Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Jiuyang Tianfeng, if the rain is true, the sword of Yuanling.

Only when he encounters the most horrible enemy will he show the sword of the Spirit.

In the previous top ten battles, even if it was facing the sword arm of Akiyama, if the rain did not use Jiuyang Tianfeng.

"The sword of the horrible spirit of the Yuanling!" The eyes of the crowd were burning. Looking at the sword of Jinguang in the hands of Ruo Yuzhen, it was as dazzling as the sun, and people couldn’t look straight.

If the rain really stepped out, the whole body was wary, and Jiuyang Tianfeng immediately released a glaring white awn, like the blazing fire from the sun, no matter how fierce, it seems that even the space must be pierced.

In the rain, a warrior who was promoted to the wheel of the gods by relying on others to fill the top, but arrogant, no one in sight, his shamelessness is not ordinary.

If the rain of the true policy of the nine Yang Tianfeng stabbed, the white sun of the sun attacked the past, Ling Xiao's sword torn everything, the hot meaning of the air is getting stronger and stronger.

"Sword potential!" Nie Tian saw this scene in the distance, the pupil suddenly shrank, and the look was a bit sluggish. If the rain was really under the sword, it not only blended the enthusiasm of Jiuyang Tianfeng, but also It will also erupt the power of its own swordsmanship. The power of this trick is terrible!

Nie Tian did not think that if the rain is true, it is also a swordsman, and the state of the kendo is very high.

Feel free to use a sword to bring the power of the sword to the extreme. If the real road of the sword is absolutely in the realm of the spirit of the sword, it is stronger than Nie Tian!

The singularity boasted that it was an unprecedented martial art enchanting, but even the spiritual realm of the sword did not reach. Compared with the real rain policy, the sacred talent of the scorpio can only be regarded as slag.

"A strong sword!" The crowd trembled and felt the burning sword and the horrible sword on the top of Jiuyang Tianfeng. Their eyes became excited and strange. The momentum that had previously worshipped the ink rain disappeared without a trace. No trace.

This world is so cruel, only strong enough to win the respect of others.

"Danger!" On the near Tianting Pavilion, Mo Zhaojing perceives the horror of Jiuyang Tianfeng, but he could not help but scream.

Although the distance is kilometers away, Mo Zhaojing still feels the fierce force above the Jiuyang Tianfeng, which makes him strange, and his heart guesses that Jiuyang Tianfeng Yuanling is definitely the seventh spirit or more!

The seventh-order sword spirit is really horrible!

"Siyang Yuyuan!" If the rain is really low, the whole body's Jiuyang sword is getting stronger and stronger, and his whole person looks like a round of horror, so that people can't look straight.

As his voice fell, the Jiuyang Sword in the void condensed into a four-round sun-like fireball, whistling out.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" Four muffled sounds, the fireball directly pierced the majestic palm, and went to the ink rain.

"Well?" The ink rain felt a trace of danger. His eyes gazed and stepped out. The greedy wolf snake spear spears violently.

On the martial arts platform, suddenly the fire was flourishing, and the forces of Jiuyang Jianyi and the snakes and scorpions collided with each other, and the Jingwutai was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The battle between the white mans and the black scorpion turned into a collision between the sea of ​​fire in the eyes of everyone.

In the air, a hot wave of gas filled the crowd, the crowd was illuminated by fire, and the forehead was full of sweat, even the clothes were burned.

Jiuyang Tianfeng’s dazzling light like the sun is actually a few steps away from the rain.

The two opened the distance, standing opposite each other, and each other's body was filled with the radiance of the sky.

Ink rain did not think that if the strength of the rain policy is actually terrible to this point. Just a move, Siyang Yiyuan, if it wasn't for him to have a wolf, a snake, a spear, it was really difficult to pick it up.

"Is this your second shot?" If the rain really sneered, it was very ridiculous.

Just now, Mo Yu said that he had to kill him in one stroke. After a move, he was relegated by the latter.

The eyes of the crowd gradually changed at this moment, and the focused characters changed from the ink rain to the rain.

To be more precise, most people's eyes are placed on the Jiuyang Tianfeng in the hands of Ruo Yuzhen.

The sword of the Yuanling, such as the sun, is indeed a great visual shock.

The ink rain stared at the rain, and the heart suppressed the huge anger. He was too small to look at the latter, which led to a trick and was suppressed.

"The faceless guy, the young master admitted that you underestimated your strength, but then, you will not be so lucky." The cold eyes flashed, the ink rain returned to a state of madness.

In fact, he really hopes to see if the rain is really being taken care of by everyone, because as long as he kills the latter, he will be able to prove his strength.

Today, he wants to prove to the world that he is the first enchanting of the sorcerer!

Thinking of this, the heart of the ink rain is actually a feeling of joy.

If the rain really guessed what the ink rain thought, I couldn't help but smile.

This person, who is arrogant and arrogant, does not think ahead, and pursues the fame and fortune of one's heart. It is not cultivated for martial arts, but cultivated for admiration. This has lost the original intention of the warrior, his martial arts. The heart has been banned by the fame, the name of the enchanting, it is ridiculous.

Once again, the ink rain felt the scorn of the rain, and made him angry, and screamed: "The next move, want your life!"

The shape of the ink rain flashed, and the power of the whole body burst out. The flames above the spears of the wolf and the spears of the wolves surged, and there was a sea of ​​fire in the air. It seemed like a rushing wave, directly pressing on the waves. Rain is true.

The power of the Shenzhou Nine-Warrior, combined with the horror power of the Jiujie Emperor, is terrible.

"Ink rain is angry!" The crowds became hot and they exclaimed. This is the scene they are happy to see, life and death.

The ink rain hits hard, obviously it is the life that wants the rain.

"Five Yang burns the wild!" In the face of the ink rain, if the rain really trembles, the whole body's power is mobilized, and the nine-yang swords that are just overbearing are filled out, and the five nine-yang fires are up and down. Inciting, full of surprises.

The four Yang dynasty, the five yang burning wild, all are the talents of the nine yang body, with the masculine violent Jiuyang sword, the power is terrible.

"Oh!" However, at this time, if Yu Yu’s body suddenly trembled and a blood spurted out, the body’s power suddenly collapsed, and a painful tearing force swept the whole body, his face. The beginning began to bleed slowly, and there was a **** air in the air.

"What happened?" The scene that suddenly occurred, the crowd looked stunned and looked sloppy.

In the past, if the rain is really the policy, and completely fight with the ink rain, how can suddenly vomit blood, the whole body momentum is leaked back.

"Oops, if the rain really cuts the **** marks!" Nie Tian brows his eyes, his eyes tremble, if the rain is really cracking the **** marks at this time, it is terrible.

"Death!" In the rain, seeing this scene, the corner of the mouth whipped up the smug smile, roaring, the savage wolf snake and spear spit out of the air, a black flame appeared in the air, turned into a fire snake, toward the real rain Killing the past.