Dragon Blood Emperor

The Battlefield of the Savage God is a place where geniuses are famous, and where geniuses are born. Many impossible, will happen again!

This time, although the Nan family lost one time, it also gained a real genius!

The giant old man nodded with satisfaction. For thousands of years, he has seen too many rises on this platform. Everyone who rises here has witnessed it.

Ye Wushuang glanced at the old man, bowed his fists, and walked off the stage to come to Di Qingxue and others.

Di Qingxue turned to look at him.

"Do I really look so good?" Ye Wushuang looked at Di Qingxue's eyes, wiped his nose narcissistically, and spit out a word.

I heard that the sword that was going to be said was extraordinary and speechless!

Di Qingxue glared at Ye Wushuang, turned his head and hummed softly, as if he was negating Ye Wushuang's question.

At this point, the sword laughed extraordinaryly, Yun Xiao shook her head, glanced at Mo Wutian, and her eyes were a little cold.

In the original Lingzong, it was him who should bloom, and the glory of glory should belong to him.

but.

One Ye Wushuang and one extraordinary sword covered up!

He was angry and hated, but it was suppressed, and it was an extremely stupid thing to break out!

Ye Wushuang felt two sharp eyes, one from Mo Wentian, and Ye Wushuang knew that.

As for the other one, it was in a corner of the opposite crowd.

The position was inconspicuous, but with a pair of eyes staring at him fiercely, the hostility in the eyes was very strong.

Ye Wushuang recognized this person at a glance!

"Mengyi people!"

Ye Wushuang's mouth turned up and he knew the hostility in his eyes.

Didn't you just rip up your clothes?

This woman is very fond of it!

Ye Wushuang shook his head. The eyes of Mengyi were as if Ye Wushuang was his enemy in life and death. He wished to unload him by eight pieces. The meaning was too strong!

However, Ye Wushuang didn't worry, at least the method of cultivating Tianxiang Shenfei's body was in his hands. Even if the Mengyi people hated again, they still had to smile at him!

Ye Wushuang nodded toward Mengyi people.

Humph!

Opposite, Mengyi hummed.

Beside him, one of the strongest disciples in Yunhuang Hall saw this, his eyes flashed, looking at Ye Wushuang, and asked, "Sister Dream, do you know him?"

"It's just a gangster, who knows ..." In anxiety, he seemed to say something wrong, and the Mengyi people immediately said, "You must not let him go when you meet him."

Sexual thief?

The strongest disciple in Yunhuangdian flashed a cold light, and the Mengyi people scolded Ye Wushuang, a thief. Then, Ye Wushuang must have done something to Mengyi people!

It seemed to think of some impossible things. He roared in his heart and almost roared out. He also had a secret love for Menyi people in his heart, but never thought about ...

"Next game, continue!"

As the old man from the giant spoke, the strongest disciple retracted his murderous gaze, humming coldly, remembering Ye Wushuang.

Immediately, he set his sights on the stage.

A feminine man stepped onto the stage with a grim cold wind.

This person is one of the duels, a master of the Qing people.

There is another person, who is unknown, no one knows his appearance, he is wearing a black robe, and has a name, called Feng Jue!

Feng absolutely looked at Ye Wushuang, and after Ye Wushuang nodded, he stepped onto the stage.

Ye Wushuang's expression, watching closely, Feng Jue, represents Ling Xiaoge, represents him!

"The wind must!"

The young strong man looked at the man in black in front of him and laughed mockingly, "Don't even show his face, the rats, I am ashamed to play against you, you go away!"

Rats?

In the blood pupil of the wind, a blood light was transmitted, and the hoarse voice sounded, "It's enough to deal with you!"

"Hahaha!"

It was said that the people of the Qing ethnic group laughed at once, and that laughter had a strong ridicule. An unknown generation had to deal with Lingquan's fivefolds and couldn't help it.

"Go ahead, fight, you can tell everything!"

The wind will never refute. His words are better than those of the Qing people. Only war and silent words to refute them, who feels ashamed!

"You can't wait to die so I can fulfill you, but before that, I want to know, what kind of forces dare not even show up?"

The disciple of the Qing ethnic group laughed inquisitively and asked.

At the same time, many people were curious below the stage. People in black appeared at the Jiuzhong Pass, and no one could match them.

That kind of hard work, fierce, also makes people remember.

They also want to know what forces these people came from.

"You want to know?"

Feng absolutely raised his head, a pair of blood pupils, so that the master of the young ethnic group fixed his eyes, his heart trembled, those eyes, so horrible!

"I'll give you a chance to say." The master of the Qing ethnic group settled for Shinto. He gave the wind a chance. The kind of supreme words showed how proud he was!

"Remember, I'm from Lingxiao Pavilion!"

The wind uttered a low voice.

"Ling Xiaoge, never heard of it!"

The green master snorted and turned his head and asked, "Have you ever heard of it?"

"No, hahaha!"

The people of the Qing ethnic group laughed again, what Lingxiao Pavilion, only a small force in the countryside!

The Lord of countless forces is also shaking his head, disdain smile, Ling Xiaoge, what forces they have never heard of!

Seeing the ridicule of the crowd, Ye Wushuang frowned deeply.

This group of people is mocking the forces he has established.

But one day, they will meet in the presence of His Excellency Ling Xiao, and, that day, it will not be too late!

"Jiu Tian Ling Xiao, Wushuang Tian Di, we are also from Ling Xiao Ge!"

Below the trenches, facing a crowd of disdainful smiles, a group of men in black looked up at the trenches and shouted loudly.

Nine heavens, Xiaoshuang heaven and earth!

That voice is, powerful, and extremely proud!

Before, they were casual repairs, no sects, no respect, not to mention qualifications to participate in trenches.

However, since joining the Ling Xiao Pavilion, they have been given the same treatment as Zong Men, even more and better.

Since then, there is something more glorious in their way!

This glory, from the moment they stepped into the Ninth Pass, relied on the little Lingxiao Pavilion just established, and cut off the battle all the way, surpassing countless forces present. UU reading books www.uukanshu. com

I stepped on the Nine Heavy Pass and crossed the battlefield of the Savage God. Finally, standing in this place where countless forces wanted to stand, the Savage God trembled.

These people laugh, what qualifications are there to laugh at.

They can't, Ling Xiaoge can do it, who laughs at who?

"Interesting, I seem to like these people a bit!" Jian Fei's eyes narrowed and he held Feixue Sword in one hand.

Others don't know Ling Xiaoge, he knows!

Speaking, Jian Fanfan turned his head to look at Ye Wushuang, only to see his eyes, very cold and proud!

Who never wanted to be bloody?

The group of people in front of them, members of Ling Xiao Ge, gave him a blood!

"Fight, Lingxiao Pavilion, you will know soon!"

On the battle platform, the wind must open again, still so hoarse!