Dragon-Marked War God

The consciousness of the river and dust is instantaneous, and everything thousands of miles away is covered in his mind, his mind moves, and he can feel the surge of the power of every soul.

But today's large-derived soul technique can only be practiced to this point. To make the power of one's soul more horrible and more coherent, it is not that simple to say. But even so, Jiang Dun, with the help of the great alchemy of the soul, felt an extraordinary amount of soul mindset.

“Live... live... I can't die, come back... I'm coming back...”

In that horrible soul mind, with an unnamed repression, only Jiangdu can deeply experience it, because this power of the soul, as if he is in confusion and confusion, he wants to complete the blood sacrifice, wants to transform, which is the most difficult to understand. Is this just a power of the soul, wandering in the mountains of the soul?

The tremendous shock in Jiangdu's heart, how horrible the power of this soul is, he doesn't know, but it directly affects the death of tens of millions of demonic beasts, only for blood sacrifice. This is not possible, especially since the power of the soul is still in a state of nightmare.

Just at the time of the suspicion of the river and dust, a shadow arrived, white blue sword, spotless, long hair dance, excellent temperament, long figure, like an immortal immortal song, silence on the void.

The men are cold, the momentum is like dragons. Everyone present, including Jiangdust, feels a great deal of pressure. This man, how simple, self-evident.

The surrounding air has become cold, because the presence of this man has completely made each of their hearts and minds incredibly heavy. These powerful people, compared to Tang Zhen, actually win a fight. Even if Yu Rongyin looks at Xujin and others, they are deeply shocked. Even if they join forces, they do not seem necessarily to be able to defeat him. He is like a tall bull bee, cannot climb rocks, cannot be transcended.

“Who is this man? So tough, and I can't believe I've never heard of it. ”

Liu Quan frowned super tightly and was extremely curious about this white man.

“Neither do I. ”

Yu Rongyin shook his head and was extremely scared and cautious of this young man in white.

“Only one step away is to be able to break through the realm of the gods. Such masters, in this secret realm, are too powerful, even in the face of the demonic beast of the realm of the gods, are not in vain. ”

Wuting Hou silently sighed, these masters, mysterious, quietly appeared outside this mountain of souls, no one dared to go forward to inquire.

“A white coat, vibrating in all directions, oscillating ileum, a blue sword came from the sky. I know, I know who he is, White Sword God, Xue Liang! Forget Sword God in White, I didn't know it was him! ”

The person behind Yu Rongyin, some of whom changed their color, said silently. At that moment, Yu Rongyin and Liu Quanchao looked at each other and finally remembered a legendary figure from the critical river boundary. But his strength, beyond the realm of the gods, how could he be here?

“Xue Liang, the white sword god, isn't that the ultimate genius who forgot the sword grave? His strength, it is said, has reached the middle of the realm of the gods. How'd he get in here? ”

Some people are confused.

“Forget that the sword grave is mysterious, no one has ever entered the secret realm in so many years, even if it has been at least 10,000 years. Many people seem to have long forgotten that the sword grave, do not know, the lord of the sword grave in that time, but only the ten best players in the river boundary without falling down the wind, four of them, are the figures of the papal rank among the ten main gates of the critical river boundary. ”

Yu Rongyin sighed. For the white sword god in front of him, he also grew heavier and heavier. Behind him, he stood an extinct faction that was not worldly. He merely forgot the sword grave. He was only a supernatural being at the critical river boundary.

“Forget the Sword Tomb, yeah, I'm afraid it has been forgotten for so many years, but the heir to this Forget Tomb will definitely not be simple. Xue Liang, the white sword god, has crossed the river boundary ten years ago. His appearance, I'm afraid, is absolutely not simple. Does this Mount Soul attract him? ”

Zhang Lei whispered.

“Hard to say. The man who forgot the sword grave, mysteriously uncertain, his strength has been suppressed in the half-step celestial realm, just one step away, can enter the celestial realm, although suppressed strength, but the ordinary half-step celestial realm, in his hands, even the chance of resistance is afraid not will not. ”

Yu Rongyin was extremely serious. His assessment of Xue Liang, the white sword god, was also extremely high. After all, he forgot the power of the sword grave, but it was extremely powerful. He, moreover, was the leader of the sword grave.

“What if his strength breaks through the realm of the gods? ”

Jiang Dun looked at Yu Rongyin and asked.

“Then there will be five thunderbolts, more than a thunderbolt, and more powerful than his. Therefore, those who are forced to suppress so that no heavenly realm dare to step into it, even if they hide their suppressing power, they will not be spared. ”

“In this way, this white sword god may actually have some skills. ”

Jiangdun mumbled.

“More than that, this man may not be weaker than Xuanlan, or even more powerful than ever. The two men should undoubtedly be the strongest of the entire secret realm. ”

Liu Quanchao said, looking at Jiangdu, showed him not to lighten enemies. This white sword god, a single shadow, is enough to make people fearful.

“Go away, it's not for you. ”

Xue Shangfaintly said that his voice was very gentle, but he listened to everyone's ears. He seemed to be a comfort and a threat.

“Since we are here, we will never leave easily, Sword God, thank you. ”

Yu Rongyan shouted.

“Self-inflicted. ”

After that, the White Sword God turned away, crossed the void, such means, half-step in the realm of the gods, but no one could do it.

“This guy is crazy, they call him the White Sword God, it's just a compliment to him, I don't believe it, it's also a half-step heavenly realm, he can really fight so many of us alone.” Humph.

Wu Qianhunt said with some disdain, although he is not as strong as the White Sword God, how can he not even be his opponent now with so many of them? If he really exerts his strength in the heavenly realm, and fears that it is truly miserable, he is himself.

“Man is invisible, and this white sword god is not easy. ”

Jiang Dun smiled, but Xue Liang had washed up, how could they fall behind?