To comfort Lu Le, Meng Zhao immediately turned his eyes to the scene and was in a fierce confrontation, as if Mars hit the earth and the young assassin who appeared first.

The young assassin's body movements are good. He moves in a whirlpool between advancing and retreating, like moving in a wind. It may be some kind of Taoist true light skills.

Moreover, his martial arts are extremely exquisite. A pair of fleshy palms flew up and down, and the palm shadows were heavy, endless. In the overlap, it seemed like an invisible wall of air was pressing towards Fang Xiaohou, like a mountain covered with Mount Tai. Needless to say, the more terrifying thing is that this person's qi has a long and stagnant vein.

In contrast, Fang Xiaohou also frequently uses methods, and the eight divine magical skills he passed down from his family are also quite sharp.

He used the three unique skills of Garula, Makhura, and Asura, which were divided into the claws of the golden roll, the body technique of the python god, and the powerful fighting spirit of Asura, which were mixed together and attacked fiercely. For a moment, he was like a giant who was surging across the mountains and seas, defeating the endless palm force of the young master.

In fact, the eight magical skills learned by Mr. Fang can only be said to be successful, but not mastered. The so-called claw skills, body skills, and powerful fighting spirit are all manifestations, which is the most simple level of magical skills.

If you practice diligently, you can condense the eight Dharma appearances on the body surface, and you will feel like a true Buddha sitting and illuminating, fighting with others will lead to no disadvantages, and you will push everything horizontally.

Both of them have extremely high cultivation levels. The acquired realm of great success has gone very far, and it is unknown whether it is about to be perfect.

According to Meng Zhao's opinion, the little marquis is stronger, and it is unknown whether there is any difference.

The battlefield between the two was also the center of the top floor of the entire Mingxiang Building. As the battle situation was fierce, the battle became more and more fierce. The remaining energy spread, smashing all the floors, tables, chairs, and decorations around them. There were even two unlucky ghosts who were directly injured by Qi Jin and were pulled to the corner to hide.

Among the assassins coming up, there were naturally some people who were blindly looking to deal with Meng Zhao. However, Lu Le made an attack to stop the opponent, and the martial arts he used was also extremely powerful. The Wuxiang Hunyuan skill was harmonious and mysterious, and he pointed to the killing.

It can be foreseen that the situation has gradually turned to the side of the young masters of Nan'an County City, and the assassination was limited, but he caught him off guard. Now he is invincible against the crowd and it is difficult to support him.

However, Meng Zhao did not relax his vigilance, but instead hid more carefully among the panicked young masters, quietly observing the situation around him.

"Haha, the thief will die, I will take my sword."

At this time, the sword in Zheng Kexie's hand had been unsheathed. The sword body was three feet long, cold and smooth, like a gurgling water, thin and sharp, and it was obviously a rare sword.

In conjunction with the Ruyun Dang Sun Sword Sutra, the sword light turned into clouds and mist. When the wrists shook, the clouds and mist drifted, the two wrists of an assassin who used his fists had been cut off and blood was flowing.

Before he could roar and scream, another sword energy broke through the air and struck his throat, causing the spirit in his eyes to disappear.

Zheng Kexie showed his power and was about to continue to work hard to continue to kill the masters so that his junior sister could admire him.

The mutation is at this moment.

A sharp sword light suddenly flew out of the window, as if it was like a firefly, silent. It came first. With a ding sound, it directly cut the sword in Zheng Kexie's hand into two pieces, and the remaining momentum did not diminish. A long blood mark was cut out of the cheek of the tall foot of the Fire Dragon Cave. The flesh and blood were separated, and it looked extremely ferocious and terrifying. Even if there were magic medicines, it would be difficult to change the result of disfigurement.

Fortunately, Zheng Kexie had a solid foundation and agile reaction. Otherwise, this sword that never diminished with strength would not have cut open his cheeks, but his entire head, and the result would not be just disfigurement, but death.

"ah!"

Zheng Kexie shouted in pain, full of the powerful internal force of the Dantian, and it seemed to turn into an invisible sound wave, echoing in this huge room, trembling people's ears rumbling, like a sunny drought thunder, and the qi and blood are unstable.

The skin on his face was delicate and the pain was even stronger. Although Zheng Kexie had no worries about his life, the pain he suffered was inevitable.

Although he practiced in the Fire Dragon Cave, he had not suffered much since he was a child, so he was unbearable. He even went crazy and held the sword and slashed around, accidentally hurting the children of the wealthy families in the city, causing everyone to jump up and down, and for a moment, the entire top floor was as messy as a vegetable market.

Tang Ling'er was anxious, with worried eyes and stomped her feet. However, now Zheng Ke was completely insane. If she stepped forward, she might be in danger.

It was the eldest son of the Zhao family in the city who joined forces with Huang Baoying to suppress him, hit the Danzhong point on his chest, disperse his soul and eliminate his will, and then he calmed down.

The flying sword light was as sharp as a world-class magic weapon, and it was hard to bear. It contained a wisp of invincible sword intent that cut off everything. The sharp edge of the aura was also extremely rare.

However, Meng Zhao was the only one who was focused on the field and could see through it. The sword light was not a magic sword at all, but a dry branch that could be found on the roadside.

Meng Zhao's eyes widened, his heart was filled with turmoil, his eyelids were beating involuntarily, and he couldn't help but shrink into the crowd, murmured,

How is that possible?

The weapons in the world are also divided into levels like martial arts. Martial arts are differentiated from acquired, innate, and masters, while weapons are also divided into different levels, ground level, sky level, and supreme artifacts.

The so-called human-level weapons generally refer to the weapons held by most warriors. In addition to their characteristics such as toughness, sharpness, and firmness, they are no different. Even if they are immortal and those who cut iron like mud are still human-level weapons.

The Earth level can already be called a divine weapon, with all kinds of incredible abilities.

The most basic thing is to give birth to a spirit, that is, a weapon spirit, which has the characteristics of communicating the world and blessing the vitality. For example, Meng Zhao is now just an acquired martial artist, but if he holds a magic weapon at the Earth level, he can communicate the vitality of the world, which can be used for both practice and fighting.

In addition to this basic characteristic, there are also various functions, such as swallowing blood with swords, confusing spirits, manipulating the natural phenomena of wind, thunder, rain, and electricity, attracting people to dream, absorbing luck, etc., which are not limited to ordinary weapons, and all things can be used as earth-level magic weapons.

The methods of casting ground-level divine weapons are also strange and have ordinary materials, but the caster uses his body to pour his body into the furnace and uses his own soul as the spirit of the weapon, and has made it through the polishing and fusion of heaven and earth treasures. It is the most orthodox way to give birth to earth-level divine weapons. There are also many people who have experienced the changes of time and generations of masters and have accidentally created spirituality.

The heavenly level divine weapon, the spirit of the weapon, can transform into souls, like a warrior, swallow the power of heaven and earth, condense the law and Taoist fruit, and possess infinite magical powers. Even the master cannot surrender, it has long been extinct in China and is rare to see it.

The Supreme Artifact, it’s better not to mention it.

The sword in Zheng Kexie's hand is definitely not a ground-level magic weapon, but it is definitely of the best quality among human-level weapons. You can tell by looking at the daily swords that are always in the Fire Dragon Cave, and you can tell if you are endless.

Even if you don’t say it, you can cut iron like mud, tough and strong.

However, it was cut off by a dead branch flying over, and the sharp and sharp sword energy was as sharp as a real magic sword, which made it even more powerful.

With this trick alone, everyone present was the one that was eaten by someone.
Chapter completed!