Passing on a hundred times the cashback: being a teacher means having a lot of cultivation!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Wang Heng and others replied in unison.

Yang Sirui and Tang Bo had fought for hundreds of rounds, and the two caused each other to die, but neither of them could do anything to the other.

Yang Siruisheng has a high level of cultivation, while Tang Bosheng has rich experience in skills and fighting. Even if there is a big difference in realm between the two, it is not easy to kill each other.

"Hahaha, Siri, do you still have the confidence to destroy our royal family now?"

Seeing Wang Heng and the others coming, Tang Bo's confidence increased greatly, and he pointed his silver gun at Yang Sirui.

Yang Sirui glanced away from the corner of his eye, his gaze narrowed slightly, these people's cultivation base is obviously not high, they can easily crush them, but for some reason, they couldn't take it down for a long time.

Especially this Tang Bo, with Yang Sirui's cultivation base, he can obviously beat him, but this Tang Bo can always avoid his attacks very cleverly, he really can't figure it out after fighting with him for so long!

Fan Yifei saw the ten blood-drying envoys being repelled, with a look of surprise on his face. He glanced at Wang Heng and the others. With the blessing of this large formation, it is only the cultivation base of Bigu in the early stage.

Even if the cultivation bases of the ten blood-drying ambassadors were suppressed, their original strength would not be weakened much. They were actually repelled by a group of monks in the bigu period. He had doubts about the strength of the ten blood-drying ambassadors.

The desiccated blood ambassador did not see Fan Yifei's eyes, but they were also a little annoyed.

As strong men in the consecration period, they were actually repulsed by such a few monks who were two levels lower. Although they only took a step or two back, it would be a great shame to retreat!

"hateful!"

The three adults in front of Wang Heng made a shrill voice.

"Hey, this is a lady's family, and she wears a mask. Is she too ugly to dare to see people?"

Hearing the voice, Wang Heng recognized the other party's gender, and smiled playfully.

Wang Heng's words caused several other people to laugh, and the adult's eyes flashed coldly:

"court death!"

The figures of the three adults moved, and a gust of wind was blown up. She stabbed with a short thorn in her hand and arrived in front of Wang Heng in an instant.

Wang Heng's laughter stopped suddenly, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet, making his body tremble slightly.

Wang Heng's knife was circling around his fingertips, and the blade was spinning. He closed the knife and stabbed forward, and the blade collided with the short stab.

The next moment, Wang Heng's face changed drastically. His knife shot out of his hand, his fingers and palm were instantly worn out, and the handle of the knife flew towards him and hit his shoulder bone, knocking him down. flew out.

Wang Heng spat out a mouthful of blood and hit the ground heavily.

The ground was very slippery from the rain, and Wang Heng slid a long way and bumped into a pillar before stopping.

"go to hell!"

Taking advantage of Wang Heng's illness to kill Wang Heng, the three masters rushed over, stabbing at her palm and spun towards Wang Heng's throat.

"Master Wang, I have already said that your Butterfly Hezhang Daokong has a gorgeous form, and you don't pay attention to the inner strength at all, so it is easy to lose!"

Chen Shitao flashed in front of Wang Heng, the maroon scabbard in his hand shook, and the sword bounced out, he held the sword and stabbed straight, the light of the sword in the air swayed, brightening the rain curtain a bit. A faint chill spread in the air.

Ding!

The short thorns of the three masters hit Chen Shitao's sword tip, and the short thorns were bounced back. Chen Shitao also took a few steps back and stood firmly.

"Oh, don't retreat."

Wang Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the knife, and stood up.

"I don't know who was kicked out and fell like a dog."

Chen Shitao replied coldly holding his sword.

The three masters turned back in the air, stabbed at Li Can, and dealt with Li Can, so they were not so restrained when they fought!

"That was an accident!"

Stepping on the floor full of water, Wang Heng rushed out in one step, the butterfly knife in his hand flew out spinning, and the rain splashed everywhere, hitting the three adults.

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"I will show you what power is!"

Wang Heng's figure flashed, he grabbed the knife in the air, and slashed at the three adults with the knife.

In an instant, the knife in his hand flashed white, and the surrounding rainwater gathered towards him one after another. A water knife several meters long slashed across the air. It was obviously made of water, but at this moment it revealed a sharp edge.

The three men turned around and threw the short stabs at Wang Heng. The short stabs rubbed the air, penetrated into Wang Heng's water hole, and shot out from his water knife. Wang Heng's water knife collapsed directly, vulnerable to a single blow.

The water knife turned into countless streams of water and fell to the ground. Looking at the short stabs, Wang Heng said angrily:

"Grandma, you have shot me a few times, do you really think I am afraid of you!"

Wang Heng was in the air, holding the knife behind his back, with the back of the knife resting on his arm, and slashed down fiercely.

The short stab hit his blade, shaking his arm so painful and numb, Wang Heng's body was knocked back, Wang Heng gritted his teeth, shouted, and rushed forward holding the knife, the knife finally When it was chopped down, the rain curtain in front of Wang Heng was cut off by his knife, and the short thorn was thrown out, and the knife's aura formed a line, and slashed towards the three men.

The three masters swirled their palms and slapped them, and her surroundings suddenly became a rain-free area. The rain was shaken into fog by her palms, and the huge palm prints condensed and slapped towards Wang Heng.

Wang Heng held the saber and went straight forward, the aura of the saber became stronger and stronger, and he vowed to kill these three masters before he would give up!

"Do it, the lion fights the rabbit with all its strength, and kills the people who set up the formation first!"

With the order of the big man, the other eight blood depleted ambassadors all moved, and they all exerted their full strength.

It is a great shame and humiliation that the always invincible Blood Emissary was restrained and repulsed by monks like Wang Heng and the others. Only by destroying them all can this shame be washed away!

"Whoever kills the Demon Sect will not stay!"

The golden dragon on Jiao Banxue's body flew out and rushed towards the ten people who were closest to her. The weapon of the ten people was a saber with an extremely long blade.

"Good come!"

The ten men made a hoarse voice, and he swung his saber, with blue light shining on the blade, and slashed at the dragon's head.

The golden dragon seemed to have spiritual intelligence, its head shifted, and it spun around the saber, grabbing at his heart.

There was no expression on the faces of the top ten people. He pulled his feet back and forth, flipped the blade, and drew it quickly. The blade rubbed countless sparks on the golden dragon's body.

He pulled out the saber, turned around, and slashed down with the saber in both hands. The golden dragon was split in two, and the ground was opened with a big crack by the sword wind of the ten men.

Jiao Banxue rushed over, her sword rubbed against the backs of the ten men's swords, and everything the sword passed was condensed into frost.

The rain was frozen one after another, and her sword slashed at the ten wrists.

A smug smile came from the masks of the ten people:

"Hahaha...you dare to fight me in close quarters!"

The long blades of the ten men turned around and slashed to the left, aiming at Jiao Banxue's waist.

One inch long and one inch stronger, all the ice crystals in the air exploded, Jiao Banxue stabbed straight down towards the side of the waist, with the blade piercing the blade, Jiao Banxue felt as if he was hit by a hill, the strength was so strong, Shake her tiger's mouth open.

Master Ninth rushed towards Li Can, Yin Songyu waved his arm, and the silver-sleeved blue silk shot out, Master Ninth didn't even look at it, he was wearing a pair of gloves, made of some kind of metal, very tough and soft.

He flicked it with his fingers, and the silver-sleeved blue silk was immediately bounced back. Yin Songyu's silver-sleeved blue silk was a sixth-order magic weapon. Under the attack controlled by Yin Songyu with all his strength, it was still intact. It was very rare to see.

Yin Song stretched out her hand to grab the flying silver sleeves, and with a flick of her wrist, the silver sleeves turned into a straight sword.

She met Master Ninth and performed the trick that Qin Xuan taught Jiao Banxue before.

Strong winds arose unsurprisingly, and these winds were caused by her sword energy surging, and countless raindrops were swept by the strong winds, and Master Ninth was swept into it.

"The master said that the key to this move is to be fast, faster than the wind, faster than the sound, faster than the light, so fast that the enemy can't even see the shadow!"

Yin Songyu moved his sword, and the sword energy flew up. Countless sword energy was condensed into substance by the heavy rain, and shuttled across the air.

Master Ninth's fingers were extremely nimble, and he flicked his ten fingers in the air. Countless swords met his fingers. His fingers were like steel, and he flicked the flying swords one by one, making a jingling sound.

Yin Songyu's figure disappeared and merged into the wind, she stabbed out with a sword, this sword was like the wind, soundless, protruding from the flat ground, blowing suddenly, it didn't know where it came from, and it didn't know where it would go.

Yin Songyu's face showed joy, she did it, she did the step Qin Xuan said, the speed of the sword made the enemy invisible!

Her sword stabbed silently from Master Jiu's back. The appearance of Yin Songyu made Master Jiu's face change slightly under the mask. He didn't realize when Yin Songyu came behind him at all!

Hiss...!

Master Ninth turned around and grasped the sword in his hand. However, Yin Songyu's sword was like a loach, soft and slippery, and he couldn't hold it at all.

The sword brushed across his palm and pierced towards his throat. The heavy rain in the air was driven by Yin Songyu's sword energy, and shot at Master Nine one after another.

Each sword qi can easily kill a bigu stage Dzogchen monk, and there are countless sword qi in the air, instantly drowning the nine masters.

Yin Songyu retracted his sword and retreated, looking at Master Nine, who had been submerged by the heavy rain and couldn't see his human form, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhenbei Wang Zhang Yan's fighting style was very vigorous. He stopped the four masters and the six masters. There were countless lightnings on his stick, and every swing of his stick was accompanied by the sound of thunder and wind.

In the rain area where the three of Zhang Yan and the others fought, thunder and lightning entangled, and electric wires spread and shuttled in the air through the rain. The scene was very frightening.

The four masters use claws, the five masters use hammers, the four masters' claws come very quickly, he is like the wind driving in the world, and it is also like the lightning that disappears in the sky in the blink of an eye. He caught him again, and if he was not careful, he would goug out his heart and liver, and the dead would never die again!

The hammer of the fifth master is only the size of a human brain, dark and round, but his hammer is full of spikes. His speed is far less than that of the four masters, but his strength is as heavy as a mountain. It can sink the ground a few points.

The stick dance in Zhang Yan's hand left an afterimage. He crazily resisted the continuous attacks of the four masters. There were already several claw marks on the clothes on his chest, and the skin on his chest could already be seen.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan's stick became vertical, and he pushed it upwards. A sledgehammer hit Zhang Yan's stick, countless lightning exploded in the air, and thunder exploded.

The stick in Zhang Yan's hand trembled crazily, shattering his tiger's mouth, and the clothes on the hand holding the stick were shattered. Flew into the rain.

The two snorted softly, ready to kill Li Can again.

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However, the next moment, the sky suddenly changed color, and thunder pillars that were as thick as bowls crazily fell down, rushing towards the two of them.

With blood in the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth, the muscles in his arms bulged, and he rushed out of the rain.

The stick in his hand has turned into an endless electric current, splitting the rainwater into pieces.

"Competing strength with Laozi, Laozi has never lost!"

Zhang Yan slashed at the two of them with a stick, and the thunder pillars in the sky condensed together, turning into a towering giant stick.

With Zhang Yan's stick, he fell down with a bang, exuding earth-shattering power.

The five masters snorted disdainfully, swung the double hammers in their hands, and smashed at the stick.

Each of his hammers has the power to smash a mountain. However, what made him pale was that the pressure of this stick made his double hammers unable to swing out.

His arms kept bending back, and the spikes on the hammer kept pressing against himself.

"What, why is his strength so strong?!"

The five adults couldn't believe it.

His physical strength is definitely the first among the top ten dry blood envoys. Even if you look at the world, you can't find a few physical strengths in the same realm that can match him.

Even if he didn't use his cultivation, he could blow up a hill with only his physical strength. He never thought that this rock's physical strength was stronger than his!

Little did he know that Zhang Yan, as the King of Zhenbei, was in the frontier of the extreme north of Lengzhou, where there lived countless ethnic groups born with brute force. People of those ethnic groups could crush a stone at the age of one, and force themselves at the age of eight. Being able to carry a tripod, when you reach adulthood, moving mountains and filling seas is no problem.

Zhang Yan fought with these peoples for many years, and almost died at their hands several times, so he was tempered, and his physical strength was invincible.

Competing in physical strength, even these five adults can hardly win.

Although there was a gap in cultivation between the two, Zhang Yan completely suppressed the five masters by relying on his physical strength.

But he didn't feel well at the moment, he felt that the muscles all over his body were in pain, and the skin on his back was also cracked and bleeding.

The four masters and the five masters were hit by this towering giant stick, and the palace trembled violently. Countless wind and waves rolled up rain and electric wires, spread wildly, and rushed towards everyone.

The ground of the square was split open in the middle by a stick, revealing an abyss of hundreds of feet. The formation surrounded this force and attacked the ten dry blood envoys.

Liu Fang, the imperial historian standing on the palace wall, and Jiang Shuai, who was bending the bow and setting the arrow, both moved their hands at the same time, and countless streamers shot out with their tails, blooming in the air, and spreading all over the sky.

Jiang Shuai and Liu Fang once watched the wind between heaven and earth together. Jiang Shuai realized the spirit of wind, and Liu Fang participated in the movement and appearance of wind.

Both of them have touched the edge of the avenue, so the arrows shot by Jiang Shuai are no longer ordinary arrows, and the throwing knives shot by Liu Fang are not ordinary throwing knives either, they shoot out the wind, and they are all fighting against the wind!

Every arrow that Jiang Shuai shoots seems to be like the wind in the sky and the earth, co-existing, co-existing, parallel, and the trajectory cannot be seen clearly. Only when they strike suddenly, you can find their existence.

Liu Fang's flying knives shot out from all directions around his body like meteors, turning in a fan shape and blooming like flowers, both beautiful and full of murderous aura.

The flying knives in the sky are like this heavy rain, spreading densely and falling down profusely.

A small part of Jiang Shuai and Liu Fang's attacks fell on the other dry blood angels, and most of them concentrated on the four dry blood angels, the first master, the second master, the seventh master and the eighth master.

The four adults watched the attack all over the sky, the rain wrapped the knife, and the wind carried the arrow, shooting at them.