Gate of God

If the former Yun Qingwu feels holy, it is holy in the mud, but the present Yun Qingwu, in this holy temperament, has a nobleness. .

Noble by birth.

Not as the geniuses expected, Yun Qingwu seemed to have no interest in their life and death, and did not even look at them more.

She just looked at Fang Zhengzhen lying down on the ground, and then pointed at the invisible sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand again without even a word of order.

But Bai Xing quickly understood the meaning of Yun Qingwu.

"Take Fang Zhengzhi and this sword together!" Bai Xing's eyes glanced at Fang Zhengzheng, and the coldness at the corner of his mouth remained as usual as usual.

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded.

The sword in his hand is still in the sheath, but his footsteps are step by step toward the square, not looking at Nangong Hao, nor looking at Yan Xiu.

But at this time, a bright red light appeared in front of a middle-aged man instantly, with a coldness like hell.

Naturally, Yan Xiu.

However, Yan Xiu can no longer be called Yan Xiu.

Because Yan Xiu's eyes are already bright red, and the fan of mountains and rivers in his hand is crystal clear, and the most important thing is that a bright red light wheel is stopping at his waist.

Spinning non-stop.

This is an extremely exaggerated scene, but the middle-aged man didn't look at Yan Xiu all the time, but just walked towards Founder very calmly, and then...

Raise the sword and cut it off.

"boom!"

The bright red light was raging in the air, like a ghost rushing out of hell, biting something with his sharpest teeth.

A soft click sounded at this time.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew back two steps quickly, and the expression on his face looked slightly surprised and incredible.

The geniuses also looked at this scene in shock, because they could not think of it anyway. The retired person would be a middle-aged man.

"how is this possible?!"

"Tianzhao Realm is at its peak, is it right?"

"Even if Yan Xiu already had one foot stepped into reincarnation, but the other party was reincarnation, how is this possible?"

The geniuses are all unbelievable. They really cannot believe this scene, but this scene is so real in front of them.

Yan Xiu's eyes are still bright red, his body standing motionless in front of Fang Zhengzheng, the red light flashing on the mountain and river fan in his hand, crystal clear like blood.

The middle-aged man who flew out of the two steps did not immediately look at Yan Xiu, but at the sword in his hand.

Because, on the blade of the sword, there was a circle of light like a red circle, which penetrated from the tip of the sword and came quickly towards his palm.

"Open!" The middle-aged man's hand shook, and the red light dissipated in an instant, except that the blade of his hand left a trace of cracking.

"The Shura Dao is known as the most murderous Dao of the Six Dao, but it's true, but how long can you last in this state?" The middle-aged man looked at the traces on the blade, and his expression became serious for the first time. Got up.

Can make a demon of reincarnation serious.

This is an incredible thing, and if the other party is just a sixteen-year-old boy in the pinnacle of Tianzhao Realm, this incredible is even more trembling.

Yan Xiu ignored the middle-aged man.

Even Yulin didn’t mean to answer the words of middle-aged men. Middle-aged men were disdainful to say one more word to some humans in Tianzhaojing because of their own strength.

However, who can really compare with Yan Xiu?

It is a disdain and indifference in character, even if the other party is a demon, a demon of reincarnation.

The middle-aged man obviously didn't think he said so many words, but the other party didn't even give him a word back. What is this?

Isn't it true that the demon in his own rebirth of rebirth should express gratitude to a human being, should the other party be grateful to Dade?

"Give up, you can live an extra hour and a half!" The middle-aged man's tone was unusually cold.

But Yan Xiu still didn't speak, but just looked at the middle-aged man motionlessly. It felt like a tall general, looking at a beam-jumping clown.

"Look for death!" Middle-aged men rarely get angry because of a human being in heaven, but at this moment, he is still a little angry.

As the figure moved, the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of purple light.

At the same time, his body also disappeared in place, the whole person seemed to be immersed in the purple light, and shot towards Yan Xiu at an almost incredible speed.

Nangong Hao's hand holding the hilt slightly tightened at this moment, but a silver light like starlight appeared in front of his blade out of thin air.

"Aren't you supposed to protect yourself at this time?" Bai Xing looked at Nangong Hao, a silver light flashed between his fingers.

"You, you can't kill me." Nangong Hao glanced at the silver light in the hands of Xing Xing, his eyes gleaming with a faint golden light, and the crystal-clear Wuwei sword in his hand pointed directly at Xing Xing.

It is undoubtedly a ridiculous thing for a person who returns to the peak of the realm of light to speak to a demon who has clearly entered the middle of reincarnation.

However, Bai Xing did not laugh.

Not only did Bai Xing not laugh, not even the middle-aged man, but also all the demons standing behind Yun Qingwu gave a hint of laughter.

Because, they knew that what Nangong Hao said was true.

If Bai Xing can really kill Nangong Hao, how can Nangong Hao live to the present, and, just now, why did he want to attack?

Letting a reincarnation demon attack a human who returns to the peak of the realm of light is an unlikely event.

However, Bai Xing never said a word.

Because, this man's name is Nangong Hao.

"Yes, but if you add some helpers, I feel at least 90% sure!" Bai Xing nodded seriously and looked up slightly, looking at the dozens of demons on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain.

Nangong Hao did not immediately answer the worship of the stars, because the purple light of the middle-aged man had hit the mountain and river fan in Yan Xiu's hands, and an extremely powerful momentum suddenly erupted.

"Ding Dong!" At this moment, a sharp and melodious flute sounded, with a penetrating breath, hit the purple light.

Immediately afterwards, there was another "poof!"

The jade flute in aquamarine was too late to get out of his mouth, and he was stained with a bit of blood.

"Unrestrained!" Ziguang turned around, and the figure of the middle-aged man appeared again. He glanced casually at the Wu Feng who was kneeling on the ground, and then turned to Yan Xiu.

"Poof!" Yan Xiu's face became extremely ridiculous at this moment, and a spit of blood also spewed out. The only thing different from Wu Feng was who came first.

The bright red blood stained the fan of mountains and rivers, making the above blood-like light more red, glamorous, and glamorous.

"How long can you last!" The middle-aged man spoke again, the same thing, but the tone was very different, because, this time it was for sure.

"Until he wakes up." Yan Xiu's eyes turned to the middle-aged man, whose blood-red eyes seemed to have something flowing, as if it were light, but also real blood.

"Wake up?" The middle-aged man froze for a moment, and then his eyes looked fiercely towards the integrity of the ground. Then, his expression finally changed.

He was not sure how Yan Xiu judged that Fang Zheng was not dead.

However, one thing he knew clearly was that the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand was emitting a strange purple light.

That kind of purple is completely different from the purple in his body.

Too flamboyant, flamboyantly bloody, flamboyantly nearly demonish.

And now, that strange purple is constantly spreading on the blade, even, it has begun to slowly extend to the hilt, and, most importantly, it seems that it has not stopped.

do not know why.

The middle-aged man shivered subconsciously when he saw this purple.

Just a slight tremor.

However, it has made the middle-aged man's heart tremendously shocked, because he knows that the integrity in front of the face is just the peak of the sky.

Even though, he has 388 kinds of Taoism in him, even if he is a genius again.

He is still just the pinnacle of Tianzhao Realm.

This is a fact that does not need to be disputed!

So, why does the demon of your own rebirth of rebirth have a trembling feeling for a human in heaven? Is it because of that sword, or because of that strange purple?

The middle-aged man did not know, but he knew that he could not let Fang Zhengzhi hold the sword again, because this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

So, his eyes turned to Yan Xiu again.

He didn't speak again, this time, he was going to take Yan Xiu's life directly, because only then could he take the sword from Fang Zheng's hands.

Only this...

Only then will he feel that he is at ease.

"Dead!" The middle-aged man gave a cold drink, and the person turned into a purple light again, but compared with just now, this purple light turned into two in an instant, and the two turned into again. Four ways, four ways become eight ways, endlessly, in an instant, they have turned into a purple.

"Yan Xiu!" Wu Feng's voice rang at this moment, and the jade flute in his hand was put on his lips again without hesitation, even if he knew that this was his own way.

Even if you know that this is a useless move to hit the stone.

But he still had no hesitation, his blood-stained lips were printed on the jade flute, his blood-stained fingers flicked gently, and the melodious melody burst out again.

Xing Qingsui looked at the purple rushing to Yan Xiu. He certainly knew what kind of power it was, but he didn't have any power to stop it.

The gap in strength is too great.

If he is not going to control the nearly 50,000 sergeants now, if his shoulders are not carrying Da Xia's plan for the Southern Region, then he will also make the same actions as Wu Feng.

But now...

He can't do this.

Because, what he needs to face is to walk out of the Han Ape tribe, has approached step by step, and there are soldiers from the South Region who are constantly pouring out from the entrance of the Valley of Wind.

"Connected end to end, arrayed the Quartet, General Zhao on the left, General Wang on the right, General Li on the right, and led the 5,000 sergeants to block the enemy. Others, follow me in front of the enemy!" Out loud.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Lord Commander!"

The leading sergeants all immediately recovered after hearing Qing Qingsui's order, revealing a kind of battlefield blood.

Fighting alone, they are indeed inferior to these demons, even the talents who stand in front of them, but once let them line up.

But it can definitely become a hard steel!

...

Yan Xiu's eyes looked at the countless purple rays coming toward him, his lips trembling slightly, it seemed to be an extremely painful patience.

However, his feet were very stable.

It stood on the ground like a javelin, and it didn't move.

With the purple light getting closer and closer, the red halo around Yan Xiu's waist also slowly moved upwards, rising from the waist to almost close to the chest.

For those who practice, they all know the importance of a chest position very clearly.

That is the heart.

The heart is the foundation of human existence, and it is also the place of the small world. Once pierced, the dead will die, and the lightest will be destroyed. The small world will also be destroyed, and the cultivation will decline, even for life.

But Yan Xiu at the moment, without any worries, let the bright red halo move toward the chest little by little, close to the most important small world in the cultivation.

Ziguang, near, almost in front of us.

Yan Xiu's hand also moved at this time, the mountain and river fan fan shined brightly, a red light rushed out of the fan and rushed into the sky, it seemed that it was no longer light, but real blood.

"The reversal of Qiankun, the mountains and rivers are not there!" Yan Xiu's mouth issued several unusually cold words. These words existed in his memory at a very young age.

However, he has only pronounced the first four words.

As for the last four...

For more than ten years ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he has never read it.

Because, it is a memory, a memory that does not belong to him, but belongs to the fan of mountains and rivers.

"Boom!"

Space shocks.

The bright red light fell from the sky, depicting a pair of lifelike mountains in the air, except that the stone of the mountains, the sand of the mountains, and even the water flowing down the mountains had only one color.

That is...

red!

A kind of red falling from the sky, with the feeling that it is completely impossible to intertwine cold and hot, it is also a kind of complete red, but you can see the mountains above, the stones above, the above The water is because the mountain is shaking, the stone is shaking, and the water is making a trickle.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spewed out, staining the bright red mountain, and the whole sky was printed, and it turned into a blood red. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: