Chapter 214: Emperor Xiaoyao (1)

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The red middle-aged man frowned.

He frowned for the first time since the war began.

Yes, with such power, he also felt a little troublesome.

But feeling that something is difficult and having the means to deal with it are two different things. Golden light burst out from the red middle-aged man's body. The golden light became more and more dazzling, and the red middle-aged man's body gradually became transparent.

Xiao Yan immediately felt something was wrong. Although I don’t know what’s wrong, I just feel like it’s not good. Without thinking, Xiao Yan immediately shot out several small bloody swords.

Xiao Yan's senses were keen, and the middle-aged man Hong was performing the escape technique of transforming into golden light. Perhaps this is the fighting feeling cultivated through life and death battles.

The sword sea was approaching, and when he saw that the red middle-aged man's figure was about to completely fade away, the red middle-aged man's fading figure suddenly paused, and immediately became a little more solid. The next moment, the sharp swords shot at the front penetrated the transparent body of the red middle-aged man, bringing out a few bloody flowers.

Amid the screams, the middle-aged red man finally disappeared without a trace in front of the oncoming sword rain.

"Pity!"

Storm sighed secretly in his heart, but ignored the golden light everywhere. Not far in front of Feng Feng, a red middle-aged man suddenly formed. His body was stained with blood, his face was as pale as snow, but his eyes had turned into a blood-red dark gold with anger.

"Die!"

Staring with blood-red golden eyes, Xuanyun Jade Ruler struck down in anger, and a fierce golden rule light flew towards the storm.

It was too late to dodge the storm, so he immediately spread his arms like a roc spreading its wings. Suddenly, his body was as light as a feather and was blown backwards by the strong wind stirred up by the rays. In the blink of an eye, he floated a hundred meters away.

A hundred meters away, the strength of the golden ruler light was much weaker. Feng Feng raised his arms and clasped his hands in the air, and a huge wind sword immediately appeared in the air and chopped the golden ruler light into pieces.

The eight-star Dou Emperor sneak attack on a six-star peak Dou Emperor has not yet succeeded, it must be a huge joke if it is revealed. The red middle-aged man's eyes looked particularly gloomy. However, he was not angry because he failed to succeed in the sneak attack on Storm, but after repeated setbacks and misses, he had a clear understanding of the combat power of Xiao Yan and others, and also clearly realized that he might not be able to win this battle. He was sure of victory, because he was injured now and was still restrained by Xiao Yan's soul fighting skills.

Must fight!

The middle-aged red man had just settled his thoughts when a voice sounded loudly.

"Take a move from me and try it! Quasi-Saint level fighting skill, Ten Thousand Poisons and Nine Layers of Miasma!"

What followed was a billowing green mist.

It's Nan Erming.

Quasi-holy fighting skills? Everyone was a little confused: Aren’t they unable to even reach the world level of “Ten Thousand Poisons and Nine Layers of Miasma”? Nan Erming really dares to bluff and brag!

The middle-aged man Hong didn't know that the "Ten Thousand Poisons and Nine Layers of Miasma" could not even reach the world level, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Any fighting skill or technique with the word "holy" cannot be underestimated. Although quasi-saint level fighting skills have the word "quasi" in front of the word "holy", they are also "holy" level fighting skills. Even in ancient times when high-level fighting skills were not rare, they were extremely rare, not to mention Nan'erming There is also the word "poison" in the name of this quasi-holy fighting skill, which is a poison fighting skill that any fighting emperor is deeply afraid of. And there are multiple "ten thousand" characters in front of the word "poison"!

The middle-aged man in red hurriedly danced his ruler like the wind as if facing a formidable enemy, his fighting spirit swept in all directions, trying to drive away the poisonous mist.

But when Nan Erming's green poisonous mist came into contact with the middle-aged red's golden foot wind, the level of their fighting skills was immediately judged. The green poisonous mist was not driven away by the wind, but was instantly annihilated by the golden light, just like ice and snow melting immediately after being hit by the blazing sun.

The middle-aged man looked at this scene blankly. Is this a quasi-saint level fighting skill? (To be continued.)