"Wow!"

"Wow!"

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Ten more arrows were fired, and the crown on Xuanyuan Qingling's head became more and more condensed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You can advance from the Martial Sect to the throne at any time.

The audience was even excited to see this.

Being able to witness the promotion to the throne with your own eyes is not just a lively experience, but also a comprehension of some artistic conceptions.

Some martial artists, because of that artistic conception all their lives, are stuck in the bottleneck, unable to advance, and even die of old age, so they can only end up with hatred.

Therefore, witnessing the promotion to the throne is something that every warrior dreams of.

Even a martial artist like Bai Shibin hopes to use this opportunity not to get some inspiration, let alone other martial artists.

Under normal circumstances, when a martial artist is promoted to the throne, he is prepared in advance, protected by a senior master, for fear of being disturbed by the outside world and ending up with a ruined end, like Xuanyuan Qingling, which is actually rare.

Three arrows were shot again, and sure enough, Xuanyuan Qingling had a crown on his head, and with the last three golden rays of light entering, it was no longer shaking, and the next moment, suddenly the golden light was released, and ten thousand golden lights came out from the crown above his head, stabbing everyone couldn't help but cover it with their arms.

That's when it happened.

Xuanyuan Qingling suddenly let out a miserable scream, and at the same time, the golden light suddenly disappeared, and the crown on her head was directly shattered like a mirror.

"Not good!"

Xuanyuan Rihui on the second floor exclaimed.

With a palm, he shattered the seat under him, and with this force, he jumped out of the attic.

Out of thin air, he slapped on the barrier set up by the eight people.

Only a click was heard.

I saw that the enchantment set up by the eight people actually cracked under the blow of Xuanyuan Rihui.

The eight people who set up the enchantment, under this blow, vomited a mouthful of blood at the same time, and fell to the ground injured.

But the eight of them were not idle, they endured the injuries on their bodies, and at the same time exerted their strength to repair the cracked enchantment in an instant.

Xuanyuan Qingling spat out a mouthful of blood at this time.

The bow and crossbow in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

She clenched her heart with both hands, as if she was entangled in something, her face turned pale, she screamed in pain, and rolled back and forth on the ground.

"Jiu'er!"

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Rihui was even more anxious.

"You eight things who don't know whether to live or die, get out of the way of Lao Tzu, if Jiu'er has three long and two short, Lao Tzu will definitely kill your dog."

Saying that, Xuanyuan Rihui slapped it out again.

Look at that posture, this palm has to shatter the barrier.

That's when it happened.

Bai Shibin, who had been watching the situation, flashed and came to the top of the enchantment.

It was also slapped with one palm, not to hit the enchantment, but to meet the Xuanyuan Sun.

"Boom!"

The two palms intersected, and the strong energy made some of the close audience almost fall.

"What does that mean?"

Xuanyuan Rihui was stopped by Bai Shibin and scolded.

"Neither side conceded defeat and the game was not lost, and the game continued!"

Bai Shibin said expressionlessly.

"Fuck you! My family's nine children are in danger, what the hell are you talking about? ”

Xuanyuan Rihui's face turned red, "Let Lao Tzu pass!" ”

Bai Shibin shouted: "If you insist on hindering the game!" Don't blame me for not remembering the old love. ”

"I think you're looking for death!"

Xuanyuan Rihui finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a loud cry, and a golden-blue crown hung above his head out of thin air.

At the same time, a pair of golden-blue armor spawned on it.

And on the blue crown above Xuanyuan Sunhui's head, there is a bow and crossbow that catches people's attention.

"Emperor Wu!"

The crowd exclaimed.

The voices of the crowd did not fall.

Bai Shibin also shouted angrily.

The whole body is white and generous, and a white crown hangs high above his head.

At the same time, a pair of white armor enveloped the whole body.

Above its crown, a gold-rimmed lotus flower sits in the center of the crown.

"Two Martial Emperors!"

The audience was not excited at this time, but frightened, because if the two Martial Emperors fought here, they might accidentally injure everyone.

"Drink!"

At this moment, everyone heard a loud shout from the ring.

Turning his head to look, he saw that Xuanyuan Qingling, who was lying on the ground, had been held in his arms by a person.

The man was dressed in white and robes, and only his hair and eyebrows were black.

It was Xuanyuan Qingling's opponent who was cold and cold.

At this time, the cold night cold embraced Xuanyuan Qingling, a big blue crown above his head hung out of thin air, in the center of the crown, a phantom loomed, although it has not yet been formed, but it can also see the general outline, like a pagoda.

"Extreme Throne!"

Xuanyuan Rihui and Bai Shibin exclaimed at the same time.

At almost the same moment, both ended at the same time.

The throne and the emperor's armor all disappeared, and even the coercion that was originally released was all withdrawn, for fear of affecting the cold night in the ring.

Look at the cold night again.

Leng Yehan hugged Xuanyuan Qingling at this time, dragged Xuanyuan Qingling's back with one hand, and pinched his left vein with the other.

After a few breaths, Leng Yehan frowned, helped Xuanyuan Qingling up, and slapped Xuanyuan Qingling's back with both hands.

Everyone saw that the blue light of the crown above Leng Yehan's head flickered, and at the same time, a spiritual power visible to the naked eye was sent into Xuanyuan Qingling's body through his palms.

Seeing this situation, everyone didn't dare to pant loudly, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Leng Yehan was healing Xuanyuan Qingling.

The expressions of the players in the preparation area were strange, and Du Xiaolou, the poisonous boy who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, also opened his eyes.

"Ultimate Throne! It turned out to be the ultimate throne! ”

Mo Hong, who had just recovered his strength, couldn't help but say.

'Extreme Throne' is another name for the peak of the throne, each level of the martial artist has ten levels, the highest is ten levels, and only when the martial king breaks through to become a martial artist, it is the most special, because when the martial king cultivates to the peak, there will be a chance to comprehend the way of heaven, if you grasp the opportunity, you can cultivate to a closer step, and become a martial artist between the tenth-level martial king and the martial king, at that time, the martial king is not only limited to the ability of the martial king, but also has some characteristics of the martial king, this stage, is called ' Extreme Throne', if you can't comprehend the way of heaven, you will retain the cultivation of the tenth-level martial king, although it will not have an impact, but it will lose a great opportunity, although it seems that the difference is not big, but in fact, it will have an inextricable impact on future cultivation.

Therefore, there is a saying circulating on the side of the Eastern Continent, "Any 'Extreme Throne' will definitely be able to dominate one side." ”

Leng Yehan didn't care about other people's opinions at this time, and he was extremely remorseful at this time.

Just now he noticed that Xuanyuan Qingling had the opportunity to 'grow', and he liked Xuanyuan Qingling's character, so he simply helped her and guided Xuanyuan Qingling to consolidate his cultivation.

But that Xuanyuan Qingling has a very high level of understanding, and he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and he wants to cultivate into a martial king.

Just as everything was about to take shape, Xuanyuan Qingling suddenly let out a strange scream, and then fell to the ground.

If you want to become a martial king, it is very important to cultivate the crown, and at this time, Xuanyuan Qingling is in trouble at a critical moment.

The cold night is also frightened.

He hurriedly checked Xuanyuan Qingling's injuries and found that her pulse was messy, and he couldn't find where his pulse was.

The cold night is not good, this is a sign of going mad.

So he used spiritual power to guide, wanting to open up Xuanyuan Qingling's veins again.

In fact, Leng Yehan didn't know that Xuanyuan Qingling was not a messy pulse caused by going mad.

In fact, just like Xuanyuan Qingshui, he had that kind of strange disease, just now, Xuanyuan Qingling suddenly fell ill, which caused Xuanyuan Qingling's consciousness to be unstable, and finally went crazy.

Xuanyuan Rihui is so nervous for this reason.

Seeing the current situation, Xuanyuan Rihui was also remorseful, and couldn't help but scold the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, and he didn't know which bastard was so ruthless and attacked his daughters.

He has also visited famous doctors in various places, but he has no way to start.

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