Dragon-Marked War God

Riverside, Xuanfeng Sect!

At the top of the mountains, a middle-aged man in green clothes proudly stood on the lonely peak, worried in his heart, his mind turned, his eyes looked deep into the void, and he didn't know what to think.

At this moment, Xuan Qing's underface is very heavy and extremely harsh. At this time, Xuan Feng Sect has also become windy and rainy. Several of the surrounding sects have been severely damaged in succession. Almost all the connections are completely destroyed, erasing all existence. The wind of disaster will not know when to scratch its own side. Xuan Feng Sect is also estimated to be in bad luck.

More and more Sects, already threatened with death, do not know when to hope to see the sun again, now the entire critical river boundary is endangered, they do not know when to suffer the extinction disaster, many people have begun to seek a way of life, because this wind of disaster, do not know when to scratch their side, take away, will only be more and more lives.

Xuanfeng Sect is now at the center of the wind of disaster, even more and more people in the sect have begun to panic, some people are ready to leave the sect, Xuanfeng Sect is the most difficult place in the whole critical river boundary, even more people want to leave in order to avoid the scourge of extinction.

Xuanqing looked at the Great River Mountain of Xuanfeng Sect for thousands of miles. He couldn't help but shush. With his strength, how could he resist this wind of disaster that he didn't know where to scratch from? Even the mightier kingdoms had disappeared without a trace, so that he would only become more and more difficult and could perish at any moment, and the whole kingdom would be destroyed, not impossible.

In the eyes of Xuanqing, there is a cold light. If XuanFengzong is counted as one of the two main gates in the whole critical river boundary, his strength has reached the peak of the realm of the Divine King. Almost all such forces can be said to be drought enemies in the whole critical river boundary, but even the Lord of the Nine Realms is not listening, so Xuanqing's meditation is still a bit of a shriek. Perhaps this power is shocked by the Lord of the Nine Realms.

“Brother Xuan, you have been here for three days, look at your thoughts, this crisis, do not know when you will be able to pass, do not know why there will be mysterious powerful people to kill the critical river boundary so much. ”

A low voice appeared in Xuan Qingzhou's ear. It was precisely Jiangzhenhai, the face of Jiangzhenhai, he also knew the current situation, quite difficult, Xuanfengzhengzong deep in the water, did not even know who the next affected person at the critical river boundary would be, what means they would use.

“We don't know if we can survive this time. It's too dangerous. ”

Xuan Qing is full of emotion, bitter mouth is difficult to stop. As the Lord of the family, Xuan Fengzong's life and death is his most worrying thing. The heavens will fall to the Si people, Xuan Qing's eyes are deep, so hot, even a thousand swords, what is there to fear?

“Now we can only hope that this wind of distress will cross us, this mysterious act of mystery, an unmatched mystery, but not all the parishioners will be victimized. Rest assured that the Lord of Xuan, now Xuan Feng Sect, is also my home in Jiangzhenhai. I will surely be the guardian of death. We Xuan Feng Sect are not the ones to be bullied, hahahahahaha. ”

Jiang Zhenhai laughed and said that his sense of humor made Xuanqing meditation extremely important. Like his child Jiangdust, both of them are frank hearts and minds. They are in no way inflammatory influencers. Even in the face of such difficulty, Jiang Zhenhai can smile correctly, it is really admirable. But in the end, if he is not in his position, if he is not in his position, then perhaps happiness will not be so simple.

But nowadays, Jiangzhenhai is much stronger than his strength. He has reached the rank of divine honor. Jiangdu's heavenly creation of Dan, the fruit is incredibly powerful. This makes Xuan Qingmeditation all sigh. He has such a good son, he is indeed quite good.

Today, the strength of Jiangzhenhai, in the whole Xuanfeng sect, is the strongest existence, it has become the presence of too many elders, but Jiangzhenhai has never had any shelves, between his favorite lover, playing with the water in the mountains, and practicing easily, but has reached the realm of divine dignity, Xuanqingmeditation knows that this is completely incomparable.

Xuanqing muttered in the heart, if it is Jiangdu, it is estimated that the current situation will not be as bad as it is now. The people's hearts are frightened, and all of us will be related.

“Shattered bones are not afraid to stay clean! ”

Xuan Qingzhou said seriously that he would never lower his eyebrows. If this war really came to the head of Xuan Feng Sect, he would certainly resist death.

People die lighter than Hongmao or heavier than Tarzan. He does not want the name of Qing History, but he wants to deserve it.

The wind and rain are coming, the wind is full, the burden on Xuanqing's body is already getting heavier.

“Tell the Patriarch, Brother Yang Jian is back! ”

A close-fitting disciple with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Let's go. Let's go to the hall. ”

Xuan Qing had a happy face and nodded slightly.

“No, Master, I'm here already. ”

A blue figure, wind and electricity, turned into a stream of light, wind and drink.

A man in blue, with no double temperament, with a flashing fine light in his eyes, and a hegemonic side leak. At this time, Yang Jian, his strength has reached the half-step divine dignity, and he is actually Xuan Qingmeditation, all without any difference.

“Good apprentice, haha, good apprentice. ”

Xuan Qingzhou said with great comfort. At this time, Yang Jian is already Qing out of blue, and even stronger than his own strength, so that Xuan Qingzhou can be incredibly happy. This is the greatest joy. For Xuan Fengzong, it is worth celebrating.

“Afterlife is daunting. ”

Jiang Zhenhai nodded, seeing Yang Jian, his eyes became a lot softer, even some missed his son Jiang Du, didn't know where he was, whether or not he knew people were warm and full of memories. The child's mother was worried, and Jiangzhenhai was the father and mother.

“Jiang Lao. ”

Yang Jian bowed down slightly and said.

“The waves behind the Yangtze River rush forward, the waves are stronger than the waves. Ha ha. My heart is very comforting. ”

Xuanqing took a long sigh of relief. Despite the imminent distress at this time, Yang Jiantu returned, and his heart was full of comfort. Today, his strength has surpassed himself, and his master has emerged from Xuanfeng sect. This is the pride and glory of his life.

“Master taught well, Yang Jian will never forget. At this time, I heard that the wind and rain of the critical river are shaking. I fear only Xuan Feng Sect is in trouble. Yang Jian dared not be lazy. He returned day and night, only to guard Xuan Feng Sect, and all died. ”

Yang Jian knelt down on one knee, even if his strength is higher than Xuanqing's, he still adheres to the master's grace and kneels heavily on the ground.