Chapter 1049: 1049
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The war is still going on.
The battlefield in the sky is inseparable between overhaul and overhaul.
The ground battlefield is also a regiment.
Everyone knows that this war is very important. If Suo city is lost and Wang breaks the long drive, the loss of Ming wangzong will be immeasurable. If the Allied forces are defeated, the Ming wangzong will counter attack, and the war will spread more widely.
Above the sky.
The third man sat cross legged in the void, with a palm sized sword box hanging in front of him.
When he opened the sword box, there were twelve small golden swords, only the size of a toothpick, but each of them contained peerless edge, which made people dare not look directly at them.
Old seven and old five guard around, very cautious.
"Third brother, are you sure?"
The fifth asked. He had deeply understood the horror of the demon king's body before, and finally understood why the big brother with terrible combat power fell into Wang Po's hands. At the moment, he had no desire to fight at all.
The old three stared at the golden sword in the sword box in front of him without saying a word.
The old seven said in a deep voice, "the third brother is a Sword Fairy power. In terms of attack power alone, he is no less than the eldest brother. Especially the twelve life golden swords, the longer they are pregnant and raised, the greater their power. Now they have been eight thousand years..."
Eight thousand years, even for monks, is a long time.
Sword repair, sword repair, repair is a sword.
The sword immortal magic power cultivated by the third is different from the sword cultivation in the general sense, because he does not need to conceive and raise "sword pill" in his body, but conceive and raise flying sword by other means.
The biggest feature of this magical power is that it is very weak in the early stage. After all, it is necessary to have twelve life flying swords at the same time. Even if the resources can keep up, the energy can't keep up.
Accordingly, in the later period, the thieves were fierce, and all the twelve flying swords grew up. Their power was absolutely earth shaking.
Therefore, the key to practicing this skill is: in the early stage of Gou, delay the later stage, and the later stage is the better. Wang Po will think that the three elders are deep and don't leak. It's not that they don't leak. It's purely in Gou's development.
No one at the top of the Ming wangzong dares to underestimate the third, because everyone knows that this is a late father.
Now, dad is going to make a move in the later stage. The hearts of seven and five are full of expectations.
Ding!
The third man, who was carrying the public's hope, flicked his index finger, and a small golden sword jumped out of the sword box. He grew strong in the wind, turned into a three foot gold sword and cut at Wang Po.
Wang Po Wei narrowed his eyes, and the magic gas condensed in front of him into a black long gun.
Then, he spit out a black mysterious symbol and printed it on the black spear. The spear glittered with dark luster, just like the essence, and went straight to the golden sword.
One shot and one sword started to fight.
The third shook his head, bent his fingers and flicked again. Another golden sword flew up and went straight to Wang Po.
Wang Po once again condensed a black long gun, which was also attached to the black rune, and fought with one sword.
The third flying sword, the third spear.
The fifth flying sword, the third spear.
……
Until the twelfth golden sword popped out by the third, Wang Po also gathered twelve long guns. The guns came and sword went in the sky, which was more lively than another battlefield.
With his hands on his back and black runes in his eyes, Wang Po manipulated twelve long guns at the same time.
The third sat cross legged and was also controlling the spear. The seventh and fifth guarded nervously to prevent all external factors from interfering with the third.
This is an alternative way of fighting.
Wang Po's pride made him give up his best field of hand to hand combat, and to follow the example of Gusu murongfu, who "gives back the other way", put together what the third is good at.
There was a constant rumble.
The golden sword and the magic cutting gun burst into sparks all over the sky, with a loud roar and a strong smell of death.
Wang Po sneered: "the so-called twelve golden swords are just like this..."
I haven't finished yet.
Twelve golden swords burst out dazzling golden light, instantly reborn, greatly increased the meaning of edge, and cut at the magic gun.
Click.
Click, click.
Twelve magic guns were cut off almost at the same time, and the magic Qi burst, and the mysterious symbols contained therein turned into smoke.
Wang snorted.
"Kill!"
The third man suddenly stood up, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide open, and shouted.
Twelve golden swords, with twelve golden rainbow, like twelve golden missiles, gallop towards the king.
"Good!"
Old five waved his fist fiercely and roared with excitement.
Old seven also clenched his fists and muttered, "we must win, we must win!"
Countless people raised their heads and looked at the twelve Changhong in the sky. In a trance, they seemed to fall into a dream.
Boom, boom!
Twelve Changhong bumped into Wang Po.
The sky is tarnished by it.
Sword Qi and evil Qi crisscross and soar upward, as if going to the clouds.
The world was quiet, leaving only the old three's heavy breathing.
"Hoo ~ Hoo ~ Hoo ~" the old three stared at the churning magic spirit, "no one can take my move hard, even the demon king's body! Wang Po is too arrogant, which is his weakness."
Old seven nodded.
The old man said excitedly, "third brother, there is really you! As long as you kill Wang Po, the coalition is just loose sand. Let's take advantage of the situation to counter attack, and the overlord on the east bank is us!"
Another battlefield.
Gu Qing stopped the offensive and turned to Wang Po's direction regardless of the embarrassed opponent in front of him. He murmured, "demon king body, if you can't carry this level, it will disappoint me."
Ground.
Nangong, hidden in the crowd, looked at the sky and looked a little ugly.
She didn't want to fight this war, but she didn't want Wang to die.
If the king breaks the war and dies, whether they can retreat all over, let alone the five cities just recovered, I'm afraid they will be taken back by the emperor of Ming Dynasty immediately!
Suxin looked up at the sky with no sorrow or joy in her eyes.
As early as the moment she knew that Zheng Feiyue was still alive, who won and who lost made no sense to her. Her value was to complete the task given to her by Zheng Feiyue at the right time.
As for the task?
She doesn't know.
Behind the battlefield.
The magic weapon sect's team is the only reserve team.
The bright weapon carried his hands and looked at the huge fog in the sky in silence.
Beside him, Tieyi and Tieli got into Tianyan armour early, incarnating two steel giants who stood still and guarded the master.
……
The fog slowly dissipated under the expectation of thousands of people.
There were cries of surprise.
"Demon king body!"
"Unbelievable!"
"The devil's body is not dead, he's still alive!"
I saw that Wang Po stepped into the void and put twelve golden swords in his body.
The golden sword broke through his defense, inserted half a foot deep, exposed most of the sword body and a hilt outside, and trembled slightly with Wang Po's breath.
But Wang Po is not dead.
Not only didn't he die, he didn't even shed much blood.
Next, Wang Po pulled out the golden sword one by one in front of everyone. With the blood and the overflowing magic gas, he didn't even frown.
Moreover, every time he pulled out a sword, he would break it.
And every time he broke a sword, the old three's face turned pale.
When all the twelve gold swords were broken, the third spewed out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the seventh's hand and said in a trembling voice: "return to the array! Guard the heaven and earth and return to the yuan array, and then ask the sect for help, come on!"
There are many updates today. Although it will be late, please look forward to it.
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The war is still going on.
The battlefield in the sky is inseparable between overhaul and overhaul.
The ground battlefield is also a regiment.
Everyone knows that this war is very important. If Suo city is lost and Wang breaks the long drive, the loss of Ming wangzong will be immeasurable. If the Allied forces are defeated, the Ming wangzong will counter attack, and the war will spread more widely.
Above the sky.
The third man sat cross legged in the void, with a palm sized sword box hanging in front of him.
When he opened the sword box, there were twelve small golden swords, only the size of a toothpick, but each of them contained peerless edge, which made people dare not look directly at them.
Old seven and old five guard around, very cautious.
"Third brother, are you sure?"
The fifth asked. He had deeply understood the horror of the demon king's body before, and finally understood why the big brother with terrible combat power fell into Wang Po's hands. At the moment, he had no desire to fight at all.
The old three stared at the golden sword in the sword box in front of him without saying a word.
The old seven said in a deep voice, "the third brother is a Sword Fairy power. In terms of attack power alone, he is no less than the eldest brother. Especially the twelve life golden swords, the longer they are pregnant and raised, the greater their power. Now they have been eight thousand years..."
Eight thousand years, even for monks, is a long time.
Sword repair, sword repair, repair is a sword.
The sword immortal magic power cultivated by the third is different from the sword cultivation in the general sense, because he does not need to conceive and raise "sword pill" in his body, but conceive and raise flying sword by other means.
The biggest feature of this magical power is that it is very weak in the early stage. After all, it is necessary to have twelve life flying swords at the same time. Even if the resources can keep up, the energy can't keep up.
Accordingly, in the later period, the thieves were fierce, and all the twelve flying swords grew up. Their power was absolutely earth shaking.
Therefore, the key to practicing this skill is: in the early stage of Gou, delay the later stage, and the later stage is the better. Wang Po will think that the three elders are deep and don't leak. It's not that they don't leak. It's purely in Gou's development.
No one at the top of the Ming wangzong dares to underestimate the third, because everyone knows that this is a late father.
Now, dad is going to make a move in the later stage. The hearts of seven and five are full of expectations.
Ding!
The third man, who was carrying the public's hope, flicked his index finger, and a small golden sword jumped out of the sword box. He grew strong in the wind, turned into a three foot gold sword and cut at Wang Po.
Wang Po Wei narrowed his eyes, and the magic gas condensed in front of him into a black long gun.
Then, he spit out a black mysterious symbol and printed it on the black spear. The spear glittered with dark luster, just like the essence, and went straight to the golden sword.
One shot and one sword started to fight.
The third shook his head, bent his fingers and flicked again. Another golden sword flew up and went straight to Wang Po.
Wang Po once again condensed a black long gun, which was also attached to the black rune, and fought with one sword.
The third flying sword, the third spear.
The fifth flying sword, the third spear.
……
Until the twelfth golden sword popped out by the third, Wang Po also gathered twelve long guns. The guns came and sword went in the sky, which was more lively than another battlefield.
With his hands on his back and black runes in his eyes, Wang Po manipulated twelve long guns at the same time.
The third sat cross legged and was also controlling the spear. The seventh and fifth guarded nervously to prevent all external factors from interfering with the third.
This is an alternative way of fighting.
Wang Po's pride made him give up his best field of hand to hand combat, and to follow the example of Gusu murongfu, who "gives back the other way", put together what the third is good at.
There was a constant rumble.
The golden sword and the magic cutting gun burst into sparks all over the sky, with a loud roar and a strong smell of death.
Wang Po sneered: "the so-called twelve golden swords are just like this..."
I haven't finished yet.
Twelve golden swords burst out dazzling golden light, instantly reborn, greatly increased the meaning of edge, and cut at the magic gun.
Click.
Click, click.
Twelve magic guns were cut off almost at the same time, and the magic Qi burst, and the mysterious symbols contained therein turned into smoke.
Wang snorted.
"Kill!"
The third man suddenly stood up, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide open, and shouted.
Twelve golden swords, with twelve golden rainbow, like twelve golden missiles, gallop towards the king.
"Good!"
Old five waved his fist fiercely and roared with excitement.
Old seven also clenched his fists and muttered, "we must win, we must win!"
Countless people raised their heads and looked at the twelve Changhong in the sky. In a trance, they seemed to fall into a dream.
Boom, boom!
Twelve Changhong bumped into Wang Po.
The sky is tarnished by it.
Sword Qi and evil Qi crisscross and soar upward, as if going to the clouds.
The world was quiet, leaving only the old three's heavy breathing.
"Hoo ~ Hoo ~ Hoo ~" the old three stared at the churning magic spirit, "no one can take my move hard, even the demon king's body! Wang Po is too arrogant, which is his weakness."
Old seven nodded.
The old man said excitedly, "third brother, there is really you! As long as you kill Wang Po, the coalition is just loose sand. Let's take advantage of the situation to counter attack, and the overlord on the east bank is us!"
Another battlefield.
Gu Qing stopped the offensive and turned to Wang Po's direction regardless of the embarrassed opponent in front of him. He murmured, "demon king body, if you can't carry this level, it will disappoint me."
Ground.
Nangong, hidden in the crowd, looked at the sky and looked a little ugly.
She didn't want to fight this war, but she didn't want Wang to die.
If the king breaks the war and dies, whether they can retreat all over, let alone the five cities just recovered, I'm afraid they will be taken back by the emperor of Ming Dynasty immediately!
Suxin looked up at the sky with no sorrow or joy in her eyes.
As early as the moment she knew that Zheng Feiyue was still alive, who won and who lost made no sense to her. Her value was to complete the task given to her by Zheng Feiyue at the right time.
As for the task?
She doesn't know.
Behind the battlefield.
The magic weapon sect's team is the only reserve team.
The bright weapon carried his hands and looked at the huge fog in the sky in silence.
Beside him, Tieyi and Tieli got into Tianyan armour early, incarnating two steel giants who stood still and guarded the master.
……
The fog slowly dissipated under the expectation of thousands of people.
There were cries of surprise.
"Demon king body!"
"Unbelievable!"
"The devil's body is not dead, he's still alive!"
I saw that Wang Po stepped into the void and put twelve golden swords in his body.
The golden sword broke through his defense, inserted half a foot deep, exposed most of the sword body and a hilt outside, and trembled slightly with Wang Po's breath.
But Wang Po is not dead.
Not only didn't he die, he didn't even shed much blood.
Next, Wang Po pulled out the golden sword one by one in front of everyone. With the blood and the overflowing magic gas, he didn't even frown.
Moreover, every time he pulled out a sword, he would break it.
And every time he broke a sword, the old three's face turned pale.
When all the twelve gold swords were broken, the third spewed out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the seventh's hand and said in a trembling voice: "return to the array! Guard the heaven and earth and return to the yuan array, and then ask the sect for help, come on!"
There are many updates today. Although it will be late, please look forward to it.
The war is still going on.The battlefield in the sky is inseparable between overhaul and overhaul.The ground battlefield is also a regiment.Everyone knows that this war is very important. If Suo city is lost and Wang breaks the long drive, the loss of Ming wangzong will be immeasurable. If the Allied forces are defeated, the Ming wangzong will counter attack, and the war will spread more widely.Above the sky.The third man sat cross legged in the void, with a palm sized sword box hanging in front of him.When he opened the sword box, there were twelve small golden swords, only the size of a toothpick, but each of them contained peerless edge, which made people dare not look directly at them.Old seven and old five guard around, very cautious."Third brother, are you sure?"The fifth asked. He had deeply understood the horror of the demon king's body before, and finally understood why the big brother with terrible combat power fell into Wang Po's hands. At the moment, he had no desire to fight at all.The old three stared at the golden sword in the sword box in front of him without saying a word.The old seven said in a deep voice, "the third brother is a Sword Fairy power. In terms of attack power alone, he is no less than the eldest brother. Especially the twelve life golden swords, the longer they are pregnant and raised, the greater their power. Now they have been eight thousand years..."Eight thousand years, even for monks, is a long time.Sword repair, sword repair, repair is a sword.The sword immortal magic power cultivated by the third is different from the sword cultivation in the general sense, because he does not need to conceive and raise "sword pill" in his body, but conceive and raise flying sword by other means.The biggest feature of this magical power is that it is very weak in the early stage. After all, it is necessary to have twelve life flying swords at the same time. Even if the resources can keep up, the energy can't keep up.Accordingly, in the later period, the thieves were fierce, and all the twelve flying swords grew up. Their power was absolutely earth shaking.Therefore, the key to practicing this skill is: in the early stage of Gou, delay the later stage, and the later stage is the better. Wang Po will think that the three elders are deep and don't leak. It's not that they don't leak. It's purely in Gou's development.No one at the top of the Ming wangzong dares to underestimate the third, because everyone knows that this is a late father.Now, dad is going to make a move in the later stage. The hearts of seven and five are full of expectations.Ding!The third man, who was carrying the public's hope, flicked his index finger, and a small golden sword jumped out of the sword box. He grew strong in the wind, turned into a three foot gold sword and cut at Wang Po.Wang Po Wei narrowed his eyes, and the magic gas condensed in front of him into a black long gun.Then, he spit out a black mysterious symbol and printed it on the black spear. The spear glittered with dark luster, just like the essence, and went straight to the golden sword.One shot and one sword started to fight.The third shook his head, bent his fingers and flicked again. Another golden sword flew up and went straight to Wang Po.Wang Po once again condensed a black long gun, which was also attached to the black rune, and fought with one sword.The third flying sword, the third spear.The fifth flying sword, the third spear.Until the twelfth golden sword popped out by the third, Wang Po also gathered twelve long guns. The guns came and sword went in the sky, which was more lively than another battlefield.With his hands on his back and black runes in his eyes, Wang Po manipulated twelve long guns at the same time.The third sat cross legged and was also controlling the spear. The seventh and fifth guarded nervously to prevent all external factors from interfering with the third.This is an alternative way of fighting.Wang Po's pride made him give up his best field of hand to hand combat, and to follow the example of Gusu murongfu, who "gives back the other way", put together what the third is good at.There was a constant rumble.The golden sword and the magic cutting gun burst into sparks all over the sky, with a loud roar and a strong smell of death.Wang Po sneered: "the so-called twelve golden swords are just like this..."I haven't finished yet.Twelve golden swords burst out dazzling golden light, instantly reborn, greatly increased the meaning of edge, and cut at the magic gun.Click.Click, click.Twelve magic guns were cut off almost at the same time, and the magic Qi burst, and the mysterious symbols contained therein turned into smoke.Wang snorted."Kill!"The third man suddenly stood up, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide open, and shouted.Twelve golden swords, with twelve golden rainbow, like twelve golden missiles, gallop towards the king."Good!"Old five waved his fist fiercely and roared with excitement.Old seven also clenched his fists and muttered, "we must win, we must win!"Countless people raised their heads and looked at the twelve Changhong in the sky. In a trance, they seemed to fall into a dream.Boom, boom!Twelve Changhong bumped into Wang Po.The sky is tarnished by it.Sword Qi and evil Qi crisscross and soar upward, as if going to the clouds.The world was quiet, leaving only the old three's heavy breathing."Hoo ~ Hoo ~ Hoo ~" the old three stared at the churning magic spirit, "no one can take my move hard, even the demon king's body! Wang Po is too arrogant, which is his weakness."Old seven nodded.The old man said excitedly, "third brother, there is really you! As long as you kill Wang Po, the coalition is just loose sand. Let's take advantage of the situation to counter attack, and the overlord on the east bank is us!"Another battlefield.Gu Qing stopped the offensive and turned to Wang Po's direction regardless of the embarrassed opponent in front of him. He murmured, "demon king body, if you can't carry this level, it will disappoint me."Ground.Nangong, hidden in the crowd, looked at the sky and looked a little ugly.She didn't want to fight this war, but she didn't want Wang to die.If the king breaks the war and dies, whether they can retreat all over, let alone the five cities just recovered, I'm afraid they will be taken back by the emperor of Ming Dynasty immediately!Suxin looked up at the sky with no sorrow or joy in her eyes.As early as the moment she knew that Zheng Feiyue was still alive, who won and who lost made no sense to her. Her value was to complete the task given to her by Zheng Feiyue at the right time.As for the task?She doesn't know.Behind the battlefield.The magic weapon sect's team is the only reserve team.The bright weapon carried his hands and looked at the huge fog in the sky in silence.Beside him, Tieyi and Tieli got into Tianyan armour early, incarnating two steel giants who stood still and guarded the master.The fog slowly dissipated under the expectation of thousands of people.There were cries of surprise."Demon king body!""Unbelievable!""The devil's body is not dead, he's still alive!"I saw that Wang Po stepped into the void and put twelve golden swords in his body.The golden sword broke through his defense, inserted half a foot deep, exposed most of the sword body and a hilt outside, and trembled slightly with Wang Po's breath.But Wang Po is not dead.Not only didn't he die, he didn't even shed much blood.Next, Wang Po pulled out the golden sword one by one in front of everyone. With the blood and the overflowing magic gas, he didn't even frown.Moreover, every time he pulled out a sword, he would break it.And every time he broke a sword, the old three's face turned pale.When all the twelve gold swords were broken, the third spewed out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the seventh's hand and said in a trembling voice: "return to the array! Guard the heaven and earth and return to the yuan array, and then ask the sect for help, come on!"There are many updates today. Although it will be late, please look forward to it.
