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"Your Highness asked me if I was qualified? Well, your question is too naive! I wait for many fairyland Tianjiao to come together to ask you to hand over the fragments of sanhuangwen. This is driven by the will of the forces behind us! Is your highness still naive that we are not qualified? We must know that we and other celestial forces can make the great Chu Empire collapse with our fingers! Why don't your highness protect yourself and hand over the pieces? "

Tianjiao looked at Hongling with pride on his face and never reported his family. In his opinion, Tianjiao, who was born in the fairyland, had no need to report his status in front of the monks in the lower world, because it was really out of order. As Tianjiao of lower level, wushuangshizi and others naturally should know the name of every celestial Tianjiao, otherwise, how can they be worthy of their humble status as friars of the lower world.

"Don't you understand? I'll ask who you are and answer honestly. As for the qualification in your mouth, my son of heaven will judge you naturally. You don't need to talk too much! Now, once again, who are you? " Hongling looked at Tianjiao in front of her coldly, and her body condensed a trace of cold evil spirit.

Since this person has decided to be a leading bird, he should be used as a leader. Tianjiao, who has the magic weapons of ghost fairyland, is not the strongest among these coming Tianjiao, but its strength ranking is very high. More importantly, since this person dares to stand up, then the fairyland forces behind it should not be simple. It is the best choice to take him as an example.

He is so rebellious. He is so unruly. Even in the face of their fairyland's arrogance, this man will not restrain his arrogance. What on earth does he rely on? He dares to ignore so many friars in the fairyland and scold the top Tianjiao of the fairyland! This is the idea of many fairyland Tianjiao at this time, which contains a trace of incredible color.

"Hum! I'm a disciple of the celestial punishment hall, Lei Ming! His highness is so aggressive and ignores our will. I'm afraid it's not good! If you don't know how to converge, you will suffer a great loss in the future Lei Ming looks at Hong Ling with some displeasure. Her eyes are full of anger. It's really damned that this matchless son of a generation should dare to speak ill of him.

"It's easy to break when it's too hard? That's just a coward's idea! If you are strong enough to be shaken by any force, who will tell you that it's just easy to break Hongling ignored the man's words and choked back in a cold voice. Although he knew that he was suspected of being unreasonable, he could not weaken his momentum in front of these people, so his tone was very strong.

"Your Highness, is this a hint that we, such as Tianjiao in the fairyland, can't convince you?" Another powerful friar came out at this time and looked at Hong Ling with pride. He was really upset with the words of this matchless son, so he asked Jie.

"What do you think?" Hongling's pupil was locked, which directly awakened the power of the sad sword. Among these people, the strongest one is the ability to fight in ghost fairyland. With the power of the emperor's tool of the sad sword, it can be crushed. They're here to grab things, and naturally he won't be soft spoken to each other.

Hum! The clear sound of sword singing comes out from the trembling God of sadness, which makes the air vibrate slightly under the influence of this sound wave. At this time, Hongling's body was surrounded by the wisps of swords, releasing a very terrible edge. He quietly looked at the long sword suspended in front of him and wiped it lightly. In an instant, a violent dark golden thunder was condensed on the sword.

"Yes, I have an opinion! Besides, not only opinions, I have a piece of advice for your highness. Of course, this advice will come with my name after I beat you! Therefore, matchless son, if you want to know my name and origin, then I will condescend to tell you after losing in my hands. " The monk seemed to be a rebellious person, too strong to give in.

Hong Ling looked at this man with a smile on his face. Although he can rely on the power of the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, directly erase it on the spot, but that is not what he wants. This man's rebellious, let him even have a trace of the heart of struggle. The silent blood in his body was boiling, and a great sense of war poured out all over his body.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I'm sorry to disappoint you. My sword tells me that I will not hear your advice and your name. After all, when you are defeated by my son, your advice and name will no longer interest me Hung Ling raised her hand and grasped the sad sword, and suddenly a strong Qi burst out of her body. He walked out with his sword, and his white robe was hunting with the sword around him.

"Hum! If they are really arrogant, their eyes are so short-sighted. Do you think you can compare them with me if you defeat some faeries at random? Today, I will draw a halberd in my hand and defeat you incomparably At the moment, Tianjiao snorted coldly, and then condensed out a painting halberd of ghost fairyland.

Boom! The tyrannical ghost fairyland, the force of destiny, from the top of the drawing halberd, turned around, making some weak Tianjiao look awe inspiring. At this time, they did not dare to continue to stay in the coverage of the two big Tianjiao Qi, and retreated back in succession.

"Your name is thunder, right! I'm going to give you a chance to work with this guy. Otherwise, when he is defeated by me, don't blame me for bullying him! " Hong Ling raised his sword and pointed to the thunder, and said to the emperor that his Qi gradually climbed to the top."Hum! You are confident, but I don't care to join hands with others to fight a monk of the same generation. That would be a shame to Tianjiao in the fairyland Thundering cold hum, toward the distance swept backward and out, quietly standing on the side of the war.

"It's a pity that you missed this battle. I'm afraid you won't even have the courage to fight me later." Hong Ling shook her head in disappointment and turned to look at the monk opposite. He can feel that there is a very strong force of gold rules on this person's drawing halberd. Such a powerful force is enough to further strengthen the edge of the halberd to a degree of terror.

"Matchless son, do you have any last words to explain?" Tianjiao, holding a halberd, looks at Hongling and points at him with his halberd.

Hum! In response to him is a fierce arc sword spirit, with an incomparably sharp and terrible sword meaning. The friar snorted coldly, drew a halberd in his hand and smashed it towards the attacking sword. The power of the white golden rule lights up the whole void.

Bang! The huge sword Qi was directly chopped by the moon blade of halberd painting, and then it burst into a violent strong wind. And Hongling's body shape, at this time has been close to the ground swept out, the hands of the God of sadness above the dazzling dark gold arc. At this time, he went all out to release his power to the extreme. Seeing that he was about to collide with Tianjiao's painting halberd, he slapped it on the ground.

A tremendous force of air gushed from Hongling's palm and made a violent wave on the ground. And he himself, by means of the shock force from his palm, flew across the body rapidly, just like a rotating arrow, holding the sword straight to the monk's abdomen. Such a swift strike is too much to see.

"Hum! Close combat? It's a good idea, but it's a pity that people are still too naive! " The friar grinned and a chill flashed across his face. The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was whistling at this time and smashed down at Hongling from the void. The fierce Qi and the sharp golden rule make this attack extremely powerful.

At this time, Hong Ling felt the Fang Tian Hua halberd rapidly falling from the void, and the whole person frowned. He had no time to stop the castration, and could only reach for the ground. Boom! The earth was instantly eroded by his Qi, and a hard stalagmite rose rapidly and rushed towards the fallen halberd.

In a flash, the halberd is stopped by stalagmites, and its castration is slightly stagnant. However, it is difficult to resist this violent attack with a single stone cone. Under the destruction of that violent power, the stalagmite instantly burst into a pile of rubble. But that square day draws halberd still to fall toward the earth, slam a huge crater on the earth.

At this time, the matchless son had already rushed out of the attack range of the painted halberd, and the man and the sword shot towards the monk's abdomen. The sharp sword spirit has even begun to touch the man's robe and tear it apart. As long as such an attack is maintained for a while, the blade of pathetic God will completely destroy this man's air sea.

Hiss! The monk's original broken robe suddenly made a harsh sound. Hongling saw that the torn silk and satin, suddenly gushed out a fine line of metal wire, toward him quickly stabbed. The friar even mobilized the power of his golden rule to metalize the robe. And he manipulated the broken threads to fight back.

As soon as the sword shakes, she uses the sword spirit to shred the metal threads that are close to her body. Hong Ling's toes are a little bit far away from this man's silk covered area. Although he is not afraid of these extremely sharp silk thread, but once it is entangled, it is difficult for him to distract himself from the horror drawing halberd.

"It seems that he really has two talents. He can use such exquisite techniques in the face of war, which is better than many fairyland friars! But I really think I can't do anything about you! " Hong Ling snorted coldly, and then he waved his sword to block the falling halberd and swept back with his powerful force.

He stopped the retreat, locked his eyes, and immediately inserted his sword into the earth, and then flew towards the void. Hiss! A stream of fine quicksand was thrown into the void by his sword body, which instantly condensed into a chaotic sandstorm. Hong Ling looked at the monk on the opposite side and brushed his sleeve.

Whoa! The storm was rolled by the strength of his sleeve, toward Tianjiao, who was holding a halberd. At this time, the son in white was hiding his body shape in it and advancing rapidly with the wind and sand. The great sword meaning is continuously integrated into the sandstorm, which promotes its prestige to the extreme.

"Hum! There are quite a lot of means, but you are still too naive to choose a close fight with me! " The monk looked at the sandstorm coming, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He casually drew a halberd in his hand, and suddenly inserted its end into the rock under his feet, forming a large white array on the earth.

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