Dragon-Marked War God

"I feel that my heart seems to be shaking. This feeling is getting stronger and stronger. This is the funeral mountain. Maybe we should not be here at the beginning."

Wu Tinghou whispered that this retreat made everyone look at it, but they also understood that Wu Tinghou’s words were not empty, and that feeling did not only appear in his heart, everyone All this is the case, except that Wu Tinghou has said their concerns.

"So, are we going to leave here? Hey, a group of cowards."

The Oriental mad drink dismissively said that for Jiang Chen and others, he always has a condescending posture. Among these people, only Xu Jin and Liu Quanchao can really make him look at each other, because only these two people have reached half. Step by step, even Jiang Chen, is just speculative to win by himself, so the Oriental mad drink is not convinced, in the real battle, Jiang Chen will be easily crushed.

"You have the ability, you go directly to the **** valley of the funeral mountain. Here, the wind is cool, not afraid of the wind and the tongue? Even the middle of the human world is not an opponent, you also have a face here." ”

Yang Jian said with a sneer, the most incomprehensible thing is that the oriental mad drink is such a small person's face, and his strength is strong, and no one is in the eye. In the 30 years of Hedong in the past 30 years, he was bullied and poor, who knows, who can laugh at the end?

"A group of garbage only, hahaha, this funeral mountain, but also you can get involved? You are destined to bury bones here, I swear."

Oriental sipping a drink proudly said.

Yu Rongyan has some unhappy faces. This guy is too arrogant, and now they have formed an alliance. If this is the case, anyone will have opinions.

"Then we will wait and see."

Jiang Chen smiled. He didn't go to argue with the Oriental mad drink, because he had already seen a hurricane in the **** valley. The hurricane was very small at first, but it grew bigger step by step. And at a speed that is too fast to ravage the valley, and then, it is likely to wreak havoc around the entire funeral mountain.

The valley is full of sorrows, Xue Liang is standing on the sword, his feet are empty, his face is stunned, and he looks at the blood of this hundred miles, his heart is cold, because in his eyes, only the battle, this is a real fighting madman, this time into the secluded In the secret world, his purpose is only one, that is, constantly honing himself, preparing for the battle of Xuanwumen in Dulong County, although these touchstones are not too strong, but for the same level of combat, the benefits are It is self-evident.

Of course, this change of the funeral mountain is also the thing he values ​​most. He doesn't know what kind of things exist here, but in the eyes of the white sword god, there has never been a word of failure, and all the soldiers have always blocked the water. .

The wind is breaking the waves, the blood flows into the river, and the hundred miles are lonely.

At this moment, there was a horrible line above the sky. The blood was cast, just like a huge skeleton. If it was looming, the wind was blowing, all the blood was blown into the void, and it was sprinkled on the road. Above the lines, it is like a splash of ink and water. There is no law, but it is powerful. The huge skeleton, what kind of thing it is, is not known at all, but all of this is carried out in an orderly manner.

A thousand miles away, a black figure, shrinking into a ruler, is like an ancient sky shadow, measuring the void, black cloak, hunting, soundless, automatic, swallowing the mountain, the pressure, Breaking through the sky, with the unpredictable energy of the ghosts, standing proudly above the long sky.

This person is not the Qing Taizong's Da Tai Bao Xuan, but who is it?

Xuanyuan Cangwu's eyes are extremely dignified, because next, it will be the most important moment of this funeral mountain. The blood of the sky, the accumulation of thousands of miles, the burial soul of the beast, is nearing the end, and really changes the funeral mountain It will be hundreds of monsters.

"I didn't expect that even the white-sworded sword gods appeared, huh, huh, it seems that this change of the funeral mountain has indeed brought out the real master."

Xuanyuan Cang said that there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Even in the face of Xue Liang, he did not have a little fear. It can be seen that Xuanyuan Sky has absolute confidence in himself.

"It seems that this thing, I am afraid that I can't get rid of you?"

The white-sworded sword **** Xue Liang looked cold and indifferent, and looked at Xuanyuan’s sky with a faint look.

"The change of the burial soul mountain, the world is known, what is the relationship with me? Ha ha."

Xuanyuan Cang shook his head and smiled.

"You don't have to be awkward, Xuanyuan is soaring. If this funeral mountain has nothing to do with you, how can you be so strolling, so calm and calm? You Qinghezong always likes to make a fool of himself, this time, what is the gourd selling? medicine?"

Xue Liang sneered, he is very clear about the style of Qing Hezong, because thousands of years ago, it was the most intense competition between Qinghe Zong and Forget Sword, Qinghe Zong people are too high-profile, but people who forget swords like ease Therefore, it was the first place to give up the top ten sects, completely escaping the world, becoming a sect of the unborn, and almost no disciples in the world.

"What is it, not how? If you forget the sword, do you really want to cross it? Oh, you, do you have this capital?"

Xuanyuan Cang said quietly, it is obviously full of disdain for forgetting the sword.

"So, you admit that this funeral mountain has changed. Do you know the insider?"

Xue Liang Shen channel.

"Oh, I want to swear by me? You are really naive, Xue Liang, do you think you can really pass through the secluded secret? If it is outside, maybe I can give you three points, but in this secluded secret Your strength, at most, can only play a half-step of the gods, what can you do with me? If you can't, you will be killed by me."

Xuanyuan Cangxiao laughed.

"Then you can give it a try."

Xue Liang is also a light smile.

"Happy to accompany you."

Xuanyuan Cang's eyes stared at Xue Liang indifferently, and the deep hatred between the two main sects, the bitter and deep hatred, was completely revealed at this moment, and Qinghe Zong and Forget Sword, although these thousands of years of well Water does not make river water, but it is also incompatible with water and fire.

Jiang Chen’s eyes are moving, above the void, the two are mutually incompatible, a big battle, at the touch of a hair, this is the battle of the younger generation of the top generation, and the battle of the ancestors of Qinghe Zong and Forget the Sword.

Xue Liang stepped out step by step, Xuanyuan Cangwu looked indifferent, hands clasped chest, four eyes relative, the momentum is constantly crazy skyrocketing, everyone, are not to be outdone.

At the same time, the skeleton above the distant void is gradually becoming complete, but no one can see clearly, what is the blood skeleton above the void.