Imperial God Emperor: 0309, God’s Gate opens

"Boy's arrogance!" There was a hint of killing intent in the eyes of the gray-haired middle-aged swordsman.

This man's Sword Skill is extremely tall, the sword in the wrist is slightly shaken, and a touch of bright sword light is volleyed out. It is not as many times as the arrogance of the sword when it was shot before.

Sword Qi The arc of light breaks through. Wherever it passes, the air splits to the sides like waves, as if to tear up the void.

But all of this is in front of the fist of Ximen Yeshuo, but it is like a dream bubble, all of which are instantly broken by a punch.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged swordsman was surprised. He had a sword in his hand, which was across his chest. He held his finger against the blade and caught the blue fist print.

Boom!

The energy burst.

The clear spirit weapon long sword suddenly broke into five or six pieces in the crisp sound, and flew out. The middle-aged swordsman wanted to stabilize his body, but was imprinted in the punches. The overwhelming force pushed retreats. His feet were plunged into the gravel under his feet, but he still couldn't stop his body. He pulled back several tens of meters, leaving two shocking scratches on the ground.

Everyone around is exhausting.

The origins of this middle-aged swordsman and Cultivation Base, most people know it, and it is definitely one of the best players in Heaven Wasteland Domain Human Race. Everyone around them asked himself, no one can be like this scholar. fly.

What is the origin of this scholar, so powerful?

In everyone ’s mind, the ideas are different. Looking at the Ximen Yeshuo, they all look extremely fearful.

The Ye Qingyu that follows Ximen Yeshuo is taken for granted as a follower of Ximen Yeshuo. Everyone in the audience can clearly see the Qi Cultivation Base of Ye Qingyu at a glance, so he is not very concerned about him. .

Only Qin Zhishui standing alone, under the edge of the eyebrow, a trace of fineness flowed in the eyes, and nodded at Ye Qingyu.

But he didn't say anything.

Ye Qingyu I didn't expect that the silent and indifferent swordsman would say hello to himself, and after a moment's silence, he nodded secretly.

"I thought it was a master, and the result was a dish." Ximen Yeshuo succeeded, and it was inevitable to look a little bit. Looking at the angry middle-aged swordsman, he smiled and said, "strength is so weak I have also learned that others will try to test the latecomers. It is really old Shouxing. The frost is long. You can live to this day, and luck is so good. "

Mouth is poisonous.

The middle-aged swordsman was stunned with qi, leaving a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth, and a look of venomous resentment in his eyes.

However, he didn't take any more shots, but retreated resentfully.

Ye Qingyu secretly remembered the face of this middle-aged swordsman. He could not hold back in this situation. This man's heart is not to be underestimated. He obviously hated Ximen Yeshuo, and he also passed on to himself. Extreme hatred, I am afraid that as long as he finds an opportunity, he will definitely retaliate.

"Why are you standing here? Are you waiting for robbery?"

Ximen Yeshuo looked at everyone.

Some snorted and didn't look at him.

Someone didn't hear it.

However, some people apparently want to make friends with this young student who looks whine, an iron armored man with wild hair like hay, looks very mighty, like a wild lion, but he laughs and walks out , Said: "Everyone is waiting for the door of the palace to open. Little friend, don't you know the mystery here?"

"The gate of the palace?" Ye Qingyu asked in a voice.

The iron armored man took a look at Ye Qingyu, ignored it, and turned to Ximen Yeshuo, and said, "This may be the real palace, the palace appeared before, the palace door opened, and already was entered, but every time The door is open, only twelve people can enter, so the big guy is waiting here ... "

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the Stupid Dog Little Nine hanging on the heel of Ximen Yeshuo, and immediately hesitated.

This kind of picture is just too funny. Can you imagine a picture of a scholar who is regarded as a powerful master, but the heel is being bitten by a fat dog like a pig? The old man with iron armor now felt like he was looking at something wrong.

Ximen Yeshuo himself did not have the slightest consciousness, nodded, and said, "Oh, that's the case ... Oh, I see. It turns out that the powerful people already have entered the palace. You must be too weak to fight. People who went in before can only wait until now, right? "

The old man in iron armor showed a hint of embarrassment.

Ye Qingyu silently left a drop of sweat in my heart, saying that Ximen, you, such a poisonous snake, was so lucky to have lived to such a large size that it had not been killed, it must be in your so-called division, not many people.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

"You are young and have no cover, you must die early."

Among the crowd, already drank dissatisfiedly.

They did lose in the previous battle, so they had to wait here. Ximen Yeshuo said this, they were not afraid to expose their scars, and they sprinkled a salt on it. Not to see the strength shown before him, it is really powerful, I am afraid that it was already killed by everyone.

Between speaking, a sound came from [the fog of oblivion] behind.

Someone here again?

"Hum, there are still people who are not afraid of death. There are so many people." Some people in the crowd hummed, killing intent filled the void.

The gate of the palace is opened once before you can enter twelve people. There are nearly twenty people waiting in front of already. Now every additional person means that the probability of entering the palace gate is reduced by one point. This is any one person. I do n’t want to see, if the people out of the fog area, strength is not enough, they will be killed or driven away.

Slight footsteps came.

A figure appeared slowly.

Ye Qingyu The moment he looked back, his heart suddenly jumped violently.

The figure that emerged from [The Fog of Oblivion] is an exquisite young girl, wearing a samurai robe of Dark-red, and a gold carved mask covering her small and white face. What, but Ye Qingyu recognized it at a glance.

Not Song Xiaojun, who else?

Ye Qingyu never thought that I would meet Song Xiaojun here again.

Because the body is blocked by Ximen Yeshuo, Song Xiaojun did not see Ye Qingyu in the first place.

She just walked out of [The Fog of Oblivion] quietly and kept her head down all the time. The hair of Dark-red hangs down like a cloud. Feeling, as if trying to think hard, never looked up at the crowd from beginning to end. After coming out of the mist, he stopped and said nothing, waiting quietly.

The eyes of everyone fell on Song Xiaojun.

"A little girl?" Someone in the crowd laughed lowly.

But no one tempted.

Because the Darkness Flame Power emanating from Song Xiaojun is heartbreaking, everything shows that this young girl who looks quiet and indifferent has a powerful strength.

Ye Qingyu did not hold back, he said, "Why are you here?"

As soon as Song Xiaojun looked up, when seeing Ye Qingyu, a flash of bright color flashed in the eyes like Wanzao Xuanbing, and then it seemed to remember something again, saying: "What about bunny rabbit?"

Ye Qingyu smiled and said, "Where is my house."

"Speaking is not countable." Song Xiaojun's eyes flashed a look of disappointment.

This sentence is abrupt, but Ye Qingyu knows what she means, because she promised the little girl before, she must take good care of the little rabbit, and quickly explained: "Rest assured, my aunt and sister take care of it, I ’m here, it ’s dangerous, so I ca n’t take it with me. ”

Song Xiaojun hummed, bowed his head, and said nothing.

The eyes of Ximen Yeshuo, from the perspective of Ye Qingyu and Song Xiaojun, seem to have lowered sound/noise and said: "Brother, your heartbeat is fast."

Ye Qingyu grinned.

He really wanted to find needlework to sew up the goods.

At this time, Song Xiaojun looked up again and said, "Follow me next time."

"Ah?" Ye Qingyu froze.

With the character of Song Xiaojun, you should not say such words that are close to ‘intimacy’.

"I protect you," Song Xiaojun continued.

Ye Qingyu suddenly understood that Song Xiaojun meant that she wanted to protect herself, go out alive, and take care of the little rabbit.

Uh, what's all this?

Am I in your heart, not as precious as that little rabbit.

Marquis Ye was a little lost.

Ximen Yeshuo is like finding a new continent, and the thief smiled, "There's rape."

The voice doesn't fall.

Boom!

A dark flame blasted where he stood.

A large pit a few meters deep appears, and a hint of dark inflammation emerges from the pit.

The Ximen Yeshuo who avoided it in time, with a shocked expression on his face, quickly wow shouted: "Stop, stop now ... don't get me wrong, I'm kidding, he and I are good friends ... wow, so violent ..." /

The other experts around saw the dark flame, and all of them suddenly changed their faces.

"City of Unmoving Darkness?"

"Are you ... the dark lady?"

Someone looked shocked, retreats again and again.

The legend of City of Unmoving Darkness, with their qualifications, of course, it is impossible to have not heard of it. Some time ago, even Lu Zhaoge almost died in the hands of this demonic girl. Now on the road Human Race Jiang Hu, everyone smells discolored. All of them claimed to destroy the demon, but they really met the Dark Lady, and they couldn't help but be in awe.

Only Qin Zhishui's eyes flickered with surprise.

He obviously didn't think about why, as a man in Youyan army, [You Yan Yiye] turned out to be so familiar with Girl of darkness.

But at this time, strange changes appeared in the void.

Multicolor light flashes.

originally In the dim mid-air, there is a towering temple slowly emerging. Like a mirage, it gradually becomes clear from extreme blur. The temple is made of clean white **** bricks. When I saw it, I couldn't see the dome of the temple at a glance. The dazzling white light sprinkled. The entire temple was filled with a sense of sacred and sacredness indescribable in words. There was a magnificent Aura, which escaped from the temple.

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on this floating temple.

Before the temple, a double-sided rectangular white stone gate made a thunderous sound and slowly opened.

"The gate of the palace has finally opened."

Someone shouted excitedly.

咻咻 咻咻.

Light and shadow flicker.

Countless Daoist shadows are like lightning Flowing Light, rushing towards the slowly opening door ——

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