Dragon-Marked War God

Huang Qiao stared at the river dust, the corner of his mouth pulled a faint smile, his eyes filled with killing intentions. At this moment, he was no longer going to leave any room for this guy, killing him, extinguishing Xuanfeng sect, the boundary of the river, for his Zhongxing sect, it was just a big thing.

“It seems you have no idea how difficult your situation is, so speak with strength. ”

Huang Xuan moved in his hand, a crying blood magic gun, held tight in his hand, the gun pointed straight at Jiangdu, Jiangdu smiled coldly, held Tianlong sword, arrogantly stood, the tattoo thread did not move.

“Give me your life! ”

Huang Huanzheng drank angrily, the shadow of the gun was all over the void, the kind of god that destroyed the heavens and the earth, the world was like no other, all the people of the Xuanfeng sect, their faces were covered with shadow.

“Looks like Brother Jiang Dun won too much this time. ”

“Isn't this guy horrible? How the hell did Brother Jiang Dun offend this guy? Isn't that terrible? ”

“It's hard to say, I'm sure Brother Jiang Dun won't be too embarrassed if he loses. ”

“Please, give Brother Jiang Dun some confidence. ”

Everyone hopes that Jiangdust will become stronger, protect Xuan Fengzong and become their unique patron saint.

Ruthless gunshadow, flying and dancing, Huang Xiao is like the god of war of Geshi, above the void, almost completely sealed the path of the river dust, now the river dust is nowhere to be found, as if facing the shadow of 100,000 gunshadow, has given up, as if facing death.

But at this moment, Jiangdu smiled lightly, the sword in his hand, finally moved, that kind of horrible apparition, the sword past, deafening, like a ripping mountain peak, a sword out, the yellow plume was directly shocked away, infinite gun shadow, turned into a fog in the sky, completely dissipated, dissipated over the void, that scene, everyone was all silent, breathing incredibly heavy, the sword of Jiangdust, it was just too stunning, even to find his figure, under the shadow of the sky, turned into a raw sword shadow, shadowed thorns, destroyed all illusions, the shadow extinguished, the sword shadow replaced, the sword of Jiangdust, has crossed the sky, the sword will come down.

The wind of the sword, the colour of the heavens and the earth, the momentum of the sword, the wind and cloud, the gun in the hands of Huang Xiao, before falling, has been struck by the river and dust.

Huang Xiao's face was incredibly white, shocked, between his low head, the magic gun in his hand had left his hand, Jiangdu's sword shadow, had also fallen on his chest.

Wow...

Though many people have overestimated the strength of Jiangdu, it was not expected that Jiangdu, the sword, was the ultimate power.

A sword to defeat the emperor!

Huang Xuan is a little suffocating, a little painful, a little complicated, and even some of the facial changes are elusive even to himself. Did you lose like this? He's the greatest genius ever met in 100,000 years of Zhongxing Zong? Ten thousand years of closure, breaking through the realm of the Divine Emperor, arrogant among the herds of males, became above the divine soil of Zhongzhou, the venerable son of genius. He is a precious disciple held in his hand by the elders of the Sect. How can he lose? How could he lose?

All this is constantly changing in Huang Zheng's mind. He once went to the ghost land alone, invincible, besides me! He was proud of many geniuses and became the only one among the demons, but today, he failed to give a corner of the world to come out of the river and dust, a piece of garbage that he should have stepped on at his feet, all of which seemed so unreal, so smothering.

“Zhongxingzheng, I will step on it, but killing you is pointless, I want you to see it with your own eyes, Zhongxingzheng, in my hands, when you will die. ”

Jiang Dun smiled slightly, but for Huang Xiao, it was a great insult, even more painful than killing him.

That was a naked insult. He crossed the Divine State and defeated the North in his hand. The sword is so powerful, he can't understand it now. How could this guy be so strong? Now Jiangdust doesn't kill him, to get him back to Zhongxing sect, he actually wants to step on Zhongxing sect vengeance, to avenge this group of ants on the critical river boundary? For Huang Xiao, it was a dream, but his indifference, deeply sting every nerve of Huang Xiao, in any case, he was already a defeat of Jiangdu's men.

Huang Zheng clasped his fist tightly, which was even more painful than killing him directly. Huang Zheng's face burst with blues and shade like water. Today, he was doomed to defeat the boundary of the river.

“The shame of the day is on my heart. ”

Huang Zheng turned around and turned into a ray of light, because he had no guts to stay here, and staying here would only make more people laugh at the rubbish of his imperial realm.

This sword of Jiangdu almost defeated all the confidence of Huang Xuan. After so many years of pride, it also broke and smoke dissipated. It can be said that Jiangdu used the most vicious method to shoot Huang Xuan down the altar without any means at all. It has already caused this arrogant and overwhelming genius to suffer countless criticisms.

“Win? Brother Jiang Dun won. Ha ha ha ha, our Xuan Feng Zong has been saved. ”

I don't know who shouted, almost drove the whole Xuanfeng sect, countless people cried with joy, countless people looked at their brothers Jiangdu, couldn't help but worship, the arrogance of the top of the heavenly dome, it is difficult for them to reach for the rest of their lives.

Xuan Feng Zong was saved, Jiang Dust became the only life-saving straw of Xuan Feng Zong, drove everyone away, slaughtered those heartless executioners, Xuan Feng Zong no one was killed or injured, this moment is the pride of all of them.

“Jiangdust, what a dust! ”

Xuan Qing said with great comfort, inside this fluctuation, waves of difficulty, if there is no river dust, Xuan Fengzong would have been razed to the ground, no survival, if there is no river dust, Zongmen Road system, there will be no survival, if there is no river dust, how can they talk about joke here, if there is no river dust...

Yang Jian and the handsome were both sighing, but they had a joy that was difficult to conceal. The joy was that Xuanfeng Zong was saved, and the sigh was that the shadow of the river and dust was always hard for them to hope for their necks. Once was, now is.

“When are we going to be able to compete with Jiangdu? ”

Yang Jian smiled bitterly.

“There will be such a day, I firmly believe. ”

He was quite handsome and had long since set Jiangdust as his own goal.

“I don't believe it. Ha-ha-ha. ”

Yang Jian laughed outrageously, making the handsome time look incredibly ugly, glaring at Yang Jian.

No one can know how terrible Jiangdust is. Just as no one knows when Jiangdust will return, the moment he returns to Xuanfengzong, it gives everyone a hundred times more confidence.

The Zongmen flag, the wind, the river and dust, like a god, cannot be desecrated and become an unparalleled existence of the Xuanfeng Sect.