Dragon Blood Emperor

Step by step, no one needs to say that this battle, Mo Aoran, is his Ye Wushuang!

Off the stage, the injured Zhuo Wenjun also opened his eyes, staring at the back, his eyes flashing sharply!

In the face of Cihang Kendo, with a slap in the palm, the strength displayed was horrible.

The collision with Mo Aoran made them look forward to excitement. In this battle, there are too many things mixed, and whoever wins and loses will look at the end!

On the stage, Mo Aoran stared at Ye Wushuang, indifferent!

"I knew you were coming up, and I am waiting for you!"

The words fell, and the momentum was crazy. Once again, Mo Aoran exploded with momentum, rising steadily, and confident self-willed blooming, proud of the world!

The great saint is heavy, the power of the proud is blooming, and a thick and oppressive oppression is transmitted. Even if the world is quiet, the dullness is shrouded in hundreds of thousands of people, and it even spreads out of the heaven and the sky, making people breathe and stagnate. !!

Ye Wushuang stepped on the battle platform, feeling this momentum, his eyes calm, and his heart was motionless. He pulled out an ancient sword and felt this momentum. He shouted, his blooming, Lingtian, undefeated!

Huh!

Feel the pride of the world, the ancient swords contend, the sword refers to Mo Aoran, sharp Lingtian, spitting sword, Xeon, black swordsman, destruction, ultimate destruction!

"What a terrible sword!"

Staring at Ye Wushuang's sword, the blooming black makes a dozen people feel a kind of extreme sharpness and extreme destruction!

"Boom!"

A proud gate lifts up from behind Mo Aoran, like a distant gate in the ancient town of Shitianmen, standing proudly, arrogant in the world, on the momentum, Mo Aoran's proud posture is stronger, because his true spirit takes a stance!

Ye Wushuang's momentum was not released, only swordsmanship, destruction, undefeated, sharp sharpness, shrouded in his whole body, terrible killing swordsmanship also condensed, utterly unbelievable!

"Your sword is very powerful, very sharp, and a good opponent. I give you respect. Let's end the fight with one blow!"

Mo Aoran held the door of the world proudly, staring proudly at Ye Wushuang, the endless Tao submerged in it, suppressing the barren land and turbulent world!

Looking at the giant gate that devoured the energy of heaven and earth, the crowd felt small!

Proud of the world, proud of the world, stand up to the top, let people look up!

Bang!

Mo Aoran took a step in the air, the gate of the world soared up, like the gate of heaven and earth, and descended from the town of Ye Wushuang in the dynasty.

Ye Wushuang looked up and stared, his eyes fell into black, in his eyes, there was no emotion, except for destruction, only destruction!

With him as the center, the black sword shadow continued to emerge, endless, each handle like a sword of destruction ascended into the sky with his body!

That ancient sword also pierced the gate of the proud world, and endless destruction continued to sink into the ancient sword!

The ancient sword grew wildly like a Lingtian destruction giant sword pierced into the sky!

Coming up!

The crowd gazed at the sky, whose two horrific peerless attacks are stronger?

"Is this right? This is the battle. Today, I won the battle with this victory and once again announced to the world that I am proudly strong, like the gate of the world, standing proudly. I also tell everyone that I am not. Proud, capable of protecting my beloved woman! "

Mo Aoran is powerful and lofty!

As if in this battle, Ye Wushuang would be the loser, and he is the final winner, and this is another announcement!

Today is destined to be the day of his confession to Yu Weixue!

In this special way, he hopes that Yu Weixue can accept his love and accept his righteousness!

"You confess who is not wrong, you have to prove nothing, nothing wrong, but you have trampled on my friend's dignity and hurt her at the cost of using her as a foil, and it is wrong!"

Ye Wushuang is also sharp-eyed!

"Really, then see who is right and who is wrong?"

Mo Aoran was arrogant and confident. He won, and he was right. In this battle, he will win!

town!

The gate of the proud world quickly fell, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be squeezed and split into two halves, as if the heavens and the earth were collapsed. Many students with low cultivation near the battlefield were suppressed and their bodies could not move!

At the same time, the crowd also saw Ye Wushuang playing the golden sacred feather, soaring into the sky, carrying that great destroying sword, and slamming into the gate of the world!

"What is he doing? Do you want to bump?"

Looking at Ye Wushuang's crazy behavior, the crowd's eyes moved and almost exclaimed!

The suppression of the gate of the proud world is difficult to shake, so rushing up is undoubtedly a loss, even if the two collide, if the Tongtian giant sword is defeated, it means that Ye Wushuang will be killed!

However, when the crowd thought Ye Wushuang was crazy, a stronger breath erupted on him, and the marks of heaven and the traces of his body did not enter the Tongtian giant sword!

The sword that was stabbed up was mentioned suddenly, chopped against the gate of the world against the sky, and at the moment of the collision, an energy aperture spread out in a circle!

The gate of the proud world trembled violently, the terrible sense of the proud world was destroyed by the destruction of the sword, the giant sword broke, and the gate of the proud world collapsed!

At this moment, Ye Wushuang's figure turned into a golden streamer, shuttled through the storm of energy, a ray of death bloomed, and howled, passing forward, becoming sharper!

"call!"

Like the sword light passing by the meteor, it flashed away and penetrated the storm of explosion!

"What a terrible body!"

The crowd's fists yanked sharply, Ye Wushuang's sword was sharp, and his flesh was terrible, through the storm!

Mo Aoran saw the sword light coming from the spine, his pupils shrank, and the gate of the proud world was once again condensed!

However, that sword, a life-threatening sword, was lightning fast, broke through all obstacles, and cut to Mo Aoran!

The sword of death is integrated into the lone kendo, into the destruction kendo, and one sword cuts everything!

Numerous people, such as Wu Feng, are watching. How can they be unfamiliar with the kendo blended in this sword and become more powerful!

Sword light flashed, a blood light splashed, followed by a scream!

But soon, the whistling sword will also drown out a scream of scream!

Bang!

Everything was calm, and two figures appeared again on the battlefield!

Ye Wushuang!

Mo Aoran!

The crowd's gaze fell on Mo Aoran ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The scream of Fang Cai just came from the mouth of Mo Aoran!

Ye Wushuang's sword, which combined several kinds of kendo, is a life-saving sword. Although he escaped, he only escaped the mortal blow!

One arm was cut off without reservation!

Looking at this scene, the crowd suddenly felt their heads humming, the storm on the sky returned to calm, and below, Ye Wushuang was holding an ancient sword, still stained with blood!

The blood, dripping, is extremely bright red!

Looking at Mo Aoran, I saw him holding his broken arm, bleating blood, and constantly flowing from the palm of his hand. There was Lingyun's heroic spirit on his face, which had been replaced by pain and willfulness!

"That's what you want!"

Ye Wushuang said indifferently: "Your confession is not wrong, but you are wrong with your friend as a foil. This sword is the price you have to bear for your mistakes!"