Dragon-Marked War God

Xuanyuan's attire is calm, after all, its own strength is much worse than Jiang Chen. Even Xuan Jiejie has already lost, but he is still full of confidence. Xuan Jiejie's strength is strong enough, but it has become Jiang Chen's defeat. The most important thing is that even the Xuanyuan sword in his hand has been lost. Jiang Chen has clearly seen the extraordinary swordsmanship of Xuanyuan, so I don't plan to return the sword to him.

I want to be called the Shuanghe Shuangxiong in the past. His strength and Xuanyuan Jieben are in the middle of the game. Unfortunately, in order to compete for Xuanyuan’s remnant sword, he finally parted ways. The master asked himself not to fight with him for any remnant swords anyway, so Xuanyuan's cloak would only withdraw from the battle of Linhe.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Fur Clothing has no reason to continue to silence. This Xuanyuan Remnant Sword is supposed to be an invaluable treasure that symbolizes their status as a sect. It is a Xuanyuan family that truly originated from the Shenzhou godland. A piece of remnant sword was stolen from the Zhongzhou godland, and it was opened in this partiality. Unfortunately, the final differentiation, forgetting the sword and the Qinghe Zongben are in the same vein. The final ups and downs are also embarrassing, but obviously, now The Xuanyuan cloak has never regarded himself as a sect of the same line as Qing Hezong. What he wants is only Xuanyuan’s remnant sword, and the only thing to guard the sword.

"It's best to fight all the dead, that's good, hehe."

Xuanyuan Jie said with a sneer, in his eyes, there has been no brotherhood. The Xuanyuan Remnant Sword is the most authentic.

"Kid, since even Xuanyuan Jie lost to you, it seems that I can't take it lightly, look at the move."

Xuanyuan mourning clothes slammed, shots like electricity, continuous attack, recruiting deadly, do not give Jiang Chen any room to fight back.

Jiang Chen looks dignified and does not dare to neglect. In terms of strength alone, he is completely in the next position. He can only step by step and quickly retreat. However, Jiang Chen is also polite, find opportunities, never show mercy, kill like a rainbow. The momentum is like a rainbow.

"The water of the Styx, the sword goes west!"

Xuanyuan cloak finger Jiang Chen, a terrible ice sword, shuttles through the void, a strong impact, more and more, terrible ice sword, has a huge size, the tip of the sword directly pointed to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen constantly retreats, his looks are dignified, and the people around him are all constantly dodging, but countless Qinghe sects are still trapped in shackles. Gradually, there are ten, one hundred thousand disciples, now they are losing their lives. .

"Five elements of the dragon print!"

Jiang Chen was printed and confronted with the Xuanhe sorcerer's sorrowful ice sword. He was directly shaken away. Without any accidents, Jiang Chen could really feel the strength of this Xuanyuan vest.

"A good guy, the king of the king of the king, only one step away from being able to step into the half step of God, is really not a leisurely generation."

Jiang Chen thought of it, silently thought that the power of one seal was enough to block the middle of the king of the gods, but in the eyes of Xuanyuan, he could not shake his existence.

"You are not my opponent at all."

Xuanyuan mourning clothes are full of confidence, looking at Jiang Chen, a pair of stable wins.

"Unless the last moment, no one knows who is the last winner."

Jiang Chen retreats into the sky, and the dragon swords are under the vertical and horizontal, and the Xuanyuan cloak does not fall down at all. The Tianlong sword is now returning to the sword spirit, and the seal is broken. Compared with the past, the sword is sharper and sharper.

Xuanyuan's cloak looks dignified, and Jiang Chen finally made him look a bit.

"This is almost the same."

Xuanyuan's cloaked cold clothes, turning the ice sword in his hand, and Xuanbing ice from the sky, did not give Jiang Chen a chance to breathe. Wan Xuanbing, the sword of the river, there are multiple, no one knows, but Jiang Chen is resolutely determined. The sword was left behind, although the land under his feet had been depressed, but it still looked the same.

"The taste of this sword of the river is not good."

Jiang Chen’s Tianlong sword failed to smash the sword of the Styx, but it was completely suppressed by the sword of the Styx. At this moment, Jiang Chen’s look became serious. This Xuanyuan cloak is really better than Xuanjiejie. Minute.

"Xuanyuan meditation, I did not expect you to be strong after I finally."

Xuanyuan Jie said that although he did not want to admit it, Jiang Chen has been completely suppressed by his sword of the Styx, and there is no room for any backhand.

"Dragon sword, the dragon soul is sheathed!"

Jiang Chen screamed, the dragon soul of the Tianlong sword broke through the nine scorpions, torn, the sword of the river, the glaciers of three thousand miles, and the sword of the river was divided.

The sword spirit of Tianlong Sword completely reveals the horrible side, and Xuanyuan’s cloak looks a condensate.

"This time, I see what else you have."

Jiang Chen arrogantly looked at the void, raised his sword, and forced Xuanyuan to wear clothes. Since the sword of the other side of the river has been smashed by his own sword, the result is destined to let him fall into this.

"Do you think that my sword of the Styx is really so easy to break? My sword will not be broken, even if it is Xuanyuanjian, it is impossible to smash it."

Xuanyuan's voice fell, hands clasped together, the sword of the river re-agglomerated again, and before the general, the terrible sword of the river, once again kneel, Jiang Chen's face is also the first change.

"It turned out to be invisible, but it can be condensed into a sword. This guy is really not simple."

Jiang Chen constantly retreats away, the sword of the Wanhe River, crushing the void, Qinghe Zong everyone has changed color, this moment, countless people have been forced by this powerful sword of the river, the oppression is difficult to breathe.

"Ha ha ha, know what sword is this? The sword of the river, taken from the water of the river, refining. The rootless water, the invisible sword, the shadowless invisible, what do you take to break my river? Sword?"

Xuanyuan's cloak disdained the sky, ignoring the dust of the river, the sword of the river, and constantly crushing the jungle of the mountains, making the Qinghe dynasty a messy place. Even without the destruction of Jiang Chen, this Qinghe sect is afraid to be completely destroyed. .

"Three thousand dragon prints!"

Jiang Chen held five lines away from the fire array, and played with three thousand dragons and strong seals. At this moment, the sword of the Styx and the three thousand dragon seals intersected, and the three thousand dragon seals gathered together the five elements of real fire, one dragon print Hey, from the hands of Jiang Chen, he rose to the sky and collided with the sword of the Styx.

"This is - the five elements of the real fire? How is this possible, while controlling the five real fires? You really make me look a bit stunned."

Xuanyuan Ming clothes said, the three thousand dragons printed in the five elements of the real fire, although blocking the sword of the Styx, but between the two, who is hard to help.

"The five elements of the real fire are powerful, but under the universal sky, there is no flame at all that can melt my sword of the river. How strong is the sword of the river, you don't understand, the water of the river is the pole." The cold water, the sword of the river, who can be me? Hahaha."

Xuanyuan mourning clothes are still dismissive of Jiang Chen.

However, Jiang Chen is not in a hurry, and his face calmly said:

"These five real fires can't melt your sword of the Styx, but you can't think of it again."

Jiang Chen from the channel, if the competition is endurance, Jiang Chen has no doubt, it is enough to kill Xuanyuan Fur.

Xuanyuan’s eyes are slightly stunned, and Jiang Chen’s said that it is a fact.

"There is no flame that can melt your sword of the Styx? Oh, it’s a joke. Isn’t it true that I am a red lotus fire?”

Red lotus is in red, and it is like a nine-day mysterious woman. It is graceful and graceful. The temperament is cold and unparalleled. The eyes are cold and without a trace of emotion. Above the eyebrows, a burning flame makes people shudder.

"Red... Red Lotus Fire?"

Xuanyuan mourning clothes step by step, his face pale and bloodless.

"Do you really have this kind of flame in the world?"

When Xuanyuan's cloak was still lost, Honglian waved with her hand, and it seemed like a horrible sword of the Styx. It turned into a rain and rain, landed dust, extinguished the dust, and the rain fell. Xuanyuan's cloak was completely dumbfounded.

"Really... It’s really a red lotus fire, the most terrifying flame between heaven and earth, no one!"

Xuanyuan whispered and said, but he did not expect that this area of ​​the river front, there will be a red lotus industry fire, I thought this is just a legend, but that wave of flames, but it is instantly melted The sword of the Styx that he is proud of, the so-called water without roots, invisible, in front of the red lotus fire, can not stand a blow.

"It seems that you are still a bit more powerful."

Jiang Chen looked at Honglian and could not help but give her a thumbs up.

"You don't have to look at me, I am not for you, I just can't understand how he brags."

Honglian said faintly, he changed his body and disappeared without a trace. He returned to the motherhood.

There is no trace of coming and going, but it is Xuanyuan's cloak. Even Jiang Chen can't help but sigh. Niu Bi's life does not require too much explanation. It is probably about Honglian.