Chapter 98 Another Martial Immortal from the Demon Race
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Xuan Er
"That's right, this is the Seven Killing Sword Intent. Even I am not [-]% sure that I will take this knife." Li Qingfeng said bitterly.
"What! Even, even you are not absolutely sure to catch it?"
"This! "
"impossible?"
Seventh-rank Martial Masters condense martial arts true pills, and the pills are divided into nine ranks. The first rank is the weakest, and the ninth rank is the strongest.
Needless to say, Deacon Qingfeng ranks among the top three in the realm of human Wuzun, and he must be a nine-star Wuzun.
Even he didn't know what to do?
Anheng, he, what kind of monster is he!
The Seven Kills Saber Technique is perfect, each attack will become more intense, and when it is stimulated to the extreme, it can use the Seven Kills Saber Intent.
Anheng beheaded nearly 2000 people in a row, and his seven-kill sword intent had already reached its peak.
At this moment, the blade trembled violently, making a rapid buzzing sound.
It was originally just a sixth-rank spiritual weapon, full of killing intent, like a peerless murderous weapon!
Boundless killing intent permeated the air, covering a radius of several thousand meters! "What's going on? It's so cold?"
"It's cold..."
"Why can't I run anymore?"
Hundreds of Demon Race Martial Kings who condense thousands of meters of swords, but it seems that they are walking in the ice and snow, and they are struggling.
step,
Two steps, three steps... Peng! Peng! Peng!
Like dumplings, one after another, the Demon Martial Kings fell down one after another.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"
"What's the matter with you..."
"Am I so unwilling? It's obviously almost, a little..."
Peng!
With desperate and unwilling eyes, the last few Wu kings fell to the ground and died.
On the beard and eyelashes, a layer of several centimeters of frost was actually condensed. "Is this the Seven Killing Sword Intent?"
The martial emperors of the human race couldn't help fighting a cold war.
Even outside the range of the killing intent, one can still feel the bone-piercing cold.
"The field of killing intent..."
Qingfeng Li didn't know what to say.
Ninth-rank Martial Immortal, connected to the sky, calling the wind and calling the rain, does not mean that he can really control the weather, but the domain.
After reaching Martial Immortal, you can have your own domain.
In the field, you are the god of this field. Unless the other party's understanding of this field exceeds yours, you can only let it be slaughtered.
Ke Anheng is only at the Martial King Realm.
Not only did he comprehend the sword intent, but also the domain...it's too heaven-defying.
"What happened?" "How did they all fall?"
"I do not know either?"
A group of human martial kings looked at each other in blank dismay.
What's the situation?
Didn't you see An Heng do anything?
Standing still the whole time.
"How did this happen?" "Dead? Are they all dead?"
"They are wearing sixth-grade spiritual armor!"
"It's God, the power of the gods!"
The Martial Kings of the Demon Race were stunned, and even a few were on the verge of madness.
"The king, the king's envoy..."
Hu Zhenbei stared at the envoy of the royal family dumbfounded, with fear in his eyes, and said, "What should we do next? Shall we continue to fight?"
"Shoot it down?"
Hu Xiaotian and the others felt extremely bitter.
How to fight?
They didn't understand how An Heng made a move just now, the only thing for sure is that if they were the ones approaching just now, they would have died tragically.
Wang Shi's face changed, with fear, anger, resentment, and finally laughed wildly.
"!!!"
All the demon martial emperors were shocked.
The secret channel is broken, so the envoy won't be mad, right?
"The victory and defeat have been decided, do you want to continue?"
Qingfeng Li's voice came.
"Do you think you have won?" Wang Envoy laughed.
"I'm afraid you don't know, in a few days, my royal family will have an extra Martial Immortal, and at that time, it will be the day when your human race will be wiped out!"
"What! There is one more Martial Immortal in the Demon Race?"
"real or fake?"
"Impossible? He must be lying to us!"
"—It must be, just kidding, Martial Immortal, how could it be so easy to get out."
The human martial kings discussed.
Li Qingfeng's face changed slightly.
"It looks like you know it too."
The king's envoy laughed, glanced at Li Zhan and the others, and said, "Do you think that our royal family dispatched troops just to delay your support?"
Hong Guo and the others all changed countenance.
Could it be that!
"That's right, 150 years ago, the appearance of Crazy Ji made your human race last for 150 years. Now 150 years have passed, and the No. 13 Martial Immortal of my royal family is about to be born. At that time, your human race will be annihilated. "
Everyone in the human race looked in disbelief.
An atmosphere called despair spread among the crowd.
Even An Heng was a little confused.
No way?
The No.13 Martial Immortal of the Mozu will appear soon?
Wouldn't the delicate balance between the human race and the demon race be broken?
The next moment, he felt a gaze fall on him.
"Boy, you are very promising. You are only in the Martial King Realm, and you can actually display the Seven Killing Saber Intent. How about joining my royal family?"
The king's envoy laughed and said, "There is a saying in your human race that those who know the current affairs are the best, don't they?"
"Then you think too much." An Heng said without hesitation.
"That's a pity."
The envoy Wang shook his head and said: "If you are given enough time, it is really possible for you to grow up. In time, you will become a Martial Immortal. It is a pity that you don't have so much time."
"In one month, in one month, the human race will disappear from this land, surrender or die, there are only two choices."
"Cherish it, the tranquility of the last few days! Hahahaha!"
The next moment, he was gone, only the rampant laughter kept coming.
"It turns out that No. 13 Martial Immortals will appear in the royal family soon, hahahaha!"
"Great! Even if you lose this battle, what's the point?"
"Human Race, your day of destruction is not far away!"
"Anheng, just wait, it won't be long before I, Hu Zhenbei, will take your head!"
Hu Zhenbei and the others, who were originally demoralized, left quickly after uttering a few harsh words, fearing that the human Wu Zun would catch up.
However, in fact, the human kings and emperors of the entire battlefield didn't have the slightest intention of beating the dog in the water. They all looked at Wu Zun and Li Qingfeng.
"Deacon Qingfeng, is what he said true?"
"The demons are really going to produce No. 13 Martial Immortals?"
"If this is the case, what will our human race do?"
"Deacon Qingfeng?"
"I'm not so sure either."
Li Qingfeng shook his head, and said: "I'll go back later, just ask the sect master."
""
The crowd was silent.
Song Gang and the others were also extremely depressed.
There was only one figure, shuttling through the battlefield.
"They are all good things? Look at this high-level spirit armor. I use all intermediate-level ones."
"Advanced spirit soldiers, tsk tsk, must be worth a lot of points, right?"
"An, An Heng?"
Many people looked up suddenly, and saw that An Heng was taking off the spirit armours from those Wu kings and throwing them into the storage ring.
Oh, and not even the storage ring was spared!
This guy.….
Everyone didn't know what to say for a while.
Although these trophies are indeed yours, are you not worried about the big news just now?
"Anheng, you..."
Linley couldn't laugh or cry, you picked it up and picked it up, why did you still give out admiration.But there is one thing to say, he also wants to get a set of sixth-grade high-level spiritual armor...
"What! Even, even you are not absolutely sure to catch it?"
"This! "
"impossible?"
Seventh-rank Martial Masters condense martial arts true pills, and the pills are divided into nine ranks. The first rank is the weakest, and the ninth rank is the strongest.
Needless to say, Deacon Qingfeng ranks among the top three in the realm of human Wuzun, and he must be a nine-star Wuzun.
Even he didn't know what to do?
Anheng, he, what kind of monster is he!
The Seven Kills Saber Technique is perfect, each attack will become more intense, and when it is stimulated to the extreme, it can use the Seven Kills Saber Intent.
Anheng beheaded nearly 2000 people in a row, and his seven-kill sword intent had already reached its peak.
At this moment, the blade trembled violently, making a rapid buzzing sound.
It was originally just a sixth-rank spiritual weapon, full of killing intent, like a peerless murderous weapon!
Boundless killing intent permeated the air, covering a radius of several thousand meters! "What's going on? It's so cold?"
"It's cold..."
"Why can't I run anymore?"
Hundreds of Demon Race Martial Kings who condense thousands of meters of swords, but it seems that they are walking in the ice and snow, and they are struggling.
step,
Two steps, three steps... Peng! Peng! Peng!
Like dumplings, one after another, the Demon Martial Kings fell down one after another.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"
"What's the matter with you..."
"Am I so unwilling? It's obviously almost, a little..."
Peng!
With desperate and unwilling eyes, the last few Wu kings fell to the ground and died.
On the beard and eyelashes, a layer of several centimeters of frost was actually condensed. "Is this the Seven Killing Sword Intent?"
The martial emperors of the human race couldn't help fighting a cold war.
Even outside the range of the killing intent, one can still feel the bone-piercing cold.
"The field of killing intent..."
Qingfeng Li didn't know what to say.
Ninth-rank Martial Immortal, connected to the sky, calling the wind and calling the rain, does not mean that he can really control the weather, but the domain.
After reaching Martial Immortal, you can have your own domain.
In the field, you are the god of this field. Unless the other party's understanding of this field exceeds yours, you can only let it be slaughtered.
Ke Anheng is only at the Martial King Realm.
Not only did he comprehend the sword intent, but also the domain...it's too heaven-defying.
"What happened?" "How did they all fall?"
"I do not know either?"
A group of human martial kings looked at each other in blank dismay.
What's the situation?
Didn't you see An Heng do anything?
Standing still the whole time.
"How did this happen?" "Dead? Are they all dead?"
"They are wearing sixth-grade spiritual armor!"
"It's God, the power of the gods!"
The Martial Kings of the Demon Race were stunned, and even a few were on the verge of madness.
"The king, the king's envoy..."
Hu Zhenbei stared at the envoy of the royal family dumbfounded, with fear in his eyes, and said, "What should we do next? Shall we continue to fight?"
"Shoot it down?"
Hu Xiaotian and the others felt extremely bitter.
How to fight?
They didn't understand how An Heng made a move just now, the only thing for sure is that if they were the ones approaching just now, they would have died tragically.
Wang Shi's face changed, with fear, anger, resentment, and finally laughed wildly.
"!!!"
All the demon martial emperors were shocked.
The secret channel is broken, so the envoy won't be mad, right?
"The victory and defeat have been decided, do you want to continue?"
Qingfeng Li's voice came.
"Do you think you have won?" Wang Envoy laughed.
"I'm afraid you don't know, in a few days, my royal family will have an extra Martial Immortal, and at that time, it will be the day when your human race will be wiped out!"
"What! There is one more Martial Immortal in the Demon Race?"
"real or fake?"
"Impossible? He must be lying to us!"
"—It must be, just kidding, Martial Immortal, how could it be so easy to get out."
The human martial kings discussed.
Li Qingfeng's face changed slightly.
"It looks like you know it too."
The king's envoy laughed, glanced at Li Zhan and the others, and said, "Do you think that our royal family dispatched troops just to delay your support?"
Hong Guo and the others all changed countenance.
Could it be that!
"That's right, 150 years ago, the appearance of Crazy Ji made your human race last for 150 years. Now 150 years have passed, and the No. 13 Martial Immortal of my royal family is about to be born. At that time, your human race will be annihilated. "
Everyone in the human race looked in disbelief.
An atmosphere called despair spread among the crowd.
Even An Heng was a little confused.
No way?
The No.13 Martial Immortal of the Mozu will appear soon?
Wouldn't the delicate balance between the human race and the demon race be broken?
The next moment, he felt a gaze fall on him.
"Boy, you are very promising. You are only in the Martial King Realm, and you can actually display the Seven Killing Saber Intent. How about joining my royal family?"
The king's envoy laughed and said, "There is a saying in your human race that those who know the current affairs are the best, don't they?"
"Then you think too much." An Heng said without hesitation.
"That's a pity."
The envoy Wang shook his head and said: "If you are given enough time, it is really possible for you to grow up. In time, you will become a Martial Immortal. It is a pity that you don't have so much time."
"In one month, in one month, the human race will disappear from this land, surrender or die, there are only two choices."
"Cherish it, the tranquility of the last few days! Hahahaha!"
The next moment, he was gone, only the rampant laughter kept coming.
"It turns out that No. 13 Martial Immortals will appear in the royal family soon, hahahaha!"
"Great! Even if you lose this battle, what's the point?"
"Human Race, your day of destruction is not far away!"
"Anheng, just wait, it won't be long before I, Hu Zhenbei, will take your head!"
Hu Zhenbei and the others, who were originally demoralized, left quickly after uttering a few harsh words, fearing that the human Wu Zun would catch up.
However, in fact, the human kings and emperors of the entire battlefield didn't have the slightest intention of beating the dog in the water. They all looked at Wu Zun and Li Qingfeng.
"Deacon Qingfeng, is what he said true?"
"The demons are really going to produce No. 13 Martial Immortals?"
"If this is the case, what will our human race do?"
"Deacon Qingfeng?"
"I'm not so sure either."
Li Qingfeng shook his head, and said: "I'll go back later, just ask the sect master."
""
The crowd was silent.
Song Gang and the others were also extremely depressed.
There was only one figure, shuttling through the battlefield.
"They are all good things? Look at this high-level spirit armor. I use all intermediate-level ones."
"Advanced spirit soldiers, tsk tsk, must be worth a lot of points, right?"
"An, An Heng?"
Many people looked up suddenly, and saw that An Heng was taking off the spirit armours from those Wu kings and throwing them into the storage ring.
Oh, and not even the storage ring was spared!
This guy.….
Everyone didn't know what to say for a while.
Although these trophies are indeed yours, are you not worried about the big news just now?
"Anheng, you..."
Linley couldn't laugh or cry, you picked it up and picked it up, why did you still give out admiration.But there is one thing to say, he also wants to get a set of sixth-grade high-level spiritual armor...
