Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 888: Emperor Wuque/perfect King Way
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Two of the stately honorable Protoss warriors did not move. The other Thirteen Protoss warriors, body, slowly rose from the water and Ling Bo stood.
The white-haired man sitting cross-legged glanced around, spit out two words and said: "Monster Race."
The genius of the famous Protoss of Thirteen, without saying a word, began to accumulate the body, neatly pulled out the golden long sword matching the waist, each wielding a ray of Golden Sword Qi, and headed towards the gathering point twinkling of Monster Race.
In the void, a chant of chants rang out from all sides, and the chants of loudness made the Thirteen Golden Sword Qi combine to form a giant Sword Qi surrounded by countless gods.
Giant Sword Qi, the momentum is astonishing, a sword flying, as if you can smash the void. The **** pattern circulated above also makes the Sword Qi forced together, stable and unmatched.
Monster Race martial arts jumped into the sky one after another, daring not to confront the Sword Qi formed by this Thirteen person.
This Thirteen famous Protoss warrior, any one, fighting alone with them, has a 60% chance of winning. Now they are together, and they dare to fight hard.
Only the grandson of the Peacock King, Kong Yuan looked furious and did not leap. The Heavenly Saint rule behind changes in a burst, forming a peacock feather up to 100 meters long, which is inserted behind him.
Purple root feathers, twinkling with crystal purple rays of light, like a peacock on the screen, beautiful and endless. He stretched out his hand and a loud peacock crying sounded.
The space is oscillating, and the sacred lines on the giant Sword Qi are affected and begin to break apart inch by inch.
Pushing the palm forward, the Giant peacock screen flower behind him, the splendid light masterpiece, crystal clear, the giant Sword Qi that broke the **** pattern, was directly crushed by his palm.
Behind the peacock screen flowers are not scattered, Kong Yuan sullen face, looking at the white-haired man said: "Emperor Wuque/perfect, what do you mean, do you want to kill it?"
The white-haired male emperor Wuque/perfect said a little unexpectedly: "Yes, it seems that your cultivation level has also reached the Peak half-holiness, and you It is likely stay."
The other Monster Race warriors who were suspended in the air were dissatisfied, and the Tu Ze was the most hot-tempered, cursing: "Fuck you, the emperor Wuque/perfect, you are just a **** son. Are you really a peerless god?"
After finishing speaking, I want to rush down again.
Emperor Wuque/perfect raised his head slightly, looked at coldly, and firmly locked Tu Ze with strong mental force.
Feeling a vast force surrounding him, Tu Ze's arrogant posture immediately fell, stopped in the air, and dared not move.
"You want to stay and also It is likely, as long as you can catch the joint attack of the Thirteen name my warrior, it will be It is likely."
Tu Ze burst into flames in his heart, he was fighting alone, maybe a demon body could barely win one of them, of course, only maybe.
The genius of the Thirteen protoss united in a single blow. Wherever he could hold it, the temper came suddenly. But the glance of Emperor Wuque/perfect's eyes immediately shouted, and he was depressed.
Monster Race everyone was indignant, and they all shouted to fight with this group of people, and they also turned to Kong Yuan for help.
Kong Yuan deliberately ignored it. He knew better than anyone. The terrifying Thirteen people in front of him were not a big problem at all. The real difficulty is the white-haired man without take action, and the white-haired woman.
The two of them are **** sons and goddesses. They have already moved the entire Kunlun, if they are take action together.
Even he can't protect himself. The entire Monster Race has to be kicked out. Emperor Wuque/perfect didn't rush to kill him, leaving him a seat, he naturally would not say much.
"Emperor Wuque/perfect, you can talk and count, I will take this trick."
Little Heavenly Ape Feng, suddenly opened his mouth and said to Emperor Wuque/perfect.
"Natural calculations, when did our Emperor Wuque/perfect say nothing?"
Emperor Wuque/perfect showed a satisfied look in his eyes. As long as someone accepted this condition, he did n’t want to see the ending of the fish.
As long as one person accepts, Monster Race will be considered the big picture.
Under the attention of other Monster Race warriors, Little Heavenly Ape forcibly took this sword, which was beyond the expectations of others.
Although some were spitting out their blood in embarrassment, the little Heavenly Ape was not seriously injured, but only slightly injured.
Deep rays of light shines deep in the eyes of Emperor Wuque/perfect, and one can see the doubt in one glance. This little Heavenly Ape has good strength, but it can still catch this sword, relying on a King Grade Secret Treasure in his body.
However, there was no break, nodded slightly, indicating that he stayed with It is likely.
Other Monster Race warriors, unaware of the doorway, three others forcibly picked up, and all were severely wounded and vomiting blood, and more severely nearly cut off.
The Saint Rank defense treasures on his body have not played much role.
As a result, other people took a deep breath and never dared to say anything. In the end, only two of Monster Race stayed, the grandson of Peacock King Kong Yuan, and the small Heavenly Ape Feng.
With such movement, it is natural to bring all the warriors of the other three groups to attract.
Xiao Chen did n’t stop cultivation, but he knew everything but knew everything.
I have heard about the strength of the Protoss before. At first sight, I finally understood it. The Emperor Wuque/perfect stayed motionless and drove away all eight Monster Race genius warriors in a wave.
It seems decisive and overbearing, but the tricks used in it are also amazing.
If Monster Race is not resolved, let all counterattack, then the geniuses of other races will certainly not speak so well, unite against him, obviously not the result he wants.
In the Ghost Clan, the woman in the red dress with Xiao Chen who had a close relationship stretched out his hand and took all the martial arts of his own family behind him.
The white and snowy cheeks are cold and lifeless, just as thrilling as ever.
"Emperor Wuque/perfect, what exactly do you want to do." The woman in the red dress was cold and her lifeless voice sounded.
The Emperor Wuque/perfect looks like a ghost and axe, with a handsome face carved out without a trace of change, saying: "What I want to do has been made clear. The essence of Shenquan in this pool is obviously limited."
"Limited resources, so many people are absorbing, obviously is not normal, and naturally have to drive away some people."
The red skirt woman ’s eyes twitched and pondered: "Then you mean, everyone has to catch it, you sword of Thirteen people can stay."
Emperor Wuque/perfect looked up and sneered. rays of light in his eyes seemed to be able to see everything through and said: "I didn't say this to you Qingcheng. This was said to the person in Monster Race. When I don't understand the martial arts of you Ghost Clan and Corpse Clan ?"
"Yin Bing clone and Sky Corpse clone can both hold you a fatal blow. The two of you can only leave me two people together."
At the end of the talk, Emperor Wuque/perfect's tone was cold and had no vitality.
"The two of you, both of them are Dao of Death, and there is no Strength Of Death It is likely for you in Lushen Spring. If you want to get started, even if you fight, you will not be given two places."
Emperor Wuque/perfect's tone is very overbearing, and he immediately poked the fate of the two tribes, so that all parties of the two tribes are peerless geniuses, and they have the courage to complain.
This person is very kingly, and not the kind of brave and kingly, often this kind of person is the most terrible.
Ghost Clan Corpse Clan got together for a moment, and finally decided to give up, leaving Wang Can and the red skirt girl Qingcheng.
As a result, after Ghost Clan and Corpse Clan, Emperor Wuque/perfect's gaze was finally put on the final Human Race.
The weaker people in Human Race could n’t help but worry about it. Emperor Wuque/perfect easily solved Monster Race, Ghost Clan and Corpse Clan, and finally faced Human Race alone, which gave them a lot of pressure.
Emperor Wuque/perfect glanced at the worried Human Race man, and he sneered in his heart, just like a king said: "Except Yan Thirteen and the three Holy Child, the rest of you are It is likely."
Three Holy Child could n’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. This emperor Wuque/perfect, after all, was afraid of the three of them and dared not mess up.
Shui Lingling sees the appearance of the three Holy Child and feels very speechless. Corpse Clan Ghost Clan is limited by the environment and dare not fight hard.
The overall strength of Monster Race is the weakest, and it is its own camp. Emperor Wuque/perfect does not pay attention to it at all.
Human Race is not subject to any restrictions here, but the overall strength is the strongest, as long as three Holy Child ascends.
Under the combined force, even if you are not defeated by the Protoss clan, you can drag on for two hours, so that they can not absorb the essence of the Divine Spring with peace of mind, and Emperor Wuque/perfect will definitely cast a mouse.
But at this moment Emperor Wuque/perfect's light-hearted words immediately disintegrated the fighting spirit of the three Holy Child. Others would have to leave if they didn't want to go.
Yan Thirteen suddenly stood up, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a sneering smile, while others were extremely angry and depressed.
He turned his hand, and Tian Bingjian appeared was in his palm, sneered: "It is rare that the Son of God looks like Yan, but I will leave Thirteen, where it is your turn to intervene."
After the words were finished, the Tianbing sword was unsheathed in a flash, and the sword was half an inch. The black murderousness swept out like the Berserk Dragon storm.
The vast vitality in the Shenquan Pool was cut off by the half-inch kill Sword Qi in an instant.