Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Bound genius to become stronger. There are three thousand one hundred and seventy-five chapters in academy students? In front of me, kill my disciple? In this world, the number of detached powers is ultimately limited.

　　 Even the line master like Li Zhengyang, the genius who carries the holy emperor's expectations for bloodline research, has not yet stepped into detachment.

　　 Like Chao Xiaojian, like Yan Keqing, etc., showing the existence of genius talent in all walks of life, it is difficult to step into the ranks of transcendence in a short time.

　　 detached, difficult.

　　 In the more than two hundred years of the Great Tang, those who have truly achieved detachment, apart from the supreme holy emperor who unified the world with his own power, there is also Xuanyuan Taihua that is praised by the world.

　　 In addition, with the help of Zhao Taifeng, there is a mountain of Ashin who barely stepped into detachment.

　　Asiluoshan is also a genius. In terms of talent, he is only slightly weaker than Xuanyuan Taihua, so he can step into detachment.

　　 And Ashin Mountain has always been hidden deeply. He knows that once he shows the talent to step into detachment, he will inevitably be called back to Chang'an by the Holy Emperor, and will live under the pressure of iron law all his life.

　　 That is what Asiluoshan didn't want.

　　 Therefore, he has been hiding himself until now, he has found a chance to cause trouble.

　　 Apart from these people, there are basically no real transcendent powers, and some of them are all veteran transcendents, who have lived for thousands of years and are the ancestors of a large family.

　　 such as Zhao Taifeng, Wu Sheng, Dan Zun, Tian Zun, etc...

　　 They were afraid of the iron law and chose to sleep when the holy emperor conquered the world.

　　 Now, they have recovered.

　　 Because they want to change everything, they don't want a knife hanging on their heads.

　　 They seized the opportunity, seized the time when the Holy Emperor had changed, when Xuanyuan Taihua was cut off by the barriers of the world.

　　 This is the best opportunity for many veterans to detach themselves and regain control of the world.

　　...

　　...

　　 Li Zhengyang's will is completely blurred.

　　Mai Zong can become the second sect in the world. There is no detachment, but it is better than detachment. Naturally, it is not just relying on the power of the holy emperor.

　　 Li Zhengyang himself is also an evildoer. He has no one to come forward and no one to come after he is studying the bloodline.

　　 He even achieved the way of blood fusion, purifying the blood of many monsters of the ninth rank, extracting the energy, and integrating it into the body.

　　 Dozens of the powers of the Nine Stages are uniquely integrated.

　　 is enough to challenge detachment.

　　 This is Li Zhengyang's capital, and it is also the capital that he dared to stand up and stop Tianzun.

　　 In fact, Li Zhengyang would like to thank Fang Lang. Fortunately, Fang Lang did not waste too much energy. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to use Li Zhengyang's power to fight against Tianzun!

　　 Li Zhengyang created artificial detachment.

Roar!

　　 roared in the sky.

　　 Li Zhengyang is like a scourge, the movement of his body shatters every inch of space.

　　 His speed is extremely fast, breaking the barrier of transcendence, although it is not transcendence, but it is no different from the strong of transcendence!

　　 Even the Tianzun of Ji Yuan Guan couldn't help being solemn.

　　 嘭嘭嘭!

　　 Light feathers are floating, and every piece of feather has turned into the sharpest knife in the world!

　　 Between the knife rolls, the flesh and blood are cut apart, bringing up a puff of blood.

　　 However, Li Zhengyang roared, blood spilling into the sky, and knocked out the light feather knife formation.

　　 hit Tianzun with a punch.

　　 smashed Tianzun back into the sky and crashed into the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

　　 Li Zhengyang twisted his neck, bent his knees and leaped into the sea of ​​clouds like a cannonball.

　　 The two are fighting in the sea of ​​clouds!

　　...

　　...

　　 The imposing beam of light, which symbolizes the detachment of martial arts, crashed down!

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Even if Fang Lang has four swords in the reincarnation of life and death, he is still dizzy and bleeding in his mouth and nose.

　　 At this moment, the sword formation formed by the cycle of life and death has become a cage built by Fang Lang himself and an insurmountable thunder pond in the world.

　　 Fang Lang was trapped inside.

　　 can only bear the oppression from Wu Sheng.

　　 Martial Saint stood indifferently, the air seemed to be condensed by his aura and turned into a ladder.

　　 He climbed the stairs straight up, every step as steady as a mountain.

　　 "I don't even have the ninth rank, and dare to block the deity. Since Xuanyuan Taihua can't return to the Tang Dynasty, it's good to live in the world of demons."

　　 "What are you doing when you come back?"

　　 Sage Wu whispered softly, not loud, but it resounded in the ears of Fang Lang who was struggling to resist, it was as terrible as Hong Zhong!

　　 "Besides, Datang's energy is almost exhausted. The Holy Emperor calculated the Iron Law, but was finally calculated by the Iron Law. All the consequences are the Holy Emperor's own responsibility."

　　 "The detachment of the Tang Dynasty, even if it is full of three or two, except for the holy emperor, I don't know what method was used to step into the detached Jiang Wushen.

　　 "There is one Xuanyuan Taihua left. As long as she does not return, in fact, even if she does return, it will not change the overall situation..."

　　 "I'm waiting just to make sure nothing is wrong. Even if Xuanyuan Taihua returns, she is a woman, but she can monopolize me and so many other detachments?"

　　 "As for the others, Chao Xiaojian, Lu Taixuan, Gao Lishi, Pei Nanwan, etc. are only a mere ninth grade, and nothing can be changed."

　　 Sage Wu held his hands on his back, climbed up into the sky, and was in his chest.

　　 "This Tang Dynasty, after all, will return to the world it once was, and that is the world that belongs to me and other detached masters."

　　 Saint Wu said.

　　 Fang Lang crossed his knees in the sword formation, and his blood-stained white clothes became more and more red.

　　 Fang Lang also smiled bitterly. If he hadn't improved his cultivation level, otherwise, the endless blood flow alone would have cost him his life.

　　 He also laughed when he heard Wu Sheng's words.

　　 "Then don't stop me, let my master return."

　　 Sage Wu floated high in the air, looking down at Fang Lang, shaking his head: "Don’t use the radical method..."

　　 "The deity's task today is not to let you recall Xuanyuan Taihua. That alone is enough."

　　 The words fall.

　　 Wusheng’s momentum has skyrocketed again!

　　 Qi and blood, Qi machine and so on are intertwined.

　　 At this moment, it was like a waterfall that fell into the sky, smashing into the sword formation that Fang Lang was struggling to support.

　　 Looking from a distance, it looks like a fishing thread.

　　 is like a fairy fishing the world!

　　Sheng Wu is fishing.

　　 Fang Lang is a swimming fish.

　　 In the light curtain, countless air machines collapse and oppress.

　　 Fang Lang's neck seemed to be hung down to the ground, as if he was bowing his head toward the heaven and the earth.

　　 However, Fang Lang did not completely lower his head, his palms propped up on the ground, and his body was propped up bit by bit.

　　 How about even the power of detachment?

　　 He Fang Lang didn't kneel when he saw the holy emperor, so a **** martial sage wanted me to kneel?

　　 Fang Lang’s spiritual consciousness was under terrible bombardment, and every bombardment seemed like thousands of needles pierced into his mind and consciousness.

　　 Fang Lang's divine mind degeneration is not a good thing.

　　 If Fang Lang’s spiritual mind had not been transformed into a spiritual mind before, there would be no need to endure this oppression, and it would be a lot easier.

　　 But now, Fang Lang has transformed into a divine mind. The greater his ability, the greater his responsibility.

　　 However, Fang Lang's divine mind is like a fully stretched snow bow bowstring, although it is stretched to the extreme, it is hard to hold and never collapse!

　　 Void.

　　 When Saint Wu saw this, he also snorted coldly, feeling a little impatient.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　, a small person who is not a mere ninth rank, actually stopped him for so long.

　　 Even if Sheng Wu knew that Fang Lang was unusual and talented, he was just a junior in his eyes.

　　 In this world, there are countless geniuses and countless romantic figures. How old is Fang Lang?

　　 has not been detached, in his eyes, it is no different from ants.

　　'S body air machine pours out again, the momentum skyrocketed!

　　 Fang Lang's drooping head sank a bit more!

　　 The sword array creaked, as if to burst!

　　 Void.

　　 Wu Sheng stepped on it step by step.

　　 stepped down along the pouring air machine, the void exploded in every inch, and the clouds flowed and exploded in all directions.

　　 As Wu Sheng stepped on, he got closer to Fang Lang.

　　 little by little, inch by inch.

　　 Fang Lang's arms supporting the ground trembled, making the blood coat on his body, like ripples, very restless.

　　 Fang Lang lowered his head, his neck was like a snow-covered branch, and it was about to break completely!

　　咚!

　　咚咚!

　　The steps of the Martial Saint fell, and his heart beat like a bell.

at last!

　　 The Martial Saint fell in one step and landed in the sword formation.

　　 He lowered his head and his eyes looked at Fang Lang who was bent on his neck, Fang Lang who was struggling to support him, without joy or sorrow.

　　 He raised his hand and made a fist.

　　 suddenly.

　　Sheng Wu's eyes narrowed.

　　 But I saw that Fang Lang, who was clearly crushed by him, was actually slowly, raising his head little by little, even raised his head, arrogantly facing him with his chin.

　　 Fang Lang maintained this posture with his chin raised and slowly got up. Despite staggering several times, he finally stood up completely and stood opposite him.

　　 "Since I have promised my cheap master and will resist the pressure, then I will do it naturally, even if I can't resist it, I have to carry it."

　　 "Our promise of Fang Lang, a promise of gold!"

　　 Fang Lang looked up at the burly martial sage who was three meters tall, said UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

　　 At this moment, Wu Sheng was in a daze.

　　 As if standing in front of him, he was not a little guy who was not even a Ninth-Rank, but a stubborn detachment.

　　The brilliance in Saint Wu's eyes suddenly condensed.

　　 He has a strong anxiety.

　　 The next moment, he makes a fist.

　　Countless auras, countless auras, countless coercion, all gathered on his fist at this moment.

　　 A huge fist as big as a stone, hit Fang Lang's proud head, slammed it down!

　　 die!

　　 Fist falls!

　　 Fang Lang's hair was blown away.

　　 The four swords of the reincarnation of life and death all over the body made a burst of sound, bursting one after another, bursting into countless sword lights, intertwined with the void!

　　 However.

　　 Sheng Wu's eyes narrowed.

　　 See you.

　　 Behind Fang Lang, there is a huge portal.

　　 That is the gateway connecting the two worlds!

　　 Behind the door, there was a palm that was as white as jade and handed it out.

　　 hung above Fang Lang's head and lightly grabbed his detached punch.

　　 "In front of me, kill my disciple?"

　　 "You martial sage... do you think you live for too long?"

　　 An indifferent, cold, murderous voice came from behind the door.

　　 Boom!

　　 The words are over.

　　 Random, fists hit the center, there is a terrifying wind, appearing as ripples, scattered in all directions,

　　 The clouds flow in the sky, and the turbid air in the sky is clear!