Marquis of Grand Xia

Red Luan star field in the west, on the star of life, son Xiaobai battles the third strongest in the holy field, Hughes.

Sky Sword first appeared, slashing the power of heaven and earth, directly splitting the void, and coming to the world.

Before the crisis, Master Xiaobai's amazing power broke out, the dragon scales appeared all over his body, absolute defense, and the power of Sky Sword was blocked.

The earth-shattering battle, the power of the world, centered on the two, the violent power spread, and the world and earth changed color instantly.

In the aftermath, the two separated, and Hughes stabilized his body, looking at the former with a slight look.

Scale family?

No, this breath is, Dragon!

Hasn't the Dragon Clan been annihilated? Why are there people of the Dragon Clan?

Before thinking, the white light flashed in front, and the young man Xiaobai bullied himself again, and the white dragon Xiaokong was more powerful than before.

When Hughes returned to his mind, the golden sword responded with a sudden shock, and he stepped back half a step.

The battle reopens, at a completely different level. The son Xiaobai is full of dragon power, raising his hands and throwing his feet, which is amazing.

The movement of the White Dragon Divine Gun is unpredictable, with points, thorns, sweeps, and hacks, ever-changing, blessed with divine power, and the power of destruction is unstoppable.

In the battle, Hughes retreated and then retreated, facing the reborn opponent, fell into the disadvantage.

"Dragon Race, you are actually descended from the Dragon Race!"

Under the stormy offensive, Hughes was startled and angry, and said.

"Now that you have guessed, then you can't save your life, Xiaolong will!"

The murderous attack, the offensive reached its peak again, the white dragon phantom behind the son Xiaobai manifested, the dragon was filled, and the world was discolored.

After an inexhaustible period of time, the dragon race reappeared. In the battle situation, the main tenth house of the tenth house, Hughes, lost his mind and his moves began to have flaws.

"Boom, boom!"

The white dragon sharp gun danced, swept through thousands of troops, and opened the sky to break the Yue.

Hughes retreated, blood dripping continuously on his right arm, stained with red and gold swords.

"Retreat!"

Knowing that he had no chance of success, Hughes was reluctant to fight again, and with a sword, his figure quickly retreated.

"You can't go!"

The son Xiaobai shook the sword energy from the air and threw the white dragon magic gun in his hand. Suddenly, the magic gun turned into a shape and Long Xiao nine days.

When the murderous opportunity arrived, Hughes looked back, looking at the white dragon rushing towards the rear, the sword slashed, and then blocked the dragon's prestige.

"boom!"

Shocked by Long Wei, violent and fierce, Hughes held the hand of the sword, and then dyed vermilion.

After a moment of delay, the young man Xiaobai flew to the rear, and his right hand was falsely gripped, and the sharp gun was again solidified.

The unpredictable dragon martial arts reappeared after hundreds of thousands of years, and forced the third strongest in the Holy Land.

"Xuan Huang is angry, the eight dragons are against the world."

Knowing that the identity could not be exposed, the son Xiaobai broke out to cultivate himself. Suddenly, the nine days changed, the eight dragons manifested, and the fantasy was retrograde.

Kuangshi Martial Arts, first appeared in the world, only to see nine days above, eight dragons screamed into a blazing meteor, rushing forward.

The eight dragons were approaching, and Xius retreated, but it was too late.

The dragons are absolutely unskilled, ancient and modern, Hughes Hengjian hardly blocked, only to see the dragon qi pass through the body, the golden sword, it is difficult to stop.

"Uh!"

A splatter of blood spilled across the sky, and the dragon's energy flowed through the body. The figure of Hughes fell directly from the sky and threw it down on the ground.

In the void, the figure of the son Xiaobai descended from the sky, stepping forward step by step, his expression did not dare to carelessly.

Suddenly, in the diffuse sand, a golden sword light burst out of the air, sharp and biting, and sharp and compelling.

The son Xiaobai sneered, the figure flashed over, avoiding the sword light, and after a short while, plundered into the sky and sand.

The sharp gun broke into the air, with a clatter, it penetrated the golden armor and broke directly into the chest of the king.

"Uh!"

The humming sound again, painful into the bone marrow, Hughes looked at the descendants of the Dragon clan in front of him, and forcibly raised the last breath.

With a clatter, the Excalibur swept out at a rapid speed, and the young man's left arm, blood spilled, stained a little red shirt.

"Ok?"

The young man Xiaobai frowned, glanced at his left arm, did he lie?

In front of him, Hughes' body was unable to fall, and the moment his eyes closed, a smile of relief appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Roga, next, please.

Hughes died in battle. On the similar star of life, Luo Jia, the Lord of the Third House, felt and looked shocked.

Hughes! How could this be?

It didn't take long for the golden light to glide over the distant starry sky, and it was extremely fast, and in a flash, it had reached the star of life.

At the next moment, only a loud tremor was heard, and the golden sword fell through the air and plunged into the earth.

The blood-stained Excalibur, constantly mourning, a battle of life and death, the Lord of the Tenth House of the Sanctuary, fell!

Luo Jiamai stepped forward and silently pulled up the golden sword, with deep pain in his heart.

In less than one day, the Sanctuary had damaged the two palace masters one after another. Such losses have never occurred.

Suddenly, Luo Jia was shocked, looking at the blood-stained golden excalibur, and his face was shocked.

What is this breath?

On the blood-stained golden Excalibur, except for Hughes' breath, a faint coercion of pressure and anomalies were faintly vague.

"Not a human race."

Luo Jia's expression condensed, a bit like scales, but different, strange.

With doubts in his heart, Luo Jia looked at the golden sword in his hand, and his brows grew tighter.

In this way, Hughes desperately sent the sword back to tell him something.

At the same time, in the southeast of the Red Luan Star Territory, the mysterious human clan powerful shot, the stone clan kings were defeated, and most of them died in battle.

The strong humanoids counterattacked, attracting the attention of the Celestial Royal Family, and Xuan Qi went out in person and set off for the territory where the stone clan is located.

A few days later, Xuan Qi appeared on the star of life where the human race and the stone clan had a war. His eyes looked at the scars in front of him, and the light flashed through his eyes.

Sure enough, it is unique to the human race. Unexpectedly, there are so many hidden masters in the human race.

Looking at it for a moment, the figure of Xuan Qi flickered and flew towards the nearest star of life again.

These breaths were obviously left not long ago. Presumably the strong men of the human race have not gone too far, he should still be able to catch up.

After counting the interest, a sword light galloped on the starry sky, the speed was extremely fast, and it was fleeting.

Just when the Red Luan Star Territories and the Hundreds and Hundreds started to confront each other, before the Heavenly Territories, before being buried in the Immortal Jedi, a black figure appeared and appeared in a forbidden world.

In front, buried immortal Jedi, cold wind roaring, innumerable white bones, everywhere, before entering, it will be creepy.

Stopping for a moment, Ning Chen did not hesitate any more, took a step, and walked into the Burial Immortal Jedi.

Come again after a hundred years, everything has changed, and the terrain is undulating inside the Immortal Jedi, much different from the last time you came.

As if there were a realm of life, there were changes all the time, and Ning Chen walked in it, and he was alert.

He is very clear that this is definitely not a pure land on earth, otherwise, the man who was crushed in the mountain has already broken out.

He did not know what kind of power could turn this place into a Jedi, but the purpose of this place is probably to suppress the people in the mountains.

"Roar"

Soon after the entrance, in the distance, at the end of the valley, the beast roared to the sky.

Ning Chen stopped and looked at the deep valley in the distance, frowning slightly.

"Hang, Keng"

Deep in the valley, the overcast air filled, the sound of tidy footsteps, a row of warriors dressed in Yin armour walked past, so dreadful and terrifying that people did not dare to approach.

From the ancient times, after the collapse of the Four Great Immortals, there will be Yin soldiers in every corner of the starry sky every once in a while. I do n’t know where to go and where to go.

In the distance, Ning Chen saw the Yin soldiers in the valley. This time, he was no longer excited.

For hundreds of years, he has no idea how many words he saw the Yin soldiers borrowed. In the dark, he seems to have something to do with these things. Every few days, he can always see these strange things.

In the depths of the valley, the Yin soldiers appeared shortly afterwards, and dispersed in the air, as if the ancient reflections disappeared completely.

On the distant mountain peak, Ning Chen stepped in and ran across the valley.

In the Jedi, the different light rises, suppressing the power of the world, the birds are difficult to do, and they fall from the sky from time to time.

At the peak, Ning Chen's figure fell, and with a bang, his legs bent down and fell below the valley.

Absolute physical strength, terrifying anomaly, jumped from the peak of the summit, unharmed.

In the deep valley, the Yin soldiers are no longer visible, and only the remaining yin qi is pervasive and gloomy.

Ning Chen walked among them, didn't stay too much, the figure flashed over, hurried towards the front.

At the end of the valley, straight into the peaks of the clouds, a pair of tired eyes suddenly opened, looking at the front, showing excitement.

Here he is finally here!

In front of the mountain, there are thorns all over the place. In the past 100 years, black thorns born out of thin air have blocked the way, spreading thousands of miles, and shocking people.

Ning Chen stopped and looked at the thorns in front of the mountain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ eyes narrowed slightly.

The last time these thorns did not exist, just a hundred years ago, such a big change has taken place. It seems that this trip will not be too easy.

He reached out and touched it, but when he saw the thorns shaking gently in front of him, the black air flow was filled, and the sound of rustling corrosion sounded. On Ning Chen's fingers, the skin began to crack, exposing blood marks.

Ning Chen withdrew his hand and frowned, so terrible thorns, that even the body of Heavenly Demon could not be defended.

Thinking about this, Ning Chen waved his right hand and started with the ghost sword, and started to open up the wasteland honestly.

Thousands of miles of thorny mountain road, long and rugged, the next ten days, Ning Chen step by step to split the way forward, no worries.

In the rear, all the thorns that were cut off were collected into the Green Dingzhong, and no one was wasted.

Since these thorns are so terrible, they will certainly come in handy in the future.

In ten days, Ning Chen cut off nearly half of the thorns in front of the mountain, even though the body of the endless physical demon felt a trace of fatigue.

Ten days later, under the mountain peak, Ning Chen finally came to look at the mountain in front of him, the ghost sword clenched tightly, and a sword came out.

"boom!"

The sword was cut off, but in the earth-shattering shaking, the whole mountain shook violently. In the center of the mountain, a huge crack appeared, and the boulders flew and slammed down on the ground.

The mountain collapsed, and the front road appeared. Ning Chen's heart condensed, and he walked towards it.

In the mountain, iron ropes swayed, and black chains criss-crossed, enough for dozens. In the center of the chain, a man in black was deadlocked in the mountain for thousands of years and could not escape.

"Finally waiting for you."

When the fate came, the man in black looked up in the rope, his tone exhausted.

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