"I'll go with you!"

After Zhang Jianxu finished speaking, he turned around and said in a low voice: "Jianling, open the scabbard." ”

"Don't worry, if the Black Wood Country really has a Ninety Five, it should be disdainful of making a move on Xiao Han, if this old thing doesn't care about his face and really makes a move on the juniors, on the day of the opening of the Global Martial Arts Summit, the young generation of geniuses in the Black Wood Country dare to go out, it will be when I will be desperate to attack and kill him The young Tianjiao of the Black Wood Country!"

Zhang Daoxuan's eyes showed a cold and murderous aura.

More than 100 people are at the top of the top three grades, and they can cultivate to this point, all of them are ruthless people whose hands are stained with the blood of their peers.

Powerful and unbeatable.

They are all ruthless people who kill decisively.

If it is this kind of martial artist, he chooses to ignore all the rules and take action against the younger generation of martial artists.

As you can imagine, it must be a disaster.

Ning Bei's eyes showed a hint of worry, and said: "If you don't make a move in the ninth five, it doesn't mean that other peers won't make a move." ”

The words just fell.

In the northwest of Fuso Island, the golden light of the imperial road was lit up.

The pillar of light soared into the sky, thousands of meters long, revealing supreme coercion.

This is the power of the Emperor's Oracle!

Someone forced out the power of the imperial oracle carried in Xiao Han's body.

This means that the strength of the martial artist who shot is far above Xiao Hanhan.

A cold light appeared in Ning Bei's eyes, and he did not go over to help Xiao Han.

Immediately afterward, in the sky northwest of Fuso Island, a sound appeared that seemed to have descended through the ages.

"The saint is mighty, and the power is all over the world!"

The mighty eight words, one word flew out, with imperial authority.

The eight characters were born, and the resistance broke out.

A figure in yellow stands between heaven and earth, as if he had supreme glory in his life.

The figure of the Song Emperor.

The power of the emperor's oracle was completely triggered, and the qi and blood power in Xiao Hanhan's body was completely withdrawn in an instant.

Even so, these forces are not enough.

Therefore, the figure in yellow is a little illusory.

Xiao Hanhan stood under a tree, and said half-deadly: "Old Wang Ba, don't talk about martial arts, you actually attacked me!" ”

Not far away, there stood a four-phase peak, and the old man's face showed a look of horror.

He was shocked and said: "Emperor Huaxia, Emperor Song's figure, you ...... Who are you? ”

"I'm your father, ancestor, kill him!"

Xiao Hanhan was drained of all his qi and blood, and he had always been alive and vigorous, but at this moment, he wilted his head, squatted on the ground and screamed for the figure of Emperor Song to kill this four-phase peerless peak.

The yellow-clothed figure pointed to the void, carrying the coercion of heaven and earth.

A finger is like a heavenly might.

The ground was cracked for ten miles, and the whole person at the top of the four phases stood in place with a bang and turned into blood mist.

Kill on the spot!

This is the power of the Song Emperor's edict.

The four phases are at the top, and they are not as good as him.

Yan Xiaohan snorted, got up from the ground, like a big horse monkey, hugged the figure of Emperor Song from behind, fell asleep, and muttered: "Sleepy!" ”

From childhood to adulthood, this is the first time that Xiao Hanhan has been drained of all his strength since he cultivated martial arts.

The strength is exhausted, the state is sluggish, how can you not be sleepy.

Emperor Song's figure is an energy body, and he let Xiao Han pull on him, without hurting Xiao Han at all.

Because Xiao Han is the one who inherits the inheritance of Emperor Song!

Throughout the millennium of China, the ancestors of all generations have been the most important.

Ancestors have spirits, but how can they harm future generations?

The figure of Emperor Song let Xiao Han hang on him, slowly stepped out, walking in the night, like a natural emperor, no one dared to stop his way.

The figure came to Ning Bei and dissipated by itself, and Xiao Hanhan landed on the ground, being hugged by Ning Bei's hands, looking at this big Hanhan sleeping soundly.

Ning Bei shook his head lightly, handed the person over to Zhang Daoxuan, and said softly: "You have to help, help me take care of Xiaohan." ”

"The patriarch wants to rob the country of Blackwood, but if the country of Blackwood really has the pinnacle of the Ninety-Five, the patriarch will be in danger if he stays here for a moment, and he should leave as soon as possible."

Zhang Daoxuan tried his best to persuade Ning Bei to leave.

The pinnacle of the Ninth Five-Year Plan of the Black Wood Country is definitely an old antique.

Who, exactly, no one knows.

But if Ningbei insists on doing it, he will rob the national fortune of the Black Wood Country.

Will the Ninety-Five Peerless Peak do it?

Once the Ninth Five-Year Plan is made, Ningbei will definitely die.

After all, the horror of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the Zhang family has already seen it in the Ning Family Manor.

The peak of the Eight Mansions and the Ninth Five-Year Peak seem to be only one step apart.

But this step is as difficult to cross as a moat.

The gap between the two is like a chasm.

Punch the Spirit.

There is no comparison between the pinnacle of the spiritual aperture that has not been opened and the Ninth Five-Year Plan that the spiritual aperture has been opened.

The two are not of the same magnitude at all.

Ning Bei looked at the altar three miles away, looked at the hundred miles of national fortune, and said softly: "I want to control the sky, set foot on this road, there is no turning back, what about the Ninth Five-Year Plan of the Black Wood Country, if it doesn't make a move today, if it dares to make a move, tonight, it will be his death." ”

A gentle word fell.

Ning Bei was still so calm and calm, and his words were still very calm.

It seems that the Ninth Five-Year Plan of the Black Wood Country is at the pinnacle, and Ningbei has not been too afraid.

This kind of old thing, even if it's still alive.

I'm afraid I'm going to have the end of my life.

At the peak of Guwu, the remnants of the sins, surviving to this day, are completely incomparable with the emperor teacher behind Ningbei.

Ning Bei stepped into the air with his hands in his hands and flew directly towards the distant altar.

On the altar, there stood a young man, dressed in spotless practice clothes, standing on the altar, his body as straight as a gun, and he had not bent down for half a minute.

Based on this alone, the son of the national fortune of the Black Wood Country is much stronger than Du Yulong of the Ze Country and the Snow Traceless of the Snow Country.

The son of national fortune chosen by Kuroki is not simple!

He may really have hope, carrying the national fortunes of the Kuroki Country.

With a population of over 100 million, the country of Blackwood gave birth to such a genius.

Ningbei is not surprised!

In this dark night, Ningbei suddenly descended here.

Alarm the strong people in all directions.

All of them are the top warriors of the Black Wood Country, there are men and women, old and young, as many as more than fifty people.

The country of Blackwood still has more than fifty people?

This is clearly not normal.

Ning Bei smiled lightly and said softly: "The official of the Black Wood Country and the local martial arts sect forces have joined forces?" ”

In the hundreds of countries around the world, each family has a local warrior force, either a sect or a warrior family.

But every kingdom has one thing in common.

That is a family of warriors who have been inherited for hundreds of years, entrenched in one side, like a hegemon, so that you dare not touch them lightly, and they are quite domineering.

At present, the pinnacle around the altar should come from the warrior family of the Kuroki Country.

Then on the altar, the person who carries the luck of Kuroki Country is not Kuroki Izumi, there is no doubt that he must be a genius in the family of Kuroki Country's warriors.

Maybe only in this way will the old things of these forces leave no room for the Kuroki clan.

To the east of the altar, a young man in black slowly walked out, with a majestic face and a gloomy face, and said, "King Ningbei, you really dare to come to my Black Wood Country!" ”

"Kuroki Izumi?"

Ning Bei stared at him and chuckled faintly.

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