Dragon Prince Yuan

Huge fractures run through the mountain forests, and the mountains along the way collapse at all costs. Throughout the heavens and the earth, that path is almost stuck looking at the scene.

The atmosphere is silent.

If Ningmao was knocked down by Zhou Yuan, people could understand that it was caused by Zhou Yuan deliberately indicating that the enemy was weak, but now this scene is a bit of a reversal of their perception.

Ningmao's killing tactic is almost the strongest attack to the best of his ability. Faced with these attacks, even those of the same rank will not dare to deplore the sharp.

However, who can imagine that the Zhou Yuan not only did not retreat, but chose the most barbaric way to smash Ningmao's strongest means apart in an incomparable posture.

Looking at the last collapsed mountain in the distance, Ning Mo's figure was buried in it, the previous Zhou Yuan punch was enough to bomb a strong man in the early ninth heaven.

Silence is half-witted, and when those eyes in the heavens and the earth return to the circumference, they are already filled with great consternation and fear.

At this time, they only came to the complete understanding of why the Zhou Yuan in front of them clearly appeared to be too much of the original Seven Heavenly Strength, but could become the chief of the Xuanzheng Sect.

Between the valleys, the Golden Medal and many other disciples of the Cangxuan sect also looked at the scene with some shock. Although they knew Zhouyuan's strength was not weak, they also did not expect that he could directly destroy a chief of the temple and defeat it like a decay...

You know, the source gas cultivation of Naningmao is, likewise, to reach the breakdown of ten thousand, so made, among their seven chiefs of the Xuanzheng sect, is enough to rank high.

“I had no idea that after the baptism of Kowloon, his strength had reached such a level.” The eyes of the Golden Medal are somewhat complex, and the circumference at this time is obviously much stronger than at the Source Pool Festival.

The other disciples, more so in their eyes, appeared in awe.

And the disciples of the Sacred Palace, for a time, were ugly, obviously some hard to believe that Ning Mo would actually lose so miserably in the hands of the chief of the Xuanzheng Zong.

Especially the chief named Wang Yuan, he was stunned for a moment before he woke up from the scene in front of him, immediately after his face became extremely gloomy.

But for those eyes, the circumference is the peak of the collapsed mountain with no fluctuations in eyes, where the source gas fluctuations of Ningmao have weakened to the extreme, but there should be a breath left.

So Zhou Yuan took a step, obviously intending to take his life while he was ill.

Boom!

However, just as he stepped out, suddenly a fierce and unmatched sharp sound burst into the air, a black light whistled down with an astonishing source, and his head smashed.

The black light has not yet fallen, and the ground beneath your feet has collapsed.

Zhou Yuan stopped, his eyes slightly condensed, his palm grasped, the Tian Yuan pen flashed out, tilting up.

Boo!

The sound of gold and iron rose and sparks were scattered.

A violent ripple storm swept away, surrounding the ancient trees, and was stopped and swept away.

Zhou Yuan's body trembled, his eyes raised, and he saw the object that collided hard with the Tian Yuan pen. It was actually a black iron stick, on the iron stick, engraved with the ancient source pattern.

And on the other side of that black iron stick, is the head of that holy palace called Wang Yuan.

The eyes of both of them met each other, and there was a murderous surge.

“Boy, you are such a dare to do such a heavy job!” Wang Yuan's eyes were cold and drinkable.

Zhou Yuan's previous counterattack was too rapid, so even he could not save him. Ningmao was severely injured by Zhou Yuan.

The corner of Zhou Yuan's mouth raised an irony and said: "Do I have to pay my respects to your chief if you holy palaces dare to kill the disciples of my Lord Xuan sect? ”

Wang Yuan said in a shady tone: “What a big tone, what do you think you are?! ”

He grabbed the iron bars in his palms, over his arms, with the black source gas flowing up, a loud drink, the iron bars were again heavily smashed down, such a noise, even a mountain, would be crushed by one of its bars.

Zhou Yuan, however, was completely fearless. Tian Yuan penned into black light, black pen and black stick, directly in that few breaths heavily bombarded hundreds of rounds.

The surrounding environment, directly under the confrontation of the two, was torn apart as many times as possible.

Boo!

On the last strike, the Zhouyuan and Wang Yuan were both reflexed and backfired.

When the disciples of the Holy Palace saw this scene, their hearts were slightly heavy. When they saw Wang Yuan's wrath, they were still hoping that Wang Yuan could defeat the chief of Qianxuanzong mightily and restore some face to their Holy Palace. But what they did not expect was that even Wang Yuan's hand did not seem to achieve much upper wind.

You know, of their ten chiefs in the Holy Palace, Wang Yuan has been able to rank fourth, stronger than Ningmao, ranked fifth!

Wang Yuan's iron stick was heavily inserted on the ground, drawing a deep mark. His eyes stared at Zhouyuan in shadow. He had already felt the strength of the latter at the moment of the previous confrontation.

Zhou Yuan's source gas was repaired to be no weaker than his.

“The source gas stars in my Qi Dynasty have condensed to 12,000. The boy in front of me is clearly only the rank of the Seven Heavens. Why is it so thick?!” There is some uncertainty in Wang Yuan-eye that, as far as he knows, even the Son of their Sacred Palace seems to have rarely been able to reach such a source in the Seven Heavens.

When Wang Yuan attacked Zhou Yuan, in the valley, the gold medallion also swept out, standing in the void, the source stroke pen in his hand flashed, with many source marks hidden, Tiger gaze locked Wang Yuan.

Locked by the two chiefs, Wang Yuan's eyebrows were also wrinkled, which made him aware that today's situation, their holy palace, had fallen into the downwind.

So he waved when he had the chance.

The many holy palace disciples that surrounded the valley, although a little unhappy, eventually retreated.

Several disciples landed on that crumbling mountain and dug out the ink, by which time the latter had long passed out, covered in blood and a large piece of chest collapsed.

Breathing between the nostrils becomes extremely weak.

Seeing as that, whether you live or not is a problem.

Wang Yuan also saw the state of Ning Mo. When his face was even more gloomy, he stared at Zhouyuan in the shade and slowly said: "Son, you've caused a great disaster. ”

“Really?” Zhou Yuan smiled slightly.

“If Ningmao dies in your hands, I will make you pay!” Wang Yuan's word for word.

“Fuck you?” The heavenly pen in Zhou Yuan's hand lifted, pointing to Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan sneered, "You do have some strength, but don't be proud, son. This area is my sanctuary, unfortunately I tell you that besides the two of us, the head of my sanctuary blood temple is also here. ”

“Blood Temple Chief?” Fan Xin? ”

When Zhou Yuan heard the name, there was no movement. Instead, the gold medallion in the middle of the sky changed sharply, so he hastily preached to Zhou Yuan: “The demon ranked third among the top ten chiefs of the Holy Palace, his strength is much stronger than this Ningmao and Wang Yuan! Extremely tricky! ”

Zhou Yuan's eyes fluctuated slightly, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, not because of the so-called Fan demon, but because of why the Holy Palace actually had three chiefs gathered in the area.

“Are these guys coming for the six-color treasure?” Zhou Yuan's mind passed this thought.

Wang Yuan looked at the golden medal that had changed colourfully, and said coldly: “I advise you, if it is intellect, to get the hell out of this area, or you people will be ready to never leave when Fan Xin does. ”

When his voice dropped, he swept Zhou Yuan once again, his palms waved, and he ran away.

“Go!”

“Kid called Zhou Yuan, run away like a bereavement dog. I'll see you next time. I want you to know what happens to my sanctuary! ”

In that tsunami, Wang Yuan quickly retreated with many disciples of the Sacred Palace. Apparently, he was also wise and aware of the current situation, and they could no longer gain any advantage.

And no other measures have been taken by the Zhou Yuan for their departure, and the people of the Holy Palace are not weak. If a complete war is waged here, both sides will inevitably pay a considerable price.

But in that distance, there are other forces hiding in the dark, and if they show weakness, I'm afraid those people and horses will move.

However, regardless of the harsh words of Wang Yuan, anyone can see that their retreat appears to be a somewhat greasy gesture.

And in the valley, the many Cangxuan disciples are all cheering.

Further afield, those parties also groaned that the previous situation, which had fallen on the side of the Xuanzheng sect, had fallen, but who could have imagined that when the chief of the Saint Yuan Peak appeared, the situation had suddenly reversed.

Looking at the far side of the mountain forest, though young, has its own vibrant figure, and those who are strong on all sides are exclaimed.

“Unexpectedly, the fallen Saint Yuan Peak of the Xuanzheng Sect has now come out of this character...”