Heaven’s Devourer

“Why is Wu Yu so tall?” Qingman dared not go near Su Yan to wait for the disciple, and the disciples of Wangtian Peak stood in the distance. Her little head was squeezing out of the crowd, and she saw this surprise. The little mouth opened and it could be stuffed with eggs.

By contrast, she had been thin and now, if she stood with Wu Yu, she could only reach his belly position.

“Soon it will be his turn to fight. I really don't want him to lose.” The green light looked silently over there, and the white face looked a little nervous.

To her, Wu Yu was like a brother. In fact, she had a brother in the mortal world, because the green light entered the Immortal Gate, so she never saw each other again.

Time passed quickly, not far apart the core disciples of condensation divided the victory, turning to the evening, the cloud fog has dispersed, the sky hangs brilliant evening summer, the Doxiantai is lined with the light of this evening, like an orange long sword, oblique finger sky, while the disciples of Tongtian sword pie are the ants on the Doxiantai.

“Last war, Stu Ming Lang, Wu Yi.” For a short time, when they heard the words of the elder wooden song, they couldn't help but hold their breath. At last, today's climax, almost all of them, are waiting for this suspension to be revealed. The disciples on the Dou Sendai, without reducing the rebound, can clearly feel their nervous hearts beating violently.

“Little brother, don't embarrass my teacher. If I were you, on this one, I'd earn my face back as long as I had my life.” On departure, the Book of Namoshi suddenly became serious and said very solemnly to Wu Yi.

Obviously, because Wu Yi was the supreme teacher a year ago, today there is also the question of the face of the teacher.

“Yes!” At this time, Wu Yu said more uselessly, holding the sharp demon sword of the town, stepped forward, and reached the central battlefield a few steps, and for a time countless eyes focused on him again. After so many years as Prince Dong Wu, he received countless attention. Even in this Immortal Gate, Wu Yu's heart was calm enough.

The Book of Moses, Su Yan's departure, and the glance they were looking forward to.

The disciples in heaven doubted, contemptuous eyes.

Stu's clear hatred, cold eyes.

Above the high ground, Lan Huayin and the elders were high and gazed at!

All eyes, acting on Wu Xiao's body, like countless staring light, burning his body, if it were ordinary people, most afraid of such burning, but Wu Xiao enjoyed it instead, he was an immortal body of Vajra, these burning eyes, let his blood boil!

Now the luminous stone is more concentrated, under the sunset, on that skin, you can see the golden chords, the rolling blood, the golden bones, the golden crystal holes, like the stars in the sky, in the spirit, a Gestapo king, burning in the flames, the red cape dancing in chaos, the hunting sounds!

“Wu Yu! You remember the shame of picking up what I threw away under my crotch that day!” Nasta Ming finally waited for this opportunity to stir up the heart of hatred. Seriously, it was intolerable. His body flashed with thunder and suddenly appeared in front of Wu Yiu's eyes. The power of the monk caused a violent storm between the mountain stones.

“Stu Ming, I killed your brothers that day, but nothing happened. Do you remember that day?” Wu Yi's words were as flat as thunder. In the end, Shi Tu Ming Lang was too tender. This pre-war shouting. Wu Yi had long practiced on the battlefield to get the fire pure and green. As soon as he exited, Shi Tu Ming Lang's original creation of all moods broke apart, leaving only fierce and burning rage.

Boom!

Stu was furious and his disciples felt his horrible magic!

“This Wu Yi, how dare you be so obvious, the supreme protector can still be here...” Many disciples caused a shock wave in their hearts, shocked by Wu Yi's guts.

Wu Huaishan's greatest achievement, as they saw it, was to defeat Yuhuaishan, and Yuhuaishan and Stu Ming were the difference between heaven and earth. I'm afraid at this time, people were just speculating that Wu Yi would be slaughtered by Stu Ming in a few breaths.

“Wu Yu, you're dead. ”

“Today, without the presence of the Pastor, no one can save Wu Yiu under the Pastor's Palace. ”

Basically most people, that's the idea.

At the moment of the agitation of all the people, Stu Ming could not bear it. This young demon was in front of Wu Yu's eyes, pinching the magic trick, suddenly, a magic instrument appeared from him, rushed to the clouds, and his eyes fell into his hands. It was a rigid sword, and the bright toughness was covered with circulating blue light. At the moment of collision, the blue light actually gave birth to a thunderbolt, wrapped around the sword blade, emitted a bursting sound in the blade, the violent power, it made people's scalp numb.

The implicit view is that in the position of the handle of the sword, a thunderbolt symbol is engraved, and that symbol, in absorbing the thunderbolt elements in the heavens and the earth, is transformed like a sword, which seems to be exactly what formed the magic instrument.

Immortals can only use the instrument.

“Thunderblade! ”

When Stu Ming held the thunderbolt in his hands, the thunderbolt wrapped around him. After a while, his long black hair flew in the twinkle of thunderbolt, full of momentum!

Wu Yulung had heard about it. Within a year of his confinement, Stu Ming not only succeeded in condensing, but also built the 'Reign Art'. In the same realm, his combat power was quite counterproductive.

When Stu Ming is in a fetal forging environment, the properties he is more good at should be cold ice and water, but Lan Huayun saw that he also has a certain talent for thunderbolt art, and for the monks, the prior training of thunderbolt art is more lethal and helps fight, so let go of the previous learning and specialize in ’thunderbolt'.

Shh!

Stu Ming suddenly raised his head, those eyes had been thunderous, stared at Wu Yu dead, and without saying a word, directly at Wu Yu to kill him!

“Break your heart! ”

That's Taoism!

One of them held a knife, a sword in one hand, on the way to the completion of the knife, dotted on the thunderbolt, the time seemed to have endless powers, concentrated on the long sword, the lightning thunderbolt on the sword blade increased tenfold, Stu Ming with the power of hegemony, lightning stride, step by step ten, stabbed towards the heart of Wu, if the thunderbolt passed through the heart, it must definitely be dead.

Stu Ming Lang's attack caused a lot of noise. From this scene, he is the best of the twelve, with physical strength.

By comparison, although Wu Yi is tall and gay, condensation is condensation, the combination of Taoism and the instrument, it is simply crushing! The disciples could almost have imagined that this would be a must-kill scene!

“Death!”

There is a guardian sitting in the town, today Stu is very clear, you can kill with confidence! The thunder sword, dressed in heart, the sword has not yet arrived, the bursting thunder has blown up the surrounding stones, causing the earth to ignite, scorching black.

By this moment, the green heart has already mentioned the voice eyes, and the face has become pale...

Wu Yu's counterattack seemed a little powerless. He only held the sword in his hands and swept it across.

“Golden Sky! ”

Shortly after, the "Golden Dragon Slaughter" was displayed in Wu Yu's hand.

When!

A tremendous ear shock, as if the mountain peak collapsed, ten thousand kilograms of iron balls fell from the high altitude, shocked the people's ears buzzing, and the brain was also blank. At this moment, what they saw was that Wu Yi swept across, the flames flew, and the blast hit the thunderbolt, and the time erupted with an inhumane tremendous force, sweeping both Shi Ming Lang and the thunderbolt out of the thirty!

The empty Stu was bright, the town demon sword sparkling in the sunset, and the young man with the golden light flowing all over him... This image made the raven on the battle fairy stage silent, afraid it was a needle landing, all clear and smelly.

Such silence lasted for a long time, until Stu fell on the floor, barely rolling over.

“Er...” Nasta raised his head in horror. The most unbearable part of it was that he was afraid of himself.

From this confrontation, he, who accounted for 99 percent of the chances of winning, actually fell into the downwind. Wu Yi relied on the power of the fetal forged environment to pump himself...

In this situation, the truth can only be described as incredible.

That's right, relying on the blood drops in the monkey's fruit, Wu Yu was bitter day and night, sleepless, and finally, on this day, he stepped into the ninth place of the fetal forged body, reaching the degree of immortality. Previously, he had the power of 3,000 horses. Today, he has soared directly to more than 5,000 horses. The power of flesh alone is far superior to that of Stu.

That's why there will be this amazing sword, smoking Flystok bright, shocking the whole field!

Even the eyes of Blue Huayin trembled, her eyes slightly changed, maybe at this time she understood why the wind and snow cliff took care of Wu Yi.

Of course, Wu Yan was not proud. He was not considered an opponent before. Now he has experienced bitterness. With his heart, he is afraid to enter into a state of frantic slaughter. Therefore, it seems that this is the time when the real battle begins!

If not, Stu clearly bit his lip bleeding, then erected a thunderbolt sword, his left hand stretched out two fingers, affixed to the thunderbolt sword, his angry eyes looked at the sky, his feet stepped on a subtle step, his mouth drank: “The heavens are vast, the fairies are on top, rolling the thunderbolt, the sword is leading! ”

One time, the sky was dim, the flying sandstone walked away. When it was truly a fairy, it was such a means of manipulating the wind and cloud. Wu Yi shook up his head, only to see the cloud fog on the day. One time, it turned dark, and there was a thunderous explosion. Suddenly, he saw a bowl of coarse thunderbolts, which appeared on the cloud, hiding the killing machine of the inevitable!

“The Art of Thunder wants you to have no bones! ”

In the changing wind and cloud, the corner of Stu's bright mouth revealed a slight cold smile. The thunderbolt had pointed to Wu Yi.