Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Nie Tian looked at the yellow-shirt boy opposite Duanmu Road, his eyes could not help but hold it.

He did not think that the other party's age was so small, it seems that only 12 years old, his face is still very young.

However, the strength of this child is unacceptable, and there is a heaven and a person.

The next moment, Nie Tian knows the movement, the surprise in the eyes is even worse, the child's kendo realm is actually a sword!

The realm of swords, not too high a state, Nie Tiandu is already the peak of the soul of the sword, far higher than the sword.

But this child is only twelve years old. At this age, he has a sword-like realm. This kind of kendo talent is amazing.

"It's a bit interesting." Nie Tian looked at the boy, his mouth could not help but rise, smiled, ready to watch a good show.

Duanmu Road is also the realm of the sword at this time, the strength is also a heavenly person, and this boy is a battle, but it is evenly matched, the outcome is not good.

"I will not apologize, how can you take me, the swordsmen of your lower world are rubbish!" The yellow-shirted boy looked coldly at Duanmu, and his face was arrogant and very arrogant.

When I heard the yellow boy, Nie Tian’s face was black and gradually came to understand.

It must have been the swordsman of the Yellow House who insulted the lower world, so he only angered Duanmu Road, and the two of them started to fight.

"Is this child a man of heaven?" Nie Tian’s eyes suddenly sink, listening to the voice of the young boy in yellow, as if it were not for the world.

"Child, you are too arrogant, and I will teach you lessons today." Duanmu Lu suddenly sank, the whole body of the sword was released, a huge sword bloomed in the air, suddenly a strong pressure released, like a mountain Majestic.

The eight-pole sword of Duanmu Road is the heroic and powerful, coupled with the integration of the iron sword, the momentum is stronger.

"I am a child?" Huang Yi was very angry. It seemed to hate people calling him a child. He said sharply: "You are not older than me!"

The sound fell, the yellow robes were shot by a sword, the long sword was broken, and the movement was quick and swift. In the air, there were countless swords and shadows. It was like a long snake in the dance, whistling to the end of the road.

"When the wood is careful!" On the side, a crisp voice sounded, it was just a worry, a look of tension, very worried about Duanmu.

"Nie Tian, ​​you still don't stop them." On the side of the ink, Ru Ruo also voiced to Nie Tian, ​​also worried about Duanmu Road.

Nie Tian is a faint smile, indicating that Mo Ruyi should not worry.

It’s just a matter of learning between children. You don’t have to be so nervous.

If Duanmu Road couldn't even pick up this sword, it would be too scum, and Nie Tian would blush for him.

"Hurricane!" Duanmu Road sighed and sighed, and the Eight-Piece Kunwu crossed the air. The sword's sword was released, but it was a shield of swords.

"砰砰砰······" The next moment, all the swords and shadows bombarded on the shield, but it was directly broken, and it was impossible to wear a shield.

Duanmu is calm and calm, and chooses a more conservative defense against the situation without understanding the strength of the opponent.

Then, the yellow-shirt boy quickly fired the sword, but every time he was stopped by Duanmu Road perfectly.

"You stupid, is it only defensive? If you are a real swordsman, then confront me!" After all, the yellow-shirted boy was young, and he repeatedly attacked without results. He suddenly became angry and snarled.

Nie Tian looked at the side and shook his head again and again. The strength of Duanmu Road was very strong, but his heart was too calm. Even with the powerful attack power of the Eight-Pole Sword, it is still not aggressive.

The swordsman must be overbearing, and the shots must be smashed, fast, and decisive. If the defense is blind, how can the martial arts realm be improved?

Duanmu Road has a high talent and strong perseverance. The only drawback is that it is not overbearing, and some calm and calm.

"When you shoot, what is the defensive situation, are you only beaten?" The crowd around them was also depressed and shouted in unison.

But Duanmu Road is like a piece of wood. It is deaf to everyone's words, as if others are not in his eyes.

"Bad boy, my sword, I must defeat you!" At this time, the yellow-shirt boy was completely irritated, and his figure leaped high, and the whole body rushed out of the sword, and a stabbing sword appeared. The giants of hundreds of meters are sharp and sharp.

"No, this child is annoyed!" Mo Rumei stunned and looked at Nie Tian, ​​but the latter still looked calm, as if nothing had been seen.

The ink is shining like a beautiful woman, and the look is like saying: Is there a teacher like you? Seeing that the student was beaten, he stood still like a piece of wood.

Nie Tian was stunned, but his eyes were not looking at the opposite middle-aged man in black.

The black man has been paying attention to the battle on the field, his eyes are heavy, he is worried about the yellow boy.

"You really are people from heaven." Nie Tian looked at the black man, secretly said in his heart.

He has already perceived that the strength of this black man is the Emperor of Heaven, and that the whole body is surging with a convergent sword, and it seems that it will erupt in an instant.

Just to make Nie Tian wonder, he actually felt an inexplicable familiarity in this black man, as if he had seen this person.

"Qing Ming Sword, a blow!" At this time, the voice of the young boy of Huang Yi sounded, the figure moved, the sword was held, and the sword was smashed. The horrible sword moment burst out, and the brilliance of the sword flowed in the space.

"Duanmu Road, be careful!" Gu Wuxi saw this scene and screamed again.

But Duanmu Road did not seem to hear it. The figure stood there, like a mountain, motionless.

"Scared?" Huang Yi teenager saw that Duanmu Road did not move, could not help but smile, very mocking.

"At the end of the day, Duanmu Road suddenly roared, and the whole body suppressed the sword in a moment to release, a majestic sword is like a dragon, and it looks like a dragon." The power bursts in an instant, directly smashing the sword in the air.

"Ah!" Huang Yijuan felt a huge sword pressure, could not help but tremble, screamed.

"Little teacher!" At this moment, the man in black with an intuitive warfare screamed, and the figure instantly moved, appearing directly in the void, the whole body of the sword was released, turned into a shield, for the yellow The clothing boy blocked a strong blow.

Duanmu Road suddenly felt a sword pressure over, the body shook a little, actually could not bear, a blood, mad out.

However, the sword is obviously not wanting his life, and instantly stagnate in the air, not completely depressed.

"Duanmu Road, are you okay?" At this time, a figure appeared and fell on the side of Duanmu Road, it was Nie Tian.

"Teacher." Duanmu Lu looked a lot better, a look surprised, did not expect Nie Tian will suddenly appear.

In fact, Nie Tian had already seen everything in his eyes. He had already wanted to shoot, but the black man suddenly stopped, so he did not shoot.

Nie Tian suddenly looked up and looked at the black man in the air. His eyes trembled, his face was stiff, and he was amazed: "You are Han Ling!"