The Great Robber

The overwhelming will of Pei Ran pointed directly at Li Daoqiang.

It seems to be eloquent and endless, and there will never be a powerless trend.

Li Daoqiang's eyes tilted more, became a little indifferent, and said indifferently: "Let's do it."

Wang Xianzhi didn't have any extra words, just like his fists, they were as concise and powerful.

The next moment Li Daoqiang agreed, he punched.

He has no momentum, and he doesn't need to gain momentum, he is always at the peak.

He can always throw this peak punch.

Between the heaven and the earth, a blue sea suddenly appeared, setting off endless turbulent waves.

In an instant, many people in the Immortal Realm looked sideways at him.

Look sideways at this punch.

He even looked sideways at the strongest martial artist in this realm, how much can he force out of that person?

Everyone present is deeply curious and looking forward to it.

Li Daoqiang knew this well, and he didn't want to give them any chance.

So he swung it away.

It seems to be swaying with the wind, it seems to be swaying casually, it seems to be a natural movement.

"Oh!"

There was an explosion on a sunny day, endless power poured into the surrounding area, and the blue sky seemed to be broken.

Wang Xianzhi's body seemed to be hit hard, the momentum of the ocean was cut off, and it directly fell into the distance like a meteor.

Wang Xianzhi, who had overwhelmed the rivers and lakes for sixty years in Emperor Wudi's city, was defeated.

The defeat was miserable, without any suspense.

The defeat caused countless people to shake their minds and be dumbfounded.

The battle between the immortals seemed to have stagnated for a moment, and their eyes flickered with strange colors.

"It's your turn."

Li Daoqiang ignored it, withdrew his hand, looked at Ying Zheng, and said calmly.

Ying Zheng's brows were already tightly locked at some point, and the palm of his hand holding the sword hilt at his waist was extremely strong.

Shen Ning spat out a word: "Please."

"Bang~!"

The long sword was unsheathed, with the blade pointing down.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

Outside Xianyang, hundreds of thousands of troops suddenly made a shocking movement.

Unmoving like a mountain, moving like a thunder.

The momentum of iron and blood is like a vast wolf smoke, rising against the trend, only they, Buzeng, were half frightened by the scene just now.

Even more turbulent fighting spirit.

It seems that everything in front of them will be destroyed by them.

A burly veteran stepped out from the Ten Thousand Armies, holding a sword in his hand, a sword that was as conspicuous as the scorching sun under the white snow or the lights in the darkness.

The murderous aura that was so strong that it could not be spoken was not like anything in the world.

The long sword was swung in the hand of the veteran, and the military power of hundreds of thousands of the most elite army of the Great Qin moved along with it, all of which were concentrated in this sword.

Substantial murderous and evil spirits immediately turned this world into a world of killing.

The Taoism and temperament of everyone in the fairyland are all covered up and there is no light.

Like lightning, this sword cut out without fancy.

Heaven and earth faded.

In all eyes, only the most tragic, most surging murderous aura, which is uncontrollable like a wild beast, remains.

"it is good."

Li Daoqiang sincerely blurted out his praise.

He raised his palm and blocked it before the sword.

"Bang~!"

The space exploded, and the second level of space was faintly unstable.

But the unruly murderous aura was calmed down and wiped out in this palm.

"What a teacher of the Great Qin Tiger Wolf, I have seen it, and his reputation is well-deserved." Li Daoqiang spoke approvingly, only feeling that the slightest bloody fighting spirit was aroused, and he really became interested.

His perception was not wrong. With this large army alone, no one in the two realms could be invincible except him.

"Come again."

In front of the army, the veteran's eyes were wide open, his beard and hair were all stretched out.

As if the real blood was surging, hundreds of thousands of fighting lions, the murderous aura accumulated for a long time, and the military formation that contained the truth of heaven and earth, all poured out without any reservation.

The long sword was erected, cutting out without leaving any room for life or death.

Compared with the previous sword, this sword is more decisive, more ferocious and ferocious.

Li Daoqiang shifted his gaze at this moment.

Because at the same moment, Ying Zheng moved.

The sword edge was raised and pointed at Li Daoqiang.

As soon as the sword edge was raised, it seemed that a black dragon raised its head in Xianyang city.

Yang Tian roared.

"Ang~!"

The thick dragon's chant exploded between the heaven and the earth, turning into a billowing invisible force and rushing into Ying Zheng's body.

Originally, the power that had just reached the human immortal level had no limit, and it rose crazily.

The power of luck!

Li Daoqiang was slightly startled, this was the first time he saw someone other than himself able to use the power of luck like this.

"Let me see, you want to suppress Daqin's power."

Yingzheng's long and narrow eyes were raised, filled with a madness that was gradually substantiated, and he shouted coldly, raising his sword desperately.

Because he knows that he only has this chance to use his sword.

He must grasp the sword with all his strength, even with words that he is not good at.

Li Daoqiang understood, and Ying Zheng was urging him to take the sword.

He didn't care, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​dodging.

These two people inspired his desire to make a real move.

"Complete you."

Unhurriedly spit out three words, Li Daoqiang made a move.

The same without any fancy, one palm raised and pressed down.

In the palm of the hand, indescribable power gathered, solidified, and burst again.

Like a world, like a sun.

Everything is covered.

"Boom~!"

The bright light shone on the sky of Xianyang City, eclipsing it for hundreds of miles.

A pitch-black black hole appeared, appearing double, as if broken and collapsed twice.

Faintly, it seems that two different scenes can be seen in the double black hole.

"Ang~!"

At this time, there was a faint cry of dragon chant, and many people in Xianyang City felt a sense of sadness.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

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Many people realized something, staring at the terrifying scene in the sky, weeping in surprise.

The three people from the Three Kingdoms were the first to react, their faces were gloomy and uncertain, and they were about to leave immediately without saying a word.

"Let's stay here." Tuoba Bodhisattva's gaze sharpened, and all the suppressed power had been released until now, blasting towards Zhao Huangchao.

another place.

"I lost, I still lost." Xunzi sighed softly, put away all his strength, and stood there silently like an ordinary serious old man.

"No more fights?" Chuanying asked curiously, and then stopped.

"I never know how to fight." Xunzi said seriously.

Chuanying was a little weird, but he still had respect for this sage, so he didn't want to do anything: "Then you won't go?"

"Where can I go?" Xunzi said, and the old god was there, as if waiting for something.

Chuanying understood, indeed, where can a person like Xunzi go?
Have roots and a home.

Can't get away.

Also not leaving, there are Bei Mingzi, Donghuang Taiyi, Guiguzi, Wei Liao, and the person who is still entangled with Long Da.

As for those below the immortals, some surrendered, while others wanted to fight to the death.

No matter what, the inside and outside of Xianyang City was still covered in a layer of blood.

(Chapter 1.)
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