Evil Heart

"Chu Butian?" Night without sword pupil suddenly a shrink, surprised looking at purple gold man, as if the guess in the heart has been verified in general.

"Second brother, do you know him?" Ye Wufeng looks at Ye Wujian unexpectedly. It is reasonable that he should not be able to touch such strong people. At least, from small to large, they are almost together. Why doesn't he know?

"He is my eighth elder martial brother." Yewujian smiles bitterly, but he just transmits sound. Naturally, other people just look at yewujian in doubt, and have no other guess.

"What?" The faces of the evil team are in a state of horror. Elder martial brother who has no sword at night? They once had an adventure in Baibao cliff without sword at night. They paid homage to a master. Isn't that his disciple?

"Night without sword, do you know?" Marquis Wan Zun looks at Ye Wujian in doubt.

"I don't know. I just feel familiar. When I think about it, I think it's wrong." Ye Wujian shook his head, naturally he would not tell others easily, and Wan zunhou did not continue to ask.

"I was reckless before. I hope you've exposed it!" Ge Sanyi said with a smile that he didn't want to die here.

"Reckless? Recklessness comes at a price Chu Butian shook his head, obviously, this matter will never stop.

"One on one, maybe the four of us can't help you, but it's not necessary to join hands. Don't be too arrogant!" Han Xuanfeng's face sank, and his world showed itself, ready to move at any time.

"I don't know how long I've been sleeping. It's time to move my muscles." Chu Butian was very indifferent, as if he didn't care about the four at all.

"He wants to fight the four? The other side is not something, but the most powerful one in the central sky! "

The friars around were shocked, and they had to shock the tyranny and arrogance of Chu Butian. They fought against the four central heavenly realms in the realm of Xuantian. This battle must be recorded in history and spread for thousands of years!

"Remember to do your best. I'm not in the mood to play with you!" Chu Butian said with a grim smile that he was still overbearing.

"Hum!"

With a cold hum, the four worlds burst out. The central sky has realized the five attribute rules, and its power can't be underestimated.

"It seems that we should be more serious this time." Chu Butian sighs a little, the purple gold sword trembles, the endless sword is turbulent, the void is cut off and overlapped, and has a destructive power.

"Sword lotus in flourishing age, life and death are decided!"

With a light drink from Chu Butian, two sword rivers suddenly appear behind him. One of them is full of flowers and full of prosperity, and the other is full of dead air, just like the nether hell. When all things enter into it, they will no longer exist.

"The four of them are going to suffer!" Qianji Meier deep suction airway.

"Lose? It's inevitable that Chu mending heaven is not only a gift, but also a possibility to master the sword lotus in the flourishing age! " Wanzun Hou said in a deep voice, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit.

"You mean Thousand machine Mei son pupil a shrink, the eye dew is startled.

"Well," Wan Zun Hou nodded, "Shengshi Jianlian is definitely his own road!"

Your own way? What does that mean? Only those who are strong in Nirvana can understand their own way, and this is only possible. All those who can really understand the way are those who are tough willed, have bad luck, and are gifted. None of these people are strong in Nirvana.

"Boom..."

The heaven and earth roared, the earth cracked, and endless boulders floated up. The two sword rivers of Chu Butian were extremely fierce, just like two real magic swords, chopping the four worlds and setting off a law storm.

"It's really fierce, but it's a little too big. After all, the other side is the strong one of the four central heaven." If he had reached the height of Chu Butian, maybe he would have rushed to the battle.

"Toda? Not necessarily! " Yewufeng shakes his head. "If he wants to kill people, he only needs four swords. Maybe, as he said, if he sleeps too long and wants to use the next few people to move his muscles and bones, he will die when their value is used up!"

"Practice with the strong in the central sky? Or four? " There was no rain in the night, and his eyes were full of sound. There were stars in his eyes. He couldn't help sighing: "fierce man, really fierce man!"

This kind of war, not to mention the past and the present, is absolutely rare. The Xuantian friar stepped up to fight against the four central heavenly strongmen. There was no decadence at all. On the contrary, the more he fought, the braver he became.

What's more terrifying is that the four central tianstrongmen have exhausted their means and constantly improved their strength. However, it seems that Chu Butian is also making progress, and there is a ninth color light around him. Is this a sign of breakthrough?

The four central tianqiang are actually regarded by each other as grindstones? If you really break through the central sky and want to kill the four of them, isn't it easy?

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen!" At this time, Ge 300 million opened a sword river with one palm and made full use of his strength to flee to the East.

"Goodbye!" Hua has no intention to react quickly. The other party feels stronger and stronger, so it becomes more and more dangerous for him to stay here. At least, if he wants to run now, he can't help himself.

But the other two are not so good. With Ge 300 million and Hua unintentionally escaping, Han Xuanfeng and Qing Yiyang are under more pressure to open the two Jianhe rivers. However, they find that there is a kind of terrible binding force around the Jianhe river."Run away?" Chu Butian looked at the two people who ran away strangely, and then grinned: "originally, I couldn't help you. Unfortunately, they both ran away. So, you two should go on the road together."

"The sacrifice of mending the sky!"

Chu Butian drinks deeply, and the two sword rivers explode and open. The terrible momentum suddenly flies to their world. At the same time, a purple streamer that is fast to the extreme penetrates their Dantian.

Han Xuanfeng and Qing Yiyang were frightened and died. I can't believe they died in the hands of a Xuantian monk. It's too cowardly. They must have a bad memory! However, the tragedy is that the black sword river appears again and drowns their bodies in an instant!

"Mel, you wait for me here." Marquis Wan Zun pats mei'er's hand and goes away.

"Be careful!" Thousand machine Mei son worries a way, however, ten thousand respect Hou already disappeared a trace.

Whew, marquis Wan Zun suddenly appeared opposite to Chu Butian. His whole body was full of fighting spirit. He was holding a blue sword and humming. The friars around him were surprised. Marquis Wan Zun couldn't find death. The four central friars were not rivals. How could his Xuantian realm be his enemy?

"Why, do you want Shengshi Jianlian, too?" Chu Butian grinned.

"Shengshi sword lotus belongs to you. I'm not interested in it," said Marquis Wan Zun, shaking his head and taking a deep breath

"Oh?" Chu Butian looked at wanzun marquis in surprise, and a dignified flash flashed in his eyes. He was not surprised at wanzun Marquis's face, but the sword meaning in his eyes, which is rare in the world!

"It's Meng Lang! Please Marquis Wan Zun made a gesture of invitation. His eyebrows were deep. He had to be careful because he had been able to kill Meng Qiancheng before. However, this may be an opportunity, a breakthrough opportunity!

"You want my sword? Interesting, interesting, ha ha ha. " Chu Butian laughs. People in the world dare to take his sword, but they all die under his sword and never live. "Well, I don't know how many years ago, but I'll see what you're capable of."

"Younger generation? Sure enough Marquis Wan Zun's heart sank, and he wanted to come to Chu to mend heaven.

"The sword of heaven!"

Chu Butian drinks it lightly, the purple gold sword is wielded, and a white Stegosaurus is shot out suddenly. It is a world of its own, containing the will of the common people. All swords bow to it.