Dragon-Marked War God

Jiangdu looked back, at this moment, his heart is more painful than anyone else, but the road ahead, still full of hard obstacles, still a vast abyss, he can only stand the pain alone, grinding forward, this is no one he can help him, only relying on his own hands and on his own efforts, Jiangdu can reach the peak and save the woman he loves.

How can he put Yuzhao Immortal in such a situation when the current crisis is unknown and dangerous? He was even more eager to find the girl who had once touched him with the most sincere love when he stepped into the throne of the Nine Heavens.

Jiangdu stepped out one step, never turned back, between turns, the wind crawled, as far away as the road, full of unknowns, full of crises.

Three years later, the Jonghua Mountains, the dark clouds surged, the wind thunder gathered, over a gorgeous, towering palace, above the void.

The mountaintop Qingquan DC, the trickling, the birds and animals in the forest roar, the green bamboo is everywhere, the wind is depressing and the nights are long.

A woman in white, proud of her divinity, sitting on a white jade ice stone atop a fresh spring, long hair like a waterfall, beautiful sky fairy, shallot jade fingers, inspirational, between palms, a white jade stone qin, the sound of the harp is unseen, all over the dome, it is heartwarming and refreshing.

The woman in white looked calm, a white phantom, holding a long sword, in front of her, treading on a clear spring, dragonflies like water, dancing sword.

The heights are freezing and the shadows are clear! Longsword Lingdu, Dou transforms dragonflies!

A sword swept across, the water waved, the Spirit Springs surged, turned into a curtain ripple, with nine white shadows, interwoven vertically and horizontally, eventually the sword curtain broke, the clear spring turned, turned into an ice sword rain, crossed the void.

“In the end, it's still a little short. ”

A song of piano, the woman in white gently said, slowly open her eyes, with a helpless color at the corner of her mouth, her eyes flashed, the blue light floated, the eyes hegemony, but full of arrogant color.

The woman in white looked over the sky, in a cloud cave, her eyes slightly squinted, muttering:

“The Empire... and I don't know what month it will take to break through the Empire's strong, won't it be hopeless for the rest of your life? Oh, Lord Floating, what can I do to be as powerful as you? ”

The woman in white stretched her hand over the void, but she could not break the sea of the woman's soul. She wanted to compete for the woman's soul initiative, but the end was a failure. In the depths of her sea of knowledge, she had an incredibly intransigent soul, and with the passage of years, her soul was also becoming stronger and stronger. It was already difficult to trap her, but now she can still do it, bring her soul closer to the sea of consciousness, and confine herself firmly.

Nine attempts ended in failure, so the power of her soul can no longer make a breakthrough. As a dragon elephant floating disciple, she must be stronger than anyone, more terrifying than anyone, more knowledgeable than anyone!

“I don't believe it. Today, my nine-spinner voice still won't break your soul barrier. Even with that old stubborn man who doesn't know what age to protect you, I will never let you succeed. ”

The woman in white smiled slightly, the color of self-confidence in the color of the gods, and she, Heran, was the disciple of the dragon elephant float, abducted the woman of Yancheng, Yunggyao!

“Under the Nine Rotates, I see how long you can hold on. ”

Yun Gouyao rushed up directly. At this moment, Yan Duncheng's soul had been stripped like a cocoon by her, forcing her to retreat. Even if the last little soul barrier of Princess Nightingale guarded her spiritual platform, Yun Gouyao still had a way to turn her into herself. However, in that case, it took too long.

This time, however, Yun Gouyao must try it. This is her few opportunities, because not long ago, the master had summoned him to return to the Holy Mountain as soon as possible, so there is not much time left for her.

Nine-spin music is one of Yun Jingyao's best tools, and also the most horrible soul attack, to dissolve Yan Duncheng's soul barrier with the sound of the music, this is the best chance, Yun Jingyao has been waiting for this moment for a long time, this time if the power of Yan Duncheng's soul cannot be fully integrated, then she must break through the power of the Empire's strong soul, and basically declare hopeless.

Yun Jiuyao helped shake up, Qingyun went straight up, Ling Yun Cave, Yan Duncheng end sitting in the stone cave, divine red, face is lean, but there is no sense of crisis at all, but at this moment, her soul adheres to the circle of the square, has already excluded all the power of the soul, Yun Jiuyao wants to merge the soul of Yan Duncheng, more and more difficult.

“I'd like to see how long you can hold on. If it weren't for that man, perhaps your soul would have collapsed, man, a really annoying thing. ”

Yun Gouyao said indifferently, his eyes moved, nine white shadows, time illusioned a white light, not into the mind of Yan Duncheng, for a moment, Yan Duncheng opened his eyes, cold as frost, that kind of cold, even makes people feel very terrible, treating everything, is like no one, like rejecting people a thousand miles away.

“Your strength has grown again. ”

Yunggyao frowned tightly and muttered that her strength had reached the beginning of the realm of the Divine Emperor, but the most horrible thing was her soul, full of the cold and seemingly killer, her own nine-spin music, the power of the nine spirits, even impenetrable, at this time, it was completely impermeable, breaking down her sturdy soul barrier.

“Fucking guy. ”

Yun Jingyao said that her eyes were flickering, and the power of the soul of Yan Duncheng had actually grown to the same level as hers. However, now the power of her soul seemed to be frozen together. The cold and frosty feeling, even Yun Jingyao, was incredible. The power of her soul was constantly growing, but the exclusion of the outside soul was also very strong. In this regard, Yun Jingyao knew that it must be because he wanted to integrate the power of her soul several times that it was the gradually formed soul exclusion.

Yun Gouyao is still immortal, the power of nine souls, constantly impacted Yan Duncheng, but the response was the same: the power of her soul, the power of her soul, even the power of her soul in the late realm of God, is not the same.

“It must be the old woman of Nightingale. Otherwise, the power of her soul would never have been so strong. ”

At this moment, Yungyao's eyebrows were locked, and at this time, she felt an unusual breath, seemingly approaching Mount Jonghua at an extremely horrible rate.

“Who has such a big list to come to my mountain of Jonghua for the wilderness. ”

The corner of Yung-guo's mouth is getting cold, and his eyes are killing him!