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Chapter 1028 It¡¯s not easy to be a fisherman

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    In the sword formation, black sword energy roared in and roared away.  The two elders of Mohuang each had a secret treasure suspended above their heads to resist the attacks of these death sword energies.

    What the old man in sackcloth wears on his head is a red flame fan. Xiao Chen once experienced the power of this fan. Under the fan, it can be said that the color of the world changes, and the flames burn across the sky for hundreds of miles.

    The strength of the two of them is only one step behind the Grand Master, and the power of the top king-level secret treasures.  It can be exerted 100%, which is completely different from the general master-level martial saints who can only exert the power of ordinary king-level secret treasures.

    The secret treasure of the middle-aged man is a bloody military seal. He collects many military souls and develops a powerful killing spirit. Combined with the military killing fist he has practiced, the power is even more powerful.

    The two people¡¯s natal king-level secret treasures are not defensive secret treasures, and they can only use attack against attack.  Facing the attack of the death sword energy, one cannot give it a go and must always devote one's attention to resisting these sword energies.

    If there is a powerful defensive secret treasure, you can use all the power of the natal secret treasure to subdue the white feather wings without having to work hard like now.

    Whoosh!

    The white wings are like a living creature, fluttering lightly.  Countless smooth feathers fell down, scattering pieces of crystal light, and suddenly threw the two Mo Huang aside.

    "Damn it!"

    The middle-aged man, with a flash of anger on his face, punched out, and endless killing energy emerged.  The pieces of sword energy flying towards him were smashed into pieces.

    But the sword energy was endless, and the white wings led the two of them to a calamity point in the formation. After stepping down, endless sword energy surged in.

    Like a ferocious army of death, rolling and overwhelming, both of them had hallucinations in their eyes, and were trapped in the ancient Styx battlefield.

    Xiao Chen, who was hiding in a small confinement, was ready to seize the treasure as soon as his heart moved.  But when he stepped out, he felt four powerful auras and retracted his steps.

    "Hahaha, the two elders of Mohuang, who are slightly famous in the mysterious realm, are nothing more than this. This top king-level magic weapon has been collected by us, the four thieves of Black Mountain."

    In the Death Sword Formation, four old men jumped in. The first one was full of energy, with a ruddy complexion, black hair, and was wearing a large black wide-sleeved robe.

    The cultivation level is profound and unpredictable, no worse than the two elders of Mo Huang, while the other three elders are a little bit worse.

    But they all have the cultivation of Grandmaster-level Martial Saints. Each of them holds a king-level secret treasure of high quality in their hands, and they wipe out the flying death sword energy one by one.

    ??Jiu Ye, who was shrinking in the restraint, said with a solemn expression: "These four old guys are here too."

    Xiao Chen chuckled and said, "Do you know him?"

    "Haha, I haven't seen it, but most of the casual cultivators in the Chaos Realm have heard the names of these four old guys. Their boss Meng Bai is ranked in the top twenty on the list of evil cultivators in the Chaos Realm. He has the magic-subduing stick technique.  I don¡¯t know how many innocent souls have been killed by knocking them to death.¡±

    The Chaos Realm is the home of evil cultivators in the world. If Meng Bai can reach the top twenty positions on the list of evil cultivators, there must be something special about him.

    Xiao Chen secretly calculated in his heart that if there were only two elders, Mo Huang, he would still be sure to kill people and seize the treasure. But when the four Black Mountain thieves came again, he would have to plan carefully.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT OUT  Through the overlapping sword energy of death, the situation of the sword formation can be seen at a glance.

    boom!

    Although the two elders of Mohuang were trapped in the illusion of robbery and killing, they were not completely ignorant of the situation outside.  Feeling that a powerful enemy was coming, they no longer hid their strength, they all used their strength, activated the secret treasures, and broke through the illusory formation in one fell swoop to kill them.

    "Meng Bai, you are an old man, but you dare to snatch treasures from us, Mo Huang, are you impatient?"

    The middle-aged man had an extremely hot temper. He jumped out and punched the army of heroic spirits with the bloody military seal. With a military killing punch, he killed them like an army of thousands coming.

    Meng Bai chuckled, and without stopping, he continued to grab the white wings.

    His three companions flew forward and used their own methods to stop the middle-aged man's domineering punch.

    The bloody heroic spirits scattered out in the sword formation, and the death sword energy floating in the air was easily shattered into pieces.

    The nine black long swords that formed the sword array vibrated slightly, showing how domineering the power of this punch was.

    When Xiao Chen saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at one of the long black swords, looked at it for a few times, and then slowly moved away.

    ??????????????????????Just as Meng Bai was about to successfully grab the white wings, a giant flame hand with lifelike texture and clear texture fell from the sky and struck fiercely at Meng Bai.

    Bang!

    Meng Bai cursed, and a two-meter-long black demon-slaying stick appeared in his hand. It shook the giant flame hand into countless flames.

    The old man in sackcloth held a flame fan, smiled slightly, and stood in front of Meng Bai: "Brother Meng Bai, after more than ten years of separation, your reputation has become more vicious. Now you even dare to rob the things of our two elders, Mo Huang."

    A fierce light flashed in Meng Bai's eyes, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Bitch, ten years ago in Xuanyu, I was beaten like a dog by you, and now I will beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy!"

    With a flash of his body, a stick fell from the sky, and behind him appeared a huge ancient Buddhist Vajra with a ferocious face and an angry expression.

    Facing the old man in sackcloth, he grinned and roared. With a roar, the death sword energy was shattered into pieces.

    The old man in sackcloth was calm and unhurried, holding the flame fan and fanning it gently, nine hundred and ninety-nine flame hurricanes roared out, blocking the sky-shattering stick of King Kong.

    Whether it is the "power" of burning the clouds or the "power" of subduing demons derived from Meng Bai, they are almost perfect and have great power.

    Under the confrontation between the two forces, the nine long swords buzzed and trembled.

    The battle was extremely fierce, but the eyes of the two of them, and the eyes of everyone, were staring at the white wings all the time.

    Suddenly, an old man jumped out from somewhere nearby, wanting to take advantage of the chaos and seize the treasure.

    Taking advantage of the rise of fighting between the two sides, he carried a defensive secret treasure and easily caught up with Yuyi. A flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.

    Boom!

    The two sides of the battle stopped at the same time, and all of a sudden the attacks of various heaven-level martial arts and king-level secret treasures surged like a rushing waterfall, and the old man had no time to say a word.

    The king-level secret treasure that protected the body was shattered, the body was blasted into a bloody light, and the death sword formation's violent wind swallowed up its life essence.

    Both parties are old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years. They have become spirits long ago. They both know that they are in this inner temple, but they don¡¯t know when.  Just then, someone jumped out and got the advantage in vain.

    With the war reaching this point, naturally neither side wants this to happen.  If someone jumps out and wants to take advantage, it can be foreseen that the two parties will definitely take action in a tacit understanding, and the future one will be reduced to rubbish.

    "Jiuye's heart was pounding when he saw it, and he said in shock: "The grandmaster-level martial saint who was calling the wind and rain outside died like this. It is really cruel. Fortunately, Jiuye didn't rush in just now."

    Xiao Chen¡¯s face was solemn, and he also felt that it was a bit tricky. Unless he was a martial saint at the Grand Master level, or had an equal number of people, it would be difficult to have a chance to jump in and grab the treasure.

    "It's not easy to be a fisherman, especially in front of a group of old monsters who have become spirits. If you are not careful, you will die without any body parts, and you will never recover.

    "Brother Xiao, let's go and try our luck inside." The death of a grandmaster-level martial saint just now frightened Master Jiu.

    " Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. He couldn't pass the level in front of him. How could he gain something if he went in?

    There are ten powerful restrictions in the inner hall, and the competition at each place is fierce.

    "Looking at the mummies on the ground in the sword formation ahead, one can imagine what kind of fight the two elders Mo Huang went through to survive until now.

    Moving forward, those masters who can survive will definitely not be much worse than the two Mohuang elders, and may even be stronger.

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    There was another fierce fight in the formation. The Demon-Suppressing King Kong roared, and the shadow of the stick was like a mountain, sweeping across all directions, and slashed Wei Wei with flaming hurricanes.

    The nine long swords vibrated violently once again, buzzing and emitting terrifying black sword energy.

    "It's now!"

    " Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and he punched out, shattering the restrictions around him, and stepped on a bolt of lightning soaring into the sky.

    Quick as a startling dragon, his target was not the white wings, but the black sword of death that existed like a king in the sword formation and commanded the other eight swords.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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