Marquis of Grand Xia

On the peak of the message, the extremely difficult battle ended to the end. The master died, the soul dissipated, and the blood was scattered all over the sky.

The vermilion sprinkled, the red residual peaks, and the devastated eyes, declared the tragic world war.

The phoenix, who took the last move, was hit hard, blood stained with dust.

The demon walked forward and gathered his palms and tried his best to heal his wounds.

Not far away, the color of hesitation flashed several times in the depths of the chaotic eyes, however, the intellect in the heart finally defeated the natural greed and did not dare to shoot.

Not long after, the demon body closed his eyes, looking at the chaos aside, the cold eyes killing machine made no secret, this kind of fierce beast, leaving it sooner or later will be a scourge.

"Keep it alive, it's still useful"

At this moment, Feng Shen opened his eyes and said.

"Why?" Mo Shen looked back, coldly.

"Yin'er Xiu is still shallow and needs people to protect. Although Ah Man's strength is not weak, he does not like killing after all, and he may suffer from it," Feng Shen calmly said.

The demon body was silent. After a while, he nodded.

"You look at it, I'll get something"

The Fengshen consciousness swept across the Moshan, and immediately walked towards the depths of the Yufeng Peak.

The collapsed Momen Peak was full of scars, and nowhere else was intact. Feng Shen waved his hand at the boulder in front of him and stepped into the secret place destroyed by the war.

In the secret area, a strain of great medicine has now been destroyed, and no one is intact. The phoenix walked past and did not stay for a moment.

Deep in the secret area, stone gates blocked, seven were destroyed, and the contents of them were destroyed by the aftermath of the war.

One of the remaining two seats is relatively intact, but the stone gate is also cracked everywhere, obviously reaching the endurance limit.

As for the last one, it was intact. After this terrible battle, it was still intact.

The Phoenix waved his hand, and the Green Tripod appeared, immediately hitting the stone gate.

At the next moment, on the peak of the message, the rumbling vibration sounded and continued for ten years before it stopped.

Inside the eighth stone gate, there are thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands.

When cultivation is completed, the spirit of heaven and earth is no longer sufficient to meet the needs of cultivation. Only enough fairy jade can be practiced faster.

The phoenix was condensed. After a while, the phoenix became manifest, the flame rose, and a strong suction came out, swallowing the fairy jade in the belly.

Taking away the fairy jade, Feng body walked towards the ninth stone gate, carrying Luding directly and smashing it up.

With a bang, the rock shook and shook. However, the solidity of the stone door was beyond imagination, and the trip was still intact.

Seeing no change in his eyes, Feng Shen carried Luding and smashed it over and over again.

Rumbling tremors, one after another, I do not know how long it lasted, the surrounding mountains and rocks continued to fall, dust scattered all over the sky.

In the distance, the demon looked at the direction of the vibration, and a pair of cold eyes did not fluctuate, waiting quietly.

Beside, the chaotic atmosphere did not dare to stand sideways, his head lowered and his eyes covered.

On the peak of the message, the night gradually passed, and a touch of fish belly appeared in the east. The dark morning light shone away the dark ice.

Deep in the secret area, the stone door was smashed for some time, and finally it was difficult to bear the burden. A crack appeared and burst into pieces.

In the eyes, a stone platform stands in the secret room. On the stone platform, a sheet of paper made of black **** gold sinks and floats, and the glow of light circulates. It looks extremely extraordinary.

Feng Shen stepped forward and looked at the words on the **** gold, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Yin Yang Xianshu!

Waving his hand to get the **** gold, Feng Shen finally glanced at the secret room, and immediately turned away.

Divine gold was taken away, the ray of light dissipated in the secret room, and the devastated Momen secret land was finally difficult to sustain, collapsed and collapsed, burying the glory for thousands of years.

On the peak of the message, Feng Shen came, looked at the demon body, calmly said, "Leave it"

"Yep"

Mo Shen nodded his head, chased the chaos not far away, and walked away.

...

At the end of the Battle of the Message Peak, the forbidden land at the beginning, the battle of Wang Jian and Shen Fa, and the most critical moment, the divine weapon is amazing, Wang Jian is even more extraordinary, and the battle of ancient swords is unsettled. .

The Venerable Emperor Ling stands in the real world, cultivated to be the ancient and the modern, the foundation of the peerless generation and the rare soldiers of the world, the moves are all destroyed, the laws of heaven and earth are unbearable, and they quickly collapse.

However, the sword of the king has no fear, the swords are wielding, fast as thunder, swift wind, invasion as fire, sinking like a mountain, the sword that surpasses the pinnacle of the human world, and fights the dignity of the palace.

The unparalleled battles, which cannot be allowed to stand side by side, are becoming more and more shocking, and attract the attention of countless powerful men.

Thousands of miles away, a powerful breath manifested, standing on the peak, flying the sword in the sky, and witnessing the battle of the world.

In front of the Nether Temple, the wind and sand are violently rolling, and the battle of the two strong teams is becoming more white-hot. The blood that is constantly splashing is a distinctive mark of the two people's ecstasy.

"Thorn"

There was a piercing tear in the clothes, and the shirt on the left shoulder of Mo Luotian was cracked. It was so slight that Jianguang passed by.

"Strong"

After a long battle, Mo Luotian's expression was condensed, the doomsday in his hand was stunned, Shen Shen Haoyuan rose sharply, suddenly, the sky sank, and the thunder fell.

Instantly passing by, the black thunder and light spread horizontally and the magnificent power spread, destroying all directions.

The king stared, and with a wave of his left hand, Sha Jian flew out, coiling around and blocking the thunder.

With a loud bang, Minglei broke the sand barrier, crossed the blade of light, a splash of blood, and mist and dust.

For the first time, the king stepped back, holding the sword's right hand, blood dripping little bit, staining the red sword front.

The green sword is difficult to grasp, and the battle situation suddenly turns down. When the sword loses the sword, how dare it be called the pinnacle.

"Brave swordsman, now, how much strength do you have?"

Mo Luotian looked at the blood continuously flowing from the former's right arm and said coldly.

The king was speechless, looking at the right arm, frowning slightly.

At this moment, thousands of miles away, the look of the powerful players in the battle also flashed a strange color. It seems that this battle is the victory of Mo Luotian.

"Unfortunate Swordsman"

A man in purple clothes sighed softly, showing regret in his face. For hundreds of years, the reason why the Nether Palace has been able to be shaken by nobody has been the biggest obstacle is the existence of Mo Luotian. , Undoubtedly gave them hope, but unexpectedly, they will eventually lose.

"Mo Luotian is still the strongest," a man wearing a crown said lightly.

"A hundred years ago, my son Xiaobai gave up the battle, and the myth of Mo Luotian's undefeated continuation will continue today. I am afraid that it will really be invincible in the world." Another great teacher of the real world said.

The rest of the people heard the words and fell silent, the son Xiaobai, and a few people remember the name.

When everyone was talking, before the Temple of Nether, the battle was reopened. The Lord of the Temple of Nether, who swept over him, scored more points in the hands of the Ming Feng. The brutal victory over life and death is the same for all ages.

With a loud bang, the red sword shook the gods, and the king's left arm was overflowing with blood, staining the red Tsing Yi.

"Is this the truth?"

Prince Yan whispered a word, a flash of emotion in his eyes, the long-lost smell of injury, miss it.

In a word, the void suddenly stagnate, the wind and the cloud changed, countless thunderlights fell from the sky, Xuan Cang feared, and the world was shaken sharply.

Mo Luotian saw this, his body retreated, his face shocked.

But at this moment, a powerful force of the original body of the king broke apart, the sword breathed into the sky, and the black and dark magic weapon Weihe came into the world.

The sword was swept, and the earth-shattered shock was reappeared. The sword of the seal, which was reborn, reappeared. When the sword came out, the community of the king was quickly returned.

"Sorry for the waitting"

Qinghong returns to the sheath, the king holds the sword, and his figure disappears instantly.

Mo Luotian's eyes shrank, and he waved his sword to resist. The moment when the two soldiers handed over, he felt a breath of stagnation. The aura of Doom God was swallowed by the sword front, and his breath quickly weakened.

Unforeseen changes, the blade of the sword crossed his arms, and a waterfall of blood flowers bloomed, staining the world.

With a grunt, Mo Luotian withdrew a few steps, looked at the left arm of the hand holding the knife, and looked down.

"Are you underestimating Mo Luotian!"

The Venerable Nether Temple said coldly, that there was a sword, and he could clearly cut his right arm. The person in front of him, but temporarily changed the direction of the sword.

"Lost that **** soldier, this battle is too boring, come again"

Prince Yan said lightly, stepped on his feet, and stepped up again, Ning Yuan was shining and banned in all directions.

In the reopened battle situation, the superiority of the Ming Dynasty Peerless Soldier no longer exists.

Suddenly shocked, Ning Yuan Shen faintly collided with the moment, the wind and sand turned the sword, breaking through the qi, and brought out a dazzling blood.

Wang Jian, who is the king of full power, is in the hand, like a wind and thunder, and the light of the sword passes by, and the world around is vanished.

The sword that didn't stop for a moment was shockingly fast. At the same time as the sword dance, the wind and sand were flying all over the sky, distorted, scattered, and unpredictable.

The strongest king, the strongest pair of swords, shot for the first time with full force, and the powerful is shocking.

Mo Luotian tried his best to block the move, however, the advantage had been lost and the battle situation was in full decline.

Unwilling to accept the situation, Mo Luotian stubbornly took a sword, Huiyuan satisfied his energy, and Ming Feng cut the sky.

The light penetrating into the sky, breaking the sky and the darkness, was shocking.

"slow"

Daoguang fell for a moment, Ning Yuan first came, the blood of the hand holding the knife swelled, Jiangshan changed hands, and the battle ended.

The impending fall of the Ming Feng is the horror of Xiao Xiong's end, the undefeated myth, which ends today.

"Pity"

Ningyuan Guishe ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The king waved his hands to the sky and sighed, and turned away.

Mo Luotian's expression was stunned, it was difficult to recover, and he didn't understand where he lost.

In the distance, all the giants who watched the battle were also shocked. The unexpected ending was so ironic at the moment when the **** fell.

If it is defeated, it will be defeated like this. The myth of the undefeated Ling Xing Realm, across the high mountains where all the strongmen came, is defeated by a swordsman who does not even know his identity.

"Within ten years, Mo Yao wants Ben Wang to hear any news about the Nether Palace again"

Before the Temple of Darkness, the King of Tsing Yi carried his sword frame and warned lightly, and immediately walked away.

The darkness of the cold night is always hard to see the dawn of the dawn. The blue light of the king's body flashed away, and half of the power was sealed in the sword again.

The swordsman talked about the sword, however, the taste of winning the sword, I do not know when to start, has been so bitter.