Chapter 32: Let's Go Alone!

The Long family suddenly came to Falling Whale Island three years ago, a group of two father and daughter. However, as soon as he entered Whale Island, he occupied the position of the first family. It turned out that the first family of Whale Island, the Feng family, retreated without a fight and went away to the endless sea. No one knew where the two of them came from, only that the Feng family's master, Feng Wulie, the strong man in the late stage of the martial god, did not dare to fight with him.

"What do you mean, dragon madman, that this son knows you, or is it your illegitimate son?"

Although Zhang Sandao was a little scared, he was also a famous and strong man in the late stage of the Martial God, and the Zhang family also had a certain prestige in the Thirty-six Islands region.

Long Zhandian shook his head and nodded:

"I didn't know each other, but I met after a while!"

"You!"

Zhang Sandao wanted to vomit blood for a while when he heard this, he had never seen a really shameless person, and the key was that he couldn't beat the other party:

"Then you're going to stop me?"

Nanjing Mountain has a big secret in his hands, and Zhang Sandao is unwilling to let it go. And he thinks that even if Dragon Battle is the peak of the Martial God, he can go ten moves in his hands and be undefeated.

"That's good, I won't bully my juniors, Zhang Sandao, if you don't do it, I won't do it either. How?"

Long Zhan suddenly thought of something, looked at Huang Wushang with a smile and said to Zhang Sandao, whose face was blue and red.

Zhang Sandao, who couldn't figure out the details of the dragon battle, thought about it and then nodded:

"Brother Nan, what do you think?"

Then he glanced at Nanjingshan.

"The revenge of killing the son, I will do it myself!"

"Okay!

Hearing the sudden appearance of the dragon battle, the yellow-robed Taoist who gave him the most headache was stopped, and then his eyes froze, and he arrogantly carried the Tianlong Sword and looked at Nanjing Mountain.

"Nanjingshan's feud is settled, and I won't feel at ease if I don't kill him!"

Huang Wushang looked at Xiao Lanlan and Gai Zhonggai, who were in a hurry not far away, and had a measure in their hearts, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots!

Nanjing Shan stepped forward and was only fifty or sixty percent sure in his heart, and the previous desolate move made him feel oppressive in his heart. But then I thought of something, and I was much more relieved:

"The boy took his life. ”

One move of a hundred swords is extraordinary, and the strength of the martial god in the middle stage is twelve.

"Slash!"

Seeing this, the two-handed Heavenly Dragon Sword was raised above his head:

"Kill the heavens!

A gray hundred-zhang sword shadow greeted the flow of hundreds of swords.

"Bell!"

Everyone was distracted by the violent light and sound, and the warriors below the Martial King fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, bleeding from their ears.

"Scatter!"

Seeing this, Long Zhan waved his hand casually. A spiritual power dispelled the aftermath of the spiritual power of the two:

"Retreat a hundred feet!"

Martial God-level collision, although the target is not aimed at everyone, but a small fluctuation can kill a low-level martial artist.

The first move collided, and the two of them each took three steps back.

"Hmph, Kasako really has some means, but you can't think of the old man's means!"

Nanjing Mountain saw that the desolate supreme was so violent, and he was a little anxious in his heart. The physical strength of the young man in front of him was like a giant dragon, and his tiger mouth shook numbly.

"This old guy doesn't know what's going on?"

Huang Wusupreme's eyes were a little wrong when he saw Nanjingshan, as if he was waiting for something.

"Quick Fix!"

Huang Wusupreme generally felt the strength of Nanjingshan, but the martial god was in the middle stage, and his strength was on par with his own. However, the strength of his physical body far exceeds that of ordinary martial gods, and it is a chance to win.

"Eight Heavenly Dragons!

Coupled with the Heaven Slashing Technique, the three martial arts were running at the same time, and there was a dizziness in my mind. The Wild Supreme bit the tip of his tongue to sober up, and the Heaven Slashing Technique roared out, followed by the Sword of Judgment. The spiritual power on the body is raging, the flesh gurgles, and the golden threads under the flesh fix the flesh.

"It's good to hold on"

"Buzz"

Nan Jingtian saw that Huang Wushang slashed out again, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Looks like this kid has this only one trick. ”

"Do it, Brother Zhang!"

Nanjingshan Divine Sense and Zhang Sandao had been planning to deal a fatal blow to the desolate supreme.

"Blue Shadow Sword"

"Returning Knife"

The two shot at the same time, Nanjing Mountain is indeed worthy of being the owner of the island, and the Guiyuan knife is his private one-handed killing move. Ninety-nine into one, a hundred sword shadows are simplified into one sword! The power is fifty percent stronger than the hundred knife streams, and it is close to the late stage of the Martial God!

"Two shameless juniors!"

Long Zhan was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly made a move.

"Ahh

Suddenly, after Nan Jingshan slashed out the Guiyuan Knife, his eyes bulged violently, and his divine sense felt that he had been slammed by a giant hammer. In an instant, the Realm Divine Consciousness was almost shattered by the Sword of Judgment, and his eyes gradually lost their look.

"Poof"

Desolate Supreme was attacked by the martial arts of the late strength of the two Martial Gods, and instantly turned into a bloody man!

"Zhang Sandao, if something happens to this young man, your Zhang family will disappear in the Qianlong Continent!"

Long Zhan struck a blow that knocked Nanjingshan and Zhang Sandao, who didn't know life and death, a few feet away, and hurriedly dodged to catch the desolate supreme.

"Wild brother!"

Gai Zhongli also rushed up with Xiao Lanlan in his arms.

In fact, if Nanjing Mountain didn't communicate with Zhang Sandao's divine sense, it wouldn't be too miserable to face the soul duel. As a result, the moment the divine consciousness came out of the body, he was defeated by the sword of judgment, and he directly turned into an idiot! On the other side, Zhang Sandao's transformation realm divine consciousness was unhindered.

Zhang Sandao was almost hit by Long Zhan's move, and ran away without looking back.

"What the hell is this dragon madman, his strength is so powerful!"

Zhang Sandao roared in his heart as he ran, and he had planned to cooperate with Nanjing Mountain to kill the desolate supreme, and then retreat with the help of the signboard of Jiulong Mansion. As a result, two people died and one was disabled!

The owner of the 36 islands is the means of managing all parties under the Kowloon Mansion, and there is no one in the endless sea who does not give the Kowloon Mansion face. Legend has it that there are ten martial god peak powerhouses in the Nine Dragons Mansion, and there are even sleeping scattered immortals!

Long Zhan looked at the desolate Wushang with a low breath in his arms, and blamed himself for a while;

"I'm so brainless! I have to eat the big board of my ancestors when I go back this time......"

Three years ago, Long Zhan was ordered to go out of the realm and wait for someone, and the ancestral holy clan said:

"The disaster that destroys the sky, the man of destiny is that glimmer of opportunity! ”

Gai Zhonggai stepped forward and touched the neck of the desolate supreme, feeling a faint beat:

"It's okay, it's okay, it should be able to live. ”

Gai Zhonggai only remembered that last time this guy's breath was gone, and he buried him in less than a quarter of an hour before jumping out of the grave.

"What a good thing, this poor boy, the bones are almost broken, and his breath is getting lower and lower, and most of them are gone. ”

Long Zhan sighed with a bitter face as he felt the fading breath of the Desolate Supreme.

"Father, here is a Huitian pill"

Long Fei'er also came over at this time and took out a pill from her arms.

"This was given by the ancestors when they came out. ”

When Long Zhan heard this, he hurriedly took the pill and stuffed it into Huang Wushang's mouth. The one the size of a fist, even though he didn't burp the unconscious absurdity with thirty-seven twenty-one.

At this time, the Heaven Slashing Technique in the body of the Wild Warrior was changing and repairing the physical body, but the load of the divine consciousness was too large, and it would take time to recover, and it would even leave damage. Feeling the spiritual power of the Huitian Pill entering, the supreme body was like a hungry old man violently absorbing the medicinal properties, and then the breath gradually stabilized.

"Go back first"

Long Zhan teleported away with the three of them.