Blade and Sword God Sovereign

"Kill!"

"Defend the Zongmen!"

"I want to pass here, unless it is stepped on from our body!"

Asking the Sword Mountain Range, from the top of a mountain road platform that is less than six kilometers from the first step area of ​​Jianzong, killing the sound, the mysterious power and the power of inscriptions frantically surging, the bones are like mountains, the blood flows into the river, the broken limbs are broken. Qi Fei, miserable.

A battle of your life and death is going on.

The figure flickers.

Hundreds of people dressed in white and golden swordsmen asked the swordsmen, holding long swords, wearing soft armor, and screaming at death. Although they were already wounded, they were almost exhausted and stood firm. In the law, I will not take a step back.

Opposite is the power of dozens of Zongmen forces in Selangor, the number is dozens of times asked by the disciples of Jianzong.

The battle broke out from last night and has been going on for more than six hours.

Here is the first level to enter the Jianzongshan Gate, called [Jianmen], three or four kilometers from the shuriken pool under the mountain, is the first layer of the Hushan array.

Asked Jian Zong for thousands of years of accumulation, good management, arranged a lot of killing here, easy to defend and difficult to attack, Guangyan shield will ask Jianzong disciples to guard in it, at such a critical moment, there are two hundred Many of the disciples among the disciples of the Zongmen are guarded by the good hands. The masters who sit here are the peaks of the black male king.

In six hours, the enemy came like a tide.

The other party has a master who opens a small gap in the inscriptions and enters the formation.

A fierce fight, asked Jianzong to lose seven or eighty of the best elite disciples.

Even the innate masters like Wang Bianfeng are also covered in scars.

In fact, after a hard fight, if it wasn’t for Wang Junfeng’s own strength, he would hold on to most of the other masters. I am afraid that this level has already been broken.

Although asked Jianzong to continue to dispatch masters, but more and more enemies.

This level became a life grinding disc.

Among the six hours, in addition to asking the disciples killed in the sword, there are at least thousands of other people killed here.

The blood ran down the mountain road, the plasma was spread on the ground, the red stone and the white snow were stained, the broken limbs were everywhere, the martial artists who had just died were embarrassed, and some of them were seriously injured, but they still mourn convulsions, such as injuries. The beast is generally struggling...

It has become a piece of Shura Purgatory.

Fortunately, the masters of both sides did not participate in the war.

This is a preliminary stage of the trial. It is obvious that the forces behind Qingping College are trying to use the human tactics to constantly kill the life of the sword, and wait quietly for the last strike.

In the legend, the masters of the super sects from other big states in the northern region have not appeared.

This seems to give the sword a glimmer of hope.

"kill!"

The king's peak is a sword.

The swordsman has skyrocketed, and the enemies of the three congenital Wuzong realms around him have been smashed into two sections.

In the past six hours, he did not know how many times he had already swung his sword. At this time, his arms were swollen and numb, and the body's mysterious gas was about to dry up. There was a pain in the meridian passage, but there were all over the place. The enemy has to hold on to the teeth.

When will such a battle persist?

What about the fate of Jianzong?

He didn't think about these.

No time to think about it.

The king's peak is a bit of a heart. As long as he kills an enemy more, perhaps the haze over the gate will reduce one point.

He is already in the blood.

Have their own and have enemies.

Boom!

A loud bang.

The inscriptions that are not far away are breaking down.

The original flashing blocked more enemies from invading the mask, and it was also disintegrated a little bit, not just a few gaps, but the whole broken, the inscription roots placed in the underground and rocks were destroyed, and the array here is To lose the effect.

"We must retreat and lose the blessings and blockades of the inscriptions. A large number of enemies can appear here without any hindrance. The huge number of people will make the disciples who are here firmly annihilated!"

Just this retreat, [Jianmen] is completely lost.

From this, to the mountain gate of Jianzong, there are still less than six barriers left, and one less is lost.

Hey!

A long bell was uploaded from the mountain gate far away.

That is the retreat signal of Zongmen.

"Retire!"

Wang Junfeng no longer hesitates.

He shouted, and the sword swayed, indicating that the disciples of Zongmen immediately retreated backwards, and they stayed behind.

I have been asking Jian Zong’s scientific method of cultivating disciples. At this moment, I received the effect. More than 100 disciples were injured. Although the defeat appeared, they still began to retreat in an orderly manner. If you walk slowly, you will never give the enemy the opportunity to cover up.

Hey!

Jianguang is like electricity.

The peak of the king stirred the last sigh of the body, blocking dozens of enemy masters.

at this time--

"Ha ha ha, ask Jianzong [poison son] Wang extremum, it really is a well-deserved reputation, to the extent that these oils are exhausted, so brave! I will come to you for a while!"

A big laugh came.

A dozen or so dark streams suddenly appeared, with a stinking smell, and burst toward the peak of the king.

It is a hidden weapon of Xingzong.

This is a master.

The king's peak is in the heart, the sword is more urgent, and he flies several times.

However, the long-term fierce battle still allowed his body to be overloaded, and the reaction speed was greatly reduced. On weekdays, he could underestimate the hidden weapon that could be blown, but he could not completely block it. Two dark mans hit through Jianguang, Wang Junfeng only felt A chest in the chest and arms, it is a sharp pain, apparently hit by the dark mans.

A ghostly figure is as fast as lightning, appearing from a distance, and the more out of the crowd, quickly approaching the king's peak.

Countless hidden weapon storms, like a blast of wind, broke out from his figure and poured into the king's peak.

Wang Junfeng Yunjian resisted.

"Ha ha ha, I heard that there are a total of eight barriers in the Jianzongshan Gate. They claim to be impregnable. Now it seems that it is just like this. Let you in every pass, you will be over 100 masters, lose one or two strong, one by one. I will kill your strengths. After the eight roads are conquered, the whole asks Jian Jianzong up and down, I am afraid that there will be only two old guys who are Li Jianyi and abandoned the green shirt!"

The sound of ridicule came.

This ghostly figure is in front of the king's peak, with a metal glove with a barbed thorn, a boxing out.

"Oh..." Wang Junfeng was blocked with a long sword and was spurted by the mouth and flew out.

This is already exhausting, and the hidden weapon, the toxins erupted in the body, the body began to gradually become unintelligible, this sword is not completely sealed.

"Haha, if you can kill [Poison son], my fame will inevitably skyrocket!" The ghost figure stopped, revealing a red face with a face full of pits like a star.

This is a master of assassination of a star.

A pair of scarlet scorpions shimmered with excitement, and they were covered in black, loaded with a pair of steel gloves, like a hyena staring at the prey, staring at the king's peak, this person sneered: "In my middle [Puppet toxin], do you think that your right hand is gradually not listening?"

"Oh, the star 陨 宗 is really a group of rats, like you [magic killing boxing] Tiankan this kind of goods, I can kill one hand!" Wang Junfeng recognized the sneak attacker, but the assassination of a star Master, half-step Wuwang realm of strength, insidious, when the Tianren Valley battle, that is, he sneaked Ma Yifei, leading to the latter life and death.

This is really an enemy meeting, extraordinarily jealous.

Wang Junfeng sneered and handed the sword to his left hand.

"Yes? Fighting the beast, dying, then try it, haha..." Tiankan laughed.

The battle started in an instant.

Wang Junfeng is indeed a martial genius. Otherwise, it is impossible to ask the old monsters who have been abandoned in the swordsmen to be apprentices. So after a hard night, he has already arrived at the oil. When the lights are dry, the body is exhausted and the body is extremely exhausted. The place where the hidden weapon is [the puppet toxin] begins to attack.

After the venom spreads in the human body, the limbs become stiff and the reaction becomes dull. It is like the puppet that has lost the lead, and gradually does not respond to the ability to counterattack.

"Ha ha ha, it's too slow to be too slow... [Poison son] Your reaction is really too slow!"

[魔杀拳] Tian Kanhaha laughed.

He has a pair of poisonous gloves as fast as lightning, constantly bombarding, making a whistling whistle, Wang Junfeng can only be blocked with a long sword, barely blocked, but gradually it is difficult to keep up with the trend of opponents. The body's power is exhausted, and it is regressed by constant earthquakes. The blood from the wounds is like spring water.

This feeling of insulting the strong is really cool to the limit.

The king’s peak is expressionless and he is the last resistance.

There are fewer and fewer companions around, and the invaders are surrounded by tides.

"Haha, you call it a "poison son", but today it is destined to die under my poison, this is also destined for heaven!" Tian Kan is more proud, his mouth constantly stimulating his opponent, with his movements, there are constantly various The shredded secret weapon was shot in a very subtle way, and he did not know how many hidden weapons he had hidden in his body.

In the twinkling of an eye, Wang Junfeng has several hidden weapons.

His situation is getting worse.

[Jianmen] has completely fallen.

Most of the disciples of Jianzong have been withdrawn, and the warriors from other major forces in Selangor flocked, like the tides, which surrounded the key points of the surrounding terrain. Wang Junfeng was trapped in it. In his current state, it is impossible to rush out.

"Wang Shishu, don't fight, go!"

"Can't retreat, Wang Shishu is still not coming out!"

"Ask the disciples of Jianzong, there are no cowards, brothers, let's kill them, can't save Wang Shishu, just fight with him and die for the Zongmen!"

I asked the disciples of Jianzong to shake their arms in the distance.

Seeing that Wang Feng was trapped in the encirclement, some of the disciples had already left the battlefield and saw it again.

They want to take him back.

Last night, Wang Junfeng, as the guardian of Jianmen, took the lead and rushed into the battle. He did not know how many enemies were killed, but also saved the lives of countless disciples. He has won the respect of these inner disciples, those who were The disciple he rescued saw the danger of the king's peak, and he made a mad back.

"Don't come back, give me back!"

Wang Junfeng saw it and was shocked and angry.

These disciples have long been exhausted, and the inscriptions of Jianmen have all been damaged. It is no longer difficult to stop the enemy. At this time, they return to their homes and die, and there is no difference between them and death.

"Oh, it’s a touching scene!"

[魔杀拳] Haha laughed.

There was a sinister sarcasm on his face.

Under the brilliance of the steel gloves, the dark black fists are like a blast, and they scream, and Tian Kan shouted at the people around him: "Do not intervene, I have to kill myself." It is at the far end of the array, let go of a gap, let those idiots who are looking for a dead end ask the disciples of Jianzong to come in, haha, just put them all in dumplings, one does not stay!"

The peak of Wang’s peak changed.

Tian Kan wants to use his own bait to kill those sects.

It seems that it cannot be dragged.

As soon as one thought fell, the king’s peak burst into a burst.

In the hands of the sword, the swordsmanship skyrocketed, silver light burst, a strong tyrannical force broke out, and the [magic killing fist] Tiankan forced back, Wang Wangfeng raised his hand and swallowed a green medicinal herb. The body instantly opened, and at this moment, the mysterious rushing, the flames of arrogance, he regained the peak force.

“How is it possible?” Tiankan’s face changed and he felt instinctively wrong.

"Death!" Wang Mengfeng will not give him another chance. In his hand, the sword of the long sword is soaring, and the moment is the most radiant, even the dawn of the void is separated by a gap between the sword and the light. Do not destroy.

[魔杀拳] Tiankan’s head rises into the sky, and blood is like a spring.

His face still solidified with an incredible expression.

The instant recovery of the strength of the drug, this world is not without, but too precious, rumors, only the sixth-order medicinal pharmacist can refine this medicinal medicine, taking Xuezhou as an example, perhaps Qingping College and Asked the heads of the giants of Jianzong, there are such treasures in their hands, but they should never appear in the hands of people like Wang Bianfeng.

Why is this happening?

Where does he know that he is counting the king's peak, and that the black man is not counting him.

The original king's peak is to lure more powerful people like Tiankan, and then take this Ding Hao's gift [Tianxin urges Xuan Dan], killing it instantly, it is also trying to reduce the number of strong players, who knows Tian Kan Sinister, do not want to die, with the king's peak as a bait to lead other ordinary disciples to death.

In order to avoid asking the disciples of Jianzong to be innocent, Wang Dufeng had to start in advance.

"Retire!"

A trick succeeded, Wang Junfeng's body shape flashed, and retreated toward the rear.

The sword is colorful, like a silver snake dancing.

Regained the king's peak of strength, stand out from the crowd, and there is no enemy under the sword. The sword light flashes, separating the gap between the surrounding invaders and the flesh and blood. Wherever, the opponents are like the farmer's sickle. Wheat has generally fallen to the ground.

Between several ups and downs, he came to ask the disciples of Jianzong and shouted: "Rewind, don't make unnecessary sacrifices!"

When everyone saw him, he suddenly made a big blow and killed him. He was overjoyed, no longer recoiled, and slowly retired.

The peak of the king's peak is solemn, still walking in the last one, and the other disciples are broken.

Seeing that it was necessary to evacuate smoothly, it was at this time that suddenly the situation suddenly changed -

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I will explode tomorrow, at least three, thank you for your support.