Dragon-Marked War God

Everyone was in full swing, and although they could not enter the sword plot to watch the battle, their excitement was hard to hide.

Taking into account the enemies of Jiangdu and Juntian, outside Wan Jiancheng, a total of eight people reached the realm of the Divine Emperor, followed the elders of the sword draw sect and entered the sword draw sect, because only these people are their ultimate enemies.

At the beginning of the five divine emperors' kingdoms, there was also a power in the middle of the divine emperor's kingdom. Similar to Juntian's enemies, Jiangdu did not find anything unusual about this man, a silver hair, a silver coat of attack, a pair of silver eyes, cold eyes, very indifferent. He was more low-key than anyone else, silent, silent, silent, only to follow the elder Drawing Sword Zong, and a pedestrian quietly entered Ten Thousand Sword City.

Weiwei mountains, entering Wan Jiancheng, only opened the fog to see its true face, the river dust eyes slightly glanced at the closed mountains, there was a juxtaposition of laws everywhere, it was an unparalleled array of heavens.

Mountain Gate is magnificent, about 100 yuan tall, green dragon circle, flying crane, full of heavenly flowers and rain, the face of the river and dust is incredibly heavy, the nine high mountain peaks reveal the majesty and adventure everywhere, and above the most central mountain peak, is a magnificent palace, the great hall of immortality fog, hidden in the cloud fog.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats in the sword court where I draw swords. ”

Drawing the sword, the elder smiled and stepped first into the sword court nine days above.

Beneath the Sword Court, the Sword Drawing Sect Mountain Gate regained its grandeur, with countless disciples, tens of millions, even more spectacular.

With a sword, Jiangdust saw these young men with wind, he couldn't help but think of himself. Now he is already filled with endless emotions. He can't help but have some shrieking colors. To get to this point, Jiangdust's strength and luck are also indispensable.

Yan Duncheng followed the side of the river and dust, and the backstroke attracted the attention of many people. Especially Juntian Vengeance. He was extremely eye-warming to Yan Duncheng. The people around him couldn't help but notice. Because Yan Duncheng City was so beautiful, especially its cold and frosty face, like a high queen, it was visionary and not profane.

And her strength, which is also extremely powerful, makes people afraid to underestimate.

“We meet again. ”

Jiangdu looked at the Sutra Sutra, but the Sutra Sutra Sutra, but the corner of the mouth was a bit bitter, I didn't know what to say for a while.

“Your strength strikes me a little. ”

Jiangdu glanced at Yantai Jing.

“Are you here to humiliate me? ”

Jingtai took a deep breath and whispered.

“Oh, you've been thinking too much, you're not worth the humiliation I went to, and since we left there, we've been through this. ”

Jiangdu shook his head and said.

“Two clear? Is it really clear? ”

Yuntai asked herself, she knew that she owed money to the river and dust, and it was difficult to repay it for life.

Jiang Dun has saved herself several times, that kind of grace, although she will not forget, she will not be able to repay it at all. Perhaps one day she will have such an opportunity.

“I owe you from the Sutra, and I will never forget it. This time, I'll spare your life if I can confront you. ”

After Jingtai finished hiding, she turned around and left. The divine color was calm and the posture was thousands. She and Yan Duncheng were considered to be the ultimate dual pride above the Sword Drawing Sect. The same cold as frost, the same insignificant laughter.

Ying Tai Jing did not know the geometry of the thoughts in Jiang Du's heart, but she could not kill Jiang Du's killer. She was never such a ruthless person, she was just forced to do nothing, and not everyone could laugh proudly and carelessly. Only by standing at the top of the gods will we pitch the majesty of life.

Turning around, Yin Tai Jing Jing and Yan Tincheng's eyes blended together. Yan Tincheng was also quite astonished. He could not see the woman next to Yan Tincheng's body. Was she so powerful?

Jiang Dun shook his head with a smile. It seems that the Sutra Sutra is full of confidence in herself, able to break through the realm of the Divine Empire, and with such great determination and conviction, this time the Sutra Sutra Sutra is likely to really become his opponent. This woman has never revealed herself in the mountains, even though she left the demise of the sea floor.

“She felt a little guilty about you, a little helpless, even… a little in love. ”

Yan Tincheng said softly.

“Favorite? Cut it out, huh? ”

Jiangdu watched Yancheng incredibly.

“Believe it or not. ”

When Yan Tincheng finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, but he made Jiangdu laugh bitterly. The cold woman like a piece of ice will love herself? Isn't that Tianfang Night Tan?

Jiang Dun doesn't believe in Yan Chencheng's words, women's words are absolutely not credible, let alone now Yan Chencheng? She said this entirely on her own initiative.

“The Emperor is Lord of the Sword Drawing Sect, Kentong! My friends, welcome to my sword draw sect. It really makes my sword draw sect flourish. Ha-ha-ha. ”

First, a middle-aged man, dressed in gorgeous clothes, angry Yuxuan, hegemonic side-leaking, slowly stood up, smiling, an invisible deterrent, not angry arrogant, hegemonic in the eyes, making everyone afraid of its sharp.

Lord Draw Sword, that is the most powerful man with great status over the whole of Zhongzhou divine soil! Jiang Dun couldn't help but shush some. In front of the real strong, his strength was obviously not enough. At least this sword-drawing lord let Jiang Dun know that his strength is likely to be far from good. Even if he fought to death, it may not be a good result.

Though he did not exert pressure on everyone, his oppression is hard to breathe. This is the strength of the strong, without pressure, without perforation, it is defensible.

Even the vengeance of the emperor, the Sutra Sutra, at this time, was not dared to make a single creation at all. After all, in front of Jiantang, they were not afraid enough.

Needless to say, the eight swordmasters must be the middle-class grindstones of the sword draw sect. This time, the selection of swordmasters is a top priority, and no one dares to underestimate them.

“Boom! Boom! Bang!”

A mutiny of flesh and blood attracted the attention of all, outside the hall, two figures, had been hitting here from outside Wan Jiancheng, completely flesh-fighting, no light, no spiritual power, some just the fiercest and most primitive impact.