Rebirth of the Devouring Emperor

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The two went on stage to perform in the martial arts field. The two did not show up in the mountains and showed no water. Although the battle was fierce, they were really tired because of the show just now, so they were both lacking in interest.

After the two men fought, they also gave up a group of very interesting people. They didn't plan to compete with Zhang Fan for their perverts, but they wanted to play against their opponents evenly. They are very happy, and they will end peacefully when they reach half!

"Six!" The boy continued.

"Sixth is me!" A strong man like a tower came out and walked slowly towards Yanwuchang.

"This is Feng Wujiang in a wild area! I don't know who his opponent will be? Will it be Zhao Yuande or Ming Yu? That's interesting!" Someone looked at Feng Wujiang's tall body and turned his head to look forward. Looking at the remaining dozen people.

"Hey! You can't hide, let's go!"

A young man with a delicate appearance sighed softly and walked out of the crowd. Instead of choosing to admit defeat, he walked directly to the Yanwuchang.

"It seems that this little guy is not simple, knowing that his opponent is windless, but he does not admit defeat!"

"Maybe this young man hides himself, we may have a good show."

"Don't dream, you haven't seen the powerful windless borders, especially the physical body is invincible. I am afraid that this young man may not even be able to withstand his punch."

"Okay! Okay!"

"My name is Han Qiuyang, please wind brother!" Qing Qiu young man Han Qiuyang came to the field and nodded slightly to Feng Wujiang, indicating that he could start.

"Boy, you know how to be polite, and I like it on your own. I will lightly touch it for a while!" Feng Wujiang grinned, showing his white teeth.

"Brother Feng, don't keep your hands! I won't keep my hands!" Han Qiuyang took a serious sword, took out a sword like autumn water, and pointed at Feng Wujiang.

"Happy! Kid, I'm optimistic about you!" Feng Wujiang drew out a long stick. The long stick Jin Cancan seemed to be gold casting, but it was certainly not gold. The moment he took it out, he instantly filled the audience with an extreme heat.

"war!"

The momentum of Han Qiuyang's body rose sharply, as if a sword with a long sheath was very fierce, and a glorious stream circulated from the long end. It seemed that a round of bright moon rose slowly, and a forced cold suddenly enveloped the Quartet. The scorching heat from the golden long stick stood in court.

"Roar!"

Feng Wujiang seemed to feel a very peculiar pressure, but instead of worrying, he showed extreme excitement on his face. He growled in a low voice, and the golden stick in his hand split off as if he were a golden one. Beast, broken wind and thunder came.

"Xuanyue sword!"

Han Qiuyang's sword tip jumped lightly, and a sword-shaped mandrel shaped like a crescent moon burst out into the air and greeted the golden monster.

The meniscus flew faster and faster, as if it really attracted the power of the silver moon in the sky. The moment when the sword met the golden behemoth, it became extremely huge, as if it was really a round of silver hanging in the sky month.

"Qiao!"

A sound of gold and iron symphony came.

The scene I saw next made everyone around take a breath.

Everyone only saw that the golden beast was gone, and the golden stick was bounced high by terrible power, and Feng Wujiang's body went backwards repeatedly in the sky, keeping going backwards for ten steps. His face flushed for a while, and it was clear that the blow just made his body and blood float.

Looking back at Han Qiuyang, his figure stayed still, the long sword silver light in his hand was more radiant, and his face also showed a majestic sense of war.

Everyone's face became extremely wonderful, especially the sword drifted away, the light in his eyes became more and more intense, and there was a desire to seem to want to replace Feng Wujiang on the stage and fight with it!

Even Zhao Yuande and Zhang Fan looked at this young man solemnly at this moment. The shock that the silver moon just gave them was too great. They could feel the terrible power contained in them. I am afraid that a Divine Emperor might not be able to Bearable!

"This... With Han Qiuyang not showing the mountains and the water, I didn't expect to have such terrible strength, wouldn't Feng Wujiang lose to him?"

"I don't know! But I vaguely heard of this sword technique, called Xuan Jian! It is a terrible fairy sword technique!"

"Fairy Swordsmanship! It turned out to be so. I didn't expect to be able to see the swordsmanship of Fairy Realm here. Is this person a strong man sent by Fairy Realm?"

"Maybe it may or may not be...but now is not the time to guess this, we will soon know!"

"Hurry on! I can't wait!"

"..."

Feng Wujiang's complexion holding a golden stick in the sky suddenly became extremely excited.

"Haha! Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that Feng Wujiang could even meet an opponent like you before entering the decisive battle. I admit it was a little careless! I will go all out from now on!"

The golden stick in Feng Wujiang's hands made a roaring sound like a tiger, as if a sleeping tiger came to life.

"You're careful, kid, I'm going to show one of my strongest tricks, breaking the three sticks! The first stick, the world is thunderous!"

The golden stick looks like a golden tiger screaming indiscriminately, and suddenly rushed up to the sky, and the sky was suddenly thundering, and the whole sky was covered by a dark cloud. The thunder dragon in the cloud rolled, and a bright gold spouted out of the mouth. Electro-optical.

"call!"

Han Qiuyang exhaled for a long time, flicking the sword with his fingers.

"Zheng!" A loud chirping of the sword sounded, and bright white awns gathered at the tip of the sword.

Baimang gathers more and more, and keeps making a "zizizi" sound.

In an instant, the long sword seemed to turn into a white silver thunder ball, and the light ball became bigger and bigger, and the sharpness emitted from it made people feel more and more hairy.

"Since you are in a thunderstorm, I will move the fairy thunder! Go!"

When Han Qiuyang finished his words, the silver mine ball had become the size of a grinding disc, and he greeted him towards the golden electric light in the sky.

"Boom!"

One gold and one silver thunder force collided instantaneously, and the entire martial arts venue was trembling tremendously. Many people were turned over by the strong air currents, and several unlucky ghosts were almost cut into two parts by a shock wave.

The two-color Thunder melted in the collision, and the terrifying reaction force shook Han Qiuyang, and the shocked body shook. He hurriedly took a few steps back to stabilize his footsteps, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

However, his complexion was extremely firm, his hand holding the sword was more stable, and the fingers that moved the sword body were also moving gently and irregularly, and it seemed that a more powerful and terrible attack was brewing.

"Haha...happy! Second stick, red sun chasing the sky."