Storm of Kings

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"Me?" Shen Batian has never thought about it like this. She is not a person who forgets her roots. She emphasized in her heart after a moment: "Whether it is a human or Longqi clan, my task is to make a machete and cut it away. All obstacles on the road."

"Really? Do you really have so many concerns in your mind after you have cultivated to this level? Think about why you live, otherwise you will still die, because living is of little significance to you."

"Hahaha, I don't believe it!" Shen Batian struggled hard.

Jing Quan concentrated slightly, and exclaimed: "It's really a sensitive child, did you find it? My husband and I are going to besiege these enemies." If someone else says this, I'm afraid they will laugh. Two people besieged the Heiteng Pavilion army? OMG! What a arrogant remark, but it is really not a problem for Zhou Lie's family!

Even Shen Batian felt that it was reasonable and reasonable that her old mentor was in danger!

The condensed sword of the world of Bose bursts!

Big explosion!

Fragments with strands of sword aura flew through the air, and no one can guarantee that they are lucky enough to escape like fireworks.

Brother Heiteng Pavilion was unbelievable.

Their eyes were filled with light, and their thoughts ended at this moment, and their hearts were extremely unwilling.

It's strange to be willing! Everyone went all the way aggressively, wishing to find Jing Quan immediately, expecting that her condition was very bad, and they should be allowed to knead.

As a result, this person hasn't seen it yet! A blade of light flew over and smashed the Heiteng Pavilion army.

Regardless of whether you are a controlled monk or an elite with black vines on your arms, you will be suppressed.

Too frustrated, there is no time for the treasure in the pocket and the extraordinary methods to display, anyway, it is a fast.

The world of martial arts, only fast is not broken, this sudden blow surpassed everyone's imagination, including the pavilion master Heiteng Pavilion.

Such a sharp blade, such a heavy treasure, and powerful, how can it be said to be destroyed?

It happened that Zhou Lie and Jingquan's two parents-in-law did it, and they didn't blink their eyes and exploded the treasures. It was really not worthwhile.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you sell this class of treasures, the wealth you get is enough to invite powerful sects to take action, and you can even form alliances with many powerful monks among the hundred families. It's a pity that it will be destroyed.

"What a Zhou Lie, I am not tired of foreign objects. I can't do this alone!" Pavilion Master Heiteng squeezed his fist and focused his attention on Shen Batian.

Jin Jiao had already learned the mystery, so the pavilion master knew that the problem was very difficult. This **** Batian was controlled by Jingquan and seemed to be comprehending the avenue of virtual reality and reality. If she were to comprehend it, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Brothers, give me this stinky lady to rectify the law on the spot!" Before the master Heiteng Pavilion spoke, there was a sudden vibration around him, and a little bit of blood splashed out and dripped on his body, which made people startling.

"It's not good, quickly strengthen the defense."

"Damn it, do you see what is attacking us?"

"I didn't see it clearly, it's too fast."

After dozens of monks shouted and shouted, they saw the face of the holy king of North Molu stiff, and then his body flew out, twisting in the air.

This "twist" made a popping sound, and then completely burst open, bones, intestines, and so on. The monks who saw this scene could no longer care about the injuries on their bodies, and felt silly in place. Thoroughly cold.

There was a layer of blood mist on the battlefield, and the killing air was so strong that it seemed to be condensed into substance. No matter how much the cultivation was, I felt very nervous at this moment, for fear that the hand of death would twist myself into a twist.

"Who?" The Lord Heiteng Pavilion hurriedly turned around, and saw that his confidant love would remain in place with an afterimage, and people no longer knew where it was going.

Suddenly, iron hoofs sounded in the distance, and the army seemed to be approaching.

"who?"

"Hey, whoever took your dog's life."

The two generals topped their helmets and drew their armours, leading the millions of troops to roar. The collision of weapons rang out, and dazzling sparks were sputtered, reflecting the dull faces.

"I see! There are only two enemies, and the other terracotta warriors are suspected of ancestor spirits! But how is this possible? Millions of ancestor spirits, this..." The killing comes, no matter how many of the millions of soldiers are true, there are many terracotta warriors. It's not a joke to start with the existence of Zhenzhi Yipin.

Even if these ancestral spirits are in a weird state and unable to exert their full strength, they are not afraid of death, and they will kill with one force when they rush up. There is no solution to this alone!

"Kill! Kill all these ghosts!"

Although the Black Teng Pavilion suffered heavy losses, they really have not cultivated talents for so many years. What about millions of ancestors, standing in place will make you kill for a long time!

It doesn't matter if the army fights together, no matter how tragic, it is nothing more than mutual consumption! What really worries the Lord Heiteng Pavilion is that the holy king of North Molu died too fast, that is the holy king! He didn't even have the power to fight back. Just imagine who else could do it besides Old Mo Zhou?

At this moment, Jingquan floated.

When the enemy saw each other, they were extremely jealous, and the sage kings of Heiteng Pavilion rushed up, fighting in the dark, the sun and the moon were dull, all secret methods and unique skills at the bottom of the box. The rhyme of Taoism is radiant, and it is not gorgeous.

Seeing the enemy's strength, Jing Quan erected his pupils, his heart trembling proudly.

This is really a heroine who won't let the eyebrows be shaved, how can there be such heroic spirit? One link, one sword and sword, encourages the sword power to interweave into the extreme state of kendo.

"I don't believe it, you alone can suppress so many of us?" Jing Quan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, the next moment he pulled out his palm to bring out sword energy, and the blue brilliance washed out.

sword! Swords everywhere! Like the growth of crystal clusters.

The nearby monk was suddenly erected and inserted on the crystal cluster, blood gushing extremely fast.

"Not good! Witch~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You are absorbing our lives..."

"What is that?" Brother Heiteng Pavilion felt that no matter how strong Jing Quan was, they would definitely not lose out if the number was placed here. Unexpectedly, dust and smoke suddenly surged in the distance, and then a wave of darkness swept across.

At this time, it was too late to escape. The master was restrained by Jingquan, and the elite was dragged by the million ancestor spirits, and the army was running badly for a while.

The darkness swept, everyone saw clearly, it was a giant with three heads and six arms!

"Damn, look at this giant's forehead, this silver horn is very familiar! It's like a dog chewing!"

"It's Silver Horn! Damn it, is this guy and Silver Horn combined?"

The demon spirit is entwined with the darkness, and the huge body shrank by half with just one punch! With another punch, he aimed at the black vine pavilion master, killing him with great power.

"Damn it! I encountered the remains of the Silver Horn before and should be destroyed.

The power of yin and yang circulates endlessly. When the silver horns fly away, it is like pouring mercury into an ant's nest. It is miserable and hard to describe...