Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Above the sky, the ink knife and the cold blood stand, the body keeps shaking, such as a piece of residual leaves in the storm, can be torn and shattered at any time.

The crowd below is dead.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at He Han, and the eyes were incredible.

The innocent ink knife He Han, the existence of the goddess of life and the name of Wen Lun, was actually defeated by the wind!

Everyone present can't believe this scene.

The strength of He Han is so strong, why is it defeated by the wind?

He Han is the singer of the celestial sorcerer.

And the wind is away? There is no fame in Ghost Cliff.

But this is the case, the wind left but defeated He Han.

Is it true that the strength of Ghost Cliff and the Emperor Tianzong has really had such a big gap?

Wen Lun stood in the same place and recovered calmly, but there was still shock in his eyes.

In fact, when the wind whispers out the cold night, he already knows that He Han is going to be defeated.

However, when this scene really happened, he was still very shocked.

The strength of the wind is far beyond his expectations, it is too horrible.

At this point, he couldn't help but ask himself, the wind fled a stroke to defeat He Han, and he could support a few tricks?

On the other side, Nie Tian and Tang 13 face changed as well.

Tang Thirteen sneak glimmers, and the shocking feelings are all written on the face.

When the wind vanished, he had already felt that He Han was going to be defeated, but he never thought that He Han would be so defeated.

"His eight winds and ghost dance, very strong!" Nie Tian is a low face, coldly staring at the wind for a long time, heavy opening.

Just a moment of cold and night, it is enough to see the horror of the Eight Winds and Ghost Dance, the kind of seamless attack means that no one can avoid.

In fact, if you talk about real strength, He Han is not much weaker than the wind, and even stronger than the latter.

However, He Han did not understand the Eight Winds and Ghost Dance, and took the defensive from the beginning. This is already weak.

For the unstoppable attack of the cold night, the best response is the active attack.

And He Han, just chose the worst way to cope, so lost defeat.

If it is the cold and the wind is far from the front, the number of wins and losses is still unknown.

But now it’s too late to say that, Han Han has lost, and the defeat is very miserable.

The disciples who witnessed the fierce defeat of He Han’s life, at this time, were all timid and shocked, and they could not speak at all.

"烽天三杰, a mess." Above the sky, the wind is cold and cold, and the scorns sweep the eyes of He Han, and they don't want to look at the second eye.

"You...hey!" He Han was extremely hurt, and then stimulated again, suddenly a blood spurted out, a face pale as paper.

The wind is not to look at him at all, cold and high altitude, proudly said: "Wen Lun, at this moment, you still do not shoot?"

His voice fell, and everyone underneath suddenly disappeared.

"Who is this guy? How can it be so strong?"

"This person is so mad, why don't the masters still shoot, what time do you have to endure?" "Is it shot? I think it's alright. Our master, even if it is stronger than He Han brother, it is only a little stronger." You didn't see it, this guy called the wind, but he defeated the brother of He Han in one stroke. Even if the master is playing, I am afraid

He can't hold two moves in his hand. ”

The crowd said, and the fear in the eyes was even worse.

The wind is really terrible, just a move that directly killed the last hope of the Emperor.

Wen Lun listened to everyone's words, his eyes shivering slightly, and his fists were getting tighter and tighter.

But he, really want to shoot?

Everyone is right. He is only a little stronger than He Han. He calculates his hand and can really defeat the wind.

If Wen Lun does not shoot, at least the Emperor Tianzong still retains a dignity. If it is defeated, then the last dignity will be gone.

"The big man is bright and upright, why fear a battle!" Just as Wenlun was hesitant, a low voice suddenly rang in his mind, causing him to be shocked.

He jerked his head up and saw a silver-haired young man standing in front of him, which was Nie Tian who met not long ago.

"You..." Wen Lun stunned and looked at Nie Tian, ​​not knowing what to say.

"The strength of the wind is not strong, and the relying on it is just the eight-wind ghost dance." Nie Tian did not look back, just passed the voice, said: "The Eight Winds Ghost Dance is not a terrible monk, you only have confidence, I will definitely win him."

"Really?" Wenlun's eyes trembled hotly, still hesitating.

"Wen Lun, you are the chief disciple of the Emperor Tianzong. If you are even timid, how can you let the disciples of the sacred gods live?" Nie Tian’s voice was low and cold and cold: "The big man is upright, not afraid." anyone!"

"Mr. Nie is right, Wen Lun is taught!" Wen Lun suddenly shocked and slammed the top.

He is the chief disciple, can fight, can be defeated, must not be embarrassed!

"As long as you win the wind, the other challenges of Ghost Cliff are handed over to me." Nie Tian nodded slightly and said heavily.

"Thank you Mr. Nie!" Wen Lun shook his eyes, thanked him, and then stepped on his feet and rushed to the sky.

The reason why he hesitated just now is that even if he really defeated the wind, what about the other challengers of Ghost Cliff?

Now that Nie Tian has said that he can be responsible for the remaining challengers, he naturally has no worries and can be assured of a fight.

"Master!" Wen Lun suddenly appeared, so that everyone shouted in unison, the eyes of despair, suddenly flashed a strange light.

Although he doubted Wenlun’s strength, his appearance still cheered everyone up.

"Wen Lun, you finally came." He Han's body trembled, looking at Wen Lun around, barely squeezed a smile.

"Sorry, I am late." Wen Lun helped He Han and sent a force to the latter, apologetically.

"As long as you can beat him, everything is not too late." He Han took a deep breath, his face improved a little, said sinking.

"I will try my best." Wen Lun focused on the head and then gestured to the cold.

"Wen Lun, I didn't expect you to dare to fight." The wind looked away from Wen Lun, a pair of cold as a deep abyss, cold and laughed.

"Wenmou is the chief disciple of the Emperor Tianzong, and swears to defend the dignity of the Emperor Tianzong." Wenlun stepped out one step at a time, suddenly a sword was rushing to the sky, and the fierceness of the air filled the void.

"Oh." The wind sneered out, Zhang said: "Wen Lun, you are a gentleman, your sister Wen Ruo may become my nephew, so I will not let you lose too ugly." Leaving, you and me have a battle, the outcome is not yet known, you should not be too arrogant." Wen Lun's eyes sank, a black and black epee appeared in his hand, sinkingly said: "I know that the wind and ghosts of the wind and ghosts are terrifying. However, my Wen’s four senses and four robberies are not vegetarian!"