Heavenly Monarch of All Times

For the first time, Tang Yan confronted his own speculations about Nie Tian.

However, he obviously did not dare to equate the young man with the most admired person in his heart. He believed that this Nie Tian might be a descendant of Bi Nitian.

It is not surprising that Tang Yin has such speculation. After all, the reincarnation of this kind of thing is too sensational.

Mo Zhaojing sneaked a glimpse of Tang Yin and realized that the latter had different looks. He muttered in his heart: "Does Tang Yi and Nie Tianzhen have anything to do with it? Nie Tian is so against me, it will not be a one arranged by Tang Yin. Dark chess?"

The four major families are nominally allies, but in reality they are not fighting.

The Tang family and the Mohist family are the two strongest of the four major families. Although the momentum of the Mohist family is inferior to that of the Tang family, in recent years, because of the appearance of the ink rain, the reputation of the Mohist family is strong day by day, and there is a faintness beyond the Tang family.

Don’t be jealous of the Mohist family, so it’s not impossible to cultivate Nie Tianlai’s target for the Mohist family.

Otherwise, Tang XIII inexplicably went from the Sui Ling capital, and then became friends with Nie Tian. This kind of thing, no one believes.

The children of the four major families and the waste owner of a third-rate empire's third-rate empire have become close friends, is it possible?

In this way, Mo Zhaojing thought that it was more and more likely.

Recalling the magical rise of Nie Tian, ​​the Dragon Blood Wuhui, the land of blood, the chaos of the chaos, the elders of red, and so on, if there is no support from the big forces, Mo Zhaojing really does not believe.

Ink Zhaojing looked at Tang Yan, his brows were wrinkled, his face muscles R twitched a few times, his heart became Y cold, and he said: "Don Tang, I didn't expect you to be honest and honest on the surface, but in the back, you are doing your best. Since you are so directed at my Mohist family, I can swear by the ink, and I will be able to swallow the voice. The name of the four major families, the name should also be changed."

At some point, Tang Yan realized that he had overreacted and quickly recovered his gaze.

On the battle platform, the battle continues.

"Nie Tian, ​​you deserve to use that trick." Yu Tianyan face Y sinking drip, a pair of Y翳's nephew staring at Nie Tian, ​​can't wait to swallow the other side.

The cold voice fell, and the sky slammed on the feet, the figure skyrocketed, the whole body wrapped in the endless ghost, and the hands clenched the magic sword.

In the midair, the secluded sky is like a demon **** coming, the momentum is getting stronger and stronger, the magic flow in the air becomes more and more heavy, covering the entire competition field, the crowd feels the heart trembles.

In the void, the rich and incomparable magic flow is filled with ghosts, and the strange pictures in the sky flash, and countless ghosts appear.

There are harsh screams in the ears of the people, as if countless babies are suffering terrible torture, Wan Ying is crying.

The fierce voice was bombarded in my heart, and it was tremulous.

"Good and strong suffocation!" Nie Tian felt the magical flow of the whole body, and there was a sharp sharp edge in his eyes.

The ghost of the 300,000 resentment of the baby is of course suffocating.

"Nie Tian, ​​can die under my tens of thousands of demons, this is your privilege." Above the sky, the quiet voice of the quiet voice sounded.

When the voice fell, he no longer hesitated. He stabbed a sword and suddenly trembled. The sound of Wan Ying’s crying reached its apex, and the whole space was boiling.

The crowd heard the fierce and harsh sounds, and they couldn't stand it. Many people covered their ears, their expressions were painful, and they were not as good as death.

People are still a few kilometers away, and Nie Tian is opposite to the singularity.

Such a close distance makes Nie Tian feel the pain of resentment more and more.

Magic flow sword, millions of souls, 300,000 grievances, it seems that the suffering of these people is all raised in Nie Tianyi at this moment.

The magical flow of ghosts makes people feel trembling and cannot suppress themselves.

Sudden tremors, let Nie Tian brows suddenly wrinkled, his face also became Y sinking.

In the void, strange scenes appear, and the magical flow of ghosts condenses into a sly face, each one is very different.

Thousands of ghosts flow, using the magic of the gas to illusion of the scene of the roaring of ghosts, this move is not only powerful, but also has the power to tear people.

If the perseverance is not determined, the will will be destroyed in an instant, and will be swallowed up by the devil, becoming one of the millions of souls.

Nie Tian’s heart is as firm as iron. Even though he is surrounded by anger, the calm in his eyes is still like a steel needle.

"The ghosts flow, kill!" The singer screamed, the ghosts in the air violently abused, and the space was stirred up.

The air volatility of a stock has surged, and it is heartbreaking with a sigh of anger.

Nie Tian is in the endless ghost, like a giant sword running through the heavens and the earth, unable to move, letting thousands of ghosts immerse into the body.

"Looking for death!" Yu Tianyi saw that Nie Tian was standing in the same place like wood, and even the ghost did not stop, which made him even more angry.

"The ghosts are swallowed up, kill me!" The more mad voice sounded, and the singer condensed the endless stream of ghosts, and the body was wrapped in ghosts.

"Good horror!" People can't see the figure on the martial arts stage, just seeing the raging ghosts of the rumbling, like a rolling dark cloud, giving people a strong feeling of suffocation.

Turbulently, the sky stunned and screamed, the face was horrible, the feet were full of ghosts, and the magic flow of the sword in the hands flashed, condensing endless grievances.

A black sword of the sky gradually condenses and slowly becomes clear.

Huge sword shadows, even a thousand meters, even the Tianting Pavilion was shrouded in it, the entire battlefield was discolored, and the heavens and the earth mourned.

It’s too horrible, if this sword goes down, the battlefield of the Wuchang Center must be smashed into powder.

At this moment, everyone is nervous and the heart jumps to the eyes of the blind.

They couldn't see the figure of Nie Tian, ​​but they felt that there was a strong sword in the thick ghost. They stood proudly, but they did not move, and people could not guess what Nie Tian was doing.

The sky is faint, looking down, the look in the eyes becomes weird.

He can clearly see that Nie Tian is in the devil's spirit, as if it is a black D, madly absorb this sin.

In the view of the singer, this is simply suicide!

However, the strange thing is that Nie Tian absorbed the magical flow of ghosts, but the body did not change a bit, and even the look did not change.

You have never seen the secluded scorpion, and some people can forcibly absorb so many magical ghosts.

The magical flow of ghosts, the sneaky spirits inside, extremely strong, and is also an extremely empty sword meaning, once invaded the body of the warrior, few people can withstand the power of ghosts, and ultimately can only explode and die.

"This guy, what are you doing?" The stunned eyes stunned. The more he couldn't understand Nie Tian's move, the more he was panicked.

Finally, the singer no longer waits, no matter how strange Nie Tian, ​​as long as his strength is strong enough, he can still kill it!

"Kill!" The icy killing of the word fell, the magic flow sword swayed down, the giant sword of the kilometer, like a mountain, the vastness of the rolling, overwhelming bombardment.