Chapter 227: Divine Operator, World-Destroying Knife, Immortal

Served!

When Ning Gangyuan spit out these two words in great frustration, whether it was the elders of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance in the headquarters, the pale Dai Zong, or the remaining few Pure Land Elders of Bliss, they all felt related and empathetic.

In the face of the terrifying power of the dragon king, their arrangement is as ridiculous as a child's play.

Now, we can only hope that the three royal families of Shen, Zhou, and Xia will make a move.

In the wide martial arts arena, on one side is a rabble of hundreds of people gathered like locusts, and on the other side is Yi Qingshan, who seems to be alone and unaccompanied.

The two camps, with a distance of 30 meters as the boundary, are like the Chu River and Han boundaries in the chess world, and they are clearly distinguished.

Whew!

The terrifying storm like ink, like an hourglass, took the top of Yi Qingshan's head as the center, soaring, and the powerful adsorption force seemed to uproot the Ancient Warrior Alliance.

The sight is spectacular.

The tragic picture that was like a fragment of time has disappeared, and what has instead emerged is a huge figure hovering in the sky thirty zhang above, like a god descending from the earth.

Phew!

In the dead silence of the scene, a slight footstep suddenly came.

It sounds extremely subtle, but in the next moment, all the martial arts powerhouses, including Ning Gangyuan, have a sense of oppression that death is coming.

Yi Qingshan took a step, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he made a downward motion.

Rumble!

A large seal was sacrificed in the sky, the five fingers were close together, and the veins were clear, like a real palm pressed down.

In a flash.

The sky above the entire Ancient Warrior Alliance descended from darkness, covering the sky with one hand!

"Spread out." Ning Gangyuan raised his head and roared, his pupils exploded, this was too terrifying, the violent friction force actually bloomed in the void with sparks.

The Great Seal is gradually enlarged at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

The sparks that splashed in all directions became more and more intense, like overturned copper furnaces, endless sparks, about to annihilate the Ancient Warrior Alliance.

Boom Boom!

The deafening sound exploded overhead, and Ning Gangyuan, who had finally avoided this earth-shattering blow after fleeing in a hurry, hurriedly brushed away the dust on his forehead, and then looked back in astonishment......

A big seal pierced the hundreds of square meters of martial arts arena of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance, and the finger prints of the black hole hole crushed the foundation of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance, and also crushed the leylines.

The elders of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance, who had not had time to withdraw, had already turned into a blood mist.

Dai Zong, who was in a golden robe, was also a little far away, and Ning Gangyuan glanced at each other from afar, his clothes, his body, were pierced by countless gravels, and the front and back were transparent, as if transparent.

Click!

Ning Gangyuan didn't have time to take care of these bleak pictures, and the moment he lowered his head in a daze, he felt that the ancient martial arts alliance he had spent countless financial, manpower, and material resources to build shook it.

Rumble!

The central building collapsed, and the towering building with a height of 95 meters was already crumbling after being punched by Yi Qingshan, and when this big handprint was taken, the ruins that had already been dead and difficult to support collapsed.

Standing on top of countless high-rise buildings, standing at the top, you can almost overlook half of Yanjing, and the central building of the prosperous scene has completely become a thing of the past.

Blast on the spot and turn into a fly.

Like the smoke and dust poured down by the waves, the restless sound passed through the sky, through the streets and alleys, through the towering buildings, and finally fell to the ground in front of the tempered glass bathed in sunlight.

"Hiss."

Ning Gangyuan was at a loss, his scalp was numb, and the headquarters of the Ancient Warrior Alliance was completely flattened.

"The Ancient Warrior Alliance building is gone."

"Yes, bulldozed by the Dragon King."

How many people were dumbfounded, opened their mouths wide, and couldn't close for a long time.

This apocalyptic picture is tantamount to uprooting the Ancient Warrior Alliance.

Ning Gangyuan laughed miserably, but found that he had no power to fight back, this young man was already terrifying to the point that he couldn't imagine.

"I'm afraid, the peerless powerhouse is no longer enough to describe, this is a god."

Ning Gangyuan's ten fingers were stiff, and his face was gloomy.

One slap pushed him the Ancient Warrior Alliance, if it wasn't for witnessing it with his own eyes, if it wasn't for half of the Yan Kyoto being paying close attention, who would dare to believe that this kind of mythical wonder would really happen?

Yi Qingshan casually wrapped the sleeves of his white shirt, glanced at the blue sky, without the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance to block the lighting, the remaining steel buildings clustered around the surroundings became more and more brilliant.

Ning Gangyuan looked at Yi Qingshan, who was close at hand, with a complicated look in his eyes, and his mood was heavy for a while.

Before the real fight, most of the scene where more than 400 strong people gathered had already died, and the teachers came and buried quietly, and the waves never turned out.

The sun is three poles, and the sun is scorching.

A flower shop not far from the headquarters of the Ancient Warrior Alliance, a cheongsam with a water hibiscus sewn sew, sets off the graceful figure of the ponytail girl.

The girl put her hands on her cheeks, her eyes were dull, and all her mental power was placed on the oil-paper umbrella at her feet.

In the flower shop, there are old radios, babbling, and intermittent operas.

A woman with still charm was picking up scissors and carefully pruning potted plants, moving slowly and with a little difficulty, occasionally reaching out to brush away the dripping sweat oozing from her forehead.

Farther away, near a circular arch bridge, a middle-aged man dressed as a coachman squatted on the side of the pier and pulled out half of a cigarette that he was reluctant to smoke.

"Stains."

After that, the coachman skillfully snuffed out the only one-third of the cigarette that was left, wrapped it in paper, put it in his pocket, and then looked at the girl at the door of the flower shop with indifferent eyes.

The girl was indifferent.

The woman in the flower shop put down the scissors, walked to the one-person high mirror, and carefully combed her clothes several times before picking up the key and closing the door carefully.

The girl still held out the oil-paper umbrella and raised it above her head, her steps were rigorous, one shallow and one deep, always keeping a half-arm's distance from the plump woman.

The driver abandoned the car and went alone.

The three of them are side by side.

After walking through the old round arch bridge in front of them, three more people joined the queue, and there was no communication with each other, lined up, two or three got six, and three three was nine.

The last old man who appeared alone joined the queue with two stupid babbles.

A butcher at a meat stall is sharpening his knives not far away.

In the end, a middle-aged man who sat on the beam of the room, knocking and knocking on the account room without stopping, finally put away the abacus and lost behind his back.

God operator, Shen Wenjun!

Destroying the world, Xia people slaughter!

Ageless, Zhou Huaishui!

Three royal families, three extraordinary!

There were also six half-step ancient warriors, a total of nine people, who surfaced one by one.

There are not many people, but it is more than enough to destroy a small country!

Rumble!

Boom!

Three people take the lead, six people stand side by side, each step is completed, the rhythm accelerates, like the footsteps of the waves, like thousands of troops and horses coming, the spread is getting wider and wider, it seems that the heavens and the earth are trembling.

An invisible pressure, from far to near, covered the Ancient Warrior Alliance.

"This ......"

Ning Gangyuan's eyes burst with divine light, finally here!