World sword!
Smell it!
Yi Xiaofeng was shocked when he heard Bai Hongxiao''s words.
When he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of magic gas.
A lightsaber 100 feet high came into his eyes, which made him look up and showed a shocking color in his eyes.
"This is..."
Yi Xiaofeng muttered to himself, and his body still kept clapping his hands.
The host of the recording site went crazy and shouted, "my God! Yi Xiaofeng broke out and killed Tu Xin''s ancestor in one fell swoop! "
"Too strong! Was that a spell? No, I''m afraid it''s a supernatural power in fairy tales! "
"It''s reversed! Yi Xiaofeng player reversed the situation again! When everyone worshipped Tu Xin, he attacked Tu Xin with indomitable will! "
The host directly ignited the atmosphere of the scene.
The audience in the stadium all began to shout the name of Yi Xiaofeng.
The audience in the live broadcasting room are even more crazy:
"Really counter attack!"
"Script hammer, this is the level that players should have?"
"Yi Xiaofeng really got the inheritance of the sword saint?"
"It''s impossible. Even with the inheritance of the sword saint, it''s impossible to burst out such exaggerated strength..."
"Cow force (broken sound)! This move can seal the gods! "
"It''s burning! Yes, it''s finally here. I''ve long been unhappy with Tu Xin! "
……
Yi Xiaofeng''s sudden outburst ignited the blood of all the audience.
The arrogance of Tu Xin''s ancestors and the inferiority of the players make the audience always look forward to someone beating Tu Xin''s ancestors in the face.
Finally!
The hundred feet lightsaber dissipated, and the strong wind raging in all directions stopped.
Tu Xin''s figure no longer appears.
After the monks landed, they were very embarrassed, and some were even injured.
Qin Qinxue broke her ankle and couldn''t stand up.
Chenlan was fine. She got up quickly and looked excitedly at Yi Xiaofeng in the distance.
At the moment, Yi Xiaofeng is God in her eyes!
The breath of Tu Xin''s father can no longer be felt in heaven and earth.
The fierce bats in the sky turned into clouds and smoke, and the colorful glazed trees in the distance withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yi Xiaofeng returned to his mind and asked, "Tu Xin''s ancestor is gone?"
Bai Hongxiao replied, "no one can bear my world sword."
Good pretend!
"It was too flashy just now. I didn''t see it. How can I remember it?" Yi Xiaofeng said bitterly in his heart.
Bai Hongxiao said calmly, "it means you have no fate with the world sword."
Yi Xiaofeng almost vomited blood.
Hum!
Wait!
I''ll go back and watch the replay!
At this time, Yi Xiaofeng only felt that his physical strength was pulled away. He regained his consciousness of the body. His legs softened and fell on his knees.
He gasped. He had never been so tired.
Bean sweat ran down his cheeks.
Too tired.
After Zhang Junyi was entangled by the banshees, it is estimated that this is the state.
"Congratulations on killing Tu Xin, one of the script bosses, and getting 8000 points!"
The system prompt suddenly rings.
Yi Xiaofeng was pleasantly surprised.
8000 points!
Blood!
Yi Xiaofeng coughed with excitement.
This stimulation, he completely knelt down and put his hands on the ground.
Even so, his arms were shaking.
"Wait! One of the bosses? And not the final boss? "
Yi Xiaofeng suddenly thought of something and his eyes changed.
Are there variables behind it?
Yi Xiaofeng thought of Bai Hongxiao''s words.
Northern Wei royalty!
Qiang Ruo Tu Xin had no confidence to break out and had to refine magic soldiers. It can be seen that the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty was strong.
Snap——
A thing hit Yi Xiaofeng''s head, which hurt so much that he almost fainted.
He looked up and saw only a black oil lamp lying in the gravel before the meeting, and the surface seemed to be covered with rust spots.
Red light!
Very dazzling red light!
Yi Xiaofeng looked intently, and the information of the black oil lamp appeared:
Jiuzhuan soul lamp: the best magic weapon. Tu Xin was killed by the sword saint in order to seize this lamp. In order to raise jiuzhuan soul lamp, Tu Xin specially cultivated colorful glazed trees.
……
The best magic weapon?
Yi Xiaofeng immediately put the nine turn soul lamp into the storage ring.
His heart beat like a drum.
Unexpectedly, the colorful glazed tree was born for a magic weapon.
No wonder Tu Xin was so nervous when he found the nine turn Dementor lamp before.
Yi Xiaofeng fell into a great surprise.
8000 points, plus the best magic weapon.
It''s a big profit.
But at the thought that Tu Xin''s grandfather was really dead, Yi Xiaofeng couldn''t help sighing.
How powerful and almost invincible was Tu Xin''s ancestor before. He was moved by Bai Hongxiao for seconds.
That''s an exaggeration.
Yi Xiaofeng felt that he had been played.
How strong would Bai Hongxiao be if he hadn''t been cursed?
The audience debated:
"Did the dog pick up the baby again?"
"The lamp just now is by no means ordinary!"
"The oil lamp falls from the sky. It''s an ominous sign. Throw it away and give it to me!"
"The best, Yi Xiaofeng!"
"Hahaha, I''m so happy. Yi Xiaofeng was almost killed just now."
"I still don''t believe... Why can he kill Tu Xin?"
……
Bai Hongxiao''s Yuanshen is invisible, so no one saw Bai Hongxiao''s Yuanshen when he left Yi Xiaofeng''s body.
In the eyes of others, Yi Xiaofeng did his best to kill Tu Xin''s ancestor.
Yi Xiaofeng''s fans began to surge.
The peak traffic of the second program has exceeded the record of the first program.
Yi Xiaofeng is still panting, very uncomfortable.
At this time.
A man in yellow came with a sword.
His face was fierce and his eyes were greedy.
He saw the nine turn Dementor light just now. It''s definitely a baby.
Taking advantage of Yi Xiaofeng''s serious injury, this is a good opportunity to win treasure!
Yi Xiaofeng noticed his arrival and frowned.
Mom!
To be mended by a soldier?
Yi Xiaofeng is very upset.
"Stop! What do you want! "
A Jiao''s voice came, and the five women of chenlan rushed over.
The man in yellow was frightened and stopped immediately.
"This man just picked up a lamp, which may be the magic weapon of Tu Xin. I''m afraid he will be taken away by Tu Xin!" Yelled the man in yellow.
Monks gathered from all directions. Hearing his words, the monks frowned.
Yi Xiaofeng''s performance just now was really amazing, even scary.
But now Yi Xiaofeng seems to be at the end of a powerful crossbow and may die suddenly at any time.
In this case, who doesn''t want to rob the baby?
Especially the players.
They know Yi Xiaofeng very well. This guy can''t have the strength to kill Tu Xin''s ancestors. There must be something fishy in it.
No matter what is fishy, Yi Xiaofeng is in a state of residual blood now. I feel that giving him a kick can easily kick him to death.
Seeing more and more monks gathered, chenlan frowned.
"Do these people want to bite the hand that feeds them?" A Suxin maid disciple said angrily.
If Yi Xiaofeng didn''t burst out suddenly, they would all die!
The pretty face of chenlan is cold.
She was cursed and couldn''t resist so many monks.
The audience is also scolding the players for being shameless.
"Presumptuous!"
A violent cry came, which surprised everyone to look up. Bai Hongxiao didn''t know when he appeared in the sky, stepping on a flying sword and hunting in white.
The style of the sword saint is still pressing.
At first glance, it seemed as if he had not been hurt. He was still so dignified and arrogant.
At the sight of the sword saint, the monks were so scared that their legs softened.
Yi Xiaofeng raised his eyes, raised his mouth and said with a difficult smile: "sword saint, I Qinglian Sword Fairy really didn''t read you wrong. You''re still alive. I killed Tu Xin''s ancestor for you. It''s also considered revenge for you. Should you protect me?"
When Bai Hongxiao heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched.