Archfiend Chapter 834: : Reject Xiahou again

In the mid-air Dajin Palace, several pairs of old eyes opened from the darkness, and they knelt to the ground immediately: "Farewell to Xiahou!!"

The sound is loud.

Unfortunately, Xiahou's spiritual sense didn't even look at them.

They are not irritated, only panic. The eyes immediately found Xu Yangyi. The turbid old eyes who had lived for hundreds of years were filled with hot jealousy and jealous madness.

Lucky...how lucky!

It actually made Xiahou more green eyes! The existence of the high-level Kunlun ruins, that is their secret! Every hundred years, how many treasures the Zhenwu Realm sends, I have only seen Xiahou face to face once! This son, He De, He Neng, can actually make Xiahou favor! ?

"How?"

Xiahou seems to be only interested in Xu Yangyi, as if completely forgetting that there are other people here.

Xu Yangyi shook his head without any consideration.

"Why?" Xiahou seemed to have expected his reaction, with a slight smile.

"This is not lucky." Xu Yangyi looked at the sky and arched his hands: "This is escape."

"Oh?" Xiahou's reaction was even more peculiar, this time... it seemed more pleasant.

Xu Yangyi didn't want to, and said firmly: "The plane is in disaster, and he chose to ascend, not to escape or something?"

No answer.

After a few seconds, the smile in the sky disappeared: "Very good."

"This Hou will decide you."

"If you can survive."

"The chain of the seven realms, the most vital line of defense for this one-planetary string, is waiting for you in Kunlun Ruins. It is easy to obtain from a thousand armies, but a general is hard to find."

The sound disappears.

All the monks below, only then came back to their senses.

All earth monks, their faces flushed with excitement.

Rejected... Real Wolf Poison rejected Soaring! And it looks more than once!

This is soaring... only in the legend! If it hadn't been for Real Wolf Dux to tell the World War of Ten Thousand Realms this time, if it hadn't been for him to light up the lamp, the earth might never rise. And it was this person who drove everything that turned down the invitation of the upper world in person!

Only the real character of a great hero is the self-promotion of a real name.

What is the chain of seven worlds? What does Kunlun have? Who is Xiahou? Who else is watching?

Their hearts are beating violently.

However... there is no time to think about it, this little episode is too short for the entire battlefield. The moment after the sound disappeared, the desolate horn blew on the top of Qingcheng Mountain.

"Woohoo..."

Charge, charge! Still charge!

Hot blood, returning to the body from outside the sky, all the Chinese cultivators looked at the opposite side with red eyes, the endless black tide that covered the sky.

Win, win! His idol, Wolf Poison, the real general, was defeated as a real martial artist! What better time to strike back?

The black tide had already rushed five kilometers outside Qingcheng Mountain. I don’t know who among the Chinese cultivators shouted: "Kill it!!"

"You can't shame the real Wolfman!!"

This sound is like dropping a boulder in a pond, and in an instant, the entire ocean is full of stormy waves.

"Kill!!" "If the ancestor court is lost, what face is there to see the heavenly master?!" "In the past Dao ancestor ancestor court killed a hundred thousand ghosts, today I wait for the younger generation to break the enemy!" "It is death, Never lose the face of the real wolf poison!" "The real person is up, how can I take a step back when I wait?!"

"Boom!!" With a roar, Xu Yangyi's pride in defeating Tianjiao completely ignited the warfare of the Chinese monks, with an imposing manner like a rainbow, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger. White, which is several times less than black, is now entering the black wave regardless of life and death. It was originally a scene of black clouds surrounding the moon, and the teeth were intertwined.

"Deadly defend the ancestral court!!" "Deadly fight and never retreat!!" "Unless we are killed! Otherwise, the gate of Qingcheng Mountain will never be opened for you!!"

It broke out completely.

Zhan Taoqing, Zhanrong County lord, Ping Jin empress lord, trapped Jin empress lord, defeated the heroes in one move, here finally formed the most ambitious tsunami.

In the forefront, Zhenwu Sect Zhenwu Dangling Demon Formation has a long roar above its head. After several large arrays, the Zhenwu Dangling Demon Formation has been dimmed and crumbling. However, the old Xudan who was dying laughed loudly, stepping on the clouds, standing on the head of the great formation, with a long sword as a song: "No one is the master of the profound!!"

The other teams still don’t understand, but when all Taoist monks heard this sentence, no matter Longhu, Qingcheng, Heming, and the people of the three great ancestors, their eyes suddenly turned red. There are countless Taoist monks, whether they are monks or not. Long body and worship, separated from Taoism for thousands of years, at this moment unexpectedly unified mind. Millions of voices were in unison, like Huang Zhongda Lu.

"Sweeping all demons is the truth of martial arts!!!"

"The ancestral court is immortal! Orthodoxy is immortal!!"

The ancestor of the Zhenwu faction laughed loudly, and the sword slammed into the air. However, this time, the elites of Zhenwu faction did not object, instead they raised their long swords together and snarled themselves horizontally.

Thousands of blood arrows swayed in the air. In Taoism, Emperor Zhenwu, also known as Dang Mo Zu Shi, killed the most. When this sentence was shouted, it meant that they had decided to stay on this battlefield.

No one knows the name of this ancestor, and no one knows the thousands of people who followed him. Maybe... the body can't be found.

"Shula..." A piece of blood mist drenched the True Wudang Demon Array, and the dimly dim array burst out with magnificent light in an instant. When all the cultivators were martyred, the emperor rose up with a ten thousand-foot sword, and the surrounding area was instantly black. disappear.

As the Zhenwu Great Formation broke out again, all the great formations showed their skills at the bottom of the box, and the situation of the war... was actually pushed back abruptly and slowly!

From five kilometers, start pushing outward one meter by one meter!

"Walk..." On the top of the mountain, the young Taoist priest of Heming Mountain closed his eyes, and his eyes were tearful: "Heming Mountain's 30,000 heavenly soldiers will definitely break through the siege within half a year. Taoists rest assured."

The white waves are like tides, and the scorching fire waves swallow the black waves with extremely low morale.

Xu Yangyi's eyes flickered, there were formations, and the masters of the martial arts. I don't know how many people chose to die as martyrs. I don't know how many young Taoists' blood stained the land outside Qingcheng Mountain. The blood in his heart rushed directly to the top of his head, even if he didn't have much spiritual power in his whole body, he didn't step back, but stepped forward directly with a wave of pride and courage.

"Yijian always hates, short of breath and heroes!"

Feng Xu Yufeng stroked his finger across the black Zhenwu world tide, proudly watching the ten streamers running away from the sky, his voice was like Huang Zhongdalu: "Who dares to fight!"

The same sentence.

Still that person.

Two seconds later, Xu Yangyi took a deep breath, carrying his spiritual energy, and his voice sounded like a **** of war: "Who dares to fight!!!"

"Boom!!" With this sound, the flaming Suzaku shrouded behind him, standing proudly on top of the tens of thousands of troops, drawing a heart-shattering catalog of the God of War.

The real martial arts world is silent. Millions of people clamor for a battle, and no one dares to respond.

Three feet Qingfeng defeated the world, riding a white horse to drive Wujiang.

Neither Huaxia nor Zhenwu dare to speak loudly, fearing to shock the heavens.

The killing was overbearing and arrogant, killing all the Chinese cultivators cheering and blood boiling!

The combined blow of more than a dozen golden cores not only didn't hurt the real Wolfdu, but made him appear as a **** of war! This kind of unsurprising spirit of Taishan collapse, this kind of self-confidence in the world to give to me, is simply a shot of invigorating the Chinese monks who are fighting hard!

"Go back!!" On the front line of the confrontation between the golden wave and the white wave, a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen sect shouted loudly, pointed his long sword diagonally, and the monk beside him shouted, 10,000 people responded, and a lot of spiritual light shot into the sky. From the start, he unexpectedly forced the six major expeditionary forces of Dajin to go back 100 meters!

"Punch!" I don't know how many magic weapons penetrated his body instantly. Wan Jun saw it. He didn't have any eyesight at the moment. Instead, he was learning from the real wolf poison in the sky. He also gave a long roar and laughed: " After death!"

"Boom!" The white light burst, and the soul was scattered.

"Martyred with his body!!" Dao Sovereign rides a tiger and swims eight poles, the sword illuminates the sky and the sky is blue, endless flying swords fly out from Qingcheng Mountain, such a good opportunity, the opportunity is not to be missed, and time never comes! When the entire army was dispatched, the rain of black spirit swords, each of which was stepping on a foundation-building monk, dyed the sky into a stream of clouds.

Without scruples, without flinching, rushed to the floating boat in the sky with all his strength. Even facing the extreme ferocity, the artillery fire that penetrates the sky.

Of course, no one stays away, no one backs away.

The flag is in front, so there is no reason to hinder!

"Follow me!!" "Never take a step back!!" "The real person is here, the ancestral court will not fall!!!" "The real martial arts world, what is there to be afraid of!" "It's just a death! I'm twenty Years later, he will be another hero!!" "Take care of your life, don't enter this door! Greed of life and fear of death, please go another way!"

If someone was afraid of death just now, at this moment, no one is greedy for life. Countless auras are in the air, one by one magic weapon, one by one, blew themselves again and again, forcibly rushing the locust-like real martial world hundreds of meters away!

"Kill!!!" The star-filled white wave swarmed at the back, killing his eyes. At this moment, a green aura spread over the top of the head, and on the Qingcheng Mountain, a loud laugh: "The peak hugs the three square columns, and the tide welcomes Come on one side!"

"Today~IndoMTL.com~The Chinese Allied Forces will win! Qingcheng Mountain will win! The ancestral court, will never fall today!!"

Chaoyangzi's long sword crossed his chest, guarding the old monarch's palace: "If you want to enter the ancestral court, then use your life to exchange it!"

"Millions of Taoist monks are waiting for you in the ancestral court!"

"Shu Lala!" Under the green aura, the Chinese monks became more and more brave as they fought, and every inch was dyed red with blood. But no one backed away.

Led by the totem in the sky.

Under the guidance of blood in my heart.

Stick to the ancestral court! Defend Qingcheng!

Every meter, every inch, is dyed red with blood. The more blood, the more red and the hotter the fighting spirit.

On the other hand, in the Zhenwu world, there is only depression, depression, and depression in my heart. The black tide recedes and then recedes, there is no retreat!

Seventeen princes of the famous Jin Dynasty...No, twenty-two princes. First cut Tao Qing, then princess Rong, and then become the queen lord! Finally... one pick seventeen! Within two hours, the momentum is like a broken bamboo!

This... Is this really the reincarnation of the God of War?

How could there be such a golden pill!

Can their nine-hundred-nine-nine-million-spirit Xuanyuan Sword Master pick 15?

"Retreats cut!!!" At the moment when the Black Wave was defeated like a mountain, a gritted teeth, full of hatred, but a majestic voice suddenly sounded: "Retreat ten meters, kill! Retreat 100 meters, Yisan Clan!!! Step back three hundred meters and punish the nine clan!!!"

On the horizon, a golden wave dyed the sky into red gold. Amidst the lofty imperial aura, a figure in a nine python robe stepped into the air, and there was nothing in his eyes, only hatred and the figure of Xu Yangyi at the top.

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