Cliff Square, the general field of killing, don't look at the bloody, but to be able to fight on it, how many people's long-cherished wish, that is a lifetime of glory, a symbol of talent and strength, even if it falls on it, it is better than the scenery of survival. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Now, the Killing Arena has been open to the Cliff Repair Academy for three days, and I don't know how many people laughed wildly.

Moreover, there are also images of the battle of the Nine Floors in the past hundred years, which can be regarded as a treasure of cliff repair, if you can see it, I don't know how many people have an epiphany on the spot and break through their own shackles.

Looking at the Great Elder on the referee's seat, everyone couldn't help but arrange: "Before this Cliff Cultivation Academy, it was really stingy......

When the middle elder in the referee's seat left, thousands of people rushed towards the killing arena, their eyes were fanatical, even the people in the nine-story building did not leave, and the images collected by the Cliff Cultivation Academy must be very precious, tantamount to priceless.

Jun smiled indifferently and left the killing arena, he doesn't like to be lively!

Back at the Jun Killing Palace, Luo Ning'er was already standing at the entrance of the main hall, looking at Jun Qinghan, with a hint of coquettishness, "Brother Han, are you the younger brother of Sister Wu?"

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, "You know?"

"Of course, when we were in Wujidi, we met once, and then he left, I didn't expect Sister Wu to be so beautiful, Ning'er didn't recognize it yesterday", Luo Ning'er said with a pout.

"I don't know, sort of!"

Jun Qinghan sighed and said with a little wistfulness, with complexity and struggle in his eyes.

"Actually, Sister Dance is really ......"

Jun Qinghan stroked Luo Ning'er's green silk, interrupted Luo Ning'er, and said with a wicked smile: "Xiao Nizi, is it a mutiny?"

Luo Ning'er's eyes suddenly became evasive, her slender hand kept pinching the corner of her clothes, and whispered, "Count...... Sort of", the delicate eyes were full of apprehension.

Jun Qinghan's expression didn't change in the slightest, "And then?"

And then ...... Ning'er, just join the Red Sleeve Building", after speaking, Luo Ning'er's face was flushed, and she quietly glanced at Jun Qinghan, and found that he was not angry, so she breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest.

"Do you know, I'm not allowed to tell Jun Qingwu my secret in the future", Jun Qinghan scratched Luo Ning'er's nose and said.

"Mmmmmmmmmm

In the nine-story building, Lan Shaohuang, Yue Zhuochen, and Qing Chengfeng each held a fold in their hands, and their faces gradually became gloomy.

"This snow building is crazy!"

For a long time, Yue Zhuochen said fiercely.

"Hehe, Jun Qingwu, I didn't expect it to be so hidden, it turned out to be the eldest lady of Piaoxue Building, the daughter of Jun Zangtian, no wonder the Red Sleeve Building, even if Luo Wuxian didn't dare to provoke", Qing Chengfeng threw the fold in his hand, his words were frivolous, but his eyes were suddenly gloomy.

In the killing arena just now, the strength displayed by Jun Qingwu actually made their backs chill.

"Piaoxue Tower, hum, what about the killer dynasty, in the big dynasty, it can't withstand the enemies everywhere", Lan Shaohuang looked relieved.

In the dark room, the three of them glanced at each other, and the fierce killing intent swept over their eyes.

........................

Xiuya Square, the sonorous sound of swords and soldiers, deafening, like a bloody battlefield, the general field of killing, is divided into a hundred combat areas, gorgeous Taoism, endless moves are displayed one by one, how many people laugh wildly in the killing arena, but more is that they were kicked off the ring, and looked at the high-spirited victor in the ring in anger.

At the same time, the square is surrounded by huge monuments, and the crystal ball is shining brightly, reflecting the battle in the nine-story building.

The battle is shocking, although it is not a strong war, but none of the people in the big war have not become strong, and the people of the big war, after leaving the nine-story building, which one is not a peerless powerhouse who sits on one side.

Under the First World War, there were many people sitting cross-legged, and their bodies were overflowing with Dao qi, and they directly entered the realm of epiphany......

In the red-sleeved building, Jun Qingwu frowned slightly, faintly angry, and flicked his fingers on the strings, "If you want to destroy my red-sleeved building, how can it be so easy, order to go down, Piaoxue Building belongs, facing the wings of the three young masters, crazy assassination, and the rest of the people, each in hiding."

"Sister Wu, aren't they afraid of the union of the two floors of the Eight-Story Building?"

Liu Qingli asked suspiciously.

"I am a person from the Drifting Snow Building, and as a killer dynasty, the Drifting Snow Building has no friends, and there are enemies everywhere, and in this Cliff Cultivation Academy, there are countless persecuted people who have been persecuted by the Drifting Snow Building, and it is their heart's wish to attack my Red Sleeve Building, even if the three major forces of the Eight-Story Building are integrated, they can't fight against the Nine-Story Building up and down the cliff."

"What should I do then? Here, there are only ten people in the Drifting Snow Building. ”

Jun Qingwu's fingers were clenched white, "I want to see how the power of the academy compares to the Drifting Snow Building that shocked the mainland", as he spoke, Jun Qingwu's face was cold, and he walked towards the cliff square, and his originally beautiful voice became strange:

"Now, as long as the three young masters of the Nine-Story Building are injured or injured, the crisis of my Red Sleeve Building can be easily solved!"

Walking to the entrance of Xiuya Square, Jun Qingwu's figure seemed to pause, turning his head to look at the image on the giant monument, looking stunned.

"This ...... This is, killing God Xiao Jun killing?!"

In the cliff square, looking at the giant monument, everyone immediately exclaimed, their expressions were suddenly angry, and they danced with their hands, which was indescribable.

Then, a terrifying voice sounded, "Hide...... Hide the Son of Heaven, Hide the Heaven!!"

Looking at the stele, the entire cliff square suddenly quieted down, all the battles stopped suddenly, and the eyes gathered feverishly on the two figures on the stele.

One of the men, in a big red blood robe, was holding a cold reverse knife, with a murderous aura in all directions, revealing Shura-like cruelty, with bloody pupils, wanting to slaughter the world.

The other, with a black body, dragged a spear upside down, the emperor's order was suspended above his head, and the aura of destruction swept the heavens and the earth, like the cry of the resurrection of the abyss demon, terrifying, shocking!

Kill the god Xiao Jun!

Hide the Son of Heaven, Hide the Sky!

The talent duel of the nine-story building, the duel of the two legends.

Hiding for nine days, killing the dust, meeting on a narrow road, who can win?

Looking at the two arrogant voices on the stone tablet, Jun Qingwu looked sad, tears slipped down, more than ten years, and finally saw a familiar figure again, slightly choked, "Father!"

On the giant monument, Xiao Jun let out a long roar and slashed towards Jun Zangtian, the sword soldiers were cold, and they were gradually surrounded by flowing blood, making a sonorous sound......

"Bang!"

There was a thunderclap, and the spears of the reverse knives collided together, tearing out a piercing sound, and at the place of impact, sparks splashed, and the same people staggered backwards at the same time, and their arms shook numbly.

After the impact, the two of them fought frantically again, the dust was flying, the swords and soldiers collided violently, looking at the two of them, everyone's eyes became confused, "There is only an afterimage, what can you see?"

On the viewing platform, Jun Qinghan ignored the stele, his eyes were bloody, the speed of the battle on the stele was immediately slowed down, and his heart was slightly shaken.

Suddenly, the afterimage on the stele disappeared, and the figures of the two reappeared, looking at each other with a slight panting, the hands holding the weapons trembled, and the blood slid down the arms, but the fighting spirit of the two was even stronger.

Jun Qinghan danced with spears in both hands, like an overlord breaking a mountain, provoking Jiang Lan, the shadow of the spears in the sky swirled, arrogant, and the imperial order in his palm faintly emitted a nightmarish aura, which was more than ten times more than the emperor's order of the king's light cold.

Xiao Junzai smiled miserably, his wrist was flipped, the big knife was horizontal, and the shocking murderous aura swept through, making people frightened, the heavenly aura was arrogant and domineering, Xiao Jun's killing was within ten zhang of his body, and the murderous aura was wrapped in blood.

The big knife was raised above his head, and Xiao Jun let out a deep groan:

Funeral slash!

Suddenly, the big knife slashed, and a bloody knife qi filled the air, destroying and decaying, the sky became gloomy, followed by the knife qi, and the stone slab was annihilated into powder......

At the same time, the shadows of the spears in the sky gathered into a ball, crystal clear, but the size of a fist, and in the sphere, the emperor order spun rapidly, making a whimpering sound.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Bloody knife qi, the round ball slammed into it, the emperor's order exploded, the air was suddenly compressed, and then the shock rebounded, the radius was a hundred feet, the dust and sand were scattered, and the two of them were suddenly wrapped in dust and sand, and the battle was briefly suspended.

After a long time, the dust and sand were gone, the two of them were still standing proudly, their chests were undulating, the corners of their mouths were bloodstained, Xiao Jun's blood robe became more and more scarlet, and Jun Zangtian was still as dark as a nightmare.

The qi around the two of them flowed again...... When everyone was excited, the crystal ball was dim, the projection suddenly disappeared, and everyone couldn't help but sigh, just reaching the climax, it was a basin of cold water, how could this make everyone embarrassed?

On the viewing platform, Jun Qinghan frowned, his eyes were slightly closed, and under the pupils of the Cloud Demon, he actually saw that the bloody sword qi and the emperor's order just now had a hint of fusion when they exploded.

And when Jun Qingwu came back to his senses, he suddenly found that on the hundred zhang ring, everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, and only the three young masters stood proudly on the ring, and the eyes of the yin owl shot towards her, turning a cold smile.

Jun Qingwu's face suddenly turned cold, and the long-sleeved man danced and fell into the killing arena...... (To be continued.) )