Many warriors, each showing their own strange moves, under the drumming of the qi, the entire courtyard was occupied by the surging killing machine.

The waves of air shook and stretched like clouds.

The warriors outside were very curious for a while, wanting to see what was going on, but they didn't dare to move forward, they only dared to stand far away, and with all their might, their eyes widened, staring at the qi waves that seemed to be dispersed by clouds and mist, hoping to see some traces.

A huge roar vibrated as if there was a monster hidden in the clouds that could not be seen by the naked eye, and the earth shook with a low roar.

The warrior who leaned closer was uncontrollable, swaying from side to side, and fell to the ground.

More than seven top martial artists shot at the same time.

The violent qi engine vibration has affected the circulation of the earth's leylines, starting from that courtyard, the ground shook, opening cracks, cracks like rough wounds, constantly spreading in all directions, if it weren't for the large number of buildings around there were no people, this time, I am afraid that all of them would die.

Pu Yongyan was mixed in the crowd, cold all over. Watch his former yard turn into rubble and collapse.

He stiffened his head and looked at the crack that had spread to his feet, and there was a quiet and dead silence around him, the crack was dark and dull, like a hideous knife wound, and swallowed saliva.

What happened?!

Who the hell is that person?!

In the courtyard, after Akali performed a killing move, he took a few steps back with the knife, breathing slowly, his hands still holding the hilt of the knife, and he did not release his guard because of such a formation.

When I looked around, the entire courtyard was in ruins.

Only where many warriors stand are still intact, this also shows their respective strength, and the street behind him is not damaged at all.

Someone already made a sharp voice like a night owl and laughed:

"Jin Hongdao, such a waste-like character, even wants us to take action together?!"

Akari said softly:

"There's no harm in being careful."

The man laughed strangely, and said:

"Since you say so, then it is good to be so."

"In short, being able to easily get such a large sum of money is considered a good deal, this person's breath has disappeared, Wang Xingyuan is dead, Lao Tzu will go first."

Akali shook his head and said:

"No body has been seen yet."

Suddenly, a man closed his eyes and said, "It's really dead." ”

"The fate that belongs to Wang Xingyuan has dimmed."

"His destiny is over."

Akali let go of his hand when he heard the man speak, and his heart was comforted.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of qi, accompanied by a furious roar.

"To Lao Tzu, let go !!"

Rumble!

The qi exploded, Akali turned his head suddenly, the muscles behind him were tense, as if a tiger jumped over a cliff, the heavy knife in his hand was raised, and he wanted to show another killing move, and a virtual image of a god appeared behind him, one real and one virtual, vast and far-reaching, his eyes were slightly open, looking straight ahead.

Many strong hands around him used their own means, and the vision soared to the sky.

Hearing the familiar rebuke inside, Akali held the knife in both hands, remained vigilant, and said:

"Gunslinger? What happened? ”

"It's that scholar, does Wang Xingyuan still have a backhand?!"

The gunman didn't answer, and another cold voice said lightly:

"Wrong."

Akali was stunned.

This is not Wang Xingyuan's voice.

The wave of air dissipated, and the wild spearman, who was famous throughout the rest and even among the surrounding countries, was dressed in white, holding a gun in both hands, with a hideous face, and the dragon's fangs, which were claimed to be only half a step away from the divine soldier, trembled and hummed, and let out a terrible hissing sound, unable to move for half a minute.

Everyone's eyes are slightly condensed, each condensing.

Hu Xuan'er was vigilant in her heart, but in fact, she was not too surprised, after all, the opponent was that person, and it could almost be considered that she was a strategist who supported Gu Mu to sit on the throne with her own strength, saying that he had any other means, and she would not be surprised at all.

After all, it's Wang Xingyuan.

That's why there are so many masters this time.

She had such a thought in her heart, and her eyes followed the dragon tooth gun to look up, the dragon tooth gun was cold, and a white palm was lightly held on the body of the gun, and she couldn't move at all.

Keep looking ahead.

Dressed in white, with delicate eyebrows, or because the hosta was shattered, the black hair fell scattered, making the original mild appearance become like soaked in the residual cold of early spring, cold and indifferent.

But his facial features and appearance have not changed.

Hu Xuan'er's thoughts froze for a moment.

Then his eyes widened slightly uncontrollably, and he murmured:

"Wang Xingyuan?!"

Wang Xingyuan opened his mouth lightly and said:

"Wrong."

"Wang Xingyuan, you don't need any backhand."

The gunman's eyes were split, and he said, "Let go!" ”

The twenty-seventh assassin on the black list turned into a phantom, the wolf's tooth dagger in his hand carrying a strong wind, intertwined with each other, and tore at Wang Xingyuan's back, at the same time, the wild gunman agitated the qi around his body, and behind him there was a vision like a fiery lion rising up, roaring and roaring, and pounced forward.

"I'll call you, let go!"

The qi machine is vast, and the five grades of cultivation are well deserved!

Wang Xingyuan lightly let go of the palm holding the gun.

I regret in my heart that although the internal force and qi in my body can be mobilized, I really can't take a step forward.

After all, it's just recovered.

The wild spearman suddenly retreated, and then shouted angrily, and the gun in his hand turned into a thousand sharp guns.

Wang Xingyuan raised his hand, the fingers of his right hand moved forward, and with a flick of his fingers, the spear was suddenly bounced away, and under the skin of his left hand, faint gold flowed, and the mark of the unicorn appeared.

But no one was able to see it.

Everyone's full attention was on the close-quarters in front of them.

The gunman roared wildly, and the spear in his hand broke through the air again, very powerful, obviously he had used his whole body ability, but the person in front of him was still idle and casual, and finally the spear was directly pinched by two fingers, and the gunman was startled, and was about to struggle, and a huge force erupted like an abyss. With the body of a crazy gunman, he couldn't contain it, and was pulled forward again and again.

The spear, which looked like a dragon's tooth, was lifted and with a thud, it stopped the two wolf-tooth daggers that pierced out of the shadows.

Immediately, a viscous whirlpool of energy was launched, and two weapons with a great reputation in the rivers and lakes were connected with two powerful warriors, and they joined forces to one side, blocking another heavy sword that fell.

At this moment, in the resting country, three masters were stopped by a palm and couldn't move.

The owner of the palm sat on the rosewood chair, removed a wine stain, his clothes were neat, his expression was plain, he smoothed the folds on the hem of his clothes, and his right hand picked up another wine cup from the table next to him, and drank calmly, as if watching flowers and admiring the moon.

Akari's expression calmed down. Road:

"Who the hell are you?!!"

'Wang Xingyuan' drank and wrote lightly:

"A man who will keep you from doubting any more."

The wild gunman looked hideous and said, "It's just a ......."

Before the words fell, suddenly the qi flowed, the other two people were shocked and flew away, and another palm was on the head of the mad gunman, faintly enough to make his whole soul fly away The terrifying power was hidden in the palm of his hand, and the face of the mad gunman stiffened slightly, and he couldn't speak.

'Wang Xingyuan's eyes slanted slightly, and said:

"Gunslinger?"

The voice paused, and said:

"You don't deserve it."

The mad gunman's heart trembled, and his qi was circling wildly, but he found that when his qi was running to the limit, he suddenly had a pain in his meridians, and even though it suddenly poured out, it was completely uncontrollable.

He had never seen such a scene before, and fear could not be contained in his heart at the moment.

I killed too many people, and I didn't think it would be like this when I was dying.

Akali's eyes lit up slightly, and he exclaimed:

"Master Yingbo, shoot!"

"Everyone, the matter has come to this, there is no way to retreat, only to kill with one word!"

With a sigh, a faint purple qi suddenly appeared in the air, and a woman wearing purple clothes and a delicate appearance appeared next to Akali, holding a very delicate purple gang bead in her hand, and drank low in her mouth, and the huge qi mobilized the divine soldiers, turning into a strange poison of heaven and earth, filling the courtyard.

This is a rare poison-based divine soldier between heaven and earth, although it has not been completed, but it can absorb the world's strange poison, and it can be used to attack the enemy, it is very powerful, and her martial arts coincide with her lineage, at this moment, in order to complete its own purpose, without hesitation, all kinds of strange poisons, swarming out.

Many martial artists knew how to do it, and they all retreated and avoided it, and each of them used martial arts such as detached sword qi to attack the enemy.

The wild gunslinger who fell to the ground had his eyes wide open, trying to tell the rest of the people that there was something strange in the courtyard, but he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, the entire courtyard has been spent by him to arrange a special formation, it is a poisonous array, but the main poison is not to kill the enemy, but to turn the martial artist's body qi into poison, and then use the thaumaturgy arranged by the oriental secret art, temporarily change the leyline, so that the gossip dragon line here gathers under the red sandalwood.

His eyes were slightly closed.

These people came to kill him, and they didn't hesitate to shoot, and their anger was surging.

The qi machine that separated from the body turned into a poisonous mist, and was again attracted by the oriental secret technique and the heavenly machine formation, coming towards him, if it was ordinary, he would definitely be supported by this huge qi machine to break through the qi vein, and he was begging for hardship, but at this moment, at this moment, his golden bell jar finally repaired the last injury.

The huge qi machine poisonous mist was transformed by the mixed element body, turned into a qi machine, and was filled with the qi veins that had been sealed for March.

The poison was uncontrollable and almost spread outside.

Everyone stood in a safe position, staring at the poisonous mist in front of them, and their hearts were guarded.

There was silence.

Hu Xuan'er breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and murmured, "Is it done?" ”

Another shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

At this time, the woman who mastered the Divine Soldier Zigangzhu changed her expression, and felt that the Zigangzhu, which had been trained for I don't know how many generations, suddenly had a tendency to transcend her own control, and the qi in it was like a broken saliva, swarming out, mastering it again and again, but she couldn't control it anymore, her face turned pale, and she opened her mouth to cough up blood.

The power of control disappeared, and the poison suddenly rioted, layer by layer, undulating and surging outward, just when Akali was uneasy in his heart, suddenly a black light flashed, and the poisonous mist was suddenly cut in half from the middle, and many sword qi and swords were shattered together, like light chips, scattered in private.

In the midst of a patch of purple, a passage is like a legend of the breaking waves.

Dressed in white, he looked cold.

Purple poisonous mist lurked left and right, and the streamers of the shattered qi machine were scattered in all directions.

Akali was about to make a move to seize the opportunity, his body suddenly stiffened, his gaze froze, and he looked down little by little, looking at the location where the low whistle came from.

Before him and the white-clothed Wang Xingyuan.

An inky broken knife slammed into the ground and roared

The words in the memory instantly swarmed up, and the old man's face became pale, not only the old man, but everyone lost the ability to speak in an instant, as if they were all deprived of the ability to think at this moment, just staring blankly at the black broken knife.

"You, you're ......"

The man in white looked cold, his eyes were low, and he said casually:

"Who is so-and-so?!"

"It's just an idler who thinks quietly and refines the red dust."

"It's a pity that I've been disturbed by you."

Akali felt that his breath was stagnant, and his body refining red dust was the means that the Daomen martial artist had just taken after stepping on the peak of the four grades, and he intended to break through, he realized this for the first time, and his heart beat wildly, it turned out that the sword maniac had really reached this step?

The pinnacle of the four grades, only the last step is missing, you can set foot in the grandmaster realm and stand on the grandmaster!

But in an instant, everyone realized the meaning behind this sentence, ordinary martial artists, but to seal off martial arts, understand the warmth and coldness of human feelings, understand the difference between me and me, and see the nature of the heart, so as to enter the grandmaster.

But the person in front of him is a strategist who uses his own strength to reverse the country's situation.

Akari's heart was beating wildly.

Using the changes in a country as a chess piece, self-styled martial arts, refining the heart and temperament? !

No wonder Wang Xingyuan is powerless, no wonder so.

Wang Xingyuan is dead, and the knife is alive.

Akali instantly understood the fate of the previous Daoist's calculations.

What a big deal!

And how arrogant!

The white-clothed Wang Xingyuan got up.

The air waves stretched, and a wide white sleeve swept like a cloud, turning into pitch black like ink.

Between heaven and earth, all the qi machines collapsed. At this time, Wang Anfeng suddenly thought of the last oriental thaumaturgy he saw, and he was so excited that he didn't care about success or failure, and moved casually.

The remnants of the final formation, outlining the heavenly machine.

In the palace of the king of rest, the king of rest was looking at the picture on the mirror of Qintian, and the two people around him were the prince and the clumsy man, and the three of them were all speechless, and at this time, the clumsy man suddenly saw the right hand of the white-clothed Wang Xingyuan moving slightly.

Zheng!

A clear roar suddenly erupted.

In the palace of rest, the Qin Heavenly Mirror, a strange object that could transmit qi as an illusion from afar, suddenly shattered.

The golden and jade walls that showed the dignity of the King of Rest were covered with cobweb-like cracks, and the illusory qi condensed and turned into an ink-colored broken knife, as if it were real.

The roar of the sword, which was as high as a dragon, suddenly erupted.

King Anxi's face turned pale, his wrist suddenly shook slightly, the treasure in his hand squeaked, cracked a crack, the crack gradually expanded, and the entire treasure completely shattered, falling to the ground, clanging, reflecting the faces of the three people.

His face was pale.

In the royal city of Balmain.

The sword sounded Qingyue, the originally elegant and sick son took three steps forward, with wide sleeves and white clothes on his body, and turned into a black power suit in a blink of an eye, his face was cold, and his eyebrows were cold, and after three steps, his figure suddenly blurred, avoiding the sharp blades of many warriors' weapons.

When he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the crowd, and he did not retreat.

One foot is on the hilt of the knife, standing with the hand in his hand, and the hem of his clothes is slightly raised.

The full moon is in the sky, and the hands are upside down.

Insolent, domineering.

The resolute spirit of the heroes rose to the sky!

"Wait, kill yourself!"

PS: Today's update is presented, ah...... That's the only one that's more today......

The outbreak of deletion, deletion and modification......

My liver is gone.