Chapter 38

Want to defeat a peak master of Taihang Sword Sect with one move?

　　This is too arrogant, isn't it?

　　Judging from the breath of the two.

　　Zhuang Changfeng is the cultivation base of Zhenxu Bazhong.

　　On the other hand, Wang Long only has the fifth level of suffocation.

　　Although there is only a difference of three small realms, there is still a big gap in strength.

　　Even though Wang Long was a disciple of the Holy Land, his talent was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he was even capable of crushing people with the same level of cultivation.

　　But it's still a little unrealistic to want to defeat someone who is three small realms higher than him in one move.

　　Zhuang Changfeng raised his hand to hold the void.

　　A sword cry suddenly resounded from the sky.

　　Then a streamer quickly fell into his hands.

　　Clang!

　　A brightly shining sword was in his hand, and on the sword body, it exuded bursts of dense breath.

　　But the next moment, Wang Long slowly raised his hands, and the space behind him suddenly became chaotic.

　　A mirror suddenly appeared slowly.

　　On the back of the mirror, the word Futian is engraved.

　　Futian seals the fairy mirror!

　　Is this the inheritance imperial artifact of Futian Holy Land?

　　Everyone was stunned.

　　A core disciple of this Futian Holy Land can actually possess the inheritance imperial artifact of Futian Holy Land?

　　how can that be?

　　Judging from the aura emanating from the Futian Immortal Mirror, it was clearly an existence that surpassed the holy level.

　　Rao is so, just now Wang Long is definitely not bluffing.

　　With this Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror, he does have a trick to defeat Zhuang Changfeng's capital.

　　How could Futian Holy Land put an imperial weapon into his hands?

　　This is baffling.

　　Besides, he is so ostentatious, isn't he afraid of being coveted by others?

　　As everyone knows, this is not the real Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror.

　　This is just a knockoff.

　　But even if it is just an imitation, it is an existence that surpasses the holy magic weapon.

　　It can be said that it is a real super holy weapon.

　　This is also the holy artifact that Wang Long bestowed upon him through his brother's relationship with Futian Holy Land.

　　Futian Fengxian Mirror was ups and downs for a while, and a mysterious light suddenly reflected from the mirror.

　　This light seems to ignore the distance of space.

　　It shone directly on Zhuang Changfeng's body.

　　In an instant, Zhuang Changfeng felt that an inexplicable force bound him.

　　No matter how hard he wanted to struggle, he couldn't move, just like the fish on the board being slaughtered by others.

　　Wang Long smiled lightly.

　　He waved his palm and directly knocked Zhuang Changfeng into the air.

　　And when he shot, he was completely reluctant.

　　He didn't even care about his life and death.

　　"Pfft!"

　　When Zhuang Changfeng flew upside down, he was bleeding continuously.

　　And looking at his chest, it collapsed into a large piece.

　　With such an injury, I am afraid that there have been various degrees of damage to the internal organs.

　　After being hit by this palm, if Zhuang Changfeng didn't lie on the bed for half a year, he probably wouldn't be able to recover.

　　"Wang Long!"

　　"You deceive people too much!"

　　Bai Jianchen snorted loudly.

　　In an instant, swords were drawn.

　　Originally, it was just a discussion and exchange, but Wang Long's shot was so vicious.

　　Wang Long stood in the void with his hands on his back, his eyes full of playfulness.

　　"It's not as good as people, that's how it ends."

　　"how?"

　　"Dissatisfied?"

　　"If you want to bully the less with more, it's not impossible!"

　　"but……"

　　Before the words were finished, the four shrine realm powerhouses who had been waiting around the Taihang Sword Sect for a long time appeared at the same time, bursting out with aura.

　　The four shrine realm powerhouses stunned the Taihang Sword Sect.

　　At this time, the people present from the Taihang Sword Sect,

All are angry, but dare not speak.

　　This is the strength of a Holy Land.

　　Four powerful gods were dispatched casually.

　　If this level of strength is placed in other sects, that sect will definitely become a first-class sect.

　　The aura of the Shrine Realm was so oppressive that it was difficult for everyone to breathe.

　　Wang Long sneered.

　　"Humph!"

　　"A mere second-rate sect, dare to disobey a holy place?"

　　"I want to marry your saintess, that is because of your Taihang Sword Sect."

　　"And what about yours?"

　　"I don't know what's wrong, and I still want to use a saint to press me?"

　　"I'll tell you the truth."

　　"What if he is a saint? Does he dare to be my enemy of Futian Holy Land? Dare to be my enemy of the Four Holy Lands in the Southern Region?"

　　"Pooh!"

　　This Wang Long can be described as taking advantage of the situation to deceive people.

　　If it is not soft, it will be hard.

　　Now the Taihang Sword Sect is difficult to ride a tiger.

　　I thought that people from the Holy Land were just discussing and communicating.

　　As everyone knows, it turned out to be to rob people.

　　The Taihang Sword Sect still thinks of the Holy Land too simply.

　　Just when people were at a loss.

　　Lin Wanyan suddenly made a decision.

　　Come out slowly from the crowd.

　　"You really want to marry me?"

　　"Then you promise me a condition!"

　　When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

　　"Wan Yan, you are..."

　　Bai Jianchen was even more surprised.

　　Lin Wanyan ignored it.

　　At this time, her eyes were firm, and it didn't seem like she was acting on her will.

　　Combined with the current situation.

　　Only in this way can the Holy Land not continue to embarrass Taihang Sword Sect.

　　actually not.

　　On the surface, it seemed that Lin Wanyan was righteous and awe-inspiring, willing to submit to others for the sake of the Taihang Sword Sect.

　　But Lin Wanyan had other thoughts in her heart.

　　This is her arrogant heart at work.

　　Lin Wanyan has always been the focus of the entire Taihang Sword Sect since she was a child, and has always been a high-ranking existence.

　　He is also regarded as the first genius of Taihang Sword Sect.

　　Until a mysterious disciple appeared in the sect.

　　His light directly overshadowed Lin Wanyan.

　　Although Lin Wanyan also admired her somewhat.

　　But it was far from concealing her arrogant heart.

　　Originally, Lin Wanyan thought that she could not catch up with the mysterious disciple.

　　But now there is an opportunity that can make her step into the sky and fly to the branches to become a phoenix.

　　Only in this way can she have a chance to catch up with the mysterious disciple. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Therefore, Lin Wanyan is not stupid, but rather scheming.

　　Hearing this, Wang Long jokingly said: "What? Do you know that you regret it now?"

　　"Sorry, I regret it now too!"

　　"Just you want to marry me into Futian Holy Land?"

　　"It's a big joke!"

　　"I just want to play, do you really think I want to marry you?"

　　"You do not deserve!"

　　"You can only be my plaything at most!"

　　After Lin Wanyan heard this, she instantly exploded with anger and clenched her fist in her hand.

　　It's enough to bully others, and now he's still playing with himself like this.

　　It doesn't hurt much, it's extremely insulting.

　　"you……"

　　Wang Longbu above the void, with his nostrils facing the sky, looks so invincible.

　　"Taihang Sword Sect is a waste sect."

　　"In my opinion, there is no need for such a sect to exist."

　　"but……"

　　While speaking, those greedy eyes once again enveloped Lin Wanyan and Li Shanling.

　　At this moment, the void was ups and downs, and a more domineering momentum swept over.

　　In an instant, the pressure exerted by the four shrine realm powerhouses was directly broken.

　　Buzz! ! !

　　As the void keeps shaking.

　　A figure fell from the sky.

　　This domineering atmosphere.

　　is a saint...

　　This made Wang Long frown.

　　At this critical moment, why would a saint come out to swim in this muddy water?

　　"Take my disciple as a plaything?"

　　"What a big breath!"

　　Before he finished speaking, Wang Long suddenly felt his shoulders sink, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

　　It made him breathless.