Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

"Huh, it turned out that Xiuwei was hidden, but what can it do? Meet me today and let your talents reach the sky again, and you can't escape it!" Haiming saw Jianqi flying from the sky, he didn't care, even he was What about Samurai?

In Cangyue City, he is known as an extremely talented boy. Although he is still a samurai samurai, a five-star samurai has challenged himself, not to mention a cheap family.

A cheap seed, his martial arts skills are comparable to my Haijia's top martial arts skills?

Haiming whispered, "Jianhai returns!"

Snow-white long swords stabbed in the void, and each sword left a sword image. Haiming stabbed a total of eleven swords. The eleven sword shadows instantly condensed and turned into a light blue sword. The sword stabbed, and the light blue sword gas flew forward, welcoming the Dao Sen white sword gas.

One of the three strongest martial arts of the Hai family, sword sea is one. The legend has been practiced to the extreme, it can pierce 108 sword shadows, gather a sword, and pierce the world.

Of course, this is only a legend. No one has seen the 108 swords, which is Haibatian, the strongest of the Hai family, and can only pierce 28 swords.

However, in Haiming's eyes, he has exerted his full strength of the eleven swords and sword qi, which is enough to deal with Shi Feng.

Haiming seemed to have seen the white sword qi of Dawson defeated by himself, then the light blue sword qi continued to fly, piercing Shi Feng's body.

But the next moment, Haiming's eyes widened suddenly, his face was incredible, he felt that at this moment he was dreaming, and it was a nightmare.

The Haijia martial arts that he had always been proud of had been broken. The fact in front of him was exactly the opposite of what he had imagined. Sen Baijian Qi extinguished the light blue sword Qi, and then continued to lunge towards him.

Haiming's face was staggered, and Jian Qi wasn't back when he approached.

"Oh!" Jian Qi stabbed into Haiming's chest, and he flew directly from his horse.

"Ah, not good!" The old steward of Yue yelled in panic, seeing that Haiming was in danger and immediately stepped on his foot. The whole man leapt up and flew towards Haiming during the flight.

Although Haiming was blown off, his steed still rushed forward, seeing that he was about to crash into Shi Feng.

Shi Feng kicked the ground with both feet, the whole person jumped, jumped over the horse's head and stepped on the horse's back, then kicked under his foot again, his body rushed into the air.

Pointing the sword at Haiming below, Shi Feng said coldly: "Since you are going to compete with Lao Tzu for sword qi, Lao Tzu asks you to see what is the real sword qi. Open your dog's eyes to see clearly, Nether sword rain! "

The fingertips once again lit Mori white sword light, and then a row of Domson white sword gas shot out one after another, like rainstorm, sprinkled on Haiming.

"A thief, dare!" At this moment, the old anger drove loudly, and the butler Yue hurriedly flew to catch Haiming, and then struck his left hand into the palm of his hand: "Hainanbaichuan!"

The light blue waves appeared above the head of the Yue steward. A white forest of Dawson sword fell into the waves, and all of them were swallowed up by the waves.

"The peak martial artist!" Shi Feng said in a deep voice. When he fell, he suddenly saw a dark shadow below: "Five-star martial artist!"

As soon as Shi Feng's voice fell, a dull low-pitched drink rang below: "It's the mountain and the sea!" Hai Ren, the five-star warrior, also shot!

Shi Feng felt only strong strength rushing up from below.

"Nether strike!" Right fist clenched tightly, Shi Feng controlled the falling body upside down, with a punch in his head and feet.

"Boom!" The dull bang resounded in the night, "Not good!" Shi Feng exclaimed, and as soon as his fist touched, he felt only the thick force that rushed up one layer after another, stronger than one. Layer by layer.

"Oh!" A mouthful of bright blood spewed out of Shi Feng's mouth, and his body was like a kite with a broken line and was knocked out.

"Facing the martial arts, it is still difficult to compete!" Shi Feng, who was hit by the fly, said helplessly, and only he, a lunatic, would analyze the combat power in this case.

With a bang, Shi Feng fell heavily on the ground, but this time he was not hurt. He had already calculated the landing position just now, and the ground had become as soft as a sponge through the shame and landed. There is even a soft comfort.

Shi Feng had just lifted his upper body, but saw a middle-aged man with a calm face, walking slowly towards himself. This man was the five-star warrior who just shot himself.

"It's really that Luoluo Pingyang was bullied by a dog and was beaten up by a martial artist. If this was spread out, how would I see the Emperor Jiuyou?"

Shi Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, but in the eyes of others, he thought he was bitterly smiling.

"Your talent is really good. If it didn't offend Tianfengzong, my Hai family could accept you." Hairen said, a pity on his face.

"Uncle Ren, don't kill him, I want to torture him to death!" Haiming yelled from behind Hairen, who was supported by Yue's steward.

"Accept me?" Shi Feng seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Is it because you are worthy?"

Hairen did not intend to talk to Shi Feng anymore, came to Shi Feng, pulled out the long sword behind him, clenched his hands, and cut off towards Shi Feng's legs.

Shi Feng was still in the light of clouds, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the cut sword, and said two words softly: "Death."

Hairen's hands holding his sword suddenly stunned, and the two words spit out by Shi Feng resembled a magic sound. The warrior instinct who had hovered between life and death for many years told him that danger!

With his feet strong, Hairen leaped back quickly.

"Boom!" Hai Ren had just avoided, and just where he was standing, a human-sized, sharp-spiked, thorn-like spur like a beast's teeth suddenly burst out of the ground.

"Boom!" It was too late for Hairen to be flying backwards at forty-five degrees, and suddenly a stab suddenly burrowed out of the ground behind him, entered from his back, and penetrated his chest.

Quiet, there was silence all over.

Everyone stared at the Hairen corpse hanging on the cone-shaped thorn, a motionless martial artist, who died so inexplicably?

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw Shi Feng's white light flashing.

Having just devoured the death force of a five-star warrior, Shi Feng went straight to the first step and stepped into the seven-star warrior.

Shi Feng stood up slowly, looked around the next four weeks and nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Well, yes, if all these people die, they should be able to impact the samurai realm."

"This is weird, everyone goes together and fights with all their strength!" Yue steward shouted, and a five-star martial artist died inexplicably. At this time, no one dared to underestimate the seemingly warrior Cultivation teenager.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The sound of drinking and killing came from all directions, and more than 20 warriors poured Yuanli into their hands with weapons such as blades, knives, spears, and halberds, and the bright lights of various attributes lit up in the night.