Cult of the Sacred Runes

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"Wind and rain!"

Feeling the strange eyes of all people, the ancient sword lord's face is iron and blue, although he thinks that Wan Jiansheng will definitely defeat the little fat man of the wind and rain, but still feels very shameful, the same level of combat power, the disciples under his own door have lost two consecutive The disciples of the storm, which put the face of the ancient swordsman?

How do outsiders think about their ancient swords?

"Sword, you can shoot! I want you to take the lost glory of my ancient swordsman, lost face, and double back!" The ancient swordsman's icy and low voice contains the voice of infinite anger directly in Wan Jiansheng's mind. Blow up.

The little fat man of the wind and rain sang the violent stone of the youngest generation of the young tyrannical youth. Do you not think that the strength of the little fat man is very strong?

Well!

Then, my ancient Jianzong disciples used the same means to crush the little fat man of the wind and rain in an invincible manner, hang the little fat man, let you open your eyes, and take a good look at the strength of my ancient swords and disciples!

On the edge of the ring, Wan Jiansheng heard the lord's voice containing endless anger, nodded quietly, and if he did not take out the overwhelming power to defeat the wretched little fat man, the ancient swordsman could not go down. It is.

"Lin Ziyan, how is the strength of my ancient Jianzong disciple, you are not qualified to point your finger!" Wan Jiansheng glanced at Lin Ziyan in the air, slowly raised his foot, took a step, the moment the foot fell, one The stock market, w▽ww. The invisible power suddenly swayed around him as the center, and instantly swept the collapse of a thousand miles.

Feeling the vast force that surged around, Lin Ziyan frowned, and the whole person seemed to be a lonely boat in the surging waves. The body involuntarily retreated toward the edge of the ring.

Lin Zizhen felt like an invisible mountain peak suddenly pressed on his shoulder, and the ruddy pretty face suddenly became pale.

"Sister Zi Zi. Leave the rest to me!" Just as Lin Zizhen could not support it, a gentle voice suddenly came to mind. Then, a generous palm fell on the scent of Lin Ziyan.

"Hey!"

When Ye Wei's palm was placed on the shoulder of Lin Zi's scent, the pressure of the surrounding majestic retreats like a tide. Lin Zizhen suddenly felt that his body was light, and the pale and pretty face returned to ruddy.

"Ye Wei, don't care, Wan Jiansheng's strength is very strong!" Lin Ziyan turned and looked at Ye Wei, who was in the cold of the eye, and his brows were slight. The ruddy little face was dignified and screamed.

Wan Jiansheng's imposing power can not stop himself, so it is not difficult to see how amazing the strength of Wan Jiansheng!

"Do not worry!" Ye Wei showed a faint smile, step by step toward the center of Fujian, and relaxed, as if the pressure of horror around did not exist.

In the center of Fujian and Taiwan, Ye Wei and Wan Jiansheng stood opposite each other. The two had not yet played against each other, and everyone in the Yunnan Nieshan was boiling. I have widened my eyes and I don’t want to miss any details.

The peak matchup!

The battle of the king!

Can the ancient Jianzong, the number one of the top ten sects of the three major sects, be able to continue their glory? Can a strong rise of the wind and rain sect be a legend?

All of this depends on the result of the confrontation between the stormy and the ugly little fat man and the ancient swordsman Wan Jiansheng!

silence!

In addition to the intense gasping, the whole virtual mountain is silent. A pair of twinkling eyes with hot eyes, staring intently at the two people in the middle of the ring.

"The Lin Zi of the Feng Shou Zong mastered a physical supernatural power, and inferred from the strength she showed when she confronted the ancient swordsman. Her combat power should be twice that of the average peak of the emperor."

"But it is as strong as Lin Ziyan, even the strength of Wan Jiansheng's momentum can't stop. This Wan Jiansheng's combat power is much stronger than the last time the top ten sects exchange meeting!"

"I originally thought that the little fat man of the wind and rain class won, but now it seems. It seems very difficult to say that the fighting power of the little fat man is outrageous, but Wan Jiansheng is not weak."

"And the masters of the storms and the sects of the ancient swordsmen seem to be very sure. It is hard to say who wins or loses the last moment!"

The lords of the top ten sects who had the great perfection of the emperor, and the high-ranking ancestors looked at Ye Wei and Wan Jiansheng, who were facing each other on the ring, and their faces were full of expectation.

Originally in the eyes of the great emperor's ancestors, the contest between the top ten disciples of the young Zongmen youth is no different from the children's family.

But now, because Ye Wei and Wan Jiansheng have shown their amazing strength far beyond the younger generation, they have suddenly raised their interest.

"Your strength is very good. To be honest, I appreciate you very much. I originally intended to leave you some face and let you lose a decent face. But Dong Ke and Meng Bai have lost to your stormy disciples. If I am not clean and neat. Defeating you, the face of my ancient swordsman has no place to put it."

"So, I can only say sorry in advance, I hope you don't hate me!" Wan Jiansheng looked at Ye Wei, his tone was very dull, his face was not even awkward, and he said it was natural, as if defeating Ye Wei was taken for granted. thing.

Ye Wei didn't talk, just looked at Wan Jiansheng up and down, and the little eyes that almost fell into the fat on his face became a gap.

"What are you thinking about? You are not thinking about how to beat me? Oh, I advise you not to waste your mind. Before the absolute strength gap, any calculation conspiracy has no use, the gap between you and me, Just like the difference between the typhoon and yours, it is like a cloud of mud!" Wan Jiansheng saw Ye Wei silent, said with a smile.

"You misunderstood, I am not thinking about how to beat you." Ye Wei shook his head, and secretly said, if only defeating you, I still need to think about Ye Wei?

Ye Wei thought not how to defeat Wan Jiansheng, but how to ruin the sword of Wan Jiansheng's life, and abolish his cultivation!

The deputy lord of Bailu Shengyuan is the ancestor of the Great Emperor, and the strength far exceeds the general ancestor of the great emperor. It is very difficult to abandon Wan Jiansheng under his eyes.

"Unless..." Ye Wei had a pass in his mind, and he had a decision in his heart.

Unless the vice-president of the White Deer Monastery thinks that he is not an opponent of Wan Jiansheng, and then when everyone thinks that he is going to lose, he will display his own magical powers. Use the free shuttle to the void and give Wan Jiansheng a thunder. Only in this way, I have a chance to ruin the sword of Wan Jiansheng.

"Wan Jiansheng. Let you be proud of it for a while!" Looking at Wan Jiansheng, who was wearing a triumphant form, Ye Wei passed a cold light in his tiny eyes.

"No matter what you are calculating, it doesn't make any sense. I will let you know how big the gap between you and me is!" Wan Jiansheng carried his hands and eyes, and said in a plain tone that he was arrogant. Discourse.

"Let your mother's fart, bragging is not afraid of flashing the tongue!" Ye Wei deliberately pretended to be a look of anger and anger, the foot slammed. The sound of "嘭", the hard platform under the foot cracked open, and then punched and slammed to Wan Jiansheng outside the 30 feet.

The vast power contained in the fist shattered the void. This punch seems to have penetrated the space. In the blink of an eye, it appears in front of Wan Jian’s body and faces the face of Wan Jiansheng.

"I don't see the coffin without tears!" Wan Jiansheng looked at Ye Wei's fist in his feet. Frowning slightly, it seems that I am impatient with Ye Wei’s self-imposed force.

I saw him slowly sticking out a finger against Ye Wei’s fist, and then slamming a finger, and the seemingly bland finger suddenly burst into an incredible terrorist force.

Next moment

Ye Wei’s whole person flew out. The sole of the foot plowed a heart-rending gully on the platform, and it has been flying for more than a dozen miles. Ye Weifang stabilized his body.

See this scene. The crowds over the Mount Yuni suddenly stopped and remained silent. The silence of death, all the people are shaking with incredible horror. After a brief silence, a series of deafening exclamations broke out.

"Have you seen it? I, is my eye spent? Is it because I am too nervous, there is an illusion in front of me? The wind and rain boy flew out?"

"Is the phoenix squad who once swayed the savage youngsters of the younger generation, so flew out? And the sword of the ancient swordsman only stretched out a finger?"

"Wan Jian gave birth to a finger, and it was easy to suppress the wretched little fat man of the wind and rain?"

Unbelievable exclamations come and go, everyone can't believe their eyes.

Everyone present knows that Wan Jiansheng's strength is very strong, but they can't imagine that Wan Jiansheng is so powerful that it is so desperate!

Even the strong and inferior wind and rain, the little fat man, can not resist a finger of Wan Jiansheng? This is too ridiculous!

"Wan Jiansheng!"

The violent stone that was abandoned by Ye Wei was staring at Wan Jiansheng on the platform. The muscles in his eyes were twitching, his eyes were red, and his forbearing and tough face showed an unspeakable panic.

He once had a hand with Ye Wei, too clear about the horror of Ye Wei's strength, but in his eyes, the almost invincible little fat man, even Wan Jiansheng could not stop a finger.

When Ruby thought of what she had said to crush Wan Jiansheng, she suddenly felt hot on her face, as if she had been slap in the face.

If he didn't see it with his own eyes, even if he killed him, he couldn't believe that the strength of Wan Jiansheng was so terrible!

"When the last ten major sects exchanges, my strength was only a little worse than Wan Jiansheng. Now my strength has increased several times. I thought I could easily crush Wan Jiansheng, but now it seems that I The gap with Wan Jiansheng has not narrowed down, but has expanded to an unimaginable level!" The violent stone trembled and slammed back a few steps, almost falling, and he took a sip of coldness and his face appeared. A very bitter smile, like a lost soul.

"The strength of Wan Jiansheng's finger is at least six times that of the average prime minister in the middle of the peak!" Tuofeng felt that his mouth was dry, his throat was slightly creeping, and he was very difficult to mutter.

A guy who is only a ten-star god, he has a strength six times stronger than the average peak of the emperor, which is simply unimaginable!

"Wan Jiansheng is this guy really a human race? This is simply a enchanting!" Tuofeng shook his head in desperation, I am afraid that the wind and rain can not be the first.

Although Ye Wei’s combat power is very strong, it is equivalent to five times the average level of the emperor’s emperor. However, Wan Jiansheng’s only one finger burst out with a six-fold peak of the middle emperor’s strong position. Power, the gap is too big, there is no possibility of any win.

"There are people outside the heavens, and Ye Weina’s kid even said that he has a 10% confidence to defeat Wan Jiansheng, hehe, but this can't blame Ye Wei. Who can think that the fighting power of Wan Jiansheng is so powerful? "The Mongol ancestor Wushan lord shook his head and sighed helplessly."

The younger generation of the combat power is six times stronger than the average of the best in the middle of the emperor. The Wushan lords who have lived for hundreds of years have never seen it!

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