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Volume 1 In the Human World Chapter 129 Duel

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    "They're all weird!"

    Thinking of the experience of getting to know the ancient sword, recovering the red monster, and now the Dragon Subduing Sword, Yang Fengnian couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart. For a moment, "Who are you talking about? Who is weird?" The sword spirit can know what Yang Fengnian is thinking at any time.  At this time, after noticing the unspeakable bitter sigh in Yang Fengnian's heart, he was immediately dissatisfied and stared at Yang Fengnian with almond-shaped round eyes with an unkind look.

    Yang Fengnian's face was full of color, and it still looked like he was sighing and sighing.

    However, the next words he spoke took a sudden turn.

    After sighing softly, Yang Fengnian turned his head and looked at the angry sword spirit. His eyes were filled with relief and he said softly: "It's better that you are nice to me!"

    The angry Jianling was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of jealousy appeared on her pretty cheeks.

    After a while, the sword spirit, who was full of hope, lowered his head shyly, held the corner of his skirt with his little hands, and whispered: "It's good if you know!"

    Yang Fengnian smiled slightly, his eyes were kind, and the aura of humility exuding from his whole body made people feel like a spring breeze.

    However, the slight layer of sweat on his forehead still showed his uneasiness at this time.

    Huh, almost gone from the mouth, so dangerous!

    Yang Fengnian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and while the sword spirit wasn't paying attention, he quickly raised his sleeves and secretly wiped the sweat on his forehead.

    Then, Yang Fengnian turned his attention to the huge silver peak at the foot of the mountain.

    "He won't be crushed to death, right?"

    Thinking of Jianglongjian¡¯s bad mouth that deserves to be beaten, Yang Feng was troubled and worried at the same time.

    ¡°After all, I have been looking for a son for so long, and I really want to beat him to death. I have regrets.

    Hearing Yang Fengnian talk about business, Sword Spirit also restrained the charm in his heart.

    Turning his head, he glanced at the silvery peaks at the foot of the mountain, his beautiful eyes rolled, and he curled his lips and said, "Haven't you heard?" Good people don't live long, but harm will last for thousands of years!  "

    "That guy is just a piece of shit who deserves a beating, he's still strong!" Sword Spirit cursed fiercely, obviously aroused by the curse he just received from the Dragon Subduing Sword.

    Hearing what the sword spirit said, Yang Fengnian breathed a sigh of relief.

    "That's good!"

    Then, after a while.

    Yang Fengnian stretched out his hand, slowly hooked his fingers, and moved away the mountain peak that was pressing on the head of the Dragon Subduing Sword.

    "Amidst the rumbling sound," a huge deep pit appeared in Yang Fengnian's eyes under the giant peak.

    And in that pit, the Dragon-Subduing Sword, dressed in a dragon robe, no longer looked as high-spirited as before.

    "At this time, he was lying on his back in the pit with his hair disheveled," he rolled his eyes while rolling his eyes.

    While screaming in pain, he kept cursing: "Grandson, grandson, they are all grandsons!"

    When Yang Fengnian heard this, his expression darkened again.

    He raised his hand in an instant, and the giant peak suspended in the air moved over again.

    "etc!"

    Seeing the shadow of the giant peak falling overhead again, Jianglong, who was still lying in the pit a moment ago, climbed up in a hurry, leaned against the edge of the pit, and screamed.

    "I surrender, I surrender, don't fight, don't fight!" Looking at the giant peak exuding pressure above his head, Jiang Long had a look of fear on his face, and quickly waved his hands and said: "Don't fight, don't fight.  "I admit defeat." Isn't it okay for me to admit defeat?  "

    Yang Fengnian sneered, his hands not moving at all, and the giant peak was still slowly descending.

    Seeing this scene, Jianglong was really scared.

    ¡°I was hit dozens of times just now. Although I wasn¡¯t beaten to death, it was still aggrieved.

    At this time, Jianglong suddenly panicked when he saw that the giant peak was about to fall again.

    Especially when he saw the scholar's sneer on the peak, Jiang Long felt even more uneasy.

    After shouting twice, it had no effect.  Jianglong Bing hurriedly sought medical attention and quickly turned his attention to the woman in a red dress next to the scholar.

    ¡°Hongyi, Hongyi, help me, I don¡¯t dare anymore, I don¡¯t dare anymore, Sister Hongyi!¡±

    Jianglong¡¯s voice had already taken on a crying tone: ¡°I am willing to recognize him as my master!¡±

    Hearing that this guy finally gave in, Yang Fengnian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and looked at the sword spirit.

    Both of them saw a helpless smile in the other's eyes.

    "What a living treasure!"

    Yang Fengnian turned his head, glanced at the deep pit at the foot of the mountain, shook his head and smiled bitterly.  With a wave of his hand, the hangingThe huge peak above the deep pit slowly moved away.

    Valley of the Dead, outside the Palace of the Dead.

    When the Dragon Subduing Sword disappeared, the haze covered the sky again, blocking the sunlight.

    In the valley, the situation was about to collapse, but everything turned around in an instant.

    The morale of the undead army was greatly boosted. Countless undead soldiers waved their soul harvesting blades and roared like a billowing green smoke as they charged towards the defeated demon army.

    The sunlight was blocked, and the light of the monk in white¡¯s Fudo Myoyo golden body dimmed instantly.

    The black Rakshasa waved his arms gently, and the two magic swords that made a thunderous sound passed through the void like lightning, instantly smashing the golden body of the monk in white into pieces.

    The demon sword, which continues to trend, rushes towards the white-clothed monk's eyebrows with billowing vitality.

    However, just when the monk in white was waiting for death.

    The coldness that settled between the brows gradually receded.

    The monk in white slowly opened his eyes and looked indifferently at the woman in black with her arms folded and smiling in the empty palace square. A deep look of confusion flashed through her wise eyes.

    "Why?" the monk in white asked with a frown.

    The black Rakshasa's beautiful eyes glanced at him indifferently, raised her slender jade hand, and pointed behind the white-robed monk: "Monk, I believe in your determination to save all sentient beings, but, hey, you seem to have been tricked?"

    The Black Rakshasa pursed his lips and smiled, and then his beautiful eyes suddenly turned cold.

    The whole person's momentum rose to an incredible extreme in an instant.

    In the heaven and earth, huge amounts of heaven and earth vitality swarmed in, pouring into the Black Rakshasa's body like a flood that broke a bank.

    Looking at the woman in black, her eyes turned dark, her skirts were flying, and her black hair was flying.

    After the monk in white was stunned, he seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

    It turns out that what I just thought was the ultimate showdown, the opponent turned out to be letting off steam!

    At this time, it is the true strength of this woman who left a thousand-year legend in the Conferred God War.

    Shura Black Rakshasa!

    The monk in white sighed bitterly.

    Thinking of the reminder from Black Rakshasa, the monk in white slowly stood up, turned his head and looked behind him.

    When I saw three lines of black smoke rising into the sky from the defeated demon army.

    The monk in white frowned immediately.

    A moment later, the ferocious and violent energy soaring into the sky spread instantly, covering the entire Valley of the Undead in an instant.

    After noticing the violent aura in the air that was extremely contrary to the Buddhist practice, the monk in white frowned and suddenly thought of the possibility in his eyes.

    Looking at the three black smoke in the demon army, the monk in white's eyes darkened.

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