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The words are full of unimaginable confidence in Ningbei.

These words are difficult for young people to understand, let alone sigh and understand.

Red-sleeved Zhaoxue said softly: "A dead man's edict wants to crush my red-sleeved Zhaoxue, but it's too simple, tonight, I have the body of an ant, I don't know if I can shake the power of the imperial road!" ”

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Geng Jian knelt on the ground and coldly reprimanded.

Red-sleeved Zhaoxue chuckled and did not defend himself.

What is there to argue with a man who stands proudly in the world in front of the emperor's oracle and a man who kneels on his knees.

The two are not the same kind of people!

The red-sleeved Zhaoxue held the sword in both hands, stepped out in one step, and the qi and blood all over his body surged out, converging in the sword, and the spiritual power that he had opened the spiritual aperture gathered in it.

The spirit was extremely sublimated, and a sword was gathered and stabbed at the figure above the emperor's edict.

The sword brought the snow to a halt in mid-air.

Time seemed to stand still.

A stunning sword, as if it was the strongest attack in the world.

Geng Jian knelt on the ground, lowered his head and sweated, and said hoarsely: "The holy virtue is mighty, and it is powerful all over the world!" ”

Rumble!

The entire Yellow Turban Oracle, flying out of Gengjin's hand.

It's completely out of the box!

The power of the Emperor's oracle completely burst out.

The yellow-clothed figure standing above is clearly an ancient person, wearing an imperial robe surrounded by nine dragons and five claws, standing proudly in the world.

He is the sky!

It's a deity!

It was as if the majesty had reached the extreme, and no one could offend.

The red-sleeved Zhaoxue held the pieces in both hands, and he had come close to him, gathering one meter together, but he could no longer slaughter them.

I didn't even touch the corners of my clothes!

The distance of one meter is the gap between the red-sleeved Zhaoxue and the emperor's figure?

This is the pinnacle of the Ninety-Five!

Could it be that the pinnacle of cultivating the Ninety-Five Forbidden Law could really be so weak?

The red-sleeved Zhaoxue's face was calm, and she said softly: "Emperor's Message, it's really strong!" I really didn't even have a little strength left, I wanted to kill it, leave three points of strength, and catch up with Bei'er for one night, after all, I haven't seen him for ten years, and I want to say something to him! ”

"But I want to kill you even more!"

The red-sleeved Zhaoxue is going to behead the emperor today.

He just wants to tell Ningbei and Li Tiance that the younger generations should be super distant ancestors, and they should also be super distant ancestors!

But right now, the attack of the red-sleeved Zhaoxue is still not enough!

In a flash, he gathered the strength of his whole body, and even the sword of life, to bloom the last light.

A white light broke out all over him.

The white light is like a glow, like the first Nine-Five Sword Dao pinnacle under the dome.

A sword that gathered the power of the red sleeve Zhaoxue's life, and once again broke through to nine points!

The tip of the sword touches the figure above the Emperor's oracle!

The figure in yellow was very conceited, standing in mid-air and not moving, as if no one in the world could hurt him.

Only Ningbei, not far away, was bound in a starry white light curtain under the bronze throne.

The power of the tilted stars is perfectly absorbed by the bronze throne.

Ningbei yelled: "Uncle Xue, stop!" ”

"Young master, don't be sad, Zhaoxue is one step ahead!"

The red-sleeved Zhaoxue said slowly, and the white mangs of her body were vigorous again.

Ning Bei punched the bronze throne, and wanted to get out of trouble to help the red-sleeved Zhaoxue, and said hoarsely: "Uncle Xue, leave three points of strength, give me one night, I can save you!" ”

But Ning Bei's words, the red-sleeved Zhaoxue shook his head slowly.

The injuries in his body can't be saved by the Da Luo Immortals.

Otherwise, if there is salvation, Ye Laoxie is standing in the distance, how can he let it go, and say anything will save his life.

But the injury of the red-sleeved Zhaoxue is really irretrievable!

is less than 100 years old, and his body has already reached the point of running out of oil and drying up!

Outsiders can't believe that what a cruel environment and how tragic the battle is, so that a Ninety-Five Peerless Statue can die before he is 100 years old.

This life expectancy is not as good as that of an ordinary old man.

Ningbei lost its previous calm.

Perhaps only the imminent death of his relatives can make the always calm King of Ningbei out of control, and make his iron-blooded and cold heart tingle for a while.

Ning Bei was trapped in the light curtain, his eyes were terrifying and murderous, there was a faint touch of red, and he roared hoarsely: "Gengjian, if Uncle Xue dies today, I and the emperor teacher will be mortal enemies in this life!" ”

"What?"

Geng Jian knelt on the ground, his eyes were shocked and angry, and he was even more afraid!

The seven disciples of the emperor, the seventh person who loves the youngest the most, His Royal Highness Ning Mian.

If you don't love it, how can you teach the Spirit Emperor Technique!

But today, it has reached such a point, and Geng Jian can't end it.

And if the people sent by the emperor are stained with the blood of the red-sleeved Zhaoxue.

That's the elder that Ningbei regards as a relative!

The emperor's hand is stained with the blood of Zhaoxue with red sleeves, how will you let Ningbei feel relieved in the future?

In the future, the two teachers and students, how to say goodbye!

He will be a mortal enemy!

The Eight Iron Laws of Beiliang, no matter who anyone stains the blood of my Beiliang man, is the enemy of Beiliang, and there will be no forgiveness for killing!

Geng Jian knelt on the ground, his face pale.

There are so many things going on tonight!

Ning Bei was trapped in a circular light curtain, unable to get out by himself, but in a single thought, he opened all the top eight skills.

opened eight techniques, Ningbei is like a god, and the white light is thousands.

He said decisively: "Eight skills are one, the ninth skill, immortal!" ”

Swish!

A figure covered in white light walked out of Ning Bei's body.

Get out of this moment!

The audience was shocked!

Ye Laoxie was stunned!

When did his student Ning Xiaobei cultivate this technique?

Geng Jian's eyes were even more dull, and he said in horror: "The end of the technique!" ”

"Bei'er, you!"

Ye Laoxie was really shocked.

Because the technique performed by Ningbei has been lost for more than three thousand years!

Since the end of the era of martial arts, the era of ancient martial arts has come.

At the end of the technique, the figure of the immortal was lost forever!

The most brilliant crystallization of the martial arts era.

It's this martial arts immortal!

This is a terrifying supreme forbidden technique, above the top ten forbidden techniques.

After all, the Ten Great Forbidden Techniques appeared in the Ancient Martial Era.

And the forbidden art of the martial arts era, after three thousand years, has long been lost.

An invisible fluctuation rippled on Ning Bei's body.

It was the spiritual power of the spiritual aperture, which was given to the body of the white shadow of the Immortal.

Suddenly, the white eyes of the fairy who had been blurred seemed to have been sublimated, and the white shadow's body was extremely clean, and it gave birth to facial features and eyes, but they were white!

The white eyes seem to glow with a hint of color!

The white shadow of the fairy is more holy.

Ning Bei said in a low voice: "Comprehensively urge the spirit summoning technique and save Uncle Xue!" ”

With a single thought, the white shadow of the Immortal easily passed through the indestructible star light curtain and came to the outside world, ready to perform the trick of summoning the Spirit Emperor.

Ye Laoye said decisively: "Bei'er, stop, the martial arts immortal can't withstand the power borrowed from the spirit summoning technique!" ”

"The future of the Martial Arts Immortal is extremely terrifying, and it can't be destroyed tonight!"

Zhang Qingwu's eyes were also full of surprise.

It was the first time for these elders to see Ningbei perform the ninth technique.

This is much more terrifying than Ye Laoxi's Ninety-Five Forbidden Law!

The future potential is not weaker than the spirit summoning technique!

Perhaps, above the spirit summoning technique.

Followed by.

Zhang Qingwu opened his mouth and said: "Fengxin, use that emperor's edict!" ”

"Good!"

Zhang Fengxin also has an imperial edict on him.