super king glory

It is one-third of the sky in Zhonglan Territory.

He made an oath, even if it is the law of martial arts, even the gods of this Tianwu Continent must personally witness it!

Of course, everything has two sides.

The law of martial arts condenses the vision, representing the noble status of the person who swears.

But it also means that Duanmu Yeyu, who made the oath, will be supervised by the law from this moment on.

Duanmu Yeyu obeyed the oath, that's okay.

But if there is any violation, it will be destroyed in an instant.

Because, the law cannot be deceived!

Duanmu Yeyu was also a little shocked.

This is not the first time he swore an oath, but it was the first time that it resonated with the Law of Martial Arts.

Although, this majestic voice is very scary.

However, after Duanmu Yeyu's heart was shaken, she returned to normal.

Not only did he return to normal, he also gained confidence!

In Duanmu Yeyu's view, the appearance of the vision meant that the laws of the mainland recognized him.

He is the Son of Destiny.

An unknown kid in the southeast region.

How to fight against the Man of Destiny recognized by the Law of Martial Arts.

Even, he is arrogant.

Even though, at this moment, he, who has a large formation, takes the initiative.

But once a war starts, he will die!

Under the pious eyes of the couple in the formation, the beam of divine light that entered the formation gradually disappeared.

The powerhouses of the three factions stood up one by one.

And Duanmu Yeyu looked at Wang Xiaojian again.

Seeing that Wang Xiaojian frowned, looking puzzled, Duanmu Yeyu laughed out loud.

"Wang Xiaojian, have you seen it? Even the heavens are standing on my side. I am the chosen one, what do you use to fight me?"

All the strong men looked at Duanmu Yeyu.

Whether it is the King's Gate or the Demon Puppet Gate, the Martial Venerables of the Hundred Flowers Sect all have smiles on their faces at this moment.

The appearance of the law vision made them agree with Duanmu Yeyu's words.

How can a person recognized by the martial arts rules lose? Wang Xiaojian must die.

But Wang Xiaojian smiled, and gently let go of Daji's slender waist.

Then, under the worried eyes of Wang Zhaojun, Daji, Diaochan, Daqiao, Xiaoqiao, Gongsunli and other daughters, he stepped into the void and flew towards Duanmu Yeyu.

While flying, he said: "Duanmu Yeyu, self-confidence is a good thing, but too much self-confidence will appear ridiculous."

"The martial arts oath is very effective, but I want to know, what will happen if you lose and don't follow the oath?"

Duanmu Yeyu's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

If that's the case, he will naturally be destroyed in body and spirit.

The power of the martial arts law will kill him completely!

Not even scum is left.

However, in Duanmu Yeyu's view, that was impossible.

With a cold face, he stared at Wang Xiaojian.

As Wang Xiaojian gradually approached, a light flashed in his hand, holding an icy cold sword in the middle of the building, he smiled coldly, "Wang Xiaojian, needless to say. You said these things just to disturb my heart of martial arts. But it's useless!"

"This battle will be the last battle in your life. I hope you will use all your strength! Because after this battle, your soul will return to the west!"

After finishing speaking, he ordered to the people behind him: "You all stand down, let me fight Wang Xiaojian!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

King Wu Zun and Wu Zong powerhouses retreated one after another.

Seeing this, Ling Susu retreated with the experts of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Xiu Yu frowned slightly.

He originally wanted to fight Wang Xiaojian, and even agreed on the conditions, but it turned out like this in the end.

But he didn't say anything.

After all, even the vision of the law appeared.

He had no reason to fight Wang Xiaojian before Xiu Yu at a time like this.

He made up his mind that if Duanmu Yeyu lost, he would play again.

Then, he waved his hand and retreated with Xiu Mei, a Martial Master from the Demon Puppet Sect, and the Wu Zong elites.

Nuo Da's large formation space became a battlefield for Wang Xiaojian and Duanmu Yeyu.

Wang Xiaojian flew in front of Duanmu Yeyu, and stopped when they met ten feet away.

In mid-air, his black hair danced wildly, and the corners of his mouth were raised, showing a smile.

A light flashed in his hand, and the Great Sword of Judgment Faith was held in his hand.

Immediately, under the eyes of one after another, he raised the giant sword in his hand and pointed at Duanmu Yeyu.An incomparably domineering aura emanated from his body.

"Duanmu Yeyu, since that's the case, let's fight!"

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A 3000-word chapter, when the climax is in progress, friends will have a monthly ticket. o(n_n)o~