The city of Monkey King

Yunsu and Gui are the emperors of Zhongyun. Even though they are only an incarnation, the powerful quasi-sacred powers scattered over the entire Jiancheng City.

As time went on, many ordinary monks, under the pressure of this quasi-holy level, could not help but breathe and became rushed.

The eight guards of the South Chuna, at this moment are also frowning, secretly biting their teeth.

The sword of Fang Caiyun is already very obvious. If it is blocked again... only, die!

‘How can you not leave your hand! ’

‘...’

This is the only thought of eight people, including Zhao Yan and Xiang Qingshan. At the moment, they all know that... With the strength of their eight people, it is impossible to stop the Emperor of Zhongyun.

Even if it is just an incarnation, it is not something they can resist.

The reason why they appeared, apart from their status as Nan Chu Huguozhu, was subconsciously thought that their emperor will stand up and block the incarnation of the Emperor Zhongyun.

If not...

They appear at the moment, just for life.

"roll."

Yunsu Huaizhong holds his son who has lost his vitality. His face has a sorrowful color. The long cloud sword in his hand is pointing forward. On this long cloud sword, there is a white wind and white. Ray, the wind and thunder are intertwined and the sound is amazing.

This ingenuity Lingbao Chang Yunjian, actually has the power of the wind and thunder, and the power of this wind thunder is extremely special, even showing white.

Nanchu eight guards the national pillar, at this moment all are scalp numb, watching the long cloud sword in the hands of Yunsu, subconsciously want to go backwards, but...

A fierce bite, a hard life is one without a step back.

This country is the Chu State, this city is the sword of the capital of the country. The eight of them are the pillars of the Nanchu National Protection, which is to support the pillars of the South Chu State.

Nowadays, some people in the country regard the South Chu State as nothing. They even know that they are incomparable, even if they know that resistance is going on, waiting for them is a dead end, and they can’t retreat.

This... is only worthy of the word "National Pillar!"

"Please also ask the Emperor of the Clouds to wait for me to wait."

Zhao Yan condensed his voice. At this moment, the color of death was revealed in the eyes. The look that passed through the eyelids was calmed down. Since the heart had already decided... there was nothing to fear.

boom!

When the time is repaired as a storm, I will pick up the big Luo Jinxian top grade!

Boom!

In the body of Zhao Yan, the rest of the seven Nanchu guards the national pillar, at the moment, they also shed their own self-cultivation, Da Luo Jinxian!

"it is good!"

"well!"

Yunsu looked at the eight people in front of him, smiled and laughed at the sky, but this smile... it was cold and bloody.

A bloodthirsty killing shot from the eye.

"Today, you are using the blood of Seoul, for my children's blood sacrifice!"

He originally intended to give the Nanchu emperor a few thin faces. It seems that...it is not a face and he does not intend to stay.

In the hands of Chang Yunjian, there is a sound of screaming in the moment.

The color of heaven and earth changes with the sword. The white wind thunder is with the sound of whistling, and it falls from the heavens and the earth. It circulates above the sword. The mortals or monks in the whole city of Swords are in panic and panic. in.

A sword, attracting the sky, shocking the thunder!

Imitation... Once the sword is squatted, the entire Sword City will be turned into ashes.

Nanchu Palace, above the city wall.

"Father of the Emperor!"

Chu Tang is already a face-changing change. He also has Jinxian cultivation, and naturally he can clearly understand the power of Yunsu.

If it is a sword, and does not say that the whole swordsmanship is turned into ashes...

At least, half of it will be spent.

Not to mention that there are tens of millions of Nanchu people in this sword city. These people have no way to live under this sword. The Emperor Zhongyun’s move is obviously to use half of the life of the sword to be his three. The son is buried.

"To shut up!"

Chu Yan screamed and drunk his son. He was more anxious than Chu Tang, and he knew more clearly what damage this ‘Changyun and Sword’ would cause to the South Chu State.

A sword goes on...

The death and injury of a few million people is not the most important, but the South Chu Guowei, since then will no longer exist, his face of the South Chu emperor ... is even more lost.

But... time has not arrived, he can't shoot!

Half a quarter of an hour, leaving only a quarter of an hour, he can only hope for his eight guards, hoping to hold a quarter of an hour.

It was also at this time that the emperor of the Chu State was annoyed in his heart. He knew that... He should not send the strongest of the top ten national guards, and the one who had the right to repair the sacred goods. If it exists, it is Can be shot on his behalf.

Lingxiu Pavilion, the middle of the land.

boom.

"Damn!"

This is the voice of people falling, the corner of the stairs, Chu Wanqiu, a red wedding dress, half-down on the ground at this moment, the right ankle is more heavily stunned.

Through the wooden window of the stairway, Chu Wanqiu can see the sky outside, and see the violent white wind thunder, but also the heart is anxious.

A fierce pull of the three-foot skirt after the wedding dress, Zla... all to tear, tolerate the pain of the ankle, continue to run downstairs.

The memory of that person is more and more clear in my mind...

she was…

The previous world has already missed it once.

This life definitely does not want to miss the second time.

Before the Lingxiu Pavilion.

Those who originally looked at the excitement, this time are all white and white, feeling the devastating breath from the Yunyun sword in the hands of Yunsu, and the heart is not trembled.

They did not even think that it was not far away to participate in the dream of recruiting relatives and doing one step to the sky. I did not expect that the result was to come to the head.

"Chu!"

Eight guardian Guozhu, Zhao Yan was the first to drink, shouting the South Chu State, from its body with arrogant spiritual power rising from the sky, forming a huge barrier in front of the body.

"Chu!"

The other seven people behind him are also drinking. They are all exposed to death. Their cultivation is also integrated into this barrier. They want to block Yunsu.

The Emperor of the Clouds and Yunsu hold the long cloud sword, surrounded by white wind and thunder.

The eyes full of vengeful anger, through the eight guardian pillars, looked at the Qin Feng behind them, and the hatred and climbed to the extreme.

"All are dying!"

The voice of anger, shaking the world.

In the hands of Changyun Jiansha, kneel down!

whispering sound…!

A scream of the sound of the nine-sounding sword, stunned the void, skyrocketing, mixed with crazy wind and thunder.

The white sword light of the shackles shrouded half of the swords and the city, and the young talents who came from all over the autumn, this moment was the meaning of the gray.

In particular, the three emperors of the East and West, and the Northern Qin Dynasty, all of them were eating ‘Mita,’ and their faces were extremely ugly.

As a prince, they thought of dying here, and it was this kind of death that was devastated and destroyed. It was an unwilling and uncomfortable heart.

now…

Zhao Yan, the head of the eight guardian national poles, forcibly bite his teeth, even though they know that their resistance is useless... they still have to resist.

However, at this time, when the white sword light came out with the wind and thunder.

Zhao Yan Meng's glimpse, because his eyes... a figure reflected in the shackles, the chaos is flying behind, the clothes are broken, it is the singer who was squandered by the spirit show flower ball and killed the three princes of Zhongyun.

I heard a word between the vagueness. This sentence made Zhao Yan look even more, and did not respond.

"The power of singular wind and thunder, this sword is good."