Dragon-Marked War God

Xuan Qingming is more happy, Yang Jian can not fear death, returning strongly, leading Zongmen to glory, and even supporting foreign enemies, so that Xuan Qing’s heart is even more joyful. Yang Jian’s return will inevitably make the whole mysterious Up and down, all are incomparable cheers, those underlying disciples, knowing that Yang Jian’s brothers are coming back strongly and leading the disciples, will certainly be quite inspiring.

"Good boy, please pick up, you have this heart, it is very happy to be a teacher."

Xuan Qingming and Jiang Zhenhai looked at each other. At this time, Yang Jian returned, and half a step of the gods respected the environment. They inspired a lot of momentum for them, adding a lot of help.

"Reporting to the lord, the handsome man returned."

Xuan Qingming's close disciples came to the news, this moment, not only Xuan Qingming and Jiang Zhenhai, even Yang Jian is also a face of joy, eyes bright, could not help but say:

"Do you even come back?"

Between the shackles, there was a rough figure, breaking through the air, coming from the volley, a raging cloth, sharp eyes, a big killing of the domineering.

"Ha ha ha, Yang Jian brother, I did not expect you to come back."

Pretty handsome laughed and said, settled in shape, rushed to Xuan Qing, a slight decapitation, his strength, has actually reached a half-step God's respect, and Yang Jian is generally the same.

"The lord, the handsome man is late."

"It’s not too late, you two can come back at this time. It’s really making me feel appetizing. This time, the storms in the riverside gathering, both of you can return to the Zongmen at this time, and unexpectedly, it’s really My heart is full of emotions. Xuan Fengzong has been able to show off two of your outstanding disciples for so many years. It is really the glory of Xuanfengzong. I am comforted by mysterious youth."

Xuan Qing’s meditation is not good at words, but this time, seeing it, the joy of his face is already overflowing.

"But I have heard that this time the rivers and rivers are in a difficult position. It has already given people a feeling of wanting to destroy the black clouds. Since entering the river front, I have found that many people are full of sullen colors, lest they become the next moment. The ruined sect. The lord, you know, what kind of mysterious forces are sweeping across the river?"

Very handsome and asked a serious face.

Xuan Qing shook his head.

"It’s not just me, even the Lord of the Nine Realms, I don’t know, this is why the wind of martyrdom comes."

Xuan Qing is extremely serious. At this time, he has nothing to hide. In the riverside, everyone is in danger, and he can't be excused. Yang Jian and the handsome man returning one after another, Xuan Qingming is filled with excitement and excitement. If there is a strong enemy, he will never have the slightest fear. It is necessary to have a life and death, and it will not be his sacred wind. The things that Zongneng can do, even if it is to die, will be dead and bright.

I would rather stand dead than live.

"If Jiang Chen is here."

The handsome man whispered, and Yang Jian looked at each other. Both of them were nodding slightly, but Jiang Chen was not there. They both had to shoulder the responsibility of guarding the Zongmen. They did not regret it.

"The little dusty **** doesn't know where he is. The sect is embarrassed, but he doesn't know where to go."

Jiang Zhenhai couldn't help but snarl, but everyone can see that he is a lover, but Jiang Chen may be farther away, and he has no time to take care of the riverside. The Tiangao Emperor is far away, with the Zhongzhou Shentu and even the Western China, Nantong. Compared with Shenzhou, it is separated by thousands of miles. It is too far away.

"Even if there is no Jiang Chen, we will never have the slightest slack, rest assured, the sovereign, Jiang Lao, this time even if we die, it will definitely not let people embark on the mysterious style."

Very handsome and domineering, said that the body and the dead, but also to protect the Zongmen, this heroic dry cloud, so that Jiang Zhenhai is quite admired, young people also have the blood of young people.

It is said that a chilly light descends from the sky, and the Xuanfeng dynasty is thousands of miles away. The nine black shadows are already empty, huge incomparable pressure, crushed down, within thousands of miles, all the monsters They are all crouching in the forests of the mountains. They are trembling and do not dare to have the slightest movement.

The entire Xuanfeng sect was completely shrouded in the nine figures, turned into nine clouds, filled in the void, nine clouds, covering the sun, covering the entire Xuanfengzong, groggy, not seen Everyday.

The black cloud is crushing the city, and the hearts of countless people are covered with a haze.

Nine clouds overcast, densely layered, completely scatter the white clouds above the void, the green mountains and green waters, the layers of haze, the landscape of the Xuanfengzong landscape, like hell, dark as ink, people are scared .

"A strong momentum!"

The handsome face changed, his eyes were dignified, his eyes were slightly lifted, and the horror of the nine clouds was so fast that he could not support it, let alone the bottom disciples. Now they are all pale. This pressure has come down, and even the nine clouds have not been needed, and they are almost bursting and dying.

Yang Jian is also silently beheading, and looks like a battle. It seems that they are back this time. It is right. Otherwise, this mysterious wind will be turned into ashes in an instant.

Who is this mysterious person? Can you have such a big skill? Everyone is guessing, but it doesn't know where it comes from.

Jiang Zhenhai is full of warfare. He is the strongest person of Xuanfengzong. This war is even more blameless. It seems that what they need to face will be the danger of life and death and the battle of survival.

Xuanfeng Zong up and down, all of them are waking up from cultivation. This is already a general catastrophe in the end of the world. No one knows what will happen next. The misdemeanor will be born in the next moment. .

Xuan Qing sighed and sighed, pale:

"Xuanfengzong, still can't escape this robbery."

Xuan Qing's eyes are cold, but the nine clouds are already completely covered by Xuan Fengzong. The kind of oppression that is like the death of the general, the moment that really started, has already made the Xuanfeng Zong people self-defeating.

"Are our Xuanfeng sects still going to be swept by this martyrdom?"

"Don't we all die? It seems like the end of the world, the sun is covered."

"As long as there is a sovereign, we will never give in easily. Our sects are no more than other sects."

"I hope, but some of the sects that are stronger than us have been erased. Can we really escape the horror?"

"It's hard to say that there are so many Zongmen, no one is spared. Can we really be the exception?"

Numerous disciples, people's hearts, this horrible death breath, permeated in everyone's heart, lingering.