The Dream Fate Holy Lord's very casual attack was naturally not as good as the powerful divine power shock wave of the Great Saint King, and he immediately transformed his divine power to protect himself and retreated. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fifty million divine powers, no dreams.

As soon as he retreated and advanced, he instantly appeared in front of the Great Sage King and slapped it out with a palm.

However, after patting the Great Sage Queen, the Holy Lord of Dream Yuan frowned: It is strange.

The Great Sage King half-squatted on the ground with one hand, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his expression was as usual, not as if he was seriously injured.

Seeing the Great Sage King's expression, even the Heavenly Martial Saint Lord and the Longhao Holy Lord were puzzled.

Ying Chengtian said beside the hermit: "Really leave it to them? ”

"The affairs of the temple will be solved by the temple itself, and the remaining dragon horn, when you think of something that you need me to do, call me through the dragon horn." The Holy Lord of Longhao said to Chengtian.

Ying Chengtian waved his hand: "Go all the way." ”

The Holy Lord of Longhao stumbled and almost didn't fall, turned his head and glared at Ying Chengtian fiercely, and said, "Crow's mouth." ”

When he turned back again, he found that the Heavenly Martial Holy Lord didn't know when he was standing in front of him, which made the Longhao Holy Lord have to be vigilant.

"Holy Lord Longhao, where are you going?" The Holy Lord of Longhao is not a member of the branch of the Hidden Temple, so the Heavenly Martial Holy Lord must ask clearly, ask for clarity.

The Holy Lord of Longhao looked at the Heavenly Martial Holy Lord, and knew in his heart that if he didn't make it clear, he might not be able to leave: "Back to the Dragon Clan, I have the dragon horn of the Dragon Clan's mortal enemy, the Demon Dragon, in my hand, so naturally I want to take it back and receive the reward." "Why not just receive the reward? It's to be the new lord of the dragon clan.

"Dragon's horns?" The Heavenly Martial Saint Lord frowned, the Demon Dragon was extremely powerful, and the highest combat power of the Dragon Clan could only injure the Demon Dragon, but how did the Dragon Hao Holy Lord get this...... Could it be? Then the Heavenly Martial Saint Lord looked over to the Heavenly Hermit and Ying Chengtian.

The Holy Lord of Long Hao pointed at Ying Chengtian and said, "If you have a question, you can ask him, he used the Demon Dragon Horn to make a deal with me." ”

Ying Chengtian waved his hand to the Heavenly Martial Saint Lord and said, "That's right, the Demon Dragon Horn was given by me, and he is now in a hurry to return to the Dragon Clan to repay his merits." ”

Then, the Heavenly Martial Holy Lord looked at the Holy Lord of Long Hao and asked, "After returning to the Dragon Clan to receive the reward, will you return to the Holy Temple to be the Holy Lord?" ”

"In this situation, will the temple still exist?" Staying in the temple was a supreme honor, but the Holy Lord Long Hao still shook his head: "Even if the temple exists, it is impossible for me to go back. ”

The reason why he can't go back is not that the Holy Lord of Long Hao killed the Yunhai Divine Venerable, but that he will be the new master of the Dragon Clan, and he should stay in the Dragon Clan.

The Heavenly Martial Saint Lord didn't continue to ask more, and said lightly: "If you want to go back to the God Realm, please know me, your purpose, and the rest wish you all the best." ”

"If you want to go to the divine realm, as long as you are alive, I will prophet you." The Holy Lord of Longhao uses "go" instead of "return" here.

The sword technique of the Sword Seal Marquis and the Proud Sword Saint Lord has also reached the last moment.

The Marquis of a sword rejected the black meteor's "Soul Return", he wanted to use his own strength to defeat the Proud Sword Saint Lord, if he was unfortunately defeated, it would not be too late to use the "Soul Return".

The Celestial Crystal Sword in the hand of the Proud Sword Saint Lord flickered with crystal light, and the Chixiao Sword in the hand of the First Sword Marquis also glowed with red light, and the sword soul of the sword collided with the sword, and the strength of the sword user and the sword user competed.

Eighteen million divine powers, a sword outside the sky.

The Proud Sword Saint Lord stabbed at the First Sword Seal from the front, but in mid-air, a huge Celestial Crystal Sword slammed into the First Sword Seal Marquis.

The peak combat power is twenty-two heavens, and the original god is a sword.

The current Yuanshen has one sword, not just one sword, but three swords.

One sword seals the sword of the Hou Yuanshen, one sword seals the sword of the Hou's body, and the sword of the Chixiao Sword Spirit.

A sword feudal marquis lacks the body of the primordial god, like a vegetative person, a vegetative person who will rely on his body instinct to dodge attacks and attacks, his sword blocked the attack of the proud sword saint lord, avoiding the deadly sword momentum.

And the Yuan Shen and Chixiao Sword Spirit, who were sealed by a sword, joined forces to resist the huge Heavenly Crystal Sword that fell from the sky.

Seeing that the Heavenly Crystal Sword that fell from the sky did not fall half an inch, the Proud Sword Saint Lord knew that it was blocked by the Yuan Shen Sword of the First Sword of the Marquis, so the sword in his hand was even faster.

Fifteen million divine power, Heavenly Crystal Sword Strength.

From the Proud Sword Saint Lord's hand, the tip of the Heavenly Crystal Sword sword shot at the sword seal with an incomparably sharp sword aura.

At the time of the hand, a short distance of sword qi shot out, and the instinct of the body of a sword seal marquis actually came to a ninety degree vertical back, avoiding the sword qi, but the right hand holding the Chixiao sword was not idle, and a sword stabbed out.

The Proud Sword Saint Lord was startled, and the horizontal sword blocked a sword in front of his chest, but he was shocked back a few steps.

The primordial god who had not yet returned to his body after a sword seal had not yet returned to his body, saw the deep marks on the ground where the sword qi of the proud sword saint lord had slashed, as if it had been cut in half, and he couldn't help but feel deeply afraid, if he was injured, he would definitely die.

"Don't be stunned, go back." Chixiao Sword Spirit reminded.

The primordial god who was sealed with a sword nodded and returned to his body.

The Proud Sword Saint Lord gasped and looked at the First Sword Sealing Marquis, and the First Sword Sealing Marquis felt a faint pain in his waist, I am afraid that it was just ninety degrees of vertical backwards and bending over to flash, or twisted, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.

Suddenly, the Proud Sword Saint Lord put his sword back into its sheath and made a posture of drawing his sword, as if he was going to make some big move.

The Sword Seal Marquis endured the pain and prepared to deal with the big move that the Proud Sword Saint Lord was about to send.

23 million divine power, the sword is out of the sheath, and the sword is strong.

It's not good, if this trick is sent out, I'm afraid it will hurt other people. A sword seal was shocked.

"Lend your strength." The Chixiao Sword Spirit also felt that this was not a trivial move.

The Chixiao Sword in the hand of the Marquis of the First Sword was completely awakened, emitting a powerful momentum.

The peak combat power is twenty-two heavens, and the sword is monstrous.

The monstrous sword momentum with the power of the Chixiao Sword Spirit constantly collided and offset each other with the sword strength of the Proud Sword Saint Lord, and each other was not to be outdone, and the two powerful forces collided, collided, and canceled each other, and the power seemed to be pouring out in a steady stream.

The duel between swords and swords, the sword feudal marquis who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and the proud sword saint lord will make the sword in his hand superb.

A sword seals Hou's teeth tightly: his waist hurts......

The pain was so painful that the face of the Sword Seal Marquis turned pale, and those who didn't know thought it was caused by a hard fight with the Proud Sword Saint Lord.

"Quick, Yuan Shen a sword." Chixiao Sword Spirit reminded.

A sword seal was shocked, at this time to use the Yuan Shen sword?

Chixiao Sword Spirit said with great certainty: "Yes, the Yuan Shen is one, and it is up to you whether you can practice and achieve success." ”

"The unity of man and sword, the unity of the spirit and the spirit, a truth." The Marquis of the Sword Seal closed his eyes and opened them suddenly, and his eyes became very hollow and numb as if he had a missing soul.

The peak combat power is twenty-two heavens, and the primordial spirit is one.

The primordial god of the marquis of a sword and the Chixiao sword spirit merged into one, and the primordial god was united with a sword that pierced the sword power of the proud sword saint lord and killed the proud sword saint lord.

The eyes of the sword seal marquis regained their smart eyes again, but he supported the ground with his sword, his waist was really painful, his face was white with pain, and cold sweat was rushing.

"What's your name?" The Proud Sword Saint Lord was lying on the ground, holding the broken Celestial Crystal Sword in his hand.

"Sword God, a sword seal."

"Sword God? Looks like you're going to change your title. ”

"What?"

"The sword that surpasses the Sword God, and even surpasses the sword of the Sword Saint, you are already a generation of grandmasters, the ...... of the Sword Sect" After the Proud Sword Saint Lord finished speaking, he was already exhausted.

There are few great gods in the divine realm whose swordsmanship is comparable to the proud sword, even after the proud sword enters the temple, his swordsmanship has not stopped, and there is no master of the sword in the temple, so the proud sword saint lord has become a lonely sword saint.

"Meteor, please come back to your fate." Yijian Fenghou did not continue to hold on, he felt that if he moved casually, his waist would hurt terribly, and he was afraid that his health would fall out and hang up directly.