Martial God Space

Mu Leng stopped Jian Wuchen, and Jian Wuchen stood on his back. He was plainly dressed, but his face was light but expressionless. Qi Yuxuan, if he didn't know the origin of his sword slave, I'm afraid no one would see it.

This posture of leaps and bounds is definitely a hero of the Chinese people!

"Keep off!" Jian Wuchen didn't talk much, but it was enough sword tactics. For the eighth prince, he had no good feelings, but he could not ignore the disciples of Liuyun City.

Coordinating with the eighth prince was nothing more than the order of the Shimen. He glanced at the two who had battled with Ye Xiwen. Ye Xiwen showed no signs of falling into the wind. If he hits like this, I am afraid I don’t even know the year of the monkey. The disciples in the Great Blood Saving Spirit Formation, since they can't do it, they can only do it by themselves.

"Impossible!" Muling said lightly, glancing over Ye Xiwen and seeing that Ye Xiwen was not falling down, so he was relieved.

Both of them are not very talkative, and since they can't talk, they just go ahead.

The sword's dustless long sword instantly spotted a little cloud in the sky, flowed across the sky, and cut through the sky. Jianguang seemed to squeeze out a flow cloud broken sky figure, and fell down.

Jian Wuchen was ruthless, and did not keep his hands at all.

At the same time, Mu Leng also shot. They are all practicing kendo, but they are obviously different from Jian Wuchen's elegant and chic kendo, and there is no gloomy feeling brought by the cultivation of corpse, but a vast and mighty, Upright, this is another kind of upright road.

The strong breath of both sides made many disciples watching the battle tremble. Although the two men did not fight fiercely with Ye Xiwen, the battle damage was not too great. After all, they were only one layer apart. It’s unimaginable. Except for chatting with a few people, it’s the best on Wanxian Island today. Who dares to underestimate them.

"Boom!" The sword qi of the two sides slammed together, Liu Yun, Huang Quan slammed together.

Jian Wuchen is a rare wizard who has been seen for a hundred years in Liuyun City. He can walk from a sword slave to his current status. Is his talent and effort waiting, but Mu Leng is not waiting for leisure. adversary.

The sword qi on both sides directly compresses a picture, which has already realized the sword intention, and the sword intention has been exerted to the extreme, very terrible.

The sword intentions of the two sides were entangled in a trace, devouring each other, erasing each other. This is a terrible artistic competition.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The fierce battle between the two sides may not be as good as that of Ye Xiwen, but the real intensity is not worse.

Jian Wuchen wanted to rescue his disciples back to Yuncheng, and Muling agreed to Ye Xiwen, and never let anyone make trouble.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

In the blood-spirit formation, the evil blood god above is nailing the disciples to the ground one by one.

Mu Youlan on the side was very happy with a smile, while commanding a large formation to crucify the disciples of the Overlord Party and the Ten Thousand Leagues, but his heart was unusually cheerful, and he felt a sense of exasperation.

After knowing that the two major alliances are going to fight against the Blood Spirit League, almost everyone is not optimistic about the Blood Spirit League. It is only a matter of time before the blood Spirit League is overthrown. At most, Ye Xiwen's shot may save the Blood Spirit League, But as a generation of arrogance, how can he be reconciled, if not the Eighth Prince had inherited the Sixiangmen, the cultivation practices of several people should be similar now.

Mu Youran smiled a little bit evil, after this campaign, who dare to underestimate their blood spirit alliance.

"boom!"

Bahuang's spear pierced the universe sky, and the terrifying gas machine firmly locked Ye Xiwen to the world, like a devil.

"Qiao!" Wan Chengyao's long knife instantly cut out the dazzling knife, and the endless light blew out.

Two terrible attacks instantly killed Ye Xiwen. In the eyes of everyone, Ye Xiwen would definitely not be able to withstand it. Such an attack would be able to withstand one, not to mention two.

The sky collapsed, the air waves flew, and directly flattened countless trees.

"Boom!" Ye Xiwen's long knife burst into a golden dragon and rushed up.

The terrible air waves swept through and was a terrifying collision, but Ye Xiwen didn't even move, and such aftermath had no effect on him at all, knowing that his strength is too terrible, especially the domineering body , Extremely arrogant body, this is the fundamental strength of Ye Xiwen dared to deal with two people.

"Go away!" Compared with the eight princes' enthusiasm for killing Ye Xiwen, Wan Chengyao cares more about the disciples of the Wanzhen League. If the disciples of the Wanzhen League are dead, then he really becomes a Alone.

At last he exploded completely, and Daoman was like a sea, shoveling towards Ye Xiwen, and pressing down.

The blade is like a wave, sweeping toward Ye Xiwen layer by layer, and the eighth prince next to him is also cooperating to stab the spear out of defense, as if it were a dragon in the wave, sometimes emptied, and sometimes submerged in the wave Below, it was terrible.

In Ye Xiwen's eyes, the killing intentions are vertical and horizontal, which is even more killing for these two people.

If Wan Chengyao's blade is like a wave, then Ye Xiwen's long sword is breaking the waves, and let him sweep the endless waves of waves, Ye Xiwen just cut it out flatly.

At this time, Ye Xiwen’s body gold body fully demonstrated the terrible combat power. The golden real body was boiling, like a golden god of war, standing still in the mad waves, like a hard rock in the sea, Let him tide the wave countless times and never want to shake Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen knew that this was not the most tragic time yet, and his bully body had not yet been fully released.

"Really alone in two masters alone!"

"And the wind doesn't fall at all, Ye Xiwen is too scary!"

"If you fight like this, I'm afraid Ye Xiwen will really become famous in one battle!"

"It's too early!" the Warhawk watching the battle said lightly. "This is just the beginning, and it's not too bad to die!"

Ji Mingyue and Wang Ziwei also nodded. Their eyes are naturally incomparable to that of ordinary people.

"Although there are not many people in the Da Yue Kingdom this time, there are a lot of elites. Whether it is the eight princes, Ye Xiwen or Jian Wuchen, or Yan Shaobo and Mu Youran, they are all called elites!" Warhawk said something strangely This time, there are indeed not many people from the Da Yue Kingdom, that is, a hundred people, especially Yi Yuanzong and even two or three kittens, but there are many elites.

As the war eagle said, Ye Xiwen and several people are fighting when they reach the most intense stage.

The long sword in Ye Xiwen's hand chopped out sword after sword, and the fluctuation of the law was faintly faint, and Ye Xiwen slowly revealed his hole cards.

Each knife will be transformed into a picture roll, and it will crush the past. This is the most ruthless crush of the knife, the competition of the mood.

"Qiao!"

"boom!"

A picture scroll suppressed and turned into the most terrifying blade.

The eighth prince and Wan Chengyao also exerted all their strength, and all the means of pressing the bottom of the box were used. Wan Chengyao's blade pressed down the endless stars, forming a sea of ​​stars, and the pressure of life fell down and collapsed. day.

The Eighth Prince's spear pierced an endless army of expeditions, the emperor swept the world, and no one could ignore his terrible.

"boom!"

The air waves swept through, and in the most important places, even the atoms were cracked by the terrible collision and bombarded to form a cloud of mushrooms, which burst into a terrible light.

Ye Xiwen's hair was flying wildly in the violent wind, and the long knife in his hand ran across the sky with a terrible knife, and he slammed into the other's knife and gun.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The aftermath of the attacks from both sides could sweep everything, sweep the mountains, and even the universe collapsed.

The two sides finally started to reach the stage of fiery.

Everyone looked at them in a dazzling sight, but I didn't expect to see such a battle. Compared with the masters of the same rank, these three people didn't know where the brute force was.

This is a rare opportunity. After this opportunity, there may be no such opportunity.

The waves of air rolled out circle by circle, and the force of terror struck the sky, creating a scene like the end of the world and swept away.

And this time, the battle finally reached the most tragic time.

"When!" Ye Xiwen slashed onto the spear pierced by the eighth prince, and the terrible power surged out instantly, even a small mountain peak would be razed.

Immediately afterwards, a long sword resembled a deep-sea dragon, breaking through the sky instantly, sweeping across, suppressing the world, and chopping onto Ye Xiwen.

"Pomp!" Splashing out with golden blood, this knife almost didn't cut Ye Xiwen in half, Ye Xiwen quickly retreated all the way, bursting back dozens of feet to see to avoid this terrorist attack .

"Are you finally going to start a life-and-death fight after being injured?" a disciple shouted excitedly.

Wan Chengyao roared loudly as if a mountain had fallen down for a hundred lives, with boundless power, rippling up and down, and straight down towards Ye Xiwen.

This is unreasonable. If he caught Ye Xiwen's flaws, he must be completely slain.

"Dead, no one can save you today!" The eighth prince sneered, his spear like a dragon, swept up a terrible storm, turned into a ball of light, and swept away towards Ye Xiwen.

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