Dragon-Marked War God

Everyone is a tidal wave. Although they can't enter the sword to watch this battle, their excitement is hard to hide.

Counting Jiang Chen and Jun Tianqiu, outside of Wanjian City, a total of eight people have reached the height of the gods. Following the great elders of the swordsman, they entered the sword-drawing, because only these few people are Their ultimate rival.

In the early days of the Five Emperors, there was also a strength in the middle of the Emperor's reign, which was similar to that of Jun Tianqiu. Jiang Chen did not find anything unusual about this person. He had a silver hair, a silver coat, a pair of silver plaques, and his eyes were cold. Very indifferent, he is lower-key than anyone else, silent, silent, just behind the elders of the swordsmen, the group quietly entered Wanjiancheng.

The mountains of the hustle and bustle, when entering the city of Wanjian, only opened the smog and saw its true face. Jiang Chen’s eyes were slightly stunned. Looking at the closed mountains, there were arrays of methods everywhere, which was an unparalleled It’s a big day.

The mountain gates are majestic and high, with a height of about 100 feet. The dragons are hovering, flying cranes are lingering, everywhere is full of rain, Jiang Chen's face is extremely dignified, and nine high mountains are unattainable. The majesty and odd dangers are everywhere, but at the center. Above the mountain peaks, it is a magnificent hall, and the hall is surrounded by mist and looming in the clouds.

"You, the former convenience is the sword court for me to pull the sword, please also take the seat."

The elders of Jian Jianzong said with a smile, and they took the lead in the sword court on the nine days.

Under the sword court, the swordsmanship gates are magnificent, the disciples are countless, thousands of thousands, and even more spectacular.

With a sword and a sword, Jiang Chen saw these young teenagers, and couldn’t help but think of the original self. Now he is full of endless emotions. He can’t help but feel a little bit of color. He can go to today’s step, Jiang Chen. The strength and luck are also indispensable.

Yan Qingcheng followed the side of Jiang Chen, and sucking attracted many people's attention, especially Jun Tianqiu, but also the extreme eye heat of Yan Qingcheng. The people around him are all looking at it, because Yancheng is really beautiful. Especially the icy face of the cold, like the empress of the high, can be seen from afar.

And her strength is also extremely strong, so people dare not take a nap.

"We meet again."

Jiang Chen looked at the Fujian-Taiwan dynasty and looked calm. However, the ruins of the Taiwanese dynasty were bitter, and it was a bitter bitterness. I didn’t know what to say at the moment.

"Your strength is to make me look a bit."

Jiang Chen looked coldly at the Fujian and Taiwan.

"Are you coming to humiliate me?"

The Fujian and Taiwan exchanges took a deep breath and whispered.

"Oh, you think too much, you still don't deserve to be humiliated. After leaving from there, we will be clear."

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"Two clear? Can you really clear it?"

Yantai passed through Tibet and asked herself. She knew that she was owed to Jiang Chen, and it would be difficult to pay off her life.

Jiang Chen saved himself several times. That kind of kindness, although it will not be forgotten in Fujian and Taiwan, but she is hard to repay, maybe one day, she will have such an opportunity.

"I have lost money to you in Tibet, and I will never forget it in my life. This time, if I can confront you, I will spare you a life."

After the passage of the Tibetan and Taiwanese Tibetans, it was turned and left, and the look was calm and the posture was tens of thousands. She and Yan Qingcheng can be described as the arrogant arrogance of this sword-drawing. The same cold and frosty, the same unsmiling.

The Yantai Jingzang does not know the thought geometry of Jiang Chen’s heart, but she can’t kill Jiang Dian. She is never the kind of ruthless person. It’s just being forced to help, not everyone can laugh at the world. , no scruples. Only by standing at the top of the gods will there be the majesty of the mortal beings.

The turn of the glimpse, the gaze of the Tibet and the Yancheng City, the Yancheng City is also quite amazing, he can not see the front of this Yancheng City, the woman around Jiang Chen, so powerful?

Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head. It seems that the collapse of the Taiwanese fortress is full of confidence in her own self, can break through the royal kingdom, and has such great determination and belief. This time, the collapse of the Tibet and Tibet will probably become His opponent, this woman, has never been exposed, even if he left the tomb of the bottom of the sea.

"She is a little embarrassed to you, somewhat helpless, even...some attachments."

Yan Qingcheng said lightly.

"Love? Don't make trouble, hehehe."

Jiang Chen looked incredibly at Yancheng.

"Believe or not with you."

After Yan Qingcheng finished, he closed his eyes and no longer spoke, but he let Jiang Chen have a bitter smile. The cold woman like a piece of ice would love her? Isn't that a fantasy?

Jiang Chen can't believe Yan Yancheng, the woman's words are absolutely not credible, let alone the current Yancheng City? She is totally saying this with her own thoughts.

"This emperor is the master of the sword, the sword!! Friends, welcome to my sword, it is to let me pull the sword and glory. Hahaha."

First, a middle-aged man, dressed in a brocade suit, arrogant, domineering side leakage, slowly stood up, said with a smile, an invisible deterrent, not angry, self-defeating, let everyone Do not dare to sharpen it.

The sword lord is the master of the sword, but it is the top of the entire state of the gods, is the ultimate power of the great position! Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel awkward. In the face of the real strong, his strength is obviously not enough. At least this master of the sword, let Jiang Chen know that his strength is likely to be far behind, even if he is desperate. A battle may not be a good result.

Although the sword was not put pressure on everyone, his oppression is hard to breathe. This is the power of the strong, the supreme pressure, pervasive, and unpredictable.

Even Jun Tianqiu, Fujian and Taiwan, through Tibet, at this time, is also completely afraid to have the slightest creation, after all, in front of the sword, they are ultimately not afraid.

Beside the sword, there are eight masters in the middle of the gods, and they are separated. These people are also extremely strong. These eight people, needless to say, must be the eight swordsmen, as the mainstay of the sword, this time The responsibility of the sword master is also a top priority, no one dares to despise.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

A fierce battle of flesh and blood has attracted everyone's attention. Outside the hall, two figures have been hit from outside Wanjian City. It is completely melee combat, no radiant, no spiritual power, some It is only the most fierce and original shock.