Dragon-Marked War God

"puff"

Jiang Zhenhai spurted out a blood, his face pale, and flew away for three hundred miles, all of his blood, almost almost sprayed out.

Because it is the first to bear the brunt, Jiang Zhenhai’s injuries are quite heavy, but Xuan Qing’s three people are better off. Although they have been repulsed, they have not suffered too much injury, but Jiang Zhenhai is already crumbling, almost above the void. , falling from the dust.

The huge incomparable guardian squad, the indestructible guardian squad, in their eyes is like a big amulet of the amulet, even at this moment, completely broken, divided, a line of aura, making the whole Xuan Fengzong has become messy, under the aura of anger, humming, it is already devastated.

Among the eyes of Xuan Qingming, there is a hint of despair. Even this guardian squad is completely broken. They went to the last piece of fig leaf, and what other guys can resist these horrors?

Xuan Qing is incomprehensible, his face is pale and bloodless, although the injury is not heavy, but the heart is already suffering from great oppression.

"puff"

Under the rush of fire, Xuan Qingming was forced to spurt a blood.

"Is this mysterious wind sect really in my hands, destroyed once?"

"Master, you have to hold on, you are the master of the mysterious wind, you can't go down."

Yang Jian helped Xuan Qingming, Shen Sheng.

"Yeah, the lord, we swear to death, there is definitely a chance."

A handsome and handsome attitude to death, he is not afraid of death, and this Xuan Fengzong at the same time fallen, his heart is full of endless pride.

Xuan Qing sighed and shook his head, saying:

"Difficult, difficult, difficult. Xuanfengzong, dangerous."

Xuan Qing’s heart is like water, but now he knows how to die, he has to stand up, and the enemy finally fights for a fight, and Xuan Qingming lives together.

"The guardian sect is broken, is it really broken?"

"Not good, Xuan Fengzong really wants to fall, and we can't escape bad luck."

"Will you die, who can escape this robbery? Hey, the master is still fighting for a fight, how can we be greedy and fearful of death?"

Although countless disciples began to flood and people were upset, at this moment, Xuan Qingmu led their will. In this battle, they didn’t know when they would end. Perhaps the moment they ended, they drove west. one day.

"Yang Jian, very handsome, play with me, I have to look at it, who dares to scatter on the site of my Xuanfengzong."

Xuan Qing was on the top of the void, facing the nine hurricanes, and shouted:

"Where is the enchanting, not fast, I want to be in my mysterious sect, who are you?"

"Ha ha ha, a group of people who don't know how to live and die, think that the tortoise is in the middle of the guardian ancestor, can you escape the catastrophe? You, the so-called guardian squad, in my eyes, is just a layer of fig leaf, now What else can you get the hand? Is it because you three? You want to guard the Xuanfengzong? It’s just a idiotic dream. A group of children who don’t know how to be tall and thick, hey, it seems to kill you, I am enough. ”

The young black-headed man said with a sneer.

"What do you want to do, my Xuanfengzong offended you."

Xuan Qingming felt the great oppression brought to him by the young people who came out. At this moment, the three people who were oppressed and even talked were extremely difficult, pale and trembling.

"You are all damned, you should not live in this world. Death is your only destination. As for who we are, you are not qualified to know, remember, there is no qualification."

The black man waved his hand and looked calm. He looked at Xuan Qingming and others, just like looking at the ants.

Yang Jian is very angry with the handsome man. This guy is simply deceiving people. They regard them as ants. This is a naked insult. They are completely dismissive of them. This kind of disregard, let Yang Jian and the handsome, are extremely angry. In the past few years, they have been able to make rapid progress and become the real dragon among the people. But in front of this black youth, is it really that there is no such thing as a resilience? Even if he is strong, they must not sit still.

"Master, this battle, we fight with him."

Yang Jian screamed and took the lead to go straight to the black youth. Xuan Qingming and the handsome man were also unceremonious. One **** and the king were at the peak, two and a half steps, and at this moment, the three men shot together. The thunder and the thunder are flashing, which is a fatal blow.

However, the three-person crazy attack, in the eyes of the young black man, could not help but sneer a sigh, and with one palm, all the three were shaken away, and the wave of waving their hands made them seriously injured. , fly back and go, there is no power to fight again.

At that moment, the horror of the three faces of Xuan Qingming, the despair of the heart, was born. It turned out that they were all wrong. The strength of these guys was so strong that they didn’t put them in their eyes. The feeling of holding the power and killing them made them feel at a loss. In this battle, they were completely desperate. The enemy is powerful and horrible, completely invincible.

"Xuanfengzong, really finished, finished."

Xuan Qing’s face is like a dead gray, and my heart is completely dead. Jiang Zhenhai looks out to the void, and the eyes are incomparably lost. Is it really going to be finished? Little dust, where are you? If you are still there, then this Xuanfengzong should not be easily destroyed?

In the heart of Jiang Zhenhai, Yang Jian and the handsome man are also looking at each other, and their hearts are endlessly sad.

"If Jiang Chen is there, it would be fine, but unfortunately."

The handsome man shook his head and knew that he would die, but he was accused of Xuan Fengzong. In this battle, he could not avoid the war, knowing that he could not fight, but also desperately defending his own ancestral door. This is the heart of him and Yang Jian. Common beliefs.

"You guys, all of them have to die, death, for you, is the real relief. District Xuan Fengzong, between my palms, enough to destroy, accept the trial of death, a group of ants, hahaha."

The young men in black are squatting, and the wind is raging, sweeping away, and almost the entire mysterious style will rise.

"If you want to move the mysterious style, you have to ask me to agree."

A low-pitched voice appeared on the top of the nine days. The horrible wind was blocked. A figure of a stalwart stood on the chest and looked like a torch. It was in front of Xuan Qingming and others.

"Who are you, want to stop us, it seems that you are impatient."

The black youth sneered.

"The nine kings respect the Lord, Ziqingtian. Linhe rises and falls, my responsibility is also."

Ziqingtian said faintly, at the last moment, he resolutely stepped out of the Lingbi City, Xuanfengzong, can not be destroyed!