Peerless Divine Emperor

Six hundred and sixty-nine chapters of strong shots

Skip and ridicule, endless contempt.

Jing Yunhao used it to the fullest.

The two elders time is even more unbearable.

"Kid, you are dead."

That night Qin was obviously a tempered person. Where did you get the sneer of Jing Yunzhen?

"Night Qin, take a shot together."

Na Yuanheng could not help but feel angry in his heart.

The night Qin nodded and the two no longer had any stops.

“A look at the sky.”

The night Qin took out a big knife, the big knife with a fierce wind, violently falling from the sky.

“Overwhelming is the cloud.”

Yuan Heng did not show weakness, and a palm shot, like a cloud-like offensive appeared on the sky of Jingyun's side, the momentum was mighty.

Many savage disciples saw this shot, and their hearts were both envious and awkward.

At the same time, it is even more certain that Jing Yunzhen is dead.

Jing Yun looked at this scene calmly, and there was a mysterious sword in his hand.

"Four gods swords: Qinglong swords."

"The Four Gods Swords: White Tiger Swords."

"Four gods swords: Xuanwu swords."

In an instant, three swords flashed in a flash, and above the gray sky, three huge ghosts condensed, and finally became the figure of Qinglong, Baihu and Xuanwu. The three figures were all inconsistent. With a bang, the voice is loud and full of domineering.

Everyone was a glimpse, and then they saw Jingyun’s three swords and the attack of Yuan Heng and the night Qin.

After the collision, the sky fell apart.

The earth trembled fiercely, and the hurricane like a tsunami spread continuously.

The entire land was instantly immersed in the sky.

But in this sky, the two figures flew out of the air.

Everyone's eyes suddenly condensed.

The heart immediately became a panic.

Because these two people who come out are not others, it is the Yuanheng and the night Qin of the haze.

Although Yuanheng is also a warrior in the territory, but in terms of mental strength, above the flesh, and mastered martial arts, Jing Yunyi is undoubtedly slightly stronger than Yuanheng. As for the night Qin of the Xuanwujing, the Jingyun Temple is even more ignorant.

It’s no exaggeration to deal with these two people.

Yuan Heng and the night Qin body tumbling blood, a few mouthful of blood from their mouths constantly spit out, the face can not help but become pale.

At this moment, they have a bit of fear in their hearts. The masters have a trick, and they know if they have a shot. Just after they have played against Jing Yun, they already know the power of Jing Yunyi.

These are powerful, naturally not what they can contend with.

"Two old things, how? Now I know how much garbage I have? I am very curious. You have cultivated a lot of age, but only have such a little strength. In these years, your cultivation has been cultivated on the dog. Yet?"

Jingyun and Yinyin looked at Yuanheng and the night Qin, and smiled faintly. The words were not very good.

This undoubtedly made the unwilling Yuanheng and the night Qin even more angry.

"Haze."

The two men summoned their own haze together.

In time, two breathable hazes are reflected in everyone's eyes.

Seeing the two hazes, all the disciples of the Yinmen Gate met, and they were very envious.

"A good and powerful haze, if I can have such a strong haze, I will die in my life without regrets."

"Especially the elders of Yuanheng's elders are even more powerful than himself. This kind of yin is bright, and the kid can't escape the fate of being killed."

"Oh, our haze has always been known as the haze. Although the elders on the fists have lost, but as long as they take out the haze, the initiative will immediately return to our hands."

The disciples of the Yinmen Gate are all self-confident.

The fascinating cloud is still a look of disdain.

"Haha, I said that you two old things, you can't do it yourself, just take out these two dead bodies to block yourself? You really don't care? You have two garbage hazes, and you don't want to deal with me? You can It’s really idiotic to say a dream. Since you two are stubborn, then Ben will shine with you today, let you take a look, how much garbage you have."

Taunt, contemptuous.

After Yuan Heng and the night Qin sacrificed the haze, Jing Yunyi still did not have any fear of color.

This makes Yuanheng and the night Qin even more uncomfortable.

He has never met, a battle can make them feel so unhappy, so wrong.

They can't wait to put Jingyun on the horse and unload eight pieces.

The eyes are squirting, and my heart is full of anger.

"Give me the kill."

Both of them couldn't help but give orders to the haze.

The commander suddenly had a breath of breath, and the palms of the two haze were condensed in the palm of the hand, and a huge fist shadow was condensed in the air. Under the shadow of the fist, the wind was so stormy that the storm swept around, followed by two haze. It was all violently jumped, and the violent punch fiercely slammed toward Jingyun.

"Beyond the fist, let you know who's fist is harder."

Jing Yun’s eyes are cold and he does not intend to show his own haze.

Now that he has stepped into the ground, he is just trying to test his strength after the martial arts.

Like a tiger, the eyes are like an eagle.

Jing Yunyi not only did not hide, but plundered and confronted two horrible haze.

"fool."

"madman."

"moron."

All the disciples of the Yinmen Gate are so exclaimed.

But then, the ideas of these people are gone.

Instead, it is full of surprises.

Because they saw, Jing Yunqi and two yin and squid fight, you punch, I punch, punch and punch full of strength, and finally the two haze are getting more and more.

It’s just that everyone is not worried about it.

What is the most fearless haze? Is it pain?

Jing Yunyi fights with the flesh, even if he has the upper hand? It’s not that you can’t help the haze, and as time goes on, the haze will be fine, but the breath of Jing Yun’s body will slowly wear out and even run out.

At that time, Jing Yun’s thoughts are hard to die.

"Oh, it really is different when it comes to the ground."

Jing Yun licked his mouth and his eyes showed a hint of fineness.

He looked at the rest of the Yinmen Gate as a happy look, and naturally probably knew what these people were thinking.

Jing Yun’s heart sinks: “Want to see my jokes? Dreaming. Your sparring mission should end here.”

Jing Yun sighed and sighed, then turned into a streamer, suddenly appeared in a haze, the yin wanted to shoot, but was taken a step by Jing Yunyan, only to see Jingyun 霄 twist his neck, that haze The head of the head was twisted down. Then, its arm, its legs, and his body were all twisted and smashed by Jing Yun, but between them, a strong haze was actually in the strong position of Jing Yun. Under the shot, turned into a little bit of slag.