Dragon-Marked War God

Half a day later, Jiangdu also woke up from the cultivation. When he heard Xue Shang's words, he was also extremely shocked. Xue Shang flew away himself. This was really too weird to be seen at all. Even Xue Shang, who had already taken control of Xue Shang, was powerless. But this was the end of the matter, but there was no way to recover it. Not only Jiangdu, Xue Shang also became more curious about the ancient emperor of Kyushu.

“Since the decapitation platform has flown away by itself, let's check it out. ”

Xue Liang, though a little unhappy in his heart, could not change the status quo.

“Okay.”

Jiang Dun said that the four people quickly crossed the bloody stone door, a huge bloody door, giving people a cold sense of killing.

“It's Xuanlan! ”

Xue Liang also recognized him at a glance, with a surprise on his face.

“Why is he here? ”

“This guy, he's everywhere, he's stronger than ever. I would not have been his opponent if I hadn't been in the decapitation stage before. ”

Jiangdu shook his head, but now if we fight again, Jiangdu will have nothing to fear!

“Looks like the tombs of the Kyushu Gudi are getting really lively. ”

Xue Liangxiang said that his eyes were slightly gazed, and his joining the battle made it harder and harder.

“Is that an altar? ”

The gaze of the river and dust fell on the black square in the distance, eight seats, in the form of gossip, each altar was arched, the central part, a hand holding the blood shadow of the broken sword, sitting in the altar, long hair, very strange.

The shadow is like a mountain, filled with a thick feeling, it gives people a tremendous amount of pressure, the momentum is completely above everything, the kind of looking up and overwhelming attitude, even sitting there, makes the mind yearn. Even Blue Camel and Xuanlan were caught in contemplation, staring silently at the bloody shadow, silent.

“Kyushu Gutien? ”

Ice clouds shouted and their faces became extremely heavy. At this moment, everyone's eyes looked at the ice clouds, including blue camels and blue lanterns. They also waved, and suddenly discovered that Jiangdust and others appeared at the door.

“You call him Kyushu Gutie? ”

Jiang Dun and others took a deep breath. His face grew heavier and heavier. Is that really Kyushu's ancient emperor?

Along with the shouting of the ice cloud, everyone stared silently. The shadow of sitting, as if it were completely integrated with the heavens and the earth, even the sudden breaking of the sword, gave a smooth integration of the heavens and the earth. However, the sword, Jiangdu always felt where he had seen it, but he was not sure.

That shadow, thought-provoking, even bewildered, the man in the altar of gossip, the Great Coast man, is the center of the altar, and he sits there, seemingly looking at something, seemingly a kind of death-setting, thought-provoking decision.

Especially that sword, when the river dust walked in, the heavenly dragon sword in hand actually began to tremble constantly, it was a sense of crisis, a resonance!

Jiangdu is even more cautious in his heart, very capable of resonating with his Heavenly Dragon Sword. How terrible a divine soldier would that be? Craftsman God sealed his Heavenly Dragon Sword, but reached the level of Mixed Yuan Gear. Even he could not create such artifacts as Mixed Yuan Gear. The powerful Empire is shocked by it. Now, Jiangdu has seen such a terrible soldier for the first time.

Even the original broken Emperor's bell only caused the Tianlong Sword to tremble slightly, over that broken sword, terrible anger, causing the river dust and others to change color, it is a kind of arrogance and domination of the world, bloodthirsty sword, emitted from inside and out, choking.

The back shadow, the handle of the short sword, also attracted the attention of all.

The shadow was like a mountain, the backbone was like a hook, the gossip altar was alive, but the man had no chance, and all the life was on that terrible broken sword.

When the ice cloud shouted out the Kyushu ancient emperor, everyone's heart understood, that man, must be the Kyushu ancient emperor!

“It's kind of funny that you're still alive. ”

Xuanlan said coldly, looking at the river and dust.

“You really are a ghost. I will never let you go this time. ”

Xue Liang sank his voice.

“Really? It depends on whether you have the ability to do this or not. If not, you can all bury the North Cold King. ”

Xuanlan glanced softly at Xue Liang. Although his strength was comparable to his own, he seemed to be worse than Jiangdu. He cleaned it up this time.

“Your arrogance is disgusting. ”

Xue Liang is also opposed to Xuanlan Pin Feng. After all, both are no longer kings of yesterday. Once again, he will surely collide in a more terrible battle.

“Unfortunately, the sword is broken. ”

The blue camel had a disappointing color in her eyes. Obviously, she came for the broken sword, but the sword was broken. Yu Wei, though present, was no longer glorious.

“Even if I break a sword, I won't give up. ”

Xuanlan glanced slightly and rushed up. Before he and Blue Camel punched through the layer of obstruction, it was close to this gossip altar, but this gossip altar, and the taboo battle, made them both extremely headached and in a difficult situation.

“On the day the sword is recast, when the knight returns... although the sword is broken, it may not necessarily be recast...”

Xue Liang muttered, "This scene makes Xue Liang seem to have known each other. Once, his golden sword was crushed and devoured. He made a dark vow that one day, the day the sword was recast, it would be the time for the knight to return.

At the same time, the critical river boundary, in the sword tomb of the forgetting sword tomb, countless residual swords, at this moment, constantly trembling, buzzing, as if awakened, silent millions of years of sword tombs, innumerable divine soldiers interweaving, residual sword collision, sky dancing, sword breaking millions.

A shank of broken sword, as if it were a broken soul, constantly colliding, golden iron symphony, and a thundering sound.

An old man who guarded the ancient sword tombs did not know how many years of gray robes. From the ancient vine old chair, he stood up and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes carrying a colour of excitement, even his own.

“Ninety-nine million years, master, are you sure you want to come back? ”

The old man's tears swept and his heart was thrilled. Once upon a time, that godless man who scolded the cold wind clouds of the North was finally coming back!

“It's not that easy to break a sword. ”

Xue Liang snorted and rose to face Xuanlan instantly.