On this day, the wind and clouds surged, and the sound of thunder was like the heavens shattering. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The field of the Bazhou Dragon War was full of devastation, the sword scars crisscrossed like the scars of the earth, and the Dala Blood Feather looked at the demon sword and the dragon Yinhu in a daze.

These three people, one of these two parties must fall to be considered a decisive victory.

Pouring into the heavenly river, the sky is overwhelming, and it really deserves its name. The right arm holding the blood crow was in tatters, and the blood flowed freely. The old knife, who had regained his middle-aged appearance, looked indifferent, as if Mount Tai had collapsed and his face had not changed.

Chen Long Yinhu turned a deaf ear and just looked at the old knife.

Great goodness. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and their bodies suddenly burst out with pure white light, and they were broken by the sword thirteen Jianghu Meng's moves, and the two of them also lost the desire to extract the spiritual energy immortal yuan to repair the wounds.

A knife breaks the soul, and the soldier becomes a benevolent.

"It's a pity that in the world, there are two real weeping clouds missing. The old knife sighed and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

After today, the demons in the world are missing the dragon and tiger two swords, and the majestic sword energy and the arrogance of the heavens are gone.

The old knife is victorious, but it is not lightly injured.

"From the knife to the sacred, did you come early?" Squinting at the sky, Luo Qingling muttered to himself, his weakly drooping arm not only did not relax, but squeezed out the last strength to hold the knife tightly.

The clouds converged without warning, and the nine heavenly thunders fell on Luo Qingling's head.

The huge force of the ascension suddenly appeared, and no one expected it.

"That's it, these cubs are blessed, and I don't have to worry about it. Looking back at Ao Buregret, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile, he raised his knife and volleyed into the air, swinging the knife to cut off the thunder.

Today, the gate of heaven opened for me, and I was pleasantly surprised.

After all, the old swordsman had lived for hundreds of years, and he didn't feel too much surprise about the ascension that cultivators had dreamed of in the past 10,000 years, after all, the thunder robbery was not a joke. There was another person after the thunderstorm, staring coldly at the demon knife on the ground.

"The envoy of the Heavenly Sect of the Human Emperor Realm is here to bring the person who returns to the dust knife into my Heavenly Sect. The young man's eyes were full of endless qi circling, and the demon knife could naturally see that it was the embodiment of the restrained qi to the extreme.

This messenger came, on the one hand, to see the root bone qualifications of this mortal who was sanctified by the sword, and on the other hand, he was also afraid of being robbed by others. You must know that the sword has never been recognized by righteous people as a martial art of enlightenment, but those who enter the sanctification by the sword are extraordinary, and they are not the same as those other martial arts powerhouses in the same realm.

As the second largest sect in the human emperor realm, the sword is the foundation of the founding sect, enshrined the tablet of the Heavenly Dao Dao Gang, and the tablet of the Heavenly Dao Dao Gang will be sensed by the tablet of the Heavenly Dao Dao Gang when the Sword Saint is born, pointing out the direction and guiding the people of the Heavenly Sect to go forward.

It seems that I have been disgusted for half my life, and there are still people who care. The old knife laughed heartily, flew through the air step by step, stepped on the sky step by step, and the blood crow flew around Luo Qingling, smashing all the heavenly thunder that fell.

Everyone watched him leave step by step, straight through the eye of the thunder, and ascended to the sky.

"Human Emperor Realm ......" Dala Blood Feather watched the demon knife leave, and they all smiled slightly.

This old thing is running fast, and before I can help it, he took refuge from the disaster. Ao Buregret laughed.

Anyway, you have to soar, it's just a matter of time, avoid the troubled times in Kyushu, and I won't let you go when you reach the heavenly realm!

Jiaomu Jiao put it into the scabbard, waved his hand and hummed a little song without regret: "Brothers, walk." It is said that the Demon Sect Demon Ripple has also lived for thousands of years, and his age is about the same as mine. ”

The men laughed wildly, they were not afraid of anything, how could they have respect for Molian, a guy they had never met? In Daddy's words, walking on the road to see who was blocking the road was not pleasing to the eye, and they went to cut them down one by one!

Riding an old horse backwards into the Bazhou King City, the demonic aura in the distance was monstrous, and countless fierce spirits roared fiercely in the black mist.

"This king has come here to travel, and I want to borrow the tens of thousands of heads of your Demon Sect to sacrifice the blood of my Blood Frontier King City Dragon's Blood!" The king didn't know when he changed into a luxurious and extraordinary Nine Dragons black robe, let his long hair shawl, and sat on the old horse with a smile and spoke.

The people in the entire Bazhou King City heard this calm but extremely arrogant speech.

Mo Lian sat on the palace of the Bazhou King and drank to himself, his eyes lowered.

Chenlong Yinhu is dead. He said calmly, the demon sword with the Shadow Seven Killing Technique is soaring in my Demon Sect during the day, which is really a slap in the face.

But you tell me, what is this Blood Frontier King Ao who does not regret it!

Demon Ripple smiled gloomily, no one knew that he had nowhere to vent his anger. The Demon Sect has been famous for thousands of years, and it is a great shame to be trampled into the quagmire by this father and son!

"Sect Master, I, the Evil Bone Mountain, am willing to be the vanguard and behead the head of the Nadala Blood Feather Neck!" an old man turned out from the diagonal bottom, and there was endless arrogance between his eyebrows. Seven people also dared to shout in the hinterland of the Demon Sect, and they really didn't know how to write dead words.

Go ahead. Open the city gate and let them in, wanting to borrow the blood sacrifice of my Demon Sect's head and make him kneel in front of me.

The old man smiled sadly, and immediately rushed out of the main hall with a loud roar, and tens of thousands of evil bone mountains rose to the sky, and rushed straight to the Dala blood feathers of the thin horse.

"Brothers, accompany the old man to break through this demon sect and fulfill my father's wish. Ao Bu regretted turning over and dismounting, and those big men laughed wildly and stood side by side with him. Go to the damn Blood Frontier King, go to the damn Demon Sect, there are only seven brothers here, and only seven of them have killed the evil star blood feathers of the dark world of Kyushu!

What's so difficult about that, the old immortal Demon Sect Master, you deal with it, we can naturally cut as much as we can. Ye Zhiqiu pursed his lips and smiled, his eyebrows were filled with a cold and murderous aura.

Borrowing the head of the Demon Sect to practice the knife does not hurt the heavens. Wind Raven smiled, drawing a knife in his hand.

"Kill. "The king opened his mouth and spat out a word, and his sword aura was like a dragon, and he crashed into the monks of the Evil Bone Mountain who came to kill!

"Hugou, how long do you think it will take them to kill the Evil Bone Mountain?"

The dog said expressionlessly, half a pillar of incense.

More than 20,000 monks are not as hard as the rocks in the dog's mouth. Half a column of incense time. Great irony.

Seven blood-colored roads spread out hundreds of miles behind them, like crows churning, and seven people entered the city at the same time.

"Demon Dao, it's not as good as Jiulongwei. Stepping on the head of the old man who was talking wildly at the entrance of the Bazhou King Palace in front of the half pillar of incense, Ao Buregret sighed with some disappointment. Are these guys just trying to drain their stamina?

There was a dead silence in the Bazhou King City, and there were Demon Sect cultivators sitting cross-legged and cultivating with their eyes closed, they didn't make a move against these people, on the one hand, they were not the opponents of these seven people, and on the other hand, they didn't receive orders.

"King of the Blood Frontier, if you want to vent your anger, come to me. A proud voice resounded through the sky, and the monks with their eyes closed like statues burst into flames, and opened their claws to grab the seven people on the head!

The seven men did not speak, drew their swords and walked forward to see the blood.

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