Battle God Emperor

Mo Ziyang looked up at the sky. In the distance, two figures, white and black, approached quickly. They turned out to be white dragon and black tiger.

Then Yu Guang glanced at the courtyard again. To his relief, the fat man's blood vision finally stopped. Even if he was found, he probably couldn't see anything.

"Come again, are you going to die again?" When the white dragon and the black tiger are close, Mo Ziyang shouts angrily, and the murderous spirit blooms out without hesitation.

Just the voice just fell, Mo Ziyang's pupil slightly vibrated for a while, because behind them, there appeared a black robed man.

The black robed man is about 50 years old, but the breath of his soul makes Mo Ziyang afraid.

"Hunyuan battle, the ninth small realm of Holy Land!" Mo Ziyang took a deep breath, once he had reached such a state, naturally clear in his heart.

Now he is just the sixth small realm of Hunyuan battle holy land. With his talent and strength, it is not difficult to stop a ninth small realm of Hunyuan battle holy land, but there are two third small realms of Hunyuan battle holy land.

If they really want to destroy the Doujia, Mo Ziyang is also powerless and may not be able to stop them.

"Oh, there is the sixth small realm of Hunyuan battle in this remote area?" The man in black spoke lightly, and his tone was full of contempt.

"The backwater?" Hearing these words, Mo Ziyang guessed the origin of the man in black in his heart. Only the people in the unparalleled holy city can have this kind of superior mentality. No matter where they go, they are in the backwater.

"It seems that the people of unparalleled holy city can't walk around at will in the southern region. I don't know which force you are from?" Mo Ziyang frowned.

He is ready for the first world war with all his strength. If three people attack, he is bound to kill the other two Hunyuan. At the beginning of the Holy Land War, they will not be given the chance to deal with the fighters.

Hearing Mo Ziyang's words, the black robed man's eyes narrowed slightly and said: "old man, you can see my identity. It shows that you have some eyesight and submit to me. How about if I don't kill you?"

"Fool, you people in the holy city look like the best in the world. Is it difficult to recognize your identity? And submit to you? " Mo Ziyang was amused by the man in black.

The white dragon and the black tiger draw slightly from the corners of their mouths. The old man is really looking for death. He dares to provoke the adult.

However, they also recognized Mo Ziyang's words that the people in the holy city were noble, but in the eyes of people outside the holy city, they were just so.

The big families in the holy city, the flowers in the greenhouse, can't stand the brilliance. Of course, we have to admit that the genius of the holy city is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

"Old man, do you want to die?" Seeing Mo Ziyang scolding him, the man in black suddenly burst into a rage and said, "you two, kill him for me!"

"Lord Lei!" The white dragon and the black tiger's face changed slightly, and they were furious in their hearts. You are the ninth small realm of Hunyuan battle. Why didn't you do it.

We are just the third small realm of Hunyuan battle. We are not the old man's opponents. If we can beat him, we will fight before. Do we have to wait until now?

White dragon in particular, he was mo Ziyang blow fly, completely scared.

"Let the two of you kill him, don't you hear me?" The man in black glared angrily and said, "you don't do it. I'll kill you first.".

His name is Lei Yun. He is a member of the Lei family of the Kowloon Chamber of Commerce. Last time, he secretly attacked the Dragon immortal and helped the Chinese family win the Dragon kingdom.

White dragon and black tiger have the impulse to curse their mother, but they still stick to their heads and walk towards Mo Ziyang. If they don't go up, they will surely die. If they go up, they may have a chance to survive.

Two people in the heart very regret, knew early should not come back, even if on the road meets the thunder cloud, also should regard as what all did not know.

"If you two want to die, come here." Mo Ziyang smiles indifferently. He can see that white dragon and black tiger are afraid, but they have to deal with him.

This is the sorrow of the weak. In front of the real strong, what about the holy land of Hunyuan war?

"If you don't go there, you're dead as well!" Lei Yun sneered and said that the reason why he didn't do it immediately was that he felt a dangerous breath from Mo Ziyang.

There are two cannon fodder, white dragon and black tiger.

"Kill

Hearing Lei Yun's words, the white dragon and the black tiger tremble. Then they summon up the courage to roar. They look at each other and summon the fighting spirit to rush to Mo Ziyang.

Mo Ziyang looks very calm. Since he was injured, he has not really fought for more than ten or twenty years. This is the first time he has fought with Hunyuan battle Holy Land in many years.

But his heart is extremely calm, like these two Hunyuan battle holy land, in his eyes, just two little grasshoppers.

Seeing Mo Ziyang unmoved, the white dragon and the black tiger both have a fierce look in their eyes. The dragon and the tiger's fighting spirits appear on their heads, and they are full of ferocity. The rolling spirit of soul power instantly submerges Mo Ziyang.

"White dragon, he is just like that." Black tiger is a grin, before the white dragon injury he also knows."Be careful." The white dragon is dignified.

"Wheeze!"

All of a sudden, a dull sound came out, and a white sword burst into the sky. Its speed was extremely fast, and it directly broke through the sea of soul power.

"Black tiger, be careful!" White dragon yells, Zhang Gang quickly shifts direction, pours on the sword.

However, the speed of the sword was so fast that it pierced the black tiger's chest in a flash. The whole person suddenly split into two and became a shower of blood and filled the void.

A sword, black tiger die!

White dragon's face turned white with fright. He stepped back quickly and couldn't care so much. All the bullshit thunder clouds went away. What's more important than his own life.

"If you dare to escape, are you not afraid to destroy the nine nationalities?" Thunder cloud angrily shouts a way.

However, Bai * * didn't bother to pay attention to him. He disappeared in a flash. If he didn't run away, I would die. What's the matter with nine nationalities living?

Lei Yun's face was frozen there. It was as ugly as ice.

How could he have thought that Bai Long had really escaped? He wanted to test the bottom line of Mo Ziyang.

But from the beginning to the end, Mo Ziyang only made a sword, let alone explored the bottom line of Mo Ziyang.

Mo Ziyang also finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't aim at Doujia, he could say anything. He didn't fear each other even if he fought head-on.

"Is it your turn now?" Mo Ziyang paced in the forest, holding a long white sword and walking towards Lei Yun.

In fact, Mo Ziyang is also very confused. How did doutian offend the people of the holy city? According to the truth, doutian should not be qualified to fight with the people of the holy city for the time being.

"Old man, you're just the sixth little realm of Hunyuan battle holy land. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Lei Yun looked at Mo Ziyang indifferently, fearless: "don't forget, there is a family behind you, I want to kill them, easy."

Smell speech, Mo Ziyang quickly stop body shape, have to say, Doujia is his only weakness.

Seeing that Mo Ziyang stopped his figure, Lei Yun was also satisfied and laughed and said, "old man, as long as you hand over Murong Xue, I'll leave immediately. How about that?"

"Murong Xue?" Mo Ziyang shows a strange color. Don't they come to fight for heaven? How come they suddenly have another Murong snow?