Marquis of Grand Xia

In the small world, the gods swallow the holy child, and the twelve **** wings cover the sky.

The magical power that erupted in an instant, like Hong Tao, shattered the small world directly.

In the starry sky, all the sages in the world were killed. However, before approaching the body of the gods, they were flew out by this terrifying god.

In a shocking scene, the breath of the gods is constantly rising, surpassing the holy realm and reaching the unknown realm.

Behind the gods, the wings of the twelve gods are so huge, the terrifying divinity swings from circle to circle, shaking the whole world.

"Is this the power of the Holy Child?"

The **** feels the divine power that is constantly pouring out of his body, his face shows a satisfied color, and his eyes sweep across the human saints around him. He lifts his right hand and says lightly, "Come, let God witness your despair."

"Huangquan Qilu."

In the hands of the landlord Xiaoyue, a silver thread appeared, wrapped in a Huangquan sharp gun, the silver thread sounded, and Huang Quan opened the way.

Shengwei broke out, the color of the world changed, Huang Quan's sharp gun broke through time and space, and swept forward to the gods ahead.

The sage's move on earth was terrifying, however, the eyes of the gods were indifferent, his right palm turned over, and the situation faded.

Thunder, time and space, and Shenyan merge, beyond the existence of the Holy Realm, and control the world.

One move, only heard a sudden shock, Huang Quan's sharp gun shattered, the main body of Xiaoyue was stagnant, looking back at the shocked eyes of the saints on the earth, a smile of relief appeared on his face.

"It's yours!"

The last words, accompanied by a blast of earth-shattering explosions, the main building of Xiaoyue blew up the road bridge, trying to hit the gods.

"Useless sacrifice!"

In the violent wind and waves, the **** opened his mouth and waved away the surrounding waves, gazing at Mu Qian'er on the other side, and said lightly, "Next, you!"

The words fell, the gods surrounded him, thundered thousands of roads, dominated the avenues, and all methods of creeping.

Named as killing, all the sages in the world returned to God from shock, and joined hands to act, trying to block the divine power.

I saw that Thunder passed by, and a saint in the world was flew out. Finally, Mu Qian's Hengjian blocked the thunder, but he heard a piercing sound of the sword, and then there was blood splashing all over, the sword died and died Dao.

"Thousand Martyrs!"

Ning Chen was shocked and angered, the whole body of flames rose up, condensed sword and condensed yuan, and cut to the gods.

"Don't worry, it will be your turn later!"

The **** turned his palm, blocked the sword power, and soon the whole body shrewd his power, and flew his destiny out.

The absolute strength gap, the gods who are beyond the holy realm, are no longer unstoppable by humans.

In the battle situation, Fan Lingyue stared at the **** in front, and his expression was as deep as the abyss.

On the side, the female often palms the magic element, the magic power rises, and the power is abnormal.

"Go first."

The woman often speaks, saying goodbye.

"Go well."

Fan Lingyue responded and said.

The calm tone seemed to be just the most common farewell between friends, and no farewell before life was heard.

The female often burned her blood and magic element, and instantly turned into an amazing magic sun, directly hitting the god.

In the battle situation, the gods felt, both palms condensed the power of the storm, and blocked the magic sun.

"boom!"

Moyang shook the divine power, and in the turbulent waves, time and space circulated at a rapid speed, which turned away the power of Moyang quickly.

One saint after another died in battle, but the gods were unscathed, and the absolute divine power was beyond imagination.

Heaven and sky, women often die in battle, the magic energy returns between heaven and earth, a figure of Xuanyi white hair stands still, and the magic energy of the whole body continues to rise.

"Ziyi, I may not be able to walk with you anymore, take care."

In front of him, Luo Fei looked at the world war and whispered a word, and immediately the figure flashed over, rushing towards the world.

Humans, on the starry sky, are full of blood bones, and in the face of gods above all, human resistance is so weak.

Even if you surpass life and death, reach the holy realm, how can you be truly immortal in the big world.

"Ghost ghost."

It seems that mother and child are connected, but when the sky is full of ghosts and ghosts, Mingming wakes up, looks at the **** in front, and looks shocked.

"Jingle Bell."

At this time, in the distance, the silver bell sounded, and the three dragon corpses rushed to take the fairy sedan. In the fairy sedan, Yan Jun, the prefecture, stepped out. The powerful breath is different from the past.

At the moment when Yan Jun appeared in the land, a crack appeared in the star space, and in each crack, millions of Yin soldiers came out.

Billions of Yin soldiers walked from different time and space to the final battle. In the hands of Yan Jun, the capital, the purple brilliance permeated, Yan Emperor manifested, and the power was better than ever.

"kill!"

With a command, hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers flew by, just like moths slamming the fire, crashing into the gods ahead.

"The ghost way, but the trail."

The gods raised their hands, the flames filled with flames, the horrible gods burned the sky and boiled the sea, and burned millions of Yin soldiers to ashes.

Before the sky, Yan Jun looked back, looked at the plain clothes man who had waited for the endless years, and smiled, "Unexpectedly, before we met, it was farewell, Xianzun, and the ghost girl take a step first."

Having finished speaking, Yan Jun, the master of the earth, was so angry that he swayed the flames of heaven.

"Sister, go with your sister."

Yan Jun, the mansion, spoke softly.

"Ok."

Nodded, he glanced deeply at the plain-clothed man not far away and said, "The ghost will be given to you."

The words fell, the whole body was full of ghosts, the ghosts of the ghosts were surging, the two holy men of the land together, the holy holy power was surging, and vaguely, it was to break through the unknown realm.

In the most terrible scene, the Shuangsheng of the Mansion burst into the Divine Flame, carrying the power of hundreds of millions of Yinbing soldiers, and slammed into the gods again.

The sky was a huge explosion, and the sky was sinking into the sky. Countless big stars were destroyed by this horrible explosion.

"Sword sound, Feihong!"

Shuangsheng used his life to shake the gods. In the battle, the legend of Daxia moved, like a dragon and a sword.

"Sword Technique, Taiyi!"

Ahead, Ning Chen pressed the grief in his heart, and pointed to the Ning Jian, the same sword.

The two swords join forces, and the swordsmanship is boundless.

"Naive!"

In the constant turbulent ghost spirit, the figure of the **** appeared, his palms blocked his swords, and his whole body was violently shaken.

Outside the battle, Fan Lingyue squinted when she saw this scene.

boom!

In a moment of stalemate, the gods and the body appeared again, and the two retreated.

"A sword is forbidden, there is no way in the world."

Three steps back, the sword in the king's hand turned around, and the power was distracted, and the figure swept forward again.

The tremendous shock ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The **** palm blocks Wang Jian, and the king holds his left hand in a virtual grip, the sand sword condenses, and cuts to the mind of God.

"Unusual swordsman, this trick, respect your sword!"

The **** waved his hand, swayed the king, the battle was separated, the god's palms turned, and the whole world shook violently.

In the starry sky, two huge black vortices appeared. In the vortex, the sullen thunder masterpiece appeared like a fierce beast of a different world.

"Fairy Sword Overture, Chapter of the Earth!"

Divine prestige is approaching, the king's two swords have different moves, the sword on the sword, breaking the limit.

"Fairy Sword Overture, Chapter of Man!"

Wang Jian played a fairy sound, and the sound of the sword rushed into the sky, a completely different new realm, opening up the world of swordsmanship, the sword light illuminating the end of the world.

(Ps: WeChat public account: smoke and rain overnight, and will be updated on the public account after finishing this.)

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