Blade and Sword God Sovereign

Moreover, they are both blood-blooded warrior disciples, they are very clear, Xie Jieyu is not only the face of the genius, but also has unparalleled potential, is said to be extremely rare [Xianhuang God], genius among genius, if you can If you double-repair, you will have endless magical effects.

Now, is such a **** flower to be taken away by a low-ranking registered disciple?

There is really no reason!

"Boy, you are a waste, a coward, a coward, you are a disciple, a group of useless waste, waste wood, waste! It is our stepping stone, one day, you will kneel at my feet begging for mercy... "Yuan Tianqi was angry and did not sprinkle, roaring angrily."

Ding Hao suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned around and looked at Yuan Tianyi, who was like a wild beast. His eyes were like a knife, and his mouth curled up in a curve: "You said that the famous disciples are useless waste?"

Yuan Tianyi saw that he finally angered his opponent. Haha laughed: "Yes, waste, you are a group of poor stepping stones, useless waste!"

“Is it?” Ding Hao’s face showed a smile. “That would let you see the strength of the named disciple.”

The voice has not fallen.

Ding Hao's body shape flashed, turned into a blue smoke, like a dream, and instantly came to the front of Yuan Tianyi, the palm of the white jade, the lightly printed out.

"Looking for death!" Yuan Tianyi burst into a drink, his arm pulled out a string of phantoms in the air, and instantly pulled out two scimitars. The golden bell rang suddenly and disturbed the soul.

He wants to show his most proud knife.

However, all of a sudden, the arms were stiff, the double knives seemed to be in a swamp, and they slowed down. There was no smooth feeling that was usually displayed. Yuan Tianyi stayed and found that he did not know anything. The palm of the opponent's fluttering palm has been printed at the center of the double-knife cross.

"Roll!" Ding Hao's burst of drink, sounded in everyone's ears.

The next moment, I saw his wrist shaking.

Yuan Tianyi suddenly changed his face, only to feel the power of a sneak peek. The whole person was like a sack hit by a siege hammer and flew out against the ground.

Bang!

Yuan Tianyu hit the fence on the far square, broke four or five jade railings, and fell pale on the ground, squirting a blood from his mouth, looking at Ding Hao with a sullen look, his eyes full of incredible looks .

The black-and-young juvenile Wang Yong and others, undoubtedly, opened their mouths and almost tore their mouths and forks.

How can it be?

The third day of the bloodline warrior discipleship is regarded as the leader of the swordsman in the future. Yuan Tianyi, who is a favorite of the teacher, has been smashed by a small registered disciple. Generally defeated?

This... Just kidding?

A few teenagers blinked in disbelief, only feeling that their faces were like a slap in the face.

Yuan Tianyi is even more dead.

He did not think that he was so defeated, the other party is completely sturdy strength, completely crushed himself, without any opportunistic tricks, this is the show of ** naked strength!

How can a registered disciple be so powerful?

It turned out that it was not because of fear, but disdain!

Such a fierce blow, so that every bloodline disciple, almost can not lift their heads.

Only the Xie Jiejie hits the red light armor, just like the female Valkyrie descends on the dust, and the face has a face that [I knew it would be so long]. From the beginning, she did not doubt Ding Hao’s strength, and there is no real When Ding Hao contacts, he will not understand what kind of power is in Ding Hao's body.

Ding Hao’s gaze swept away from the faces of the teenagers, and all their arrogance and arrogance were swept away. Even no one dared to look up and Ding Hao.

"The so-called bloodline disciples are just like this. Now, do you know the strength of the registered disciples?"

Ding Hao slightly sun, shake his head, turned and left.

But at this moment, in the distance, the only one since Ding Hao appeared without any action, has been quietly sitting on a 20-meter-high stone statue to practice a certain kind of purple-haired teenager, open his eyes, toward Ding Hao The back of the picture, looked afar.

In the distance, Ding Hao also immediately felt.

Turning around, the eyes of the two collided together in midair, rubbing out a series of invisible sparks.

"This man is a strong enemy." Ding Hao was slightly surprised.

The purple-haired teenager is different from other blood-blooded disciples. The breath is extremely calm, and there is no slight anxiety. The whole person is as calm as an abyss, and the bottom of the sinus converges into the body, making it even more unfathomable.

Ding Hao saw a strong sense of war from the other's eyes.

But soon, the purple-haired boy closed his eyes, as if he was in a deep sleep, and the breath became quiet again.

Ding Hao also turned and left.

Intuition tells Ding Hao that between himself and this person, there will be a battle sooner or later.

......

With the guidance of Xie Jieyu, Ding Hao, a small road idiot, finally came out from the seventh step area of ​​the cloud steaming hood, and went all the way to the recorded disciple activity area of ​​the third step area.

"Okay, come here, thank you today." Ding Hao smiled.

"I am very happy to be able to see you." Xie's solution was generous. "Every day with the intriguing guys, I am almost bored and dead."

"This is the drawback of the martial art." Ding Hao shook his head and sighed: "They are all spoiled children. After all, they are still too young, and the elders are so petty that they lose their normal heart. It is not necessarily a good thing to have a **** body of the gods."

"You are so old-fashioned, it seems like how old you are, but there is one person, you must pay attention, he is not simple."

"You mean the purple-haired boy sitting on the statue?" Ding Hao nodded. "Well, he is really different. Among the twenty bloodline disciples, except for you, that guy is also a show." The impenetrable person, however, hehe," said Ding Hao, smiling indifferently: "I can only help you with Mu Tian, ​​and will you worry about others?"

"That's the case." Xie Jie said with Ding Hao, his face calmly said: "This thing has begun to spread. I believe that it will not be long before everyone knows, Ding Hao, asking about the things in Jianzong is definitely not superficial. It's so simple, it's already undercurrent, I'm afraid some people will secretly be against you, you should be more careful."

Ding Hao nodded, didn't think about it, deliberately smiled and said: "Why, when you talk about the battle after three years, you don't seem to worry about me at all."

Xie Jie looked at Ding Hao, revealing a bright smile, and calmly said: "That is because I firmly believe that the last person to win, must be you, will not be Mu Tianyang."

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This chapter adds shadow to the shadow.

There is still a chapter tonight.