I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

This is a battle without suspense.

Chen Pingyi thought so.

It's all about An Bulang miscalculating his strength.

This will become the key to An Bulang.

Not only him, even the elders of the other disciples of Shenjianzong thought so.

Ji Mingxin stared at the young boy in white and fluttering in the wind, and wanted to find some special places from the boy, but unfortunately, he couldn't find it.

Although he felt that An Bulang would not die, he could not find a way for An Bulang to die.

"Does he really feel that with a heaven-level magic weapon, he can kill Chen Pingyi?" Ji Ming murmured, his face full of puzzlement.

He could not help but turn his eyes to the helper Yun Tianming.

However, Yun Tianming was as ignorant as he was.

Although the suzerain's face is unpredictable, it seems that everything is already clear to the chest, and it can be done from the beginning to the end.

But his constantly rubbing fingers still betrayed his inner activities.

Yun Tianming didn't understand what An Anlang was doing from beginning to end!

"An Bulang...What medicine is sold in your gourd..."

He probably knew that this was a planned layout, and by irritating Chen Pingyi, he was so angry that the other party lost his mind, and he impulsively agreed to a sword fight.

But he was still unclear. It was unclear how An Bulang could win Chen Pingyi, and why should he win a top-level Jianxiu of Shenhai Realm Eightfold.

Tens of thousands of sword repairs on the field, the same question mark.

In any case, this is a battle without suspense.

Hu Zong rises up.

An Bulang and Chen Pingyi walked into the test hall.

A highly anticipated peak battle is finally about to begin!

Langmeng and others all clenched their fists and looked nervous.

They couldn't understand what An Bulang was doing, and they didn't even know what he had. What happened in front of them was so dangerous that they had to worry about it.

Chen Pingyi's whole body exudes extreme sharpness, and the zigzag blade of the Purple Que spirit sword trembles in his hand, just like a shark ready to eat.

An Bulang stood weakly on the stage, his face was not very good, his body was slightly shaken by Chen Pingyi's Jianwei. Although the Dragon King Sword in his hands is terrifying, the released Longwei is like a sickly dragon. He does not have the kind of coercion that Tianbao should have.

"Just want to fight me?" Chen Pingyi sneered, Zique Lingjian slashed across the sky, and suddenly a hundred feet of swordmand condensed, swept away towards the teenager on the field.

The purple sword light shines like a crescent moon.

At this moment, Jianwei even crushed the ground and collapsed.

An Bulang faced this powerful and incomparable slash and blocked the Dragon King Sword on his side.

"Roar!"

A red and gold Jiaolong ghost appeared suddenly and wrapped around the body.

Chen Pingyi's extremely sharp sword mandrel split on the Jiaolong wrapped around An Bulang, and a sharp hiss broke out, but he couldn't break the dragon's scale armor at all.

An Bulang blocked Chen Pingyi's attack!

All the onlookers exclaimed.

Yun Tianming's double pupils shrank, his face showing incredible colors.

The fluctuations that An Bulanghun radiated from above and below were the fluctuations of the Tianyuan Realm level, but his Tianyuan Realm was not at the same level as other Tianyuan Realm monks.

If the power that can be used in the ordinary Tianyuan Realm is a lake, then the feeling of An Bulang is like the ocean and the sea!

An Bulang's hand was holding the sword of the Wild Dragon King, and Chen Pingyi's sword was suddenly cut by the blade.

Shit! !

An Bulang's body moved.

The speed skyrocketed!

Chen Pingyi seemed to have been prepared for a long time. A large number of spirit marks suddenly appeared on the sword body.

An Bulang quickly dodges with his body, and he can escape the nine attacks.

At this time, Chen Pingyi had rushed to An Bulang in front of him, with the purple Que Ling sword in his hand, and the gate of the triple palace behind him appeared, putting heavy power on the blade. The jagged edge climbed to an extremely terrifying point, as if an ancient fierce beast had spread blood teeth.

This is Chen Pingyi's full blow!

His grin has become grim, and his murderous intent is surging.

After accumulating the killing intention for so long, he was finally released on this blow.

"Slaughter you!"

Chen Pingyi didn't want to play the house with An Bulang. When he saw the flaw, he broke out with a single blow!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were replaced by purple sword lights, and the clouds turned into the sky of purple clouds. The accumulation of sword power seemed to be able to break through the sky, terrifying.

This is the peak fighting power of the Eightfold Sword Repair of Shenhai Realm!

However, at this moment, a more terrifying killing intention appeared.

An Bulang's Dragon King Sword burst forth with a mysterious red-gold light, and instantly broke the purple sky and earth, and the red-gold color also perfectly suppressed the Zique Jianwei.

Unimaginable forces began to appear.

Dragon scales appeared in An Bulang's arms.

Nine dragons change, dragon scales change!

The Wild Dragon King Sword was originally the most horrible assassination holy weapon, with the most violent and pure killing intent, and the power of the dragon in An Bulang enough to break through the shackles of the world, perfectly integrated with the Wild Dragon King Sword, and suddenly broke out in an instant. The killing power of the top.

This killing force completely suppressed Chen Pingyi's killing intent.

Chen Pingyi saw a terrible extreme dragon appearing in front of him, and the whole body stirred up the sea of ​​blood of the corpse mountain, and opened a large mouth with sharp teeth in his blood basin...

What kind of power is this?

This doubt suddenly appeared in Chen Pingyi's mind.

Immediately afterwards, his sword collided with the dagger-shaped dagger, and the horrible sword entanglement made the earth annihilate into powder, and made the void explode.

Everyone on the field, as if they saw an unimaginable barren dragon, shattered the gate of the triple palace, followed by Chen Pingyi's screams.

Chen Pingyi was struck by a terrifying force, as if being bitten by a dragon in a frenzy, he suddenly bleeds.

His strongest sword was blocked.

Not only that, his sword cut was also violently opened by the other party, and countless murderous weapons, such as the sharpest sharp weapon, penetrated into his internal organs in a flash.

At this time, An Bulang had stormed Chen Pingyi.

The Dragon King Sword turns into the most eye-catching trajectory!

"Mystery·Blood Refining Sword Soul!" Chen Pingyi was forced to a dead end, unreservedly cast his strongest secret, to consume life's secret, suddenly countless purple blood marks appeared on his body, and he was like a sword. , Sharp edge soaring, as fast as lightning.

An Bulang's stab was empty.

Chen Pingyi saw Ruo Lei thunder, drew a dazzling sword and began to fight back!

What Chen Pingyi didn't expect was that An Bulang's speed was still faster than him. The figure's movement was like an extremely flexible roaming dragon, perfectly slashing away from time to time.

"How could it be possible... when did you become so strong?"

"This is not true!"

Chen Pingyi couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.

He didn't understand why the so weak An Bulang suddenly became so strong.

Obviously he should be the one who crushed An Bu!

The last time I met An Bulang was at most the level of Shenhai II and III. Why is it that in less than a month or two, he has become so strong that he can't handle it?

This does not comply with the basic cultivation method!

"Huh!"

Chijin Jianying flashed.

The speed was so fast that Chen Pingyi could not keep up, broke through Chen Pingyi's sword gas defense and penetrated into his lower abdomen.

Long Wei diffused and annihilated everything he was in contact with, and his abdomen was instantly penetrated by a blood hole.

"Ah...!" Chen Pingyi screamed towards An Bulang.

An Bulang turned over and pressed Chen Pingyi's sword back with one hand, and the Dragon King Sword with several swords.

The red gold streamer flashes, aiming at his fatal flaws.

呲呲呲.

Blood holes burst out.

Blood flowed across.

Chen Pingyi was forced to keep going backwards, his injuries had reached the limit, and he was about to collapse.

"I lost! I admit defeat!!" Chen Pingyi shouted anxiously.

At this moment, it seemed that another barren dragon appeared, grinning and biting towards Chen Pingyi's head.

Cold and ruthless.

The flesh and blood cracked, and the world was bright red.

An Bulang pierced Chen Pingyi's head with a sword. The red gold dagger pierced from the eyebrow and pierced from the back of the head. The terrifying dragon's power even annihilated the other's soul.

The teenager was expressionless and spoke lightly: "Well, let's die if you lose."

The sword was pulled out.

Chen Pingyi's double pupils were still staring round, but his body was slowly falling backwards.

He never thought he would lose to An Bulang, nor did he think he would be killed by An Bulang.

At the last moment of his life, he saw the expressionless face of the teenager, that kind of indifference, that kind of high above, let him understand that he was really provoking people who could not be provoked at all.

He had thought he would be retaliated, but he did not expect that the revenge would come so fast, and the result of the revenge was still dead...

"Want to take my treasure, want to kill me, this is your end."

An Bulang looked down at Chen Pingyi, who had fallen to the ground, and said the last sentence he heard in Chen Pingyi's life.

At the next moment, Chen Pingyi's vitality was cut off.

Heaven and earth became quiet at this moment.

An Bulang calmed his breath and became ordinary, and then Chen Pingyi's Zique Spirit Sword was smoothly included in his own vigilance, and then took a vain pace and walked step by step to the person holding Chen Pingyina In front of the apprentice of the ring.

It looks as weak as a chicken.

But everyone knew it.

An Bulang is playing a pig and a tiger! !

This is indeed a suspenseless battle.

But it's not that Chen Pingyi won the waves without suspense.

But An Bulang beat Chen Pingyi without suspense!

Chen Pingyi’s apprentice looked at An Bulang’s palm that stretched out to him and shivered with all his body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He very well handed Chen Pingyi's precept to An Bulang in front of him.

Even if An Bulang looks weak now, he still dare not say a word.

The legacy of the defeated is naturally inherited by the victor.

Everyone on the field doesn't know until now, why An Bulang is so powerful.

Like a snail, a head hit a lion.

They know that snails are so powerful.

But I don't know why it is so powerful.

The sun fell on the teenager.

The teenager raised his head, Junxiu's face had a faint smile, and the smile was as soft as the breeze.

He seemed to be able to communicate his thoughts and smiled, "Hoo...comfortable."

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