Dragon Blood Emperor

While Ye Wushuang cut to Yun Yan, the ghost of the heavens slashed the three-pointed Chang Ge and slashed towards his back, the dark gods stretched out.

At the moment reminded by Lan Xinyu, Ye Wushuang was almost swallowed up.

"Fist of Fury!"

Ye Wushuang vacated a hand, and his fingers flexed sharply, his golden fist slammed into the back, the golden flames rushed up like a sea of ​​fire, and the giant shadow of rage flashed out behind Ye Wushuang.

Roar!

Qingtian's figure is engulfed with rolling power, such as the ancient giant spirit **** resurrected, the roar shook the sky, and Ye Wushuang's fist blasted into the ghost of Tongtian.

Huh!

The fist of the rage **** shook the sky and bombed it on the three forks, and collapsed it into several segments. At the same time, the body of the rage **** also collided with the ghost of the sky. At the same time, it exploded violently, and an energy storm hovered up. The boulevard and the fragment of the law were among them, blasting the sky out of a thousand caves, and what was even more incredible was a cyan flame raging out of the storm, engulfing the ghostly sky.

"Oh my god, the magical power is cracked!"

"Is this boy still Saint King Yae, demon evil, he has a lot of means, terrible!"

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The onlookers were shocked at the beginning. The magical power was a powerful means of transcending the Fa. It was a terrible existence of the practitioner ’s perception. It would accompany the practitioner ’s life. With the magical power, he surpassed the Holy King and surpassed hundreds of millions. Monk.

Because even a lot of practitioners with supernatural powers may not be able to cultivate supernatural powers, which shows how terrible it is to cultivate supernatural powers.

However, now the magical power is defeated by the hands of a holy king.

"What kind of posture he is, before he was obviously sacred, why he is so powerful now, the sacred king is eighteen. How long has it been before Murong Sheng can match him."

Mu Bingxue knew what Ye Wushuang had done before, and was surprised that even the little mouth had been opened into an "O" shape, and it could hold an egg.

Murong Sheng was in evil, and in her heart, she could not be compared with Murong Sheng. If Murong Sheng had cultivated early and became famous, he had every reason to believe that Ye Wushuang could completely suppress Murong Sheng.

"You know him well?"

Mu Bingxue turned to look at the blue heart rain.

"He's dead, I'm dead, never give up!" Lan Xinyu said in response to Mu Bingxue's words, and turned to Ye Wushuang at the same time. To be honest, she was surprised to the extreme, because she witnessed the rise of Ye Wushuang all the way, I knew what Ye Wushuang had done before.

"what……"

Yun Yan's screaming did not stop, and it was extremely loud. It sounded in Ming Xuanzong, attracting the entire Zongmen to gather towards Jiufeng.

Looking at Yun Mi's misery, the crowd's scalp was numb, and she had entered the magical realm. Although the general physical injury could not kill her, but this chopped sword was too fierce. It did not kill her, but let her taste Suffering in extreme pain, leaving her only half a life!

"You know the pain now. When you treat others, have you ever thought that others will also hurt!"

Ye Wushuang defeated Yun Ji's magical power with the transformation of the Taoist God, but his body was still killing Yun Ji, and the golden sacred feathers burst out from time to time. As if the golden god's arrows shuttled in the void, Ye Wushuang's hands kept holding swords to cut Yun Yan.

"Dash, you avenged that little bitch, and regretted that she didn't torture her to death!"

Yun Yan issued a roar of a venomous sorrow, an old face with a distorted and painful look, which looked extremely scary. While roaring, she also waved her claws to stop Ye Wushuang's bombardment.

"Bitch? You don't look at your disgusting face, who is cheap, disgusting face, get out!"

Ye Wushuang was furious, the faster the speed, while cutting out a golden sacred feather and colliding with Yun's ghost claw, he raised his hand and slapped it on Yun's face.

Huh!

At the same time, he held a golden sacred feather and chopped it towards Yun's body.

"Dash, wanton!"

In the central palace, Murong Sheng stepped out of the palace door, black hair danced wildly, and the dark blood rolled over the head like the sea, like an invincible Pluto, stepping on one side of the phantom world and rushing behind Ye Wushuang.

Bang!

The whole Jiufeng exploded, and the horrible gods could pour down, bang and bang, one by one of the disciples were spit flying and vomiting blood.

"It's terrifying, Brother Murong is just evil!"

Those who retreated were horrified and even more afraid of Murong Sheng.

"Give you death!"

Murong Sheng's dark eyes were dark, and a thunderous sound was spit out in his mouth. As if Pluto had pronounced a sentence, a avenue palm stretched out, wrapped in dim **** power and blasted to Ye Wushuang's back.

Ye Wushuang had a strong death crisis in his heart, and was about to go away.

When Yun Yan saw this, he took the opportunity to entangle it, and a nasty smile appeared on the twisted old face. "Little beast, you can't escape, let's die, and that bitch, I must let her die!"

Talking, Nasen's ghostly dry claws grabbed Ye Wushuang, ready to drag Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang also gave up his thoughts, and his cold eyes stared at Yun Yan, waving the golden sacred feather to chop that claw, and at the same time, he sang in his heart: "Battle Dragon Road!"

Bang!

The bombardment of Murong Sheng and Yun Yan Qi Qi banged on Ye Wushuang's body, causing no harm to Ye Wushuang, on the contrary, the holy feather in Ye Wushou's hands was chopped on Yun Ying's paw.

what!

Yun Ling screamed again, and the blood-stained claws flew out. The arm spurted blood, and Yun Ling's body rolled out of the void.

Ye Wushuang's figure also took the opportunity to dive down.

"The gangster is wanton!"

In the distance, countless horrible figures emptied, divine power spewed, and several beams of light burst towards Ye Wushuang!

Ye Wushuang's figure rolled quickly, like a dragon traveling through those beams of light, while holding one hand at the same time, holding the two women, Lan Xinyu and Mu Bingxue, into a chaotic small world.

"Little cricket ant, delusion to make troubles in the Emperor Xuanzong, kill!"

The silhouettes that came from the air exhaled divine power and shrouded Ye Wushuang in the center. These people are Elder Wu, Elder Wen, and others. Among them, there is a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, which is a sixfold powerful Shinto. It is the master of Ming Xuanzong.

The person who spoke was Elder Wu. At this moment, his face was gloomy, not only because Ye Wushuang disrupted his calculations, but also because he found that Ye Wushuang was actually the Holy King Yae, hiding from him.

Moreover, now Ye Wushuang is dying to make troubles in the Emperor Xuanzong, completely seeking his own way.

Ye Wushuang didn't even look at a few people, but rushed to Yun Yan.

"Save me, save me!"

Yun Zheng was so distressed that when Ye Wushuang killed her again, she hissed.

"Jack, give me death!"

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While Elder Wu rushed to Ye Wushuang, he also rushed up. The monstrous blood twirled the wind and clouds, and a ghostly hand got out of Ye Wushuang's head, and went dark.

Bang!

The elders such as Emperor Mingxuan and Elder Wen also quickly killed Ye Wushuang.

"This kid is dead!"

Seeing all the high-level shots of Ming Xuanzong, countless disciples know that these people are looking at the methods on Ye Wushuang and being attacked by many people, he has absolutely no chance to survive.

"Unfortunately, we fixed it too low, otherwise, the kid's chances must be good."

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(End of this chapter)