Chapter 2317
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Naturally, Wang Temple Mo would not doubt whether the Jiang Xingchen in front of him was true or not. What he wanted to know was whether there was a strong cultivation sect behind Jiang Xingchen after he entered the snow girl peak.
Luo Feng mouth light Yang, looking at Wang Temple ink, calm answer, "no door, no school, Jiang Xingchen."
Wang Temple Mo's sight is cold.
Wang Si Cong has arrived ten meters in front of Wang Temple residence.
"Stop." Wang Temple Mo cold drink, "you are not qualified to step into the Wang family half step."
Wang Temple Cong face no expression, "I just want to see my father."
"Hum."
Wang Si Mo suddenly waved his hand.
In all directions, there were royal guards.
These royal guards held special bows and crossbows in their hands, pointing directly at Wang Si Cong.
"Jiang Xingchen, I'd like to see if the Epee in your hand can really protect Wang Sicong's integrity." Wang Temple Mo spoke coldly.
Chang Yu's face has changed color, "broken Gang crossbow!"
Luo Feng's sight narrowed.
Chang Yu said in a low voice, "the broken Gang crossbow is a bow and crossbow specially made for breaking practitioners. The bows and arrows are specially made and belong to the tattooed soldiers. Every arrow fired by the broken Gang crossbow contains extremely terrible power. Ten thousand arrows are fired at once, and ordinary martial artists in Qingyun can kill them in seconds. The strength of the Wang family can't have so many broken Gang crossbows. These must have been obtained by Wang Temple Mo from the blood clothes door. "
"Jiang Xingchen, you don't really think that you can make Wang Si Cong safe and sound today with just one person?" Wang Temple Mo body evil spirit diffuses, "it is ridiculous."
Wang Si Mo slowly raised his hand.
At that moment, Chang Yu's spirit was extremely tense and protected by Wang Si Cong's side.
He is well aware of the power of the breaking Gang crossbow.
If all the arrows were fired at once, Wang Si Cong, as an ordinary person, would even be smashed to pieces.
"Broken Gang crossbow, unfortunately, I can't feel how powerful it is." Luo Feng whispered to himself and suddenly shook his hand.
As fast as lightning.
All people only feel a flower in front of their eyes, and a silver awn breaks out of the sky.
Mysterious Throwing Knife!
"It's him!" Wang Si Mo's hand suddenly stops in mid air, and his heart vibrates violently.
He thought of the scene he had met in the second iron shop yesterday.
Flying knife!
See the throwing knife again!
Whew! Whew! Whew! Whew!
Between the electric light and the flint, the Throwing Knife turned into silver and the lightning rain, shooting in all directions.
The royal guards, who were holding broken Gang crossbows in all directions, had no time to react and fell down one by one.
At this moment, the onlookers in the distance were shocked again.
The strength shown by the young man in black exceeded their expectations again and again.
"Wolf swordsmanship, which school is the cultivation method?"
"He claims that he has no family and no school. However, I don't believe that one can reach such a level after half a year's practice."
"Yes, half a year ago he was just an ordinary man No, maybe there is a possibility. Over the years, Jiang Xingchen has been hiding his clumsiness. He has always been a proud man. "
All the people exploded and talked.
The name of Jiang Xingchen began to spread.
The whole Wang family was singled out by his own efforts.
Now it seems that the Wangs have no cards.
Many people's eyes are looking at Wang Temple, the eldest young master of the Wang family.
Wang Si Mo is the strongest of Wang family.
"Wang Temple Mo has been known as Tianjiao since he was a child. He is a disciple of the great Dharma protector of the blood clothes sect. No one knows his specific strength. Maybe he can compete with Jiang Xingchen. You should know that Wang Simi is at least ten years older than Jiang Xingchen."
"Looking forward to a wonderful duel, if Jiang Xingchen can really sweep the Wangs, I think after today, it will certainly attract the attention of many religious sects in the city of snow night. With his talent, it is not difficult to worship the best sect gate of snow night city."
Wang Si Mo's eyes confront Luo Feng.
There is no doubt that Luo Feng's flying knife made him extremely afraid, especially yesterday, Wang Temple Mo was also injured by Luo Feng's flying knife.
However, now face-to-face, Wang Temple Mo does not think that he must not be Luo Feng's opponent.
Yesterday was just a moment of carelessness.
As long as you guard against the other side's throwing knife, you may not be able to defeat him.
Wang Si Mo walked out slowly.
He represents the strongest power of the Wang family.
Wang Temple ink face is low and calm, forced to this step by Luo Feng, for Wang Temple ink, has lost face.
It's a pity that his master Xiao Yinxu entered the snow maiden peak early in the morning because of some clues about the immortal spring map. However, the two martial arts masters of the blood clothes sect have not yet arrived. Otherwise, he would not have to worry so much.
This war must be won.
As soon as Wang Temple ink reached out, a bloody long knife appeared, and the blood was shining with bloody cold light.
There was an invisible chill all around.Many people in this moment subconsciously hit a shiver, staring at the blood knife in the hand of Wang Temple mo.
The blood clothes sect itself is a mysterious and strange sect.
There's even something sinister about it.
Their practice is unique and different from ordinary martial arts.
Nowadays, many people are aware of Wang Temple's bright sword.
I don't know how much blood this bloody knife drank.
The evil resentment released by the blade is creepy.
Luo Feng's eyes are also staring at Wang Si Mo's blood knife.
Not only in the breath, but also in the structure of the blade of this blood knife, it is different from the ordinary blade.
"Die." When Wang Si Mo wields his sword, he carries the Dharma phase on his back. He is astonished by a strange blood mist. When the sword is wielded, the blood mist fills the sky.
"These blood mists are highly toxic." The expression of common language is dignified and open.
Luo Feng steps away in the air, epee in hand, strong cut.
The figure shuttles directly through the blood mist.
Luo Feng's body is not afraid of any poison in the world.
These blood fog, for Luo Feng, at most, is just a little disgusting.
"What!"
Wang Temple Mo has great confidence in his blood mist poison. Seeing Luo Feng rushing into the blood mist, he was about to be secretly pleased. Unexpectedly, the next second, Luo Feng's sword power has been cut down.
These blood mists didn't work for him at all?
"How could it be?" Wang Si Mo lost his voice and waved his blood knife. His sharp light tried to block Luo Feng's epee.
"Wolf sword, broken sword."
Keng!
The heavy Epee, like a thunderbolt, bombards wangsi ink.
Bang bang bang!
Wang Si Mo's body is defeated and flies out.
The blood knife in his hand also took off his hand and flew out, flying in the direction of Wang family members.
Wang Temple song startled out a cold sweat, legs paralysis sitting on the ground, blood knife rubbing his body * the back of the pillar.
Boom!
Wang Temple ink also fell to the ground.
"Young master!"
All the people of the Wang family rushed to protect Wang Temple mo.
"Big brother." Wang Temple Cloud also anxious, hurriedly walked over, pulled out the blood knife, strode to Wang Temple ink.
Wang Temple song is still a little shaken.
He's just an ordinary person. If the blood knife is more than three points, his life will be accounted for here.
Wang Temple song subconsciously turned back, his eyes touched the pillar inserted by the blood knife, and his pupil suddenly widened
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Naturally, Wang Temple Mo would not doubt whether the Jiang Xingchen in front of him was true or not. What he wanted to know was whether there was a strong cultivation sect behind Jiang Xingchen after he entered the snow girl peak.
Luo Feng mouth light Yang, looking at Wang Temple ink, calm answer, "no door, no school, Jiang Xingchen."
Wang Temple Mo's sight is cold.
Wang Si Cong has arrived ten meters in front of Wang Temple residence.
"Stop." Wang Temple Mo cold drink, "you are not qualified to step into the Wang family half step."
Wang Temple Cong face no expression, "I just want to see my father."
"Hum."
Wang Si Mo suddenly waved his hand.
In all directions, there were royal guards.
These royal guards held special bows and crossbows in their hands, pointing directly at Wang Si Cong.
"Jiang Xingchen, I'd like to see if the Epee in your hand can really protect Wang Sicong's integrity." Wang Temple Mo spoke coldly.
Chang Yu's face has changed color, "broken Gang crossbow!"
Luo Feng's sight narrowed.
Chang Yu said in a low voice, "the broken Gang crossbow is a bow and crossbow specially made for breaking practitioners. The bows and arrows are specially made and belong to the tattooed soldiers. Every arrow fired by the broken Gang crossbow contains extremely terrible power. Ten thousand arrows are fired at once, and ordinary martial artists in Qingyun can kill them in seconds. The strength of the Wang family can't have so many broken Gang crossbows. These must have been obtained by Wang Temple Mo from the blood clothes door. "
"Jiang Xingchen, you don't really think that you can make Wang Si Cong safe and sound today with just one person?" Wang Temple Mo body evil spirit diffuses, "it is ridiculous."
Wang Si Mo slowly raised his hand.
At that moment, Chang Yu's spirit was extremely tense and protected by Wang Si Cong's side.
He is well aware of the power of the breaking Gang crossbow.
If all the arrows were fired at once, Wang Si Cong, as an ordinary person, would even be smashed to pieces.
"Broken Gang crossbow, unfortunately, I can't feel how powerful it is." Luo Feng whispered to himself and suddenly shook his hand.
As fast as lightning.
All people only feel a flower in front of their eyes, and a silver awn breaks out of the sky.
Mysterious Throwing Knife!
"It's him!" Wang Si Mo's hand suddenly stops in mid air, and his heart vibrates violently.
He thought of the scene he had met in the second iron shop yesterday.
Flying knife!
See the throwing knife again!
Whew! Whew! Whew! Whew!
Between the electric light and the flint, the Throwing Knife turned into silver and the lightning rain, shooting in all directions.
The royal guards, who were holding broken Gang crossbows in all directions, had no time to react and fell down one by one.
At this moment, the onlookers in the distance were shocked again.
The strength shown by the young man in black exceeded their expectations again and again.
"Wolf swordsmanship, which school is the cultivation method?"
"He claims that he has no family and no school. However, I don't believe that one can reach such a level after half a year's practice."
"Yes, half a year ago he was just an ordinary man No, maybe there is a possibility. Over the years, Jiang Xingchen has been hiding his clumsiness. He has always been a proud man. "
All the people exploded and talked.
The name of Jiang Xingchen began to spread.
The whole Wang family was singled out by his own efforts.
Now it seems that the Wangs have no cards.
Many people's eyes are looking at Wang Temple, the eldest young master of the Wang family.
Wang Si Mo is the strongest of Wang family.
"Wang Temple Mo has been known as Tianjiao since he was a child. He is a disciple of the great Dharma protector of the blood clothes sect. No one knows his specific strength. Maybe he can compete with Jiang Xingchen. You should know that Wang Simi is at least ten years older than Jiang Xingchen."
"Looking forward to a wonderful duel, if Jiang Xingchen can really sweep the Wangs, I think after today, it will certainly attract the attention of many religious sects in the city of snow night. With his talent, it is not difficult to worship the best sect gate of snow night city."
Wang Si Mo's eyes confront Luo Feng.
There is no doubt that Luo Feng's flying knife made him extremely afraid, especially yesterday, Wang Temple Mo was also injured by Luo Feng's flying knife.
However, now face-to-face, Wang Temple Mo does not think that he must not be Luo Feng's opponent.
Yesterday was just a moment of carelessness.
As long as you guard against the other side's throwing knife, you may not be able to defeat him.
Wang Si Mo walked out slowly.
He represents the strongest power of the Wang family.
Wang Temple ink face is low and calm, forced to this step by Luo Feng, for Wang Temple ink, has lost face.
It's a pity that his master Xiao Yinxu entered the snow maiden peak early in the morning because of some clues about the immortal spring map. However, the two martial arts masters of the blood clothes sect have not yet arrived. Otherwise, he would not have to worry so much.
This war must be won.
As soon as Wang Temple ink reached out, a bloody long knife appeared, and the blood was shining with bloody cold light.
There was an invisible chill all around.Many people in this moment subconsciously hit a shiver, staring at the blood knife in the hand of Wang Temple mo.
The blood clothes sect itself is a mysterious and strange sect.
There's even something sinister about it.
Their practice is unique and different from ordinary martial arts.
Nowadays, many people are aware of Wang Temple's bright sword.
I don't know how much blood this bloody knife drank.
The evil resentment released by the blade is creepy.
Luo Feng's eyes are also staring at Wang Si Mo's blood knife.
Not only in the breath, but also in the structure of the blade of this blood knife, it is different from the ordinary blade.
"Die." When Wang Si Mo wields his sword, he carries the Dharma phase on his back. He is astonished by a strange blood mist. When the sword is wielded, the blood mist fills the sky.
"These blood mists are highly toxic." The expression of common language is dignified and open.
Luo Feng steps away in the air, epee in hand, strong cut.
The figure shuttles directly through the blood mist.
Luo Feng's body is not afraid of any poison in the world.
These blood fog, for Luo Feng, at most, is just a little disgusting.
"What!"
Wang Temple Mo has great confidence in his blood mist poison. Seeing Luo Feng rushing into the blood mist, he was about to be secretly pleased. Unexpectedly, the next second, Luo Feng's sword power has been cut down.
These blood mists didn't work for him at all?
"How could it be?" Wang Si Mo lost his voice and waved his blood knife. His sharp light tried to block Luo Feng's epee.
"Wolf sword, broken sword."
Keng!
The heavy Epee, like a thunderbolt, bombards wangsi ink.
Bang bang bang!
Wang Si Mo's body is defeated and flies out.
The blood knife in his hand also took off his hand and flew out, flying in the direction of Wang family members.
Wang Temple song startled out a cold sweat, legs paralysis sitting on the ground, blood knife rubbing his body * the back of the pillar.
Boom!
Wang Temple ink also fell to the ground.
"Young master!"
All the people of the Wang family rushed to protect Wang Temple mo.
"Big brother." Wang Temple Cloud also anxious, hurriedly walked over, pulled out the blood knife, strode to Wang Temple ink.
Wang Temple song is still a little shaken.
He's just an ordinary person. If the blood knife is more than three points, his life will be accounted for here.
Wang Temple song subconsciously turned back, his eyes touched the pillar inserted by the blood knife, and his pupil suddenly widened
Naturally, Wang Temple Mo would not doubt whether the Jiang Xingchen in front of him was true or not. What he wanted to know was whether there was a strong cultivation sect behind Jiang Xingchen after he entered the snow girl peak. Luo Feng mouth light Yang, looking at Wang Temple ink, calm answer, "no door, no school, Jiang Xingchen." Wang Temple Mo's sight is cold. Wang Si Cong has arrived ten meters in front of Wang Temple residence. "Stop." Wang Temple Mo cold drink, "you are not qualified to step into the Wang family half step." Wang Temple Cong face no expression, "I just want to see my father." "Hum." Wang Si Mo suddenly waved his hand. In all directions, there were royal guards. These royal guards held special bows and crossbows in their hands, pointing directly at Wang Si Cong. "Jiang Xingchen, I'd like to see if the Epee in your hand can really protect Wang Sicong's integrity." Wang Temple Mo spoke coldly. Chang Yu's face has changed color, "broken Gang crossbow!" Luo Feng's sight narrowed. Chang Yu said in a low voice, "the broken Gang crossbow is a bow and crossbow specially made for breaking practitioners. The bows and arrows are specially made and belong to the tattooed soldiers. Every arrow fired by the broken Gang crossbow contains extremely terrible power. Ten thousand arrows are fired at once, and ordinary martial artists in Qingyun can kill them in seconds. The strength of the Wang family can't have so many broken Gang crossbows. These must have been obtained by Wang Temple Mo from the blood clothes door. " "Jiang Xingchen, you don't really think that you can make Wang Si Cong safe and sound today with just one person?" Wang Temple Mo body evil spirit diffuses, "it is ridiculous." Wang Si Mo slowly raised his hand. At that moment, Chang Yu's spirit was extremely tense and protected by Wang Si Cong's side. He is well aware of the power of the breaking Gang crossbow. If all the arrows were fired at once, Wang Si Cong, as an ordinary person, would even be smashed to pieces. "Broken Gang crossbow, unfortunately, I can't feel how powerful it is." Luo Feng whispered to himself and suddenly shook his hand. As fast as lightning. All people only feel a flower in front of their eyes, and a silver awn breaks out of the sky. Mysterious Throwing Knife! "It's him!" Wang Si Mo's hand suddenly stops in mid air, and his heart vibrates violently. He thought of the scene he had met in the second iron shop yesterday. Flying knife! See the throwing knife again! Whew! Whew! Whew! Whew! Between the electric light and the flint, the Throwing Knife turned into silver and the lightning rain, shooting in all directions. The royal guards, who were holding broken Gang crossbows in all directions, had no time to react and fell down one by one. At this moment, the onlookers in the distance were shocked again. The strength shown by the young man in black exceeded their expectations again and again. "Wolf swordsmanship, which school is the cultivation method?" "He claims that he has no family and no school. However, I don't believe that one can reach such a level after half a year's practice." "Yes, half a year ago he was just an ordinary man No, maybe there is a possibility. Over the years, Jiang Xingchen has been hiding his clumsiness. He has always been a proud man. " All the people exploded and talked. The name of Jiang Xingchen began to spread. The whole Wang family was singled out by his own efforts. Now it seems that the Wangs have no cards. Many people's eyes are looking at Wang Temple, the eldest young master of the Wang family. Wang Si Mo is the strongest of Wang family. "Wang Temple Mo has been known as Tianjiao since he was a child. He is a disciple of the great Dharma protector of the blood clothes sect. No one knows his specific strength. Maybe he can compete with Jiang Xingchen. You should know that Wang Simi is at least ten years older than Jiang Xingchen." "Looking forward to a wonderful duel, if Jiang Xingchen can really sweep the Wangs, I think after today, it will certainly attract the attention of many religious sects in the city of snow night. With his talent, it is not difficult to worship the best sect gate of snow night city." Wang Si Mo's eyes confront Luo Feng. There is no doubt that Luo Feng's flying knife made him extremely afraid, especially yesterday, Wang Temple Mo was also injured by Luo Feng's flying knife. However, now face-to-face, Wang Temple Mo does not think that he must not be Luo Feng's opponent. Yesterday was just a moment of carelessness. As long as you guard against the other side's throwing knife, you may not be able to defeat him. Wang Si Mo walked out slowly. He represents the strongest power of the Wang family. Wang Temple ink face is low and calm, forced to this step by Luo Feng, for Wang Temple ink, has lost face. It's a pity that his master Xiao Yinxu entered the snow maiden peak early in the morning because of some clues about the immortal spring map. However, the two martial arts masters of the blood clothes sect have not yet arrived. Otherwise, he would not have to worry so much. This war must be won. As soon as Wang Temple ink reached out, a bloody long knife appeared, and the blood was shining with bloody cold light. There was an invisible chill all around.Many people in this moment subconsciously hit a shiver, staring at the blood knife in the hand of Wang Temple mo. The blood clothes sect itself is a mysterious and strange sect. There's even something sinister about it. Their practice is unique and different from ordinary martial arts. Nowadays, many people are aware of Wang Temple's bright sword. I don't know how much blood this bloody knife drank. The evil resentment released by the blade is creepy. Luo Feng's eyes are also staring at Wang Si Mo's blood knife. Not only in the breath, but also in the structure of the blade of this blood knife, it is different from the ordinary blade. "Die." When Wang Si Mo wields his sword, he carries the Dharma phase on his back. He is astonished by a strange blood mist. When the sword is wielded, the blood mist fills the sky. "These blood mists are highly toxic." The expression of common language is dignified and open. Luo Feng steps away in the air, epee in hand, strong cut. The figure shuttles directly through the blood mist. Luo Feng's body is not afraid of any poison in the world. These blood fog, for Luo Feng, at most, is just a little disgusting. "What!" Wang Temple Mo has great confidence in his blood mist poison. Seeing Luo Feng rushing into the blood mist, he was about to be secretly pleased. Unexpectedly, the next second, Luo Feng's sword power has been cut down. These blood mists didn't work for him at all? "How could it be?" Wang Si Mo lost his voice and waved his blood knife. His sharp light tried to block Luo Feng's epee. "Wolf sword, broken sword." Keng! The heavy Epee, like a thunderbolt, bombards wangsi ink. Bang bang bang! Wang Si Mo's body is defeated and flies out. The blood knife in his hand also took off his hand and flew out, flying in the direction of Wang family members. Wang Temple song startled out a cold sweat, legs paralysis sitting on the ground, blood knife rubbing his body * the back of the pillar. Boom! Wang Temple ink also fell to the ground. "Young master!" All the people of the Wang family rushed to protect Wang Temple mo. "Big brother." Wang Temple Cloud also anxious, hurriedly walked over, pulled out the blood knife, strode to Wang Temple ink. Wang Temple song is still a little shaken. He's just an ordinary person. If the blood knife is more than three points, his life will be accounted for here. Wang Temple song subconsciously turned back, his eyes touched the pillar inserted by the blood knife, and his pupil suddenly widened
