Chapter 825： Knife screams, the color changes [3]

The magic knife came out of the sheath, straight into the sky, crossed the bright light, and fell into Xie Aoyu's hands.

Wu Yuanfang was holding a soul-chasing gun, his body was straight, and his gun was united, as if he had turned it into a stunning gun to break the day. The momentum was unparalleled.

The battle has begun!

Everyone in the audience watched with wide eyes.

"Fight!"

"One move wins!"

The howling came from all around, and those onlookers even couldn't help moving forward. They all wanted to experience for themselves that the atmosphere that touched the war would be more helpful to their cultivation.

Wu Yuanfang looked at Xie Aoyu quietly.

His blood was boiling.

Once upon a time, he longed to challenge the world masters, and was the first training object of the Wu family. Until Wudongtian was recognized by the three-color god, he could only retreat to the second seat. This feeling made him very upset, but there was no alternative but The power of repression deep inside is released today.

He wants to defeat Xie Aoyu!

He also has to prove that he is the real strongest of the young generation!

A conviction is urging Wu Yuanfang, and it even makes his warfare rise sharply, and the towed soul-hunting gun trembles slightly, as if a mysterious streamer is flying up and down.

"Roar!"

There was a sudden, long howling, and the sound was long, shaking and turbulent, and there seemed to be thunder, and the world was dark at this moment.

"call out!"

The soul-chasing gun blasted a light cold, piercing the void, causing space to collapse. Wu Yuanfang was like the center of this collapsed world. He stepped out and the space collapsed. His speed began to accelerate, and the soul-chasing gun became more It was trembling, his hand grabbing the tip of the gun, and the tail of the gun was swiping on the ground, leaving a long trench.

Xie Aoyu stood firmly in the void.

If he is a generation of God of War, overlooking Wu Yuanfang who challenged him, that kind of domineering atmosphere, vertical and horizontal, who dominate us, it is amazing.

"Chasing souls!"

The galloping Wu Yuanfang burst into a loud burst of drink.

The sound of Nine Heavens!

Wu Yuan let go of the soul-chasing gun in his hands, he held the tail of the gun, and the soul-chasing gun itself emitted a dim light, and a strange huge light and shadow of Warcraft rose from it, and swallowed it in front of Xie Aoyu .

"Soul Chasing!"

"This is the Supreme Curse that can obliterate all souls!"

The exclamation continued.

The mighty Wu Yuan let the people go with the gun, chased the soul with the spell of enchantment, and after the brewing of the Supreme Fighting Technique, he followed the spell.

One move into two styles can kill people!

The rock-solid Xie Aoyu moved, moving like a wind and unable to capture it, so that the eyes of countless people could not catch up, but just feeling a flower in front of him, Xie Aoyu reached Wu Yuanfang's side.

Broken shield!

The fierce moon-kissing heavenly sword resembles the shooting star, hitting the soul-hunting gun heavily, scoring a bright light, and heading straight up.

The extraordinary speed makes the soul-chasing spell unable to play any role in Xie Aoyu.

The soul-chasing gun itself is just a super sacred weapon. Its fame is the terrible effect of the soul-chasing spell. Now that the soul-chasing spell has failed, the weakness of the gun itself has become apparent.

boom!

Sound shocked.

The misty clouds in the sky seemed to be impacted by the supreme power, and they burst apart. For a time, there were no clouds, only one round of hot sun was hanging.

Sword to chase the soul gun.

Wu Yuanfang's already used fighting skills were not disintegrated before being defeated by this sword, and the Moonfall King of the Sky is known as the Supreme Blade and is invincible. Who can resist?

Break the shield and cut the defense.

Xie Aoyu's powerful power, the three combined, the power is endless.

"boom!"

Under one stroke, Jin Guang collapsed.

Everyone couldn't open their eyes because of the burst of light. They closed their eyes unconsciously, and only heard a painful cry. They opened their eyes again, and the scene in front of them made everyone stay.

I saw Xie Aoyu proudly standing in the air, unharmed.

On the other hand, Wu Yuanfang, who had the soul-hunting gun, fell to the ground, sprayed blood on his mouth, and had a wound on his chest. What surprised them most was that Wu Yuanfang held the broken gun in his hands, a gun tail, and a gun head.

Soul Chasing Gun ... broken!

More than ten thousand people at the scene, all uproar!

It's not that Xie Aoyu's power is not expected, after all, it is a knife tyrant, but it is so horrible and powerful. It can defeat Wu Yuanfang, the first strong man of the young generation in Shenwu City, and cut off the soul-chasing gun. Everyone who was shocked couldn't believe it.

"Zoom in!"

"Brother Wu!"

Masters of Shenwu City rushed up.

Wu Yuan slowly stood up and looked at the broken soul-chasing gun. The loneliness on his face gradually faded away, replaced by calmness.

"call……"

Wu Yuanfang spit out a stale gas, throwing out the soul-chasing gun, watching Xie Aoyu said, "I have been relying too much on the soul-chasing gun. Maybe you interrupted it for me. This is the beginning of Wu Yuanfang's take-off. Xie Aoyu, I will come to you again! "He rose up after he finished speaking, and did not return to the side of Wu Dongtian and others, and disappeared in an instant at the end.

Xie Aoyu's heart was turbulent.

After being hit in this way, he abandoned everything and truly concentrated on martial arts practice. This class of people is the most dangerous. Xie Aoyu wanted to kill him with this knife to avoid future troubles.

But before he shot, the young man on the left of Zheng Batian had already flew towards him.

"Xiao's Xiao Xiaoqing love!" This person also reported his name.

Xie Aoyu looked at this person, secretly another man with war blood, a man with a strong will to fight, who entrusted his life to martial arts.

"Zheng Xiaofang is the first master of the young generation, hehe, do you think you are stronger than Wu Yuan?" Xie Aoyu said.

Xiao Duanqing said faintly: "On the realm, I'm not strong, but on the combat power, I think there are people in the field, not necessarily my opponents, including you Xie Aoyu!"

Xie Aoyu chuckled: "You are so confident, then let me see how strong your combat power is."

After he defeated Wu Yuanfang in one move and cut off the soul-hunting gun, he was still so confident. Obviously, Xiao Duanqing definitely had something to rely on, which also aroused Xie Aoyu's interest.

If he can expose his support in advance, he will not be caught by surprise in the future, and other masters of the holy city can also be prepared.

"The battle between you and me is still a trick!" Xiao Duanqing said loudly, and he was confident. "However, you will be defeated by Xie Aoyu!"

Xie Aoyu laughed, "Let me see how you beat me!"

Xiao Duanqing's smile was very weird. He slowly lifted off, stood parallel to Xie Aoyu, flipped his wrist, and added an extra staff of curse.

Curse?

Xie Aoyu was a little stunned, the staff of the curse and the curse are closely related, like those who only understand one or two types of spells, and cannot become curses. The reason why they can learn is completely with their own weapons Or the curse spell recorded on something, and they happen to get it. The caster's staff is used only by the curse, and only the curse can play the role of the curse. from.

Xiao Duanqing raised the staff of the curse, his face became more and more strange, and his lips were not squirming. It seemed to be meditating on the spell, and a wicked breath stirred from him, and a huge one appeared behind him. The figure is more than ten meters tall, and the whole body is dark. Only one pair of eyes emits two beams, piercing through the void, and the black magpie behind is dancing wildly in the wind, holding his chest with his hands, looking at Xie Aoyu evilly, and sending out a "桀桀" laughter.

"God of cursing!" Lang Zhantian saw the huge figure and exclaimed suddenly, "Xiao Duanqing wants to perform the curse technique, always be careful!"

Xie Aoyu looked at the grinning Xiao Duanqing, and then looked at the laughing masters such as Zheng Batian, who suddenly felt ridiculous. He looked at his little left finger of his left hand, the medicine **** finger of Dacheng Realm, and couldn't help laughing.

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