After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

On this day of the finals, heavy rains and thunder, dark clouds piled up.

Four auras lighted up from the four corners of Shengrenzhuang, rushing to the clouds, golden light surrounded the arena, blocking the wind and rain.

The monks watched this wonderful duel in mid-air with their swords. As for the mortals, they could only look up at the huge mirage woven by the mirage beast in the air.

The battle for the leader is still going on between Shengji and Peiyu.

Huaibo looked up at the sky and said to them, "The weather is bad, so solve it sooner."

Yu Chisu smiled and said, "Shengji, can you force Peiyu back half a step this time?"

Sheng Ji blinked, "You will see me with admiration later."

They stand on the court and salute each.

Everyone held their breath, looking forward to a wonderful match, secretly speculating whether Shengji could let Peiyu perform the eleventh move.

This time the sword test was much more interesting than in previous years. First, there was the legend of the undefeated ten strokes of jade, and then Liu looked around the double sword like a broken bamboo, and Shengji and Yu Chisu also performed amazingly.

Sheng Ji flicked his sword, looked up at the sky, and sighed: "The weather is bad, I want to go back soon."

Peiyu frowned and looked at him puzzled.

Sheng Ji spread his hands, "I admit defeat."

The crowd of onlookers took a breath, not understanding what was going on.

That's it... Give up?

Wearing a black hat, a woman whispered: "Such a scene, only three hundred years ago..." She cast her gaze on Huaibo, and quickly took it back.

This kind of scene was only comparable to the sword test three hundred years ago. In order to give up the cloud to Huaibo, Heqing Yigan took the initiative to give up.

Sheng Ji coughed a few times, "I'm not going to fight you, my hair will grow out hard, in case it burns again," his face was slightly embarrassed, and he waved his hands again and again, "If you don't fight, you won't fight."

Both left and right lose. Rather than being hanged and beaten in full view and then lost, he would rather give up at the beginning.

The elder waited for a while and saw that he was determined to admit defeat, so he began to announce the ranking and award prizes.

Peiyu won first place, Shengji second, Liu Huangu and Yu Chisu tied for third.

Wearing a cyan pigment robe, Yuanfeng handed the prize to Peiyu with his own hands. On the jade plate was a golden golden pill. "The name of this pill is returned to the Yuan. It took me a hundred years to refine it. It can help you transform your gods." The corners of his mouth bend, his eyes are gentle, "Presumably Yuan Ying is not difficult for you."

The immortals on the cloud stared at the Guiyuan Pill with a look of shock on their faces. It is also hard to find a spirit pill that can increase the chance of the Yuan Ying, let alone transforming the gods?

But how many people can cultivate to the Consummation of Yuan Ying? This spirit pill is also only useful for monks who are astonished and brilliant as jade.

Peiyu took it with both hands and thanked him respectfully.

Yuanfeng gave rewards to the remaining three in turn. When she walked to Liu Huangu, she applauded, "You are very good, I want to give you another reward."

Liu Huan was neither humble nor arrogant, kneeling down on the ground, Yuan Feng put his hand on the top of her hair, "In the future, you will be my direct disciple."

Before that, only Jiyue and You Yancui were the direct disciples of Yuanfeng in the East China Sea.

The disciple of Shengrenzhuang was in an uproar, looked at the cloud in a puzzled manner, and did not understand why such a weak and humble person suddenly changed his temperament.

Liu Huan looked at her face with a humble smile, gentle and gentle, no humbleness, no arrogance.

For today, she has been dormant for a hundred years.

Above the heavy clouds, the wind was rustling, Liu looked around his hands, and the purple clothes fluttered.

The corners of her mouth were slightly bent, and the good wind sent me to the blue clouds by virtue of its strength.

When everything was settled, the golden streamer enchantment shook suddenly, and everyone on the field was unstable and fell.

Peiyu's expression converged, and when she looked up, hundreds of swimming floodwaters were twisting in the dark clouds like long snakes.

The sea was turbulent, almost instantly, countless sea monsters and monsters gushing out of the water, surrounding the saint Zhuang Tuantuan, killing the sky.

The monks are at ease all year round, and have never seen such a battle before, most of them pale and show fear.

Peiyu didn't panic like them, thinking that the demons were in collusion and chose to besiege Saints Village today. Do they want to win promising, stun the immortal gate, or besiege the rising star of the immortal gate?

Yuan Feng's expression was faint, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the golden light was even worse, forcing the Yao Yao to retreat. Her voice rang out for several miles, "I wonder if you all came from afar, what's the point?"

King Jiao raised a huge head from the cloud, coldly looking down at everyone, "Yuan Feng, your disciple took my son's life! Strip my son Jiao Jin! This hatred is not shared!"

Peiyu couldn't help but glance at Huaibo. She remembered that the Jiao Jin asked by Master was unusual, and there was a golden stream of light flashing in it. Could it be that when you first saw Master, you knew that it was the sinew of the royal family in Jiao Zhong, so she took the initiative to ask for it?

Yuanfeng smiled like ice, "Let me see how you can get revenge!"

The group of floodwaters impacted, the barrier swayed endlessly, the golden light flickered, and there was a vaguely dim image.

Yuanfeng held a long sword in his hand, stepped out in one step, and moved out of the enchantment in a flash, fighting with the King Jiao.

Everyone looked up nervously and watched.

The figure of one person and one demon loomed in the sea of ​​dark clouds and thunder.

Qun Jiao wanted to step forward to help out, but was stopped by a group of Sage Zhuang disciples brought by Ji Yue and You Yancui.

The King Jiao let out a painful cry, and Yuanfeng severely slashed a sword in his belly. The blood flowed like a pour and poured onto the barrier, almost dyeing the entire barrier red.

Yuan Feng appeared in the barrier, his body swayed, his footsteps vacant.

Liu Huangu hurriedly supported her, "Master, how are you?"

"Nothing." Yuan Feng squinted his eyes, his face a little pale, "Fall Dragon King, you are not against me, do you want to ask for trouble?"

King Jiao spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and shouted impatiently: "Don't think I don't know! You are also the end of the battle!"

Its claws tore the barrier, the dragon's tail shook, and the giant python-like lightning slammed the barrier, one after another.

There are three great masters who come to participate in the sword test competition, and there are also many casual cultivators with shallow cultivation skills.

These people looked pale and panicked, and asked in a loud voice, "What should I do?"

"The saint will protect us, right."

The enchantment was faltering, Yuan Feng clenched the long sword in his hand and stood in front of the crowd, facing countless demons alone.

"Amitabha Buddha." Tianxin stood up first, sitting crouched among the clouds, chanting Sanskrit sounds. The golden light spilled from him and was inhaled by the barrier.

The monks woke up like a dream, one after another, doing their best to strengthen the enchantment.

Countless brilliances gathered together, and the enchantment was flourishing.

Yuan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and exhorted Liu Huan: "Stabilize the situation here."

Then a sea of ​​clouds appeared instantly, trying to take the opportunity to force the King Jiao back. She is agile in figure, her sword is shining, and she wanders freely among the group of demons, blazing a trail of blood. In addition, Jiyueyou Yancui led the team to help, and the situation faintly prevailed.

Peiyu asked: "Master, shall we help?"

Huaibo raised his hand to stabilize them, "Don't go out yet, now it's just the beginning."

"Start?" Rong Ji was puzzled.

Huaibo raised his eyes and glanced at Canghai, and whispered to her in a whisper, "Wait, no matter what the situation is, don't turn it into its original form."

Canghai tightened his sleeve corners, "Master, I can... can..."

If she transforms into a dragon once, she may be able to stop the dispute in an instant.

Huaibo patted her on the shoulder, and smiled: "You would rather remove the monster bones and offer Niqin, don't you just want to get rid of this kind of life?" She pulled out of the cloud, with a serious expression, "Retreat behind me, I If you don’t fall, you must not move.

Huaibo stood beside her with a knife, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

With tears in Canghai's eyes, he choked up and said: "Master..."

Rong Jibai held her hand and nodded gently, "Trust us."

Yuanfeng forced the King Jiao to retreat steadily, unable to approach the enchantment, Jiyue bowed his bow and shot arrows, the arrows were like meteors, and the smoky spear was like a dragon, killing and cutting decisively.

People breathed a sigh of relief. When they thought the situation was going well, the barrier shook again. Most of the monks with a slightly lower level of cultivation vomited blood and fell back to the ground.

A huge tentacle slammed on the barrier.

King Jiao yelled: "King Octopus, you are too slow to come!"

The old voice rolled out of the sea, like thunder and tremors, "Fall Dragon King, I can't fly."

King Jiao laughed, "Where are the other two kings?"

"Great King Fairy Dolphin is coming, Great King Spirit Turtle is still on the way."

King Jiao said: "Isn't it the first to inform King Spirit Turtle? It hasn't come yet?"

King Octopus: "It's not that you don't know it, don't worry, you and I alone are enough to swallow this little saint mansion."

Yuan Feng said coldly: "Arrogant!"

The figure was erratic, and appeared in front of the barrier in the blink of an eye. A sword struck the octopus's tentacles, but the tentacles were soft, and the sword's edge was deeply stuck in it.

King Jiao seized the opportunity and threw his huge tail. Yuan Feng could only give up his sword and jumped away.

King Jiao said: "Yuanfeng, don't have to struggle to death, as long as you surrender the murderer of my son, I will let your saint village go this time, how about?"

The golden light of Yuanfeng's fingertips lit up: "You are dreaming!"

The Octopus King brought a group of sailors and forced all the disciples of Shengrenzhuang to retreat into the enchantment. Yuan Feng swims between the two monsters, gradually showing a decline, the barrier is bombarded time and time again, the golden light is dim, and several cracks appear on it.

"Are we going to die?" The crying and mourning of the people of Jiucheng came from below, haunting everyone's heart.

If the barrier is broken, ten thousand demons enter, and the sea pours, the monk can still escape with the sword, where should the mortal hide?

"Master, are we going to take action?" Zhao Jian asked anxiously.

Huaibo said: "I'm going, you stay here." She turned her head to look at Peiyu, and said seriously: "Stay here, if the barrier is broken, you are needed here."

Peiyu looked at her and slowly let go of Wushuang, her expression a little helpless: "Okay."

Huaibo was in the shape of electricity, and a cyan light flashed, and there was a hideous wound on the tentacles of the Eight-Clawed King.

It was furious, "Who is it?"

Huaibo kicked a fish away, turned over to avoid the huge claws of the king of Jiao who broke the jade to divide the gold, merged with Yuanfeng, back to back, "I said beauties," she had a smile in her eyes, "I'm serious After thinking about it, maybe you call it Hu Wei."

Yuan Feng calmly said, "Making a fool."

Huaibo laughed, and swung a sword to cut a dragon into two sections, "You said it, beauties."

The two of them did not lose the two great monsters alone, but there were too many monsters in the water, densely packed with no end in sight, and they were still pouring out of the sea.

With the power of the enchantment, Huaibo folds in the clouds, like a green blue bird, piercing towards King Jiaowang's eyes. When he was about to succeed, a sharp voice came from the sea, stabbing her head with pain, the sword The tip trembled, only scratching King Jiao's nose.

Yuan Feng's situation was even worse. When he heard this sound, his body was stagnant, and he was hit by the dragon's tail of the King Jiao, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the enchantment.

The enchantment has been swayed to the west, and the sane person is also pale, and the corners of his mouth are bleeding.

Huaibo frowned, his backhand forced the Eight-Claw King back, and cursed, "This **** dolphin sound!"