super king glory

Da Qiao's beautiful face was as gentle as water. Looking at Wang Xiaojian's figure flying away with a golden light, he said, "Diao Chan, brother Xiaojian should go and intercept the Emperor Wu."

Diao Chan said: "Yes. Big Qiao, Little Qiao, let's go there together."

"it is good."

Joe nodded.

Among the three girls, Diao Chan is the pinnacle of the nine-star demon king, Da Qiao is the nine-star demon king, and Xiao Qiao is the eight-star demon king.

They were so fast that they rushed into the barracks.

Luban No. [-] saw them and wanted to follow.

However, just two steps away, Diao Chan's voice sounded in his mind.

"Little Luban, you stay and protect everyone."

"Know it."

Luban No. [-] raised his eyebrows and made a signature sound.

In the sky, the night wind blows.

Wang Xiaojian spread out his golden energy wings and stood high in the sky.

His black hair and white robe fluttered in the wind.

At this moment, his handsome face was cold, and his eyes were fierce.

The Wang Xiaojian in a serious state is completely different from the lascivious appearance of holding Chu Feiyan as a fairy just now.

After reaching the level of Emperor Wu.

The scope of Wang Xiaojian's spiritual consciousness has reached several miles.

And his six senses are several times more sensitive than when Wu Wang cultivated.

At this time, it is night.

However, to Wang Xiaojian, it is no different from the daytime.

In the field of vision, everything is clearly presented.

Moonlight fell from the sky.

With Wang Xiaojian's sharp eyes, he looked forward, and then saw a black shadow in the distant sky, heading towards his direction rapidly.

The swift black shadow grew bigger and bigger in the field of vision.

There were still three miles to go before the reunion, so Wang Xiaojian relied on his powerful spiritual sense and eyesight to see clearly that it was a strong Martial Emperor.

This Martial Emperor powerhouse has a very powerful aura.

He spread out his pitch-black energy wings, cut through the air, and rushed over.

In his hand, he was holding a general from the Moro Kingdom.

The general is very young.

The distance is getting closer.

Wang Xiaojian saw the approaching person more clearly.

Looking at the Martial Emperor and the young general of the Moluo Kingdom in his hands, a sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Xiaojian's handsome face.

In the night sky, Qiu Feng, the third elder of the Golden Eagle Sect, also slowed down from his speedy body.

He saw a figure standing in the air in front of him.

He didn't know who this person was.

However, the golden wings fluttering slightly behind the opponent let him know that this is a strong Martial Emperor.

Qiu Feng himself is the Martial Emperor, powerful and defiant.

He wouldn't put most people in his eyes, but he definitely wouldn't put the Martial Emperor in his eyes.

What's more, he still felt a bad breath from this Martial Emperor powerhouse.

He spread out his golden wings of true energy and stood here out of thin air, as if he was waiting for someone.

As for the golden true energy wings, Qiu Feng didn't care.

When her cultivation reached Empress Wu, she was able to turn her true energy into wings and soar into the sky.

However, the color of the wings depends on the attributes of the cultivation method, and has no direct relationship with the strength of the cultivation base.

Qiu Feng's sharp eyes, like a falcon, shot at Wang Xiaojian, then raised his eyebrows, and said: "Who are you, standing in the air in the middle of the night, why?"

Wang Xiaojian looked up at Qiu Feng, and said calmly, "I'm waiting for you."

"wait for me?!"

Qiu Feng's body shook, and he felt even stronger hostility.

His face turned cold, and he said: "This old man is Qiu Feng, the third elder of Jindiaomen. There are not many people in this world who dare to block my way in the middle of the night. Since you dare to block this old man, you are probably not an ordinary person. Tell this old man who you are ?”

who are you? !

Qiu Feng's icy voice echoed across the sky.

On Wang Xiaojian's handsome face, the corners of his mouth were raised, a sneer appeared, and he said lightly, "Xia Guo, Wang Xiaojian."

Xia Guo, Wang Xiaojian? !

Hearing this name, Qiu Feng's body trembled violently.

He looked Wang Xiaojian up and down, with an expression of disbelief on his old face.

Chapter 831 Battle, Emperor Wu

King Xia's little sword? !

When Yao Yunteng said that King Xia Xiaojian killed Qiu Shengjie and Han Hao, he never asked Yao Yunteng Wang Xiaojian's age.

He judges others by himself, and thinks that Wang Xiaojian is at least a middle-aged man, maybe even an old man who has been in seclusion for decades in Xia Kingdom, and his age is about the same as him.

But, looking at it now, it was clearly a teenager.