super king glory

Wang Xiaojian ignored Shanshita's shocking gaze, spread his golden flame wings, and flew in Liu Yan's direction.

Although, he severely wounded Liu Yan with Qinglian Sword Song, almost killing him.

Originally, his powerful spiritual sense saw that Liu Yan was not dead yet.

He has formed a grudge with the so-called Liu Yan.

Either you die or I die.

Wang Xiaojian wants to cut the weeds and root them out!

Even if he is an elder of the Spiritual Refinement Sect, a powerful sect outside the territory, he will kill him.

Under a pair of horrified gazes, Wang Xiaojian flew over the mountains.

Right now, he was about to see the dying Liu Yan.

But at this moment, suddenly a icy murderous intent struck from behind him.

That murderous intent, which seemed to come from hell, made his hairs stand on end!

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This chapter was updated at 1:19 on January 21.

Chapter 985 Three Emperors Battle King Little Sword

That murderous intent was cold and full of chills.

It is formed by the condensation of two momentums.

It was as if, at this moment, there was a god of death, holding a life-hooking sickle, slashing towards him.

Wang Xiaojian's heart trembled slightly, and he used the skill of drinking wine.

With a sound of "swipe", he hurried away.

Also at this moment, an intertwined shadow of swords, lights and swords exploded in the sky where he was originally with a bang.

When Wang Xiaojian scanned the past with a cold expression, he saw two figures.

This is a man and a woman, two Martial Sovereigns, spreading their true qi wings, flying across the sky, coming at a very fast speed.

"Hit my elder, take your life!"

Peng Hao and Cen Qiu are the two core disciples of the Spirit Refining Sect. They are both handsome and beautiful, and they are about forty years old.

Peng Hao has a mustache and holds a bright long sword, while Cen Qiu holds two fire-colored mandarin duck short knives.

When they came, they used their skills again, splitting out sword energy and sword light.

The yellow sword light and the red sword glow intertwined, turning into fiery waves of fire, cutting towards Wang Xiaojian, leaving no life around Wang Xiaojian.

"Humph!"

Wang Xiaojian's face was cold, he snorted coldly, flicked the long sword in his hand, and used the skill of drinking wine again.

His body, as if teleporting, crossed the shadows of swords, lights and swords of the two, and then appeared in front of them.

Under Peng Hao's and Cen Qiu's surprised gazes, Wang Xiaojian's Emperor's Xuanjian, which was lingering with the original fire of the ancient emperor, cut down decisively in the direction of the two of them!

Chi~

The golden flames condensed into a huge flaming sword that was tens of feet long.

Wherever it passed, the air was divided into two sections like ocean waves.

Cen Qiu looked solemn.

Peng Hao's face turned serious, and he shot directly.

He pointed out his long sword, and a strange aura condensed a layer of energy sword shield around him and Cen Qiu.

boom!

With a loud noise, Wang Xiaojian slashed at the earth-yellow energy sword shield with a sword lingering on the ancient emperor's source fire.

hum!

The sky shook.

The scorching energy fire sword exploded in the air.

Flames splashed, shock waves swept across, and all the energy bombarded the khaki sword and shield.

The khaki energy sword shield shook violently, but it was not crushed by the scorching fire sword.

After enduring all the bursting energy, it slowly dissipated.

Behind the energy sword and shield, Peng Hao and Cen Qiu were unharmed.

Peng Hao held the long sword in his hand, with a sneer on his face.

Wang Xiaojian looked at Peng Hao.

Sensing an aura different from the golden sword intent from Peng Hao, Wang Xiaojian frowned slightly, and said, "Sword intent?"

"good."

Holding the long sword in his hand, Peng Hao said with a sneer.

He is over forty, with a two-star Martial Emperor cultivation base.

But after comprehending the sword intent, he exudes an aura that surpasses the two-star Martial Emperor.

"This is my Wutu Sword Intent, which has the strongest defense in the world. There is nothing that can destroy my Wuearth Sword Intent!"

Hearing Peng Hao's words, Wang Xiaojian showed a clear expression on his face.

He has mastered the sword intent of gold.

I also understand that there are many, many different sword intents in this world.