Gate of God

From the time when Nangong Hao stepped out of the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, and then to see Yun Qingwu and worship the star, his expression has been very calm and calm.

However, when the dragon guard appeared, his expression became more dignified for the first time.

No one knows what Nangong Hao is thinking. Perhaps, as asked by Bai Xing, what are you left to scare when your last piece is taken out? Perhaps, as Nangong Hao said...

You can guess.

"Can this battle of the Han Ape Tribe really determine the future of Nanyu and Daxia?" Bai Xing heard Nangong Hao's words, and did not mean to guess, but continued to ask rhetorically.

"If you try, you will know." Nangong Hao withdrew his gaze and looked at Bai Xing, the faint golden light in his eyes flickered, and the inaction sword pointed in his hand.

"If I were you, I wouldn't take care of these people's life and death at all." Bai Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, the coldness in the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and the whole person turned into a silver light in a flash.

...

This seems to be an extremely fierce battle.

Nearly 50,000 sergeants of the Xia dynasty were waiting in line. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the South Region came from the front and back, and dozens of elite elites were preparing to slaughter.

It is a pity that when they face hundreds of dragon guards, they still can only temporarily put away their killing heart and take a defensive posture.

In terms of the battle situation, this is a match that looks evenly matched.

But anyone who really understands knows that the so-called head-to-head rivalry is only a temporary superficial phenomenon, because here is the Southern Territory instead of Daxia.

If once the battle is started, and you cannot win immediately, there will be only one way, and you will fall into a siege.

The reason is very simple. The South Region can set up ambushes in the cold ape tribe. How can it be possible that there is no encirclement outside? Once the military power is dragged down, this battle has been defeated.

Xing Qingsui can understand this, and Wu Feng may of course be aware of this too.

only……

Almost all of Wu Feng's thoughts are tied to Yan Xiu's body. Although Yan Xiu is indifferent, Wu Feng and Yan Xiu have known each other since childhood.

The failure of the court test.

It used to make Wu Feng feel sad.

However, when it comes to hate, it is impossible to hate, because, from a young age to the big one, he always treats Yan Xiu as a younger brother in his heart.

Although, being a brother's surpassing by his brother is a relatively embarrassing thing.

But this does not mean that he will watch Yan Xiu fall into Shura Dao like this, and even be killed by the middle-aged man of the Demon Race.

The jade flute in his hand was tightly tightened, and Wu Feng's heart seemed to be making some kind of decision.

In addition to Wu Feng, the people who focused on Yan Xiu in the field also had Yun Qingwu who was standing on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain in a plain white dress.

"It seems that he is not enough." Yun Qingwu seemed to be talking to herself, but the voice heard the two deputies behind her, almost equal to the same command.

"Shall I help him?" The young deputy with a green magic eye on his forehead asked tentatively.

"Wuji go." Yun Qingwu gently shook her head.

"Me? Young Master, then your safety..." A middle-aged man with a pale red magic eye on his forehead seemed hesitant to hear Yun Qingwu's words.

"No problem." Yun Qingwu said indifferently.

"Understood, I will go back as soon as I go." Wu Ji heard nothing more here, and his figure disappeared as soon as he moved.

When the two armies fought fiercely, a light falling from the cliff of Wind Valley naturally cannot attract too many people's attention.

However, when this light hit Yan Xiu at a very fast speed, Wu Feng felt the powerful killing intention contained in this light for the first time.

"Come on!" Wu Feng gave a soft drink in his mouth, and his body greeted the light falling towards the sky like a shooting star.

For the sorcerer who mastered the rhythm together.

Melee is not his strength.

Long-distance battle is his best choice, but this time, he greeted him without hesitation, and at the same time, the green jade flute in his hand also lit up.

It was a green brilliance like water, and when this brilliance was printed on Wu Feng's arm, a very strange scene appeared.

Green moire appeared on Wu Feng's arm, even moving up little by little, converging toward his chest at a slow speed.

"Huh?" There was a slight voice on the sky.

Then, the light and the figure collided together.

Without too many accidents, Wu Feng's body was blown up like a kite, his mouth was sprayed with blood like spring water, and his face was pale.

And at the place where the two collided, at this moment was standing a middle-aged man with a pale red light flashing on his forehead. It was the halberd that fell from the cliff of Wind Valley.

Compared with the appearance of the fall just now, the halberd's clothes were obviously broken several times, his arms were slightly trembling, and his eyes looked at the witch wind that was falling to the ground not far away, and there seemed to be a slight respect.

"No more dying and struggling, it's useless." Wu Ji looked at Wu Wufeng, who was gritting his teeth and stood up from the ground with a cold tone.

"If you don't struggle, it's really useless!" Wu Feng's lips bite very tightly, and a little blood slipped from the corners of his lips. I don't know if it was blood spit out from his mouth or blood that was produced after his lips were bitten. .

"With your qualifications, if you can wait another ten years, I will not be your opponent." Wu Ji looked at the more turquoise green moire on Wu Feng's arm, and the tone was sure.

"I know." Wu Feng is also very sure.

"Well, I can give you a chance as if I didn't see you."

"But, I have already seen you."

"Well...If that's the case, then you die!" Wu Ji nodded, and the sword in his hand flicked gently, and a small crescent-like light flashed from the tip of his sword.

It was a glorious light.

However, when Wu Feng saw this light, the expression on his face was already ashes, he just bit his lip tightly, waiting for the crescent moon to arrive.

"boom!"

The blood was flying all over the sky.

Wu Feng fell to the ground with a blood stain on his chest. His eyes were closed and his face was pale, but the jade flute in his hand was still pointing to Yan Xiu, whose eyes were red and not far away...

"Witch wind!"

"Son Witch!"

Voices rang among the geniuses, the tone was bleak, there was sympathy for Wu Feng, and also despair for their own destiny.

...

Yan Xiu looked extremely awkward now.

He just quietly guarded in front of Fang Zhengzheng, a pair of eyes flowing bright red light, can not see the picture inside the pupil, naturally it is impossible to guess what he is looking at.

The Qiankun fan, who had no pictures of mountains and rivers, was tightly held in his hands, and a little blood stain on the fan surface looked a bit harsh and sad.

"Witch...Witch...Witch wind..." A very small voice came out slightly from Yan Xiu's mouth, and with this sound, the blood color in Yan Xiu's eyes seemed to gradually become clear.

It was just clear.

Just like a turbid river, after years of time, the sand and soil slowly settled, and the color still did not change, but the quality has become crystal clear.

"Wufeng!" Suddenly, a clear and audible voice spit out from Yan Xiu's mouth, and immediately, the red light of Yan Xiu's chest shone brightly.

If it was flashing before, then it is now bright and continuous bright.

"What's the matter?" Wu Qi looked at Yan Xiu's chest with red light, and there was deep doubt in his eyes, because, according to normal reason, Yan Xiu should have fallen into evil Shura just now.

Of course……

As far as Yan Xiu's state is now, it is still in the state of evil asura, because the more red the chest is, the deeper it is into evil asura.

So, how can Yan Xiu speak clearly?

Wuji didn't quite understand.

And the middle-aged man who has been fighting Yan Xiu also does not understand. Since he has fallen into the evil reincarnation, how can he get out of the evil reincarnation?

The eyes of the two demon deputies are somewhat puzzled.

However, soon, the doubts in their eyes turned into surprise, because they saw a figure, a figure pressing a hand on Yan Xiu's shoulder.

It was a hand completely wrapped in purple light.

This kind of purple light naturally comes from the sword in his hand, a sword that has been completely purple from the blade to the hilt, crystal clear and magical purple.

"Fang...Fangzheng?!" As a demon of reincarnation, Wuqi rarely gets too surprised by seeing a human being, but, for some reason, he now has an ominous faintness in his heart. feel.

The middle-aged man who stood with the martial arts was also shocked at the moment. His eyes looked at Fang Zhengzheng's face, and his footsteps took a subconscious step back.

Although, this is only a small step, but it is enough to represent his current thoughts.

"Fangzheng is not dead!"

"This...is this still upright?"

"What's going on? Why, I... I feel a little scared!"

The geniuses also noticed the figure standing behind Yan Xiu at this time. It was a figure they were very familiar with, but at this moment they were almost unknown.

Yun Qingwu's face suddenly changed on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain.

The reason is of course also the figure behind Yan Xiu, who is also familiar with Yun Qingwu. In the impression of Yun Qingwu, Fang Zhengzhi has always been a shameless person who can hardly be described by words.

Of course, such a person's temperament can be imagined.

But now...

This temperament is completely absent.

Now Fang Zhengzheng, just like the ghost wrapped in a mass of purple light, the innocent sword has been completely transformed into a crystal purple monster.

Even Julian's straight arm was completely covered with purple light.

It seems to be a kind of purple that blends into the blood, and the eyes that are squarely printed are also purple.

Yan Xiu, because he mastered the Shura Tao, his eyes turned red, that is understandable, because that is the ability that can be possessed in the reincarnation.

but……

Was Founder straight into reincarnation?

Of course not. His strengths are 388 kinds of Tao in the small world. However, with the integrity of the present, there seems to be only one kind of Tao flowing in his body.

That is, killing.

A kind of killing burst out from the heart.

If Yan Xiu's Shura Road is a coldness interwoven with good and evil, then Fang Zhengzhi is a cold in his bones.

In other words, it is murderous.

Overwhelming murderous.

"Why did you wake up?" Yun Qingwu's eyes were somewhat surprised. This expression rarely appeared on her face.

And the vice standing on the forehead behind Yun Qingwu with green magic eyes was also tight at this time, and the sword in his hand was drawn directly.

...

Yan Xiu's body shivered slightly at this moment.

He didn't have much movement, but a violent purple was slowly wrapping up towards Yan Xiu's body from Fang Zheng's hands.

For an evil Shura.

This is something that should not have happened, because it is impossible for an unconscious evil Shura to control himself and let other energy enter the body.

However, Yan Xiu didn't do much, but just stood quietly, trembling slightly.

until……

Slowly close your eyes and sit down on the ground.

As everyone expected, Yan Xiu fell into a coma, but this is also something that no one can imagine, because, Fang Zhengzhi can actually fall into a coma? !

Fang Zhengzhi didn't answer the doubts on the faces of the people around him. He just gently supported Yan Xiu's body. Then, he looked at the witch wind that was falling in the pool of blood from afar.

At last……

His gaze looked at Wuxi, and the middle-aged man standing beside him.

A purple ray of light began to rise from the bottom of his feet, and slowly hovered around his body like a winding dragon.

Such a scene ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ made even Nangong Hao and Bai Xing stop in the fierce battle.

At this moment, Bai Xing's eyes became extremely surprised, and the sneer in the corner of his mouth disappeared instantly because Fang Zhengzhi had a very disturbing feeling on his body.

Nangong Hao's eyes were also somewhat surprised, which was different from the surprise when he heard Fang Zhengzhi saying that there are 388 kinds of Tao in the small world. This kind of surprise now obviously has a kind of doubt.

Is this the true strength of 388 kinds of Tao?

wrong.

This is just a way, a way that belongs to killing!

Why is there such a way? !

The battlefield of fierce fighting became a little quieter at this moment, because a sky of purple light rose at this time, it was a purple dragon.

"Kill!" A cold, biting voice sounded in the purple dragon, and on the ground, the originally standing Fang Zhengzhi had completely disappeared at this moment. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: