Eight Hundred and Seventy-Seven. Specialized in Top-Rank Holy Soldiers!

Kang Ping practiced the Eternal Light Book of Heaven, and with a single strike, he seemed to ignore the passage of time, extremely fast.

Opponents whose cultivation base is not as good as his often have not reacted, and have already been killed by the sword.

But in the eyes of Yan Zhaoge at this moment, Kang Ping's movements were fast, still very fast, but every move was clear.

Yan Zhaoge's movements were also very fast, but he looked very leisurely, contented and unhurried.

The dark green bamboo stick that shone with purple light landed in Yanzhao Singer.

The next moment, in the purple light, a red light flashed.

Yan Zhaoge picked up the bamboo stick, drew a semicircle in the air, and hit the Yun Zhuantian lightsaber held by Kang Ping firmly!

With a crisp sound of "pa", the light of Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber suddenly dimmed a bit.

Kang Ping's pupils shrank suddenly.

He was one with the long sword in his hand before, regardless of the sword intent that was mutually reinforcing, it broke directly!

Yun Zhuantian's light sword was directly knocked aside by Yanzhao Singer Li's dark green bamboo stick.

The high-grade holy weapon sword made continuous sounds, as if a person was groaning in pain.

Kang Ping could even see a tiny crack appearing on the blade as clear as autumn water!

The hazy but indifferent sword light suddenly became bright and dazzling at this moment.

It seems that in the endless river of time, a breakpoint suddenly appeared.

Time is broken and the world is in chaos.

Yan Zhaoge strode forward, trampling on the long river of time that seemed to be above everything.

Kang Ping's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

He knew the existence of this dark green bamboo stick.

His son, Kang Jinyuan, once suffered a great loss under Yan Zhaoge's bamboo stick.

Afterwards, Kang Ping was also puzzled when he heard about it.

Now, he has seen this bamboo stick with his own eyes and feels the magic in it, but he still can't figure it out.

Grand power, no.

Special artistic conception, no.

There is no abundant aura.

Nothing at all.

But it made the high-grade holy soldier Yun Zhuantian lightsaber in his hand tremble and tremble!

What made Kang Ping even more concerned was that according to what Kang Jinyuan said, the bamboo stick should be five knots and five feet long.

He can defeat a high-grade holy soldier, but he can't defeat a middle-grade holy soldier, the cloudy sky mirror armor.

But now this bamboo stick is clearly seven feet long, even the high-grade holy soldier Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber can't hold it!

"This thing is getting stronger and stronger!" Kang Ping thought of many legendary treasures, but none of them matched.

Yan Zhaoge held the dark green bamboo stick in his right hand, and moved his wrist easily, the bamboo stick swirled in mid-air.

When the bamboo stick in his hand is five joints, he hits all weapons below the holy soldiers, with one blow, the opponent is smashed into powder, and the lower-rank holy soldiers cannot resist.

At the time of the sixth festival, if you hit a low-rank saint soldier, you will be fatal with one blow, and if you hit a middle-rank saint soldier, you will avoid the middle-rank saint soldier for fear of not being able to catch up.

But for Yan Zhaoge who had more than one high-rank holy weapon in hand, the middle-rank holy weapon was no longer a threat.

What he needs is a trump card to restrain the enemy's high-rank holy soldiers.

Xianqiao Martial Saint can give full play to the power of top-rank Saint Weapon.

The combination of a Xianqiao Martial Saint and a high-grade Saint Weapon is far more powerful than seeing a Divine Martial Saint urging a high-grade Saint Weapon.

Even if the strength of Jianshen Wusheng can challenge Xianqiao Wusheng, he will suffer because of weapons.

The answer to this difficult problem lies in this dark green bamboo staff that Yan Zhaoge specially refined for himself.

Six knots will not work, but seven knots will do!

When Yan Zhaoge climbed to the level of the Martial Sage, this bamboo stick could grow from six knots to seven knots.

Yan Zhaoge had long been preparing for this moment.

What is not known to outsiders is that, except for the heavenly saber dragon in Yan Di's hand and the fairy embroidered robe on Yuan Zhengfeng's body, all the middle-grade holy soldiers accumulated in Guangcheng Mountain over the years were actually all taken by Yan Zhao. The song takes you to the vast world.

Brand-new golden armor, Yunhui gun, the harvest of killing Buddhist warriors and the disciples of the Eastern Supreme, the harvest of killing Daxuan Dynasty warriors...

Most of the middle-grade holy soldiers could not descend to the lower realm, so Yan Zhaoge directly stuffed them all into Xuanxiao Zijin Furnace to suppress them.

Over the years, so many middle-grade Saint Soldiers have all gathered at Yan Zhaoge,

Just for today.

Yan Zhaoge saw the god soaring up, and the first time he reached the upper boundary, he turned on the furnace and smelted the dark green bamboo stick.

Now the seven-foot bamboo stick is in the world, and it is specially used to fight top-rank holy soldiers!

Yan Zhaoge swung his arm round and knocked down with a stick, the light of Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber suddenly became dimmer again.

As his thoughts turned sharply, Kang Ping's eyes froze.

The water-like sword light suddenly shrank and condensed, falling on Kang Ping himself.

His movements instantly became extremely fast, and his speed went up to a higher level!

The whole person is as fast as a stream of light, and his figure flickers in the void, elusive.

Since you can't block it, then don't block it, increase your own speed to the extreme, use fast to hit slow, so that the bamboo stick can't touch the Yun Zhuantian lightsaber!

"Snapped!"

Kang Ping widened his eyes.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him with a smile.

At the top of the bamboo stick, there was a little red light, which traced across the void, forming a red line, and hit Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber accurately again!

Without waiting for Kang Ping to change his tactics again, Singer Yanzhao lashed out at him with a bamboo stick like a storm!

One after another red lights flashed, cutting the river of time transformed by the light of the years and swords into pieces.

At this moment, time seems to be fragmented!

Kang Ping's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly realized: "Sword of Trapping Immortal?! Do you know the Sword of Trapping Immortal, one of the Four Swords of Jade Immortal?"

Killing immortals is beneficial, killing immortals is dead, and trapping immortals glows red everywhere.

The changes of the Juexian are infinitely wonderful, and the clothes of the Daluo Immortal are blood-stained.

The Immortal Trapping Sword, the ultimate sword that kills time and space!

Practice to the peak, destroy time and space with one sword, cut off the long river of time, and shatter hundreds of millions of void interfaces.

From a certain point of view, the artistic conception of the Immortal Sword has something in common with the Void Book of Heaven and the Book of Eternal Light.

But in actual combat, when the difference in strength between the two sides is not big, the Immortal Trapping Sword can be called the nemesis of the Void Book of Heaven and the Book of Eternal Light!

Yan Zhaoge let out a long laugh: "When entertaining your son, Yan didn't know how to use this sword, so it's inevitable that he didn't greet well. Let's make it up together with Your Excellency today."

Kang Ping took a deep breath: "So, so it is! Last time I said that your swordsmanship is extremely sharp and weird. Now that you think about it carefully, it is also one of the four swords of Jade Immortal, the Absolute Immortal Sword!"

"You actually know both the Immortal Trapping Sword and the Immortal Absolute Sword at the same time. If you say that you are not a direct descendant of the Shangqing Dynasty, who would believe it?"

He said coldly: "You are in the Upper Realm, you are not going through a good life, we will not kill you, some people will take your life!"

"Then don't bother you to worry about it." Yan Zhaoge smiled casually, but the smile was very cold: "What made you have the illusion that you can survive today?"

Amid the laughter, Yan Zhaoge's sword was faster than a sword, faster than Kang Ping's!

Red light is everywhere, and the chaotic time and space distort and collapse.

Red light is everywhere, and the pale and stagnant world returns to its original state.

The red light is everywhere, and the mighty river of time stops flowing!

Even though Kang Pingtian is a prodigy and has astonishing strength, but at this moment he was beaten to shame by Yan Zhaoge!

The sword light like water filled the sky, covered with red cracks, and finally shattered.

The high-grade holy soldier Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber whined, and was knocked out of his hand by Yan Zhaoge's dark green bamboo stick! (To be continued.)

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