Qin Yu immediately looked stunned when he realized that the woman in front of him was Mu Linmei, the daughter of the Goddess of Shepherd and the ninth on the ancient holy monument list. top novel, The Goddess of Shepherd, the Lord of Tianjiang, a peerless strongman in the Tianwu Realm, is not weaker than the powerful existence of several decision-makers in the world.
Since this woman is the daughter of the God of Shepherd, it is not surprising that she has such courage and strength.
However, Qin Yu had a lot of hatred with the three Tianjiang tribes, especially the Nie tribe.
In front of the two young masters of the Mu tribe and the Lin tribe, Qin Yu beheaded a young master of the Nie tribe, Lu.
Kuang and another young master of the Nie clan also died at his own hands.
With this hatred, the Nie clan would definitely not spare him.
Since Mu Linmei is the daughter of the Goddess of Shepherd, if she knows these things, the relationship between the two parties will most likely become hostile.
In fact, Mu Linmei saw the scene where Qin Yu killed Niyuan.
Tianjiang has always been very patriarchal.
Although Mu Linmei is the daughter of the Goddess of Shepherd, her status in Tianjiang is not very high.
People go their own way, but on the contrary Due to the dissatisfaction of the top leaders of the three tribes, the situation in Tianjiang is complicated and ever-changing, and each of the three tribes has different intentions.
The evil tribe in Tianjiang is ambitious and stubborn, and they want to be the leader of the three tribes.
They should also learn this lesson, so Mu Linmei Just watching with cold eyes.
"have a finger in the pie" Kunpeng said angrily, and Fang Tian drew his halberd, carrying the power of splitting the sky and splitting the earth, and slashed towards Qin Yu like it penetrated the space.
The fierce wind tore cracks in the surrounding space.
"Hahahaha Kunpeng, let me show you the strength of the Ancient Holy Monument, which is second on the mortal list."
Chang Sheng laughed wildly, holding the disobedient red sword in his hand.
A shocking light appeared on the sword.
He slashed out with the sword and collided with Fang Tian's painted halberd.
Clang A loud sound from the golden sword, which was about to tear people's eardrums, spread out.
Two different blade lights intertwined and stirred, spreading out in ripples, shaking the space, and the swords and halberds shook each other.
Even if they saw it, Fang Tian's painted halberd retreated wildly, and the immortal red ghost body was also shaken back ten feet away.
His feet came into contact with the ground, making a loud thunder-like sound.
The last step, the moment he stepped on the ground, the dull sound became even louder.
The immortal figure stopped, the red ghost body shook, and all the force coming from Fang Tian's painted halberd was defeated.
The tip of the disobedient red sword fell to the ground, and issued There was a loud and crisp sound, the ghost body turned, and the red ghost energy swept out, forming a strange red mist, faintly covering the immortal ghost body Bang Amidst the loud noise, Changsheng stepped out, a strong wind rose up against the ground, and the red mist drifted away.
I was shocked to see Changsheng possessed by a red evil phase, with flying red hair, holding a red knife of disobedience, and an evil bloody light burst out from his eyes. , showing a domineering attitude "Hahahahaha Kunpeng, this emperor wants the blood of the divine phoenix, but you have no life to possess it."
The words of tyranny sounded from the mouth of the ghost who grinned from Chang Sheng to his ears.
He wanted the blood of the divine phoenix not to flow out, so it was naturally taken by Xiao Jin.
Immediately, he stepped on it with both feet, and the ground shook violently.
Fortunately, the ground here was enough.
Hard, otherwise it would surely shatter every inch, but Changsheng turned into a red afterimage and headed straight for Kunpeng.
The cultivators present were all surprised when Kunpeng, who was ranked fifth on the mortal list of the Ancient Holy Monument, defended Kunpeng, who occupied the second position on the mortal list of the Ancient Holy Monument.
"court death" Kunpeng said sternly, his giant beak opened wide, and with a terrifying roar, carrying billowing demonic energy, he rushed towards Changsheng.
The terrifying energy fluctuations emitted were enough to kill an ordinary ninth-grade throne in an instant.
Wherever he passed, the space shook.
The terrifying sound howl met the red ghost aura around Changsheng's body, and a dense dull sound erupted, but the red ghost aura blocked the sound and howl outside.
"Hahahaha, it seems that Kunpeng, who is second on the list of ancient holy monuments, is only this strong.
He will not disappoint me, right?"
Changsheng laughed wildly, and turned the red knife of disobedience in his hand.
Red thunder suddenly appeared on the blade and handle, and the thunder snake flashed, making a scalp-numbing crisp sound.
Before the death of Mu Huacheng, he was a dual practitioner of Changsheng martial arts and was good at the way of wind and thunder.
Now, although he has become a ghost cultivator, the way of wind and thunder has not been put aside, but he has gained a deeper understanding.
Changsheng used his technique to cover the red thunder with the disobedient red sword, raising its power to a higher level.
"Red Sky Ghost Slash"
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With a domineering drink, the disobedient red sword was slashed out instantly.
The gods and ghosts were frightened, and the world was shaken.
A domineering red sword light, accompanied by a dense hissing thunder snake, tore the space and slashed towards Kunpeng's body.
At the same time, the immortal figure, He also followed the sword light and rushed towards Kunpeng.
There was a solemn look in Kunpeng's eyes.
The strength of the red ghost was somewhat beyond his expectation.
He actually had a feeling that the red ghost was not weaker than him.
Mixed with the red ghost's domineering sword light, it was even more...
It made Kunpeng feel a hint of danger "kill" Kunpeng forced this thought out of his mind.
Amidst the awe-inspiring killing sound, his wings flapped, and the moment his body soared into the air, his huge body collided with Changsheng.
Kunpeng believed that Chi Gui would never be his opponent, firstly because of his confidence in his powerful trump card, and secondly because he believed that the ranking of the ancient holy monument would not make mistakes.
The figures of Kuangba Daomang and Kunpeng met, and soon they saw Kunpeng's two huge claws grasping the two sides of the sword.
The next moment, Kuangba Daomang was torn into two halves.
But Kunpeng's two bird claws didn't seem to be hurt at all.
Changsheng's eyes were filled with power, and he was shocked that Kunpeng could defeat Daomang so easily.
Kunpeng's pupils also shrank.
Although his claws were extremely tough and did not suffer any substantial damage, the power in the sword light caused a strong feeling of pain in his claws.
Those red thunder snakes invaded his body.
He consumed twice the demonic energy before erasing them.
"kill" A sharp sound rang out from Kunpeng's mouth again.
Huge wings that covered the sky and earth fanned towards Changsheng, setting off a violent wind.
Under the force of this violent wind, many cultivators retreated wildly and had to use the energy in their bodies to resist.
“Good time” Changsheng was happy and fearless, and the red ghost energy converged on the disobedient red sword.
The long sword whirled, with unparalleled momentum, and slashed towards Kunpeng's huge wings.
The moment the two clashed, a loud bang broke out, and immediately they saw the immortal ghost body falling towards the ground under the terrifying force carried by the huge wings.
Bang Changsheng's feet stepped on the ground, making a dull sound.
He stepped on the ground again, and an extremely powerful force exploded, pouring into the disobedient red knife, resisting Kunpeng's wings.
"kill" There was a killing sound, arrogant and domineering, looking down at the world.
I saw Changsheng holding a knife in one hand, holding Kunpeng's wings, shouting angrily, stepping on the ground, but his figure rushed towards Kunpeng's belly at an extremely fast speed. , the tip of the knife passed across Kunpeng's black iron-like wings, emitting an extremely harsh whistle and creating countless splashing sparks.
All the cultivators were shocked.
Chi Gui, who was fifth on the mortal list of the Ancient Holy Monument, was able to fight to such an extent with Kunpeng, who was first on the mortal list of the Ancient Holy Monument, and vaguely took the initiative.
Qin Yu and the other eight, He was also surprised by the strength displayed by Changsheng.
A moment later, under Kunpeng's slightly shocked eyes, the immortal ghost body was very close to Kunpeng's abdomen.
Wings, claws, and beaks are all Kunpeng's most powerful means of attack.
They are extremely hard.
Even if they are barely destroyed, they cannot cause substantial damage to Kunpeng.
Only the abdomen, where Kunpeng is relatively vulnerable, is possible to attack.
Causing fatal damage to Kunpeng Changsheng knew this very well.
Only by getting close to Kunpeng's abdomen could he have a chance to threaten him.
Even if he did so, it would be even more dangerous.
What he was about to face would be Kunpeng's ruthless attack like a violent storm.
"Chigui, should I call you smart or stupid?"
Kunpeng said, he sensed Changsheng's intention.
Although this is Kunpeng's most vulnerable point, it is also where Kunpeng is most confident.
In close combat, the demon clan, with its strength and natural hunting ability, can fight at the same level.
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This kind of fighting method is almost invincible Immediately, Changsheng's ghost body finally came to Kunpeng's belly.
Kunpeng laughed ferociously, and grabbed Changsheng with his huge and sharp claws.
The red ghost face of Changsheng also had a playful look.
The ghost hand reached out and collided with the bird's claws in an extremely fierce way.
The moment the two collided, the long ghost body shook. , and immediately disobeyed his fate and slashed out with his long sword.
Kunpeng and Changsheng, there was an extremely fierce battle between the two.
The soul-stirring sound of intensive collisions reverberated in the empty temple.
The two sides fell into a stalemate.
In a short period of time, the two sides could not tell the winner.
On the other side, Mu Linmei's charming face turned cold, and she looked at Motian, with her seductive red lips raising a frivolous smile.
"Grrrrrrrr, I never expected that the eldest prince of the demon clan, the one who ranked first on the list of ancient holy monuments, would actually be a despicable person who only knows how to croak and steal."
While speaking, the blade of the cold scimitar was pointed directly at the devil.
"Huh, such innocent words, I didn't expect it to come from the mouth of the daughter of the Shepherd.
History only remembers the results and doesn't care about the means," Mo Tian said.
"Keke, is that so?
Motian, in this case, I will let history completely forget you."
Mu Linmei smiled softly, but her eyes were full of icy coldness.
She waved her scimitar, sending out a thousand feet of cold light.
The cold aura filled the air, and snowflakes suddenly fell slowly around Mu Linmei.
"The ruthless plum sword cuts, and the road to hell is filled with snow."
With a sweet voice, Mu Linmei's beautiful figure flew towards Motian.
The sharp blade brought snowflakes all over the sky and slashed towards Motian.
The icy cold air condensed the space, and even covered Motian's body. a layer of frost Motian snorted indifferently, turned out his demonic palm, and held the sharp scimitar hard.
The moment the tip of the knife touched the palm of his hand, it penetrated from the back of Motian's hand.
Motian's expression changed.
The sharpness of this scimitar was beyond his imagination.
"Keke, Mo Tian, you are too careless.
The first sword in Tianjiang is not something that your demon body can withstand."
Mu Linmei smiled and pulled out the scimitar from Motian's palm.
The next moment, the sharp blade went straight to Motian's neck: