As soon as the voice ended, the air around him was filled with a sense of oppression. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Ziyang Zhenren shouted: "Everyone, be careful. Then he used his true qi to defend his body.

The people in the hall also followed suit with luck. Then there was a loud bang, and the Xuanji Hall cracked, leaving only the foundation. A person appeared in the sky, seven feet slender, dressed in a red robe, with a tiger-shaped jade pendant hanging from his waist, and the word 'pity' on the jade pendant. With a tiger face mask on his face, the mask looks like a loving and pitiful face, similar to lamenting for this world, holding a jade sword in his hand, the blade of the sword is about seven and a half feet, and the jade sword is engraved with a line of small words: 'Thinking about the world'. ’

The forbidden army around the Guanxuanji Hall was stopped outside the hall by five men with the same appearance, unable to move forward.

The man in the air slowly landed, looked at the martial king who was unharmed under the protection of Wu Zhuangyuan, and said without a trace of emotion: "I heard that you are the tallest in this world, and Kyushu is all owned by you, the emperor of mortals?"

King Wu asked angrily, "Who is Your Excellency, do you know that what Your Excellency is doing cannot be punished even if you die?"

The tiger masked man took a step forward, and saw that the martial champion shouted Your Majesty Be careful, the person has flown out of the zhang, and the jade sword has been swung on the neck of the martial king, and he looked around: "If you are the king of mortals, then I am your king." Then he walked and sat down on the throne of the main hall.

The red-faced man couldn't bear the humiliation, so he raised his knife and slashed at it, the knife was so heavy that it was about to fall on the head of the tiger maskeer. In front of him, he was holding the tip of the knife between his two fingers, and no matter how hard the big man tried, he couldn't move half a minute.

Seeing this, Wu Zhuangyuan shouted loudly: "You guys just watch the play, let it be insulted?" Then he picked up the spear and took the lead in stabbing at the person sitting on the emperor, and all the people in the palace earlier except for Ziyang Zhenren attacked.

The heavy sword swordsman located in the front hall was just about to take out his sword to help, but was pulled by blood and tears: "Third brother, the boss's sword, never needs others to interfere. ”

I saw that the person sitting on the emperor suddenly had his hands like white jade, and the red-faced man in front of him was instantly cut off and died.

Standing up again, the sword moved slightly: "Floating like a dream." "The sword and shadow are intertwined, like a dream, a moment, or a dream that can never be woken up again. The people in the palace earlier, except for the Martial King, Ziyang Zhenren, and Wu Zhuangyuan, all died.

Seeing that Wu Zhuangyuan, the spear was like a star, and the sashimi came, and the target was the mask of the tiger masker. Before the gun was close, the jade sword of the person in front of him had already cut off the hand with the gun. The pain of the severed hand has not yet come to his senses, and when he hears the flat and emotionless voice, it is like asking for life: "I want to see my face, but unfortunately, you are not qualified enough, seeing that you are young, you have entered the innate realm, cut off your hand, let you remember the hatred, and wait for you to seek revenge." ”

Wu Zhuangyuan's face changed in an instant, from humiliating resentment to wanting to die of resentment, and his face was desperate. "My name is Lin Xiaoyue, and I will come back to find Your Excellency." Then he gave himself a point to stop the bleeding and walked out of the temple gate. The distant figure is only lonely.

Looking at the Ziyang real person, as if he had known the outcome of everything, he stared at the tiger face. As if he was making up his mind and full of concerns.

Then the man walked over slowly and said to Ziyang Zhenren: "Do you want to make a move, I am really familiar with hearing the boiling of your blood." Or do you want this old bone to live a few more years?"

Then he laughed: "Make a move, mercy tiger allows you not to die." “

Ziyang Zhenren also laughed wildly: "From the time I became the first person in the congenital world, I read the myth of the vicissitudes of my predecessors twenty years ago, and I have always longed to fight with my predecessors twenty years earlier. ”

Ziyang Zhenren put the dust on his back, and the purple light on his body flashed, which was the first internal skill of the Xuanzhen School, and the purple pole was immeasurable: "Teach the predecessors Ming Yugong and the Canglan Sword Technique." ”

The heavy sword swordsman next to him carried the Martial King and scattered with all the people around him.

The purple pole is immeasurable, and Ziyang Zhenren has broken through the ninth layer of perfection early, and it is an innovative move to break through the limit, and Zixiao is infinite.

Then Ziyang Zhenren, taking a step forward, the figure has reached the side of the tiger, holding his palms like Tai Chi, and the shot is a unique style, the final move of Xuanzhen's five styles: reincarnation. This style integrates the first four forms, spring, summer, autumn and winter, from life to death, and from death to rebirth.

Hearing the mercy of the tiger lightly, his palms were like jade, and the same move was carried in his hands: "Reincarnation." "With the same move, Zixiao Wuji, who broke through the limit, is still inferior to Mingyu's feat. Ziyang Zhenren vomited blood and retreated.

Ziyang Zhenren immediately rose into the sky, whisked the dust in his hand, and waved his hand: "A little dust." "The void is full of yin and yang Taiji, and the dust is pressed down from the air after the Taiji. The people around him who watched the battle only felt that their bodies could not move for half a minute.

Standing on the ground, the jade sword left his hand, the sword moved at will, the jade sword flew to meet the floating dust, and the moment it intersected, the judgment was made. In the blink of an eye, the jade sword had come out of the back of Ziyang Zhenren's neck, and a few inches down, it was a different place on the body.

Looking at the mercy of the tiger, the red robe on his body did not move a point, only to see the mercy tiger said: "It's not bad, but it's not enough, you don't die, you can go." Then he got up and walked to King Wu, and then said: "Kyushu, Jiangzhou, all I have, all the people in the world, all the people in the world who know martial arts will enter Jiangzhou, and I will slaughter a city if there is one less person." Your courtier, Wu Qiuyue, and the old man can have a city in Jiangzhou, you continue to be the king of your mortals, and Jiangzhou is not to enter. After that, the person was gone.

Ziyang Zhenren, who had been stunned for a long time next to him, seemed to be still in disbelief, cultivating martial arts all his life, and in the end he couldn't even touch the corners of other people's clothes, which was sad and lamentable. Then the dust was attached to his back, announcing that Wu Xin was dead, and he limped out of the city step by step.