The God of War Challenging Heaven

His steps were relaxed and slow, but he shrunk directly into inches, winking a few times, and came to the East Palace to give him thirty lengths to open and stand still.

The name of this person is Duan Cheng.

“Now, what's in your heart? ”

In the indifferent eyes of the East Palace, a slight glimpse of confusion passed.

“There are 10,000 grass horses on the run. ”

Duan Cheng smiled and said faintly.

“Ha ha, well said! ”

With this remark by Duan Cheng, outside the field, a burst of laughter flashed.

Even Dongzhi, dressed in red armor, couldn't help it.

Facing the scene, that unscrupulous mockery, the Orient Palace gave rise to no slight anger, still just standing there quietly, said faintly: “Your abusive words are fresh and creative. ”

“Bastard, die! ”

After leaving the phrase "10,000 grass and mud horses are on the run”, he stopped saying any more crap. His hands trembled suddenly. Those two saw gears were drawn out of two brilliant silver rays, spinning sharply toward the East Palace.

“Obviously, you're still nothing but a jumping clown, and your attack is still nothing more than a sculpture trick. ”

Looking at the two giant gears that were slaughtered at the speed, the Orient Palace gave the faint words.

Then, his slender figure suddenly swayed, turning into a shadow, holding an inky sword and rushing toward those two giant gears.

“Ping-pong! ”

Another wild battle, another prelude.

“Psst!”

At some point.

A sharp inky sword, in the sight of the people, suddenly crossed, and the head of the bearings, as it was torn up, rolled down again.

“Why, just because no one believes that I'm the real master of this heroic club, all the other practitioners are just jumping clowns? ”

The East Palace, with its bloody inky sword, stood proudly in the center of the martial arts, with a glimmer of power.

Next, the contest scenario can imagine that these practitioners themselves, in defiance of everything, contending for the Emperor's liquid heart, coupled with the jumping clown who was given mouth shut by the Orient Palace, have long lost all reason, and there are practitioners who constantly rush into the field and engage in frantic fighting with the Orient Palace.

It's just a pity that the East Palace gave this practitioner, ranked 47th on the list of the Holy See's Divine Guards in Kyushu, too much strength. Even if he didn't use the heart of light, he had a husband. When Wanfu didn't open, a practitioner rushing into the field was all mercilessly chopped by him under the inky sword.

The whole Xuanwu division, a misty cloud, was deeply covered with an amazing smell.

Such a fierce and insane trial, seeing Qin Yi and others' hearts sink irresistibly. At the end of the day, even his face was white.

Still on the first floor of this mausoleum, she, along with the sparse flames and bloody ghosts, also created many extremely bloody scenes.

But those bloody scenes, compared to the contest scene in front of this Xuanwu division, are really little witches seeing big witches.

Another time passed, this Xuanwu division of the competition, the center ended.

And Dong Gong Fei, also unexpected by Qin Yi and others, really in the position of a master, in this Xuanmu branch, stood to the end, became the ultimate ruler here.

Undoubtedly, most of the practitioners who participated in the contest were slaughtered by the opponent in the course of the contest, and only a few practitioners, in the course of the contest, resolutely admitted to losing and saved their lives.

This is in itself a death hero club, or a game of killing each other among practitioners, but only through a clever arrangement of Oriental Chi, so that these practitioners, knowing that it is a game of killing each other, still go to the martial arts for the bigger and bigger “snowball”, regardless of some of the killing.

And when the East Palace gave the last challenger, after killing him, the amount of emperor fluid on his body reached more than 400 drops.

Such a large amount of imperial fluid, even practitioners of the four realms of imperial province, is more than enough to break through a realm.

“Dongzhi, it seems, this time, really should thank you for getting me so much emperor fluid. ”

The Oriental Palace set aside the inky sword and looked far away at the Oriental Lawn in the red armor and said indifferently.

The whole round of games, he carried out, was just general imperial martial arts, and did not use his killer's heart to shed light.

Her eyes curled slightly, and she looked at her body, still seemingly flourishing in the heart of the obliterating Oriental Palace, Dongzhi. Quite calm, a shallow smile: “Donggong Fu, you have a lot of confidence in yourself. Have you forgotten that this is only the first round of this Heroes Guild? Next, there are semi-finals and finals. If you are defeated by an opponent in the semi-finals or finals, you can't keep these emperors...

“Of course, if you were to be able to get more of the ultimate ruler's emperor's liquid in this Hero Club, not only for you, but also for 200 drops of Emperor's liquid, you would also be the protector of our Hell Messenger organization. ”

Now, the ultimate ruler of Xuanwu District has plundered more than 400 drops of Emperor's Liquid, and the ultimate ruler of Qinglong, White Tiger and Peacock Division has plundered absolutely no less Emperor's Liquid.

If you can kill the remaining three Ultimate Lords, plunder all the Emperor Fluid they currently have, plus the reward of the last 200 drops of Emperor Fluid, how big is this?

The East Palace is given a slight reckoning in the mind. In the eyes that have always been indifferent, it is a rare passing fanaticism.

“Dongzhi, don't worry, the ultimate leader of this heroic club must be me. In the next semi-finals and finals, I will kill the other three ultimate champions without mercy. ”

The Oriental Palace speaks faintly.

“Huh. ”

The Oriental Palace is a smile, shaking its head gently “the root game system, the next semi-finals and finals, can not directly kill the opponent, can only finish. ”

“Really?”

The long body of the East Palace, slightly flashed, the handsome almost demonic face, obviously passed the disappointment color: “If so, it would be a little addictive, but you are the host of this heroic club, and I will naturally follow the racing system you have developed. ”

However, as soon as his voice fell, he heard it above the sky, a very sharp voice, suddenly coming down: “But addicted to your sister! ”

Haven't waited for the people to come back to God, they saw a giant blood hand of dozens and dozens, rolled with a wind, gave it to the East Palace below, and shot it hard: "Death to this seat! ”