Marquis of Grand Xia

The battle in Foshan, a variable lifelong, Yan Luoxian, the four palaces are the same, the evil face, and shocked everyone present.

The three magic palace guardians looked down, and looked at each other. The moon weaver girl stepped on the lotus step, and her figure flew away, and she tried to move.

The landscape of mountains and inks is open, and the sword of moving mountains and seas has never been seen before.

Artifacts shake mountains and waters, intangible things, water moons are irreversible, upside-down water moons are no longer magical, trapped mountains and rivers are hard to come by.

"Ok"

The Moon Weaver girl frowned slightly, looking at the changing scenery of the surrounding landscape, flashing a cold color.

"Ultra Dao, Rebellion"

The artifact waved, the world turned upside down, the sword light broke through the sky, trying to break the landscape sword landscape with strength.

"Are you really just the third guardian of the Demon Palace?"

In the emotional voice, a shadow of Mo Bai Dalu appeared from the mountains and rivers, manipulating the sword realm to disperse the sharp edge of the artifact, the snow sword cut off, and the ink became the front.

The **** machine waved back, and with a sudden, the ink and wash dissipated. In the mountains and rivers, the figure of Mobai Dalu disappeared again, but the sword and ink were like rain, and they swept forward.

"Tough sword!"

The moon-weaving girl waved her sword and shattered the sword and ink, releasing her consciousness and looking for the body of the sword.

When the battle situation started, not far away, Xuan Yi white-haired Yan Luo singled out the second guardian of the magic palace, and the battle situation was triggered.

One hundred years have passed, and the people who have been to the past in the past years of cultivation practice are not what they used to be. The ancient battlefield and his party have their own gains.

"magic?"

Looking at the figure blocking the road in front of him, Bai Wangran narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "The same demon body, even helping the Buddha, you, no sins!"

"Huangquan Hell, Yan Luo is waiting for you to hit the road!"

The figure of Xuanyi's white hair said indifferently, and the sword edge turned in his hand, and the devil's energy burst into the sky.

After a sudden handover, the two demons fought, and the powerful waves continued to surge, shaking everyone.

The battle between the two sides was open, not far away, Lou Wangu looked at the still woman in the evil state, and said, "Why, should you stop me?"

Under the mask of Yan Luo, the woman smiled indifferently and said, "The guardian cares so much. The frontal engagement is not my strength, your opponent is not me."

"Amitabha"

With the sound of the Buddha, the Lord Buddha, who was dyed red, walked towards the woman in front of him, and said, "Thank you for your help."

"No, the trust of the loyal person, Lord Buddha, is this feasible for you?" Said the woman calmly.

The Lord Buddha nodded and said, "Although the old monk was injured, it was enough to deal with this person."

"It's a big word! It turns out that the buddhist bald **** likes talking so much!"

Lou Wangu sneered coldly, Zhenyuan secretly mentioned, and poured into the halberd continuously.

Under the mask of Yan Luo, the woman ignored the guardian of the magic palace on the side, glanced at the battle on the other side, and nodded, "Then I will not delay the Buddha's demon!"

After talking, the woman flashed over and flew towards the other side of the battle.

In the landscape, the battle is fierce, and in the realm, the two swords are confronting each other, the sword light is erratic, and the light is uncertain.

When the woman came, she raised her hand and condensed her element, and she opened her invisible air.

"Runner, it is not me who should help, but the king of equality."

In the mountains and rivers, the figure of Mo Bai Dalu appeared, looking at the woman not far away, and said.

"No, he alone is enough!"

The woman responded softly.

"Runner, King of Equality?"

The moon-weaving girl flashed coldly in her eyes, looked at the man in front, and said coldly, "What about you? Which one of the ten Yanlues?"

"Why? Oh, you can guess the law yourself!"

Mo Bai Daclo's man responded, passing by, and Xue Jian opened Huang Quan.

Suddenly, the two swords were handed over again, and the ink-colored sword gas disappeared. The sky and earth, the mountains and rivers vibrated, splashed ink into swords, criss-crossed, and fell quickly.

"No matter who you are, today, you will be buried here!

Moon Weaver responded coldly, and pointed to the sword. In an instant, the water moonlight turned upside down into the air, the sword awn spread, and a round of Shenyue manifested in the sword realm.

"The runner, since it's here, can you help me now?" The man's voice came out in the mountains and rivers.

"Right on my mind"

The woman responded lightly, raised her slender hands, and the second round of the moon in the sky became visible.

"Thank you!"

The man responded lightly, passing by, walking on ink.

"Ok?"

Moon-weaver Ningyuan returned to the sword, but felt her body stagnate and her moves were blocked.

With a loud bang, Jian Mo fell, rumbled vibrations resounded through the sword realm, sand romance day.

On the other side, Bai Wangran swept across the distant battle, and his appearance changed slightly.

"Think of it, defeat me first!"

Xuanyi's white-haired king passed by, and the sword retreated from the former, coldly.

The evil spirits cover up, the king is ruthless, the king of equality, one of the top ten Yanlu of the earth, is kind by nature, helplessly kills, saves people to die, and suffers from the slaughter.

"You are looking for death!"

Bai Wangran's expression was gloomy. With a wave of his hand, nine wind beads coiled into the air. In a blink of an eye, the wind and thunder were masterpieces, and Kuang Lan roared.

At the next moment, a black storm descended on the world, destroying the mountains and pulling stones, ruining everything within a hundred miles.

"Help"

Below, a bit of little Sha Mi expressed fear and panicked.

In the void, seeing the Lord Buddha who is fighting with the Fourth Guardian of the Demon Palace, he uttered the Buddha's number and turned his palm to condense the element. The Dharma protects all beings.

The golden light came into the world, crisscrossing and opening, turning into a sky net blocking Foshan, resisting the black storm falling from the sky.

In the battle situation not far away, the eyes of the king of the Xuanyi revealed the murderous opportunity. The sword in the hand was turbulent, and the blade changed. The madness of the end reappeared. The six-foot long sword was shocking.

The magic sword fell, and the void cracked. The black sword awn cut through the sky and landed on the storm. With a terrifying shock, the storm collapsed, and the magic energy disappeared.

In the roaring winds and waves, the two stood facing each other.

At the beginning of the three-party battle, in the distant peak, the red-blooded Yan Luo alone approached the Sacred Division of the Demon Palace, and the **** sword in his hand swallowed the starburst, which was shocking.

"Holy Division, please retreat!"

Opening again, calm as before, the figure in red walked ten feet before the former, and stopped.

"Should I say no?" Xie Tiance said lightly.

"That offended you!"

As the words fell, the starlight from the sky reflected the sword, and the red clothes flickered, the sword opened to life and death, and the king decided to die.

Xie Tiance and fingered the sword ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Popped out with one finger, and with a loud bang, the sword edge opened.

"Soul Eater"

The battles were separated, Xie Tiance turned over, the gloom spread, and the tough moves returned, trying to probe the depth of the people.

The red figure stepped on his footsteps, walking like a fantasy, striking in the wind, avoiding the heavy light again and again. After a while, the sword edge passed through and the cold light killed.

"Thorn"

The sound of the tears of the clothes and silks sounded. On Jie Tiance's arm, Jin Qiu cracked, and the sword light passed by.

Xie Tiance looked back, looked at the figure behind him, and did not shoot again. He calmly said, "I'm curious, the land has been destroyed for many years, who are you?"

The red figure waved his sword and said lightly, "The land has never been destroyed, just come out today!"

"It turns out so"

Xie Tiance nodded without asking much, and looked at the distant battle, calmly speaking, "The whole army retreated!"