what he meant, they did not hesitate to fly to the battlefield of xifengling.
Xifengling battlefield is one of the main nodes of the parallel array. There are 36 array eyes in this area. Once this place is broken, it will have a serious impact on the whole array structure. In order to ensure safety, the moon washing sect has set up a Jinsha array here, which is protected by Qianqing sect.
Nevertheless, the battlefield of xifengling has encountered an unprecedented attack by the demons and demons, and the three sons of Qingyang and the double evil spirits of the demon sect who once shot in the change of cloud dream are responsible for the attack, with a total of 12 strong people in the purple mansion.
In the face of such situations, qianqingzong was unable to support, so he had to ask for help. Wang Posha heard that he personally led a team to the first aid, but he was the only one, and Xi residual scar was sent here to urge for help.
After hearing what Xi remnant Mark said at this moment, Cai junyang said, "what are you waiting for? Don't go quickly!"
The four men have rushed to the battlefield of xifengling.
The battlefield of Xifeng ridge, where the golden wind is dancing wildly, the sand sea is surging, and there is a loud cry of killing. Friars of demon and demon families are killing everywhere.
In an open space in the south of the Jinsha array, a big man with a rust knife and a fine red upper body is fighting with three friars. It is the two tigers in those years. Today, the young leader of the moon washing sect, the blood knife king, breaks the Sha.
The three monks who were hostile to him were all purple house accomplishments. They had great powers, and they could see the boundless storm caused by their powers and spells everywhere. Wang Po Sha was completely fearless and ran around in the stormy sea.
His fighting style is very simple. There are no gorgeous magical powers, no mysterious secrets, no difficult to understand, strange magical powers and spells, and he doesn't rely on divine treasures. He just swipes around with a rusty broken knife. However, the three purple friars are extremely afraid of this simple knife technique and dare not let it close to themselves.
And their magic powers acted on Wang Posha's body, like a storm blowing through the human body, raising traces of blood and scratching. Wang Po Sha was still unconscious, just waving his knife. Only when you look carefully can you find that with his sword waving, those magic powers are automatically broken and annihilated under this waving, turning into the most primitive spirit wave.
Nevertheless, in the face of the joint attack of the three purple house practitioners, Wang Posha's rusty knife still waved more and more slowly. As his action slowed down, the attack from his opponent was obviously fierce, and the wounds on Wang Posha began to increase significantly, more and more, more and more dense. Wang Po Sha didn't feel it at all. He just kept waving his knife.
Go!
A mysterious Yin finger hit Wang Posha. Wang Posha stumbled. There were pieces of ice and frost on his body, and a rust knife solidified and stagnated. A thin purple monk was overjoyed and thought he had a plan to attack with all his strength. Just as he attacked, a pudgy monk nearby shouted, "younger martial brother, be careful!"
He saw that the rust knife in Wang Posha's hand suddenly lit up and was cutting on the thin man. The thin man suddenly made a shrill cry, as if he had been pinched by someone. Looking at the wound, the blood flowed like a note, but it kept pouring out.
The thin practitioner quickly retreated and counted the points on his arm. Seeing that he still couldn't stop the spread and expansion of the injury, he ruthlessly took out a bottle of medicine from the mustard bag and poured his head back into his throat. Only then did he feel that the injury was gradually getting better.
He was also surprised to know that the reputation of the blood Sabre king was true. Anyone injured by him could easily lose his combat effectiveness. This is not because he was poisoned on the knife, but because of the unique secret method he practiced.
After using this knife, Wang Posha finally retreated back, with a large amount of Jinsha rolling behind him. This sand is overwhelming, like a needle, hitting people, each with the strength of pin muscle and bone etching.
Knowing the horror of the Jinsha, the three Xius dared not pursue. They could only watch Wang Po Sha take the opportunity to rest and drink back together: "break the battle soon!"
In the distance, a group of practitioners had rushed up. Everyone held a thing high, but it was a clam shell. The clam shells opened their mouths slightly, spitting out bursts of wind from the shells and blowing into the array. The wind in the Jinsha array danced with dust and golden light all over the sky. The Jinsha array was blown shaky under the storm.
In the depths of the array, there are hundreds of practitioners, who are the people of Qianqing sect. Looking at the wind and sand blowing around, they are all frightened.
Suddenly, there was a huge roar in the distance, and the whole sands array trembled. There is humanity: "the door was broken."
Hearing this, everyone was in despair. The sands array has seven gates. The seven gates have been broken. The sands array is doomed to not last long, and there are not many monks coming from other directions. Most of them have been killed.
A nun said, "who rushed out of the array with me to kill them for a while and delay their breaking?"
But there is no interface.
It's not unwillingness. Everyone is exhausted and injured, but outside the array, they are several times their enemies.
"It seems that we are going to die here after all," sighed a apricot eyed nun. Her voice was so sad that people couldn't help crying.
But he saw that the resting Wang Po Sha rust knife had stood up and stepped out of the battle again. But the body shook slightly. The place hit by Xuanyin finger was still braving the chilly air and touched the ground, which turned the whole ground into cold ice. This is the power of the Xuanyin finger just now. Even a trace of residual power is enough to freeze a practitioner of heaven's state of mind.
But if Wang Po Sha didn't know it, he walked out of the array step by step. It shocked the practitioner to stop moving at the same time and dare not break the array again.
The three practitioners met and greeted them with a gorgeous knife light in the sky. With the terrible confrontation, the three practitioners of Zifu territory fell back together, and blood marks appeared on their bodies at the same time. Wang Po Sha did not retreat, but a ferocious wound appeared on his chest, abdomen and face. These wounds all carry the strange energy of the three people, which has lasted for a long time, is difficult to eliminate, and is eroding Wang Posha's physical strength all the time.
Wang Po Sha was still standing, but his eyes were fixed on the front.
The three practitioners of the purple mansion were badly hurt. They dared not come forward for a moment. They could only point to the front and shout: "he has been badly hurt by us. What are you hesitating about? If you don't come forward and kill him, behead him and reward him with a divine treasure!"
Hearing this, everyone was excited. A demon sect practitioner had a golden bell on his head and rushed to Wang Po Sha with a machete in his hand. A divine light covered the golden bell to protect his whole body. Wang Po Sha just wielded a knife at will. The cultivator in the soul melting period had been killed by his knife. The so-called golden bell for body protection seemed to exist.
Seeing this, the practitioners stopped their movements at the same time and dared not come forward. When the three monks saw him, they shouted sadly: "what are you afraid of? Keep rushing. He doesn't have much strength! If someone beheads him, he will be rewarded with a million dollars and a top-grade immortal's house!"
The improved reward stimulated everyone's spirit again. Another group of practitioners rushed up and shot at Wang Posha from a distance. When the crowd was neutral, there was a shower of blood. Wang Posha waved the rust knife, one by one. At each place where the knife fell, a monk died. No body guard can stop the rusty blade.
However, with the arrival of batch after batch of practitioners, Wang Po Sha gradually lost his support and finally shook his body.
Although it was only a false shake, it brought people great confidence. Someone shouted, "he's dying!"
The attack is more fierce.
Wang Po Sha clenched his teeth and stood in front of the battle. The rusty knife continued to dance and cut off the head of one of the practitioners, but he was also instructed by the practitioner's dying counterattack on his chest. Wang Po Sha hummed and didn't hum. He cut back and killed the practitioners on the side. At the same time, he was also hit three times by other people's magic weapons. Although it was not a big problem for him every time, a little makes a lot, but the injury has gradually worsened.
At this time, he had been hit by at least 20 magic weapons and suffered no less than 70 injuries all over his body. After continuous hard struggle, his magic power became less and his strength was exhausted. He was dazzled in front of him, but Wang Po Sha still fought hard.
The blood had stained his whole body, but the knife was still waving. None of the countless practitioners could get close to him, as if he were the only one, which was the copper wall and iron wall.
However, in this continuous attack, the three purple house practitioners have gradually recovered. One after another, they look at each other and laugh at each other: "let's finish this person."
But even the reward can be saved.
Wang Po Sha sighed, knowing that he couldn't stop each other in the end.
While sighing helplessly, a voice sounded: "who dares to hurt my martial nephew, will not die!"
A huge hand covering the sky was roaring down, bringing boundless power, but Wei Tianchong and others finally came.
"Xi remnant scar!" Wei Tian shouted.With the disappearance of the sword light, a thin figure appeared, which was the residue of Xi.His face was also filled with a smile: "residual scar has seen three martial uncles.""No, you haven't seen it." Wei Tian hurriedly flew over: "just stop him. Who told you to kill him with a sword. Oh, that's good. They both killed an opponent. I fought for a long time and didn't get anything. Instead, you got a bargain."Xi canhong said with a smile, "it's my nephew's incompetence. Martial uncle also knows that my nephew is only good at assassination, not at keeping people. So I'm a little heavy. Please forgive me, martial uncle."Wei Tian said to the guest, "don't do this, boy. Say, have you been hiding here waiting for a chance?"Although Xi remnant trace is the purple mansion, it always follows the way of assassination. The art of hiding is unparalleled in the world. As long as he wants to hide, I'm afraid no one can find him in the moon washing sect except yuntianlan and Tang Jie, even Lingxiao and Xiao Biehan.However, because of this, he is not good at face-to-face combat and is often assassinated.In peacetime, such practices are not elegant, and Xi remnant scar has little chance to show. However, in this cultivation war, the assassination method of Xi remnant scar is of great use.He haunts the battlefield, has high cultivation and strong strength, and never loves war. He leaves with one blow. He can be said that no one can make use of fighter planes. Therefore, he has won the nickname of a messenger of the underworld on the battlefield.The remnant mark of the night is the best portrayal of his danger.Cai junyang and the three of them have fought and killed for many days since the war began, but they finally opened today and killed one Zifu each. The Xi remnant mark, including Wei Tianchong's, has four lives in Zifu. No wonder Wei Tianchong is so unhappy.At this moment, facing Wei Tianchong's question, Xi remnant mark just said: "the battlefield of xifengling is urgent. The second younger martial brother has gone to support. Send me to urge several martial uncles to go quickly."As soon as we heard the word "second younger martial brother", everyone was solemn at once.The younger martial brother of Xi remnant mark is naturally the two tigers brought back from Qingyun by Tang robbery.But now erhu is no longer erhu, but the famous blood saber King Po Sha.The word "broken evil" not only represents his life, man and temperament, but also represents his secret, destiny and road.According to the Zifu Huadian, the great destiny technique of Tang robbery did not care for Wang Po Sha, but let him do it himself.But as the son of fate, it will be sooner or later for him to achieve the purple house.In fact, this job was sooner or later faster than everyone thought. Shortly after Wei Tianchong and others were promoted to Zifu, Wang bosha broke through the bottleneck in a closed pass and successfully promoted to Zifu.Wang bosha, who was promoted to Zifu by himself, was much stronger than his peers in strength from the beginning. Even Cai junyang, who was known as the strongest among Tang Jie's early classmates, was inferior to erhu.In addition, he was serious, patient and won the public's praise. He was highly valued by the senior management of the Baptist moon sect. He was soon regarded as the successor of the Baptist moon sect after Lingxiao xuanyue. Since Tang Jiezhi is not the sect leader, he is likely to succeed Xuan Yue in the future.In the face of the future little patriarch, even if it is stronger than Cai junyang, Qi Shaoming and others appreciate him.At this moment, hearing what he meant, they did not hesitate to fly to the battlefield of xifengling.Xifengling battlefield is one of the main nodes of the parallel array. There are 36 array eyes in this area. Once this place is broken, it will have a serious impact on the whole array structure. In order to ensure safety, the moon washing sect has set up a Jinsha array here, which is protected by Qianqing sect.Nevertheless, the battlefield of xifengling has encountered an unprecedented attack by the demons and demons, and the three sons of Qingyang and the double evil spirits of the demon sect who once shot in the change of cloud dream are responsible for the attack, with a total of 12 strong people in the purple mansion.In the face of such situations, qianqingzong was unable to support, so he had to ask for help. Wang Posha heard that he personally led a team to the first aid, but he was the only one, and Xi residual scar was sent here to urge for help.After hearing what Xi remnant Mark said at this moment, Cai junyang said, "what are you waiting for? Don't go quickly!"The four men have rushed to the battlefield of xifengling.The battlefield of Xifeng ridge, where the golden wind is dancing wildly, the sand sea is surging, and there is a loud cry of killing. Friars of demon and demon families are killing everywhere.In an open space in the south of the Jinsha array, a big man with a rust knife and a fine red upper body is fighting with three friars. It is the two tigers in those years. Today, the young leader of the moon washing sect, the blood knife king, breaks the Sha.The three monks who were hostile to him were all purple house accomplishments. They had great powers, and they could see the boundless storm caused by their powers and spells everywhere. Wang Po Sha was completely fearless and ran around in the stormy sea.His fighting style is very simple. There are no gorgeous magical powers, no mysterious secrets, no difficult to understand, strange magical powers and spells, and he doesn't rely on divine treasures. He just swipes around with a rusty broken knife. However, the three purple friars are extremely afraid of this simple knife technique and dare not let it close to themselves.And their magic powers acted on Wang Posha's body, like a storm blowing through the human body, raising traces of blood and scratching. Wang Po Sha was still unconscious, just waving his knife. Only when you look carefully can you find that with his sword waving, those magic powers are automatically broken and annihilated under this waving, turning into the most primitive spirit wave.Nevertheless, in the face of the joint attack of the three purple house practitioners, Wang Posha's rusty knife still waved more and more slowly. As his action slowed down, the attack from his opponent was obviously fierce, and the wounds on Wang Posha began to increase significantly, more and more, more and more dense. Wang Po Sha didn't feel it at all. He just kept waving his knife.Go!A mysterious Yin finger hit Wang Posha. Wang Posha stumbled. There were pieces of ice and frost on his body, and a rust knife solidified and stagnated. A thin purple monk was overjoyed and thought he had a plan to attack with all his strength. Just as he attacked, a pudgy monk nearby shouted, "younger martial brother, be careful!"He saw that the rust knife in Wang Posha's hand suddenly lit up and was cutting on the thin man. The thin man suddenly made a shrill cry, as if he had been pinched by someone. Looking at the wound, the blood flowed like a note, but it kept pouring out.The thin practitioner quickly retreated and counted the points on his arm. Seeing that he still couldn't stop the spread and expansion of the injury, he ruthlessly took out a bottle of medicine from the mustard bag and poured his head back into his throat. Only then did he feel that the injury was gradually getting better.He was also surprised to know that the reputation of the blood Sabre king was true. Anyone injured by him could easily lose his combat effectiveness. This is not because he was poisoned on the knife, but because of the unique secret method he practiced.After using this knife, Wang Posha finally retreated back, with a large amount of Jinsha rolling behind him. This sand is overwhelming, like a needle, hitting people, each with the strength of pin muscle and bone etching.Knowing the horror of the Jinsha, the three Xius dared not pursue. They could only watch Wang Po Sha take the opportunity to rest and drink back together: "break the battle soon!"In the distance, a group of practitioners had rushed up. Everyone held a thing high, but it was a clam shell. The clam shells opened their mouths slightly, spitting out bursts of wind from the shells and blowing into the array. The wind in the Jinsha array danced with dust and golden light all over the sky. The Jinsha array was blown shaky under the storm.In the depths of the array, there are hundreds of practitioners, who are the people of Qianqing sect. Looking at the wind and sand blowing around, they are all frightened.Suddenly, there was a huge roar in the distance, and the whole sands array trembled. There is humanity: "the door was broken."Hearing this, everyone was in despair. The sands array has seven gates. The seven gates have been broken. The sands array is doomed to not last long, and there are not many monks coming from other directions. Most of them have been killed.A nun said, "who rushed out of the array with me to kill them for a while and delay their breaking?"But there is no interface.It's not unwillingness. Everyone is exhausted and injured, but outside the array, they are several times their enemies."It seems that we are going to die here after all," sighed a apricot eyed nun. Her voice was so sad that people couldn't help crying.But he saw that the resting Wang Po Sha rust knife had stood up and stepped out of the battle again. But the body shook slightly. The place hit by Xuanyin finger was still braving the chilly air and touched the ground, which turned the whole ground into cold ice. This is the power of the Xuanyin finger just now. Even a trace of residual power is enough to freeze a practitioner of heaven's state of mind.But if Wang Po Sha didn't know it, he walked out of the array step by step. It shocked the practitioner to stop moving at the same time and dare not break the array again.The three practitioners met and greeted them with a gorgeous knife light in the sky. With the terrible confrontation, the three practitioners of Zifu territory fell back together, and blood marks appeared on their bodies at the same time. Wang Po Sha did not retreat, but a ferocious wound appeared on his chest, abdomen and face. These wounds all carry the strange energy of the three people, which has lasted for a long time, is difficult to eliminate, and is eroding Wang Posha's physical strength all the time.Wang Po Sha was still standing, but his eyes were fixed on the front.The three practitioners of the purple mansion were badly hurt. They dared not come forward for a moment. They could only point to the front and shout: "he has been badly hurt by us. What are you hesitating about? If you don't come forward and kill him, behead him and reward him with a divine treasure!"Hearing this, everyone was excited. A demon sect practitioner had a golden bell on his head and rushed to Wang Po Sha with a machete in his hand. A divine light covered the golden bell to protect his whole body. Wang Po Sha just wielded a knife at will. The cultivator in the soul melting period had been killed by his knife. The so-called golden bell for body protection seemed to exist.Seeing this, the practitioners stopped their movements at the same time and dared not come forward. When the three monks saw him, they shouted sadly: "what are you afraid of? Keep rushing. He doesn't have much strength! If someone beheads him, he will be rewarded with a million dollars and a top-grade immortal's house!"The improved reward stimulated everyone's spirit again. Another group of practitioners rushed up and shot at Wang Posha from a distance. When the crowd was neutral, there was a shower of blood. Wang Posha waved the rust knife, one by one. At each place where the knife fell, a monk died. No body guard can stop the rusty blade.However, with the arrival of batch after batch of practitioners, Wang Po Sha gradually lost his support and finally shook his body.Although it was only a false shake, it brought people great confidence. Someone shouted, "he's dying!"The attack is more fierce.Wang Po Sha clenched his teeth and stood in front of the battle. The rusty knife continued to dance and cut off the head of one of the practitioners, but he was also instructed by the practitioner's dying counterattack on his chest. Wang Po Sha hummed and didn't hum. He cut back and killed the practitioners on the side. At the same time, he was also hit three times by other people's magic weapons. Although it was not a big problem for him every time, a little makes a lot, but the injury has gradually worsened.At this time, he had been hit by at least 20 magic weapons and suffered no less than 70 injuries all over his body. After continuous hard struggle, his magic power became less and his strength was exhausted. He was dazzled in front of him, but Wang Po Sha still fought hard.The blood had stained his whole body, but the knife was still waving. None of the countless practitioners could get close to him, as if he were the only one, which was the copper wall and iron wall.However, in this continuous attack, the three purple house practitioners have gradually recovered. One after another, they look at each other and laugh at each other: "let's finish this person."But even the reward can be saved.Wang Po Sha sighed, knowing that he couldn't stop each other in the end.While sighing helplessly, a voice sounded: "who dares to hurt my martial nephew, will not die!"A huge hand covering the sky was roaring down, bringing boundless power, but Wei Tianchong and others finally came.
