God-slaughtering King

Yun Zhanxing looked up at Nanmen maple, and suddenly said in a loud voice, "if the man doesn't come, don't we wait here for nothing? They've all gone to the one in the West."

Nanmen Feng pretended to be angry and said, "there are so many people over there. What can we take advantage of when we go? Besides, if so many people stay there, will that person appear?"

"Oh!" Yun Zhanxing said loudly, "young master, you are really smart!"

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Applause broke out in the dark, and a gray figure came out slowly. The young man in Gray was thin, his eyes were gray, and his breath was introverted, like an ordinary person. If he wasn't here and there was a dangerous smell in his eyes, Nanmen Feng really thought he was just an ordinary person.

Intuition tells Nanmen Feng that this person is the most dangerous person he meets in the spiritual realm. Maybe it is not as strong as rain binglan, but it is more dangerous than her.

Yun Zhanxing looked at the young man in grey with a dignified look. Xueshawei was more sensitive to the crisis than ordinary people.

"Should I say you are smart or stupid!" the hoarse voice was full of contempt and disdain. The young man in gray continued, "if there were no such nonsense, I really thought you were opportunists."

"Now! Tell me how you broke the array!" the gray young man stared at Nanmen Maple coldly, as if he had determined that the person breaking the array was Nanmen maple.

"How can you be sure it's me?" Nanmen Feng spread his hands and said helplessly, "I really want to have so much ability. How can I stay here."

The young man in Grey disdained and said, "if you think there is something wrong with the way I ask questions, I can change my way." the young man in grey suddenly killed the machine and said coldly: "speak out or die!"

The invisible momentum dispersed, and the young man in gray looked coldly at the maple in the south gate, turning a blind eye to the cloud war on one side. Nanmen Maple's face is solemn. Next will be the hardest battle.

"You step back." Nanmen Feng said to Yun Zhanxing and took a step forward. Yuan Li's operation dissolved the momentum.

Yun Zhanxing reluctantly looked at the maple at the south gate and immediately retreated. When the number of people does not form an overwhelming advantage, it will become a burden. Yun Zhanxing witnessed the strength of Nanmen maple. If Nanmen maple is not an opponent, even if he participates in the war, it won't help.

"It seems that you still have some strength." the young man in grey said with great interest. The eight layer martial artist in the spirit realm can easily resolve his momentum pressure. Just because of this, he gave him a high look at the South Gate maple.

Nanmen Feng said faintly, "I know after trying. Fight!"

At the moment, the battle is inevitable. In that case, Nanmen Feng is too lazy to entangle and drag on, which is more unfavorable to him.

The young man in grey glanced at the ring on Nanmen Feng's right hand with a smile. He had already determined that Nanmen Feng was the one who broke the array. Just curious, no one in the spirit realm can break the array from the outside. The only explanation is that Nanmen Maple can sneak in and break through!

The young man in grey has learned how powerful the array is. What can protect him from the attack of the array? The gray young man's gray eyes became hot.

When you take one step lightly, your momentum will immediately rise. Your killing intention is like a sharp sword. You will go straight to the maple in the south gate. You will take two steps in succession, and your momentum will reach the peak. You will hunt in gray clothes and fly with long hair.

Nanmen maple is inexplicably cold, and the yuan force in the body is pulling, ready to move. He quickly ran the skill and pressed it down. At the same time, the Xuanyuan sword came out of thin air, and the sword idea burst out. The cold killing idea suddenly became invisible like spring ice and snow.

"Interesting!" the young man in grey smiled at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were full of bloodthirsty killing intention. The stronger his opponent was, the more excited he was. If the opponent is too weak, he will feel a little bored.

"This man's control over the killing intention is several grades better than Qiu lang." under the suppression of the killing intention, most people in the spirit realm are afraid that they will collapse without fighting on the spot.

"Kill!" just when Nanmen Maple was distracted, a sudden violent drink sounded, and an ancient long sword appeared in the hands of the young man in gray. The sword came quickly with a soul-stirring killing intention, which tightened Nanmen Maple's heart.

Yuan Li flowed rapidly along the meridians. As soon as he stepped on it, Xuanyuan sword cut out. The sword is extremely sharp. It's a soul grabbing killing intention. Suddenly there was no wind around them, and the withered grass and flying leaves danced disorderly. The clouds on one side could not help but step back again.

Boom!

The dust was flying, and the originally dark sky was gray. There was a dull hum, and then the sound of footsteps retreating.

"Few people in the spirit realm can take my sword. You're very good, but it's a pity." the hoarse voice sounded, and the young man in gray walked forward slowly.

At this time, there was a trace of blood around the mouth of Nanmen maple. His face was like Gu Jing bubo. On the contrary, the powerful crisis made his heart more quiet than ever before.

"Be careful to say too much and flash your tongue."

The young man in grey is very strong, but he can't eat dingnanmen Maple steadily. He just hit, but he suffered a loss in Yuanli, not as deep as the other party. Although the killing intention is strong, after seeing the killing intention of the sword king, the killing intention in front of me is too weak! It is difficult to cause substantial damage to Nanmen maple.

"It seems that I have to continue to work hard!" the young man in gray smiled without anger. His gray eyes almost condensed into essence. The soles of his feet moved and another sword came quickly.

A sword startles thunder!

Xuanyuan sword set off rolling thunder, and the dark imperial tomb suddenly became dull and depressed. The young man in gray finally moved. This sword has the qualification to fight with him.

This is the first time since Nanmen Maple understood the sword meaning.

Boom!

The ground trembled. Nanmen Maple retreated three steps, and the tiger's mouth exuded light blood. After the killing intention rushed into the body, it was dissolved in the blink of an eye.

The young man in gray took a step back, and his gray eyes flashed the color of shock. It's an unprecedented thing that a martial artist on the eighth floor of the spirit realm can push him back!

How strong! Is that his strength?

The eight changes of Yufeng spread out. The maple in the South Gate flashed and let it pass the fierce attack. Xuanyuan sword moved and cut down sharply towards the right arm of the young man in gray.

"Eh?" a surprised look flashed in the eyes of the young man in gray. "This is the wind idea?" he suddenly understood the spirit of the maple in the south gate and understood the sword idea and the wind idea. It is really difficult to have an opponent in the spirit realm.

However, these are not enough!

As soon as the soles of the young man in gray moved, the ancient long sword was recovered and welcomed the sword cut by the maple at the south gate. In the face of absolute strength, everything is vain.

The South Gate Maple shook his wrist and took a step across the soles of his feet. Xuanyuan sword suddenly turned and stabbed the young man in gray behind. The young man in grey should still have his cards not shown, and Nanmen Feng doesn't want to fight with him.

For a time, the two figures rotate rapidly, and the killing intention, sword intention and wind intention in the field are crisscross. There was no real collision between them.

One side of Yun Zhanxing was secretly worried. He pinched sweat for Nanmen Feng. However, he could not participate in such a battle.

After a long battle, the young man in grey began to worry. He was more interested in how to break the array than killing Nanmen maple. Such a fierce fight, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of others, but it won't be beautiful at that time.

"Give you one last chance, do you agree?"

Nanmen maple is not slow at all, just blindly attack and kill. This matter cannot be promised. Once the God killing tower is exposed, the pursuit waiting for him will be endless. With his current strength, he has no ability to protect himself.

"I can't break the array. If I want to fight, I'll accompany you at any time."

The young man in Gray said coldly, "then I'll find the answer from your body." the young man in gray immediately made up his mind. As long as he killed the maple in the south gate, he didn't pay attention to Yun Zhanxing. The answer, as long as one person knows, is enough!

"Kill!"

The primitive long sword suddenly burst out a gray white existence like an air awn. The temperature in the field suddenly became cold, and the strong killing intention suffocated people.

"Is this?" the South Gate Maple pupil took a hard blow, "is it killing the meaning of condensation?"

"Come out!" Nanmen Feng shouted and couldn't care more. With a loud roar, the soul of the green Jiao appeared and circled up and down around the Xuanyuan sword. It seemed to be aware of the crisis and stared coldly at the strong killing intention.

"Go!" the spirit of the green Jiao opened his mouth and swallowed it fiercely to the young man in gray. There was an inexplicable pressure in his roar, which was unprecedented before.

It's stronger than before! Maybe the tower God is right. It's also a good fortune to enter Xuanyuan sword.

The grey young man's gray eyes were gloomy and terrible. The attack of Nanmen Maple caused him a crisis. I didn't expect that only the martial artists on the eighth floor of the spirit realm could force him to this step.

In that case, take out all your strength and kill with one blow!

The Milky light vomited gently from the ancient long sword, and bursts of air burst around. Zhenyuan?

The biggest difference between the martial arts and the real world is that the yuan force condenses into the real yuan, and the destructive force increases exponentially. Nanmen Maple deeply understands the power of Zhenyuan.

Bite the tip of the tongue and sprinkle a mouthful of blood essence on Xuanyuan sword. At this moment, there is no need to reserve, and the victory or defeat is here. Xuanyuan sword's golden light was so bright that it followed the soul of the green Jiao and cut off.

"Roar!"

Congealing's killing intention has a great restraint on the soul of the green Jiao. The soul of the green Jiao roars in pain and rolls up and down, but does not shrink back.

Nanmen Feng's eyes coagulated and shouted, "come back!" he didn't intend that the soul of qingjiao could resist the murderous attack. He only needed to consume some time to be more sure.

The soul of the green Jiao heard the sound and returned. The maple in the South Gate stepped on it, and his body flashed. He bypassed the killing intention and cut the young man in gray clothes.

"Die!" the young man in gray smiled grimly, right in the heart. Zhenyuan's attack can't be resisted by the martial arts in the spiritual realm at all.

Just when Xuanyuan sword was about to cut to the real yuan, Nanmen Feng shook his wrist and suddenly turned to cut down the young man in gray, ignoring the real yuan coming to his chest.

"Dying struggle!"

The young man in gray sneered, and the old and simple long sword grid in his hand rushed to the Xuanyuan sword, spitting out the real yuan, and continued to blast towards the South Gate Maple chest. In his opinion, nanmenfeng's attempt to fight with death is too stupid.

Boom!

Zhenyuan mercilessly hit Nanmen Maple's chest, and an earthy yellow light shone on Nanmen Maple's chest, and that Zhenyuan immediately dissipated into invisibility.

The maple in the South Gate groaned and shook his body. Xuanyuan sword continued to cut down.