Marquis of Grand Xia

On Tianyu Peak, snowflakes fell, and under the swaying apricot trees, white flowers fluttered, and snowflakes and white flowers were difficult to distinguish.

In the devil's arms, Tianyu is dying, nine days of thunder masterpiece, the sound of mourning is the mourning that Tianyu will return to heaven and earth.

The scattered starlight was so dazzling that the woman raised her hand and integrated the final source into the former body.

"Give it to Yin'er"

The weak and abnormal voice was almost inaudible. The Sky-speaker's eyes opened slowly, looking down on the last look in the world, and he was relieved and peaceful.

"Remember, never hate yourself"

The words fell, the starlight dissipated, and the heavenly language returned to the world.

The frustrated demon, the body trembling constantly, or the promotion of memory, or the instinct of the body, a waterfall of white flowers flies up, hiding the **** eyes of the demon.

Mishui River, painting the floating heart of the lake, in the painting, Aman carefully taught the little girl how to practice sword, beautiful face, beautiful and gentle.

When Jiaoyue hangs high, the surface of the lake is scrolling, and a black figure walks out, looking at the painting in front of him, his eyes condensing like an abyss, and the darkness makes people palpitate.

In the painting, A Man felt that, raising his hand and patting the little girl's head gently, he was told to go out immediately.

"Where did Fengshen go?" Said the demon body.

"Mo Xing" Ah Man responded calmly.

"Thank you"

The devil responded, stepped, and disappeared.

"Who?"

Yin'er walked out and looked at the empty surface, puzzled.

"People who ask for directions"

Ah Man turned around and said softly.

Mo Xing, Feng Shui Forbidden Land, and the Phoenix Body entered for some time, and the flames tumbling deep inside the Forbidden Land were less and less, constantly shrinking towards the center.

When night fell, the red clothes walked out, bathed in fire, and the uncontrollable sword intentions kept shaking, separating the forbidden ground and cutting out a life and death path.

Mo Shan, Yu Fengfeng, Master Mo's eyes opened, looking at the distance, flashes of light flashed by.

finally come.

The void scrolls, the red light converges, and the figure of Ling Li in the red clothes of the void, the star soul blood is dazzling in his hand, and he does not dare to kill.

"Good disciple here, are you ready to come back and give up your life"

On the Taoist platform, the Lord Mo got up, and suddenly, the wind and the clouds swelled, and the colorful rays of light illuminate Baili.

"Today, new hatreds and old grudges, use your blood to repay them bit by bit"

As the words fell, the red clothes moved, the sword walked around, the streamer flashed, and the sword opened Huang Quan.

With a loud bang, the palm sword confronted for the first time, the aftermath swayed, and the beams of sword light continued to disperse and flew into the distance.

The melee battle, the move to block the shot, the dazzling sword, the blood is bright, the sword is faster than the sword, just like a storm, without leaving a slight gap.

"There is progress, but unfortunately the foundation is still too weak"

Ink Master took a sword and immediately backhanded it, retreating back to the former.

"Xianshu, Jinghong"

Raising one hand, one finger startled the rainbow, the rainbow light that burst out of the sky, separated the world, and reached directly before Zhiming.

"Four Elephants Seal God"

The four elephants reappeared, the phoenix turned into a god, and the moment the ancestor returned to the realm of the gods, the red clothing disappeared, and the sword edged his eyes, and died.

There was a scream, and the sound of tearing the clothes and silks sounded. The ink master sideways avoided the sword light, palmed the fairy yuan, and shot the forward.

Suddenly shocked, the mountain collapsed, and the red clothes passed by, and behind it, the colorful glory destroyed the mountain and completely flattened the fifth peak.

The revolving sword light swept again, the sword light flaunted, and it was fierce.

The endless battle situation, no longer allow the other party to see the sun, and the constantly intertwined figure, brought out a touch of dazzling glory, the sword sounded, the sound was hatred.

"Nine Suns Burning the Sky"

The Heavenly Book reappears, Jiuyang empties, moves with the sword, the sword passes, and Shenyang burns the sky and cooks the sea.

The ink figure flashed over, avoiding the sword light, raising his hand to condense the element, and the fairy technique opened the sky.

There was a loud explosion, colorful billowing, annihilating Jiuyang, aftermath added, and Phoenix was immediately injured.

The overflowing blood continued to flow down the sword front, but the red light of the sword who passed by suddenly, as if not knowing, added three points of fierceness.

From the beginning of the battle, there was white heat. The Vietnam War became more brave. The wounds were pressured, the blood swallowed, the flying hair was so dazzling, a sword, and it was about to fall. .

"Sword style, dragon and tiger"

Star Soul dances, dragons and tigers galloping on the sword, taking advantage of each other, dragons and tigers roaring towards the old man in front.

The magic of the Divine Realm is quite different. The ink master looks slightly condensed, and the colorful palms gather, and a colorful Shenyang rises and hits the dragon and tiger.

With two moves, the dragon and the tiger shook the Shenyang, the mountain could not bear the fear and divine power, and quickly collapsed.

In the collapsed mountain, one side of the mountain rock didn't break apart, and it rolled down, smashing into the sky and dust.

In the aftermath, the vermilion splash is hard to cover up the bone of the murderous opportunity, the sword light passes by, and the life is ruthlessly forced.

Mozhu avoided the sword light sideways, and immediately raised his hand to grasp the blade in the hands of the former, fighting for the strong, fighting for wisdom, once the sword loses the sword, the word peak, but a joke.

"Jiangshan Changes Hands"

The former grabbed the sword in front of him, Ning Chen snorted coldly, the sword edge turned in his hand, the edge was strong, he swept past.

Between eyes, the blood splashed, the ink master dyed red with one hand, and the sword grab failed.

Waving his hand to seal the wound, the ink master's eyes condensed, and the nine sons in front of him were indeed different from before.

Unwilling to drag for a long time, the colorful colors turn to yin and yang, the eyes of the ink master are transient, the whole body is black and white, and the glory is prosperous.

Ning Chen saw it, his expression condensed, and he held it with his left hand.

When the yin and yang arrays open, the tai chi array rises into the sky, and the two instruments shine in the light, and the strength of each other is added to add the power of the gods.

"Xianshu, Yin Qing Yuan Qi"

The Yin-Yang immortal technique reappears, Hong Tao's undercurrents are like waves, the black moon comes, and the power of the law of terror comes to the earth.

At the next moment, the black moon collapsed, and the following shock scene, the entire Moshan peaks collapsed sharply, the moon was missing, and the world and the sun were sinking.

The collapsing Black Moon hit the Tai Chi array, rumbling and shaking, resounding through the world, and a piece of void echoed down, and the endless void continued to devour the surrounding brilliance, forming an absolute darkness.

In the aftermath, the red clothes flew out, and the blood was all stained, and the sturdy sword, the blood flowed.

"Have you no strength? Old nine, your growth is indeed beyond the expectations of this seat, but it is limited to this."

Master Mo stepped forward step by step, his black and white eyes were cold and ruthless, and now it's time to get back his belongings.

Turning the palm and pressing, the yin and yang lingered, turning into a horrible suction to swallow the nine sons in front of him.

"Sword Technique"

At the moment of crisis, the blade of the sword in the red clothes disappeared, and then the shape was fierce, and the immortal Zhu Xian appeared in the world, the divine power was open, and the sky was ruined.

"Dragon and Phoenix Burial"

The sword of the **** realm, dragons and phoenixes rush, carrying the prestige of heaven, rushing forward.

Close at hand, too late to avoid, the ink master's eyes sank, his palms shake the dragon and phoenix, but felt a powerful and murderous penetration, his body suddenly slipped out dozens of feet.

Drops of blood dripping, stained red arms, the murderer's face was covered with murder, waved his hand to seal the wound, and stepped forward.

Zhang Yuan shoots, the black moon's coldness roars and bursts, engulfing Zhiming.

The palm power came, the red clothes flicked, and passed by, and the wind and clouds on the Zhuxian sword were shocked, and the sword lingered, and the vast void collapsed.

The world-famous sword and prestige, reappearing the style of the ancient soldiers in ancient times, guarding the immortal soldiers of the Eastern Immortal World, the most terrifying aspect broke out.

The fierce air scrolled wildly, covering the sky and moon, lingering around the body of the destiny, the sword passed for a moment, and nine days of wail.

"The original Zhuxian sword of the Eastern Immortal Realm is in your hands"

Seeing the mighty and overbearing power of the Immortal Sword, Mozhu stepped back, avoiding the sharp edge of the Immortal Sword, and immediately a white sun rose around him, turning into a flame of heaven, and descended on the earth.

Shenyan came into the world and annihilated the red clothes. However, the gods in the fire, why fear Shenyan, the red clothes passing by, broke through the bondage, and the blade edge swept again.

Ink master stepped, his hands merged, hard-wired the immortal sword, and the rotating yin and yang constantly consumed the power of the immortal sword.

"Dragon Shock"

Just a few steps away, Long Xiao was in the wild. On the sword of Ning Chen, the green dragon rushed out and rushed to the heart of the former.

"Uh"

Sword qi entered the body, blood splattered, the ink master stepped back, and the empty door opened wide.

"One sword, invisible"

Opportunity appears, Ning Chen moves, accepts the majesty of Kyushu, turns the sword hero of the Eight Wastelands, a deadly sword, penetrates through the body.

With a mumble, blood spewed, so dazzling, Xiao Xiong's end, Huang Quan closed his soul.

The blood of the immortal sword running through the body continued to fall, ruining the heart, and the gods could not be saved.

The incredibly old eyes, looking at the sword edge that penetrated through the body, coughing up blood in the ink mouth, the black and white of the eyes gradually disappeared.

"I've done everything right, only you have been wrong"

Inspector Mo looked at the young man in red before him and said slowly, "Can you tell the teacher, what is your origin?"

"Under Huang Quan, go ask the King!"

Not allowing the situation to change, Ning Chen's sword blade turned around, instantly destroying the body of the former, the blood flowing like a spring, misting the sky and misting his eyes.

"Uh"

A painful humming sounded, and Mozhu's body could no longer be sustained, kneeling down on his knees, bathing in blood, and staining the ground underneath.

"Ha ha……"

The white robe was stained with blood, but the ink master suddenly burst into laughter, and the whole body of blood spewed out like rain.

Ning Chen frowned, Zhuxian crossed, and the sword cut off the head.

"Lao Jiu, have you seen the true truth of heaven and earth!"

With a loud bang, the palm body blocked the fairy sword, the flesh exploded in response to the sound, the blood bones scattered in the sky, and in the rain, a figure bathed in the divine light appeared. clothes.

A few tens of feet away, Ning Chen staggered his feet and looked at the person in front, his face shocked.

Reality!

Hades area ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ In the beginning, the ground was forbidden. In the deepest part, the world was cracked, and a tremendous figure came out, terrifying coercion, sweeping thousands of miles.

Different time and space, the real situation coexists, beyond the power of cognition, and the pressure of heterogeneity comes to the earth.

The king turned around and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Swordsman, Hades is not where you should come"

Walking out of the figure, looking at the king in front of the sword, he said lightly.

It is completely different from the former strongman, who is in heaven and earth, but seems to surpass the heaven and earth. The majestic pressure is looming, and the time and space of pressure are mourning.

"Finally, wait"

Looking at the person in front of him, there was a smile in the corner of the king's mouth, and the fairy sword whispered in his hand, showing his inner pleasure.

"This time, Mo wants to let this king down again!"