God-slaughtering King

"Move the sword?" a look of contempt flashed in the eyes of Nanmen maple. His body flashed rapidly. The man in white felt only a flower in front of him and disappeared from Nanmen maple.

The wind and thunder roared behind him, and the man in white was surprised. I didn't know how Nanmen Maple came behind him. He turned fiercely and cut with a long sword in his hand.

too late!

The man in white had just turned around, and the long sword in his hand had no time to fall. The cold fist of Nanmen Maple had fallen on his chest.

Boom!

The man in white was bleeding wildly, and his body flew backwards. Nanmen Feng didn't look at him, but turned and looked at the woman standing there.

"You, what do you want to do?" the woman lost her color and looked at Nanmen maple in horror. She seemed to notice the bad situation. As soon as her expression changed, she immediately put on a look of pity and moving.

The change of the woman's expression made Nanmen Feng feel inexplicably disgusted. Although he didn't want to start with the woman, he didn't want to cause the pursuit of Tiansha sect, not to mention that he was in the territory of Tianxing Kingdom at this time.

"Don't kill me!" the woman's fear could not hide her beauty, but looked more moving.

If another man had changed, he might have let him go, but nanmenfeng wouldn't. such a woman would only make him feel sick.

Thunder chop!

One punch fell, and the woman fell!

Put away the three people's storage bags. The maple at the South Gate identified the direction and galloped towards the chiyun country with the purple wind.

Recently, Baiyue Zong sent out an invitation letter and held a new emperor ceremony three months later. Almost all the zongmen of the whole chiyun country are invited, and the Royal cloud family will not be excluded.

On this day, in an inconspicuous corner at the top of Ziyun peak, more than a dozen people, old and young, stood in front of a small cave and waited quietly.

An old voice came from the cave, "heaven and earth have no rest, the sun and moon have profits and losses, all have their own days, non human can violate, you all go back!"

The crowd looked at each other, but they didn't dare to disobey the voice. One after another, they said respectfully, "please follow the instructions of my ancestors."

Just as the crowd turned and left, the old voice sounded again, "Yunsheng came in." the people looked stunned. They looked at King Sheng with envy, and immediately sighed and went away slowly.

At this time, a dark shadow was flying towards Ziyun University from the distant sky. Half an hour later, the dark shadow fell from the air and came to the door of Ziyun University.

A green shadow jumped down from the dark shadow and walked slowly towards the gate of the University.

"Stop!" two young men in white stood on the left and right at the gate of the University. The man on the left shouted at the visitor, looking at the dark shadow behind him with disgust and envy.

The green shadow stopped at the sound and looked at the talking man in doubt.

"This is Ziyun University. Who are you and dare to break in?" the man continued, but his voice was not so polite.

Break in? Green shadow couldn't help laughing bitterly and disappeared for more than two years. I'm afraid they all thought I was dead. They immediately said faintly, "I'm a disciple of the University at xiananmen maple. Why do you break through?"

That green and black figure is the South Gate maple and purple wind galloping all the way.

"You say you are Nanmen Feng? Nanmen Feng, the disciple of King Sheng?" the man screamed, pointed to Nanmen Feng and asked loudly. Only because Nanmen Feng was so famous, he was ranked on the spiritual list with the cultivation of the seventh floor of the spiritual realm more than two years ago. He was regarded as half a disciple by King Sheng, and defeated Qiu Lang at King Sheng's apprenticeship ceremony.

Just when people thought that Nanmen Maple would set off a storm in Ziyun University, suddenly came the news of his death on mission, withering like a Epiphyllum.

"Exactly." Nanmen Feng couldn't help smiling bitterly. It must be that he 'died' and came back to life, which will bring surprises to many people.

"Aren't you dead? How could your face be like this?"

The maple in the south gate looked stiff. He suddenly remembered that day when the Tiansha sect called him "ugly"? Reach out and slowly touch your face. The feeling of potholes and bumps came from your hands, and the bottom of your heart suddenly sank.

Martial arts have vitality to quench the body, and the skin is as smooth as jade and tender as children's muscle. The only possibility is that he was injured by Shi Yu in the jianhuang hall that day. Now I want to come to Yun Zhanxing and see his eyes on that day. Is that why?

With a wave of his hand, a long, dark sword was in his hand and raised slowly. Tao Ying's face on the sword was a scarred and miserable face, "monster!"

He never cared about the beauty and ugliness of the South Gate maple, but it was really hard for him to accept such a face in front of him!

"Ah!"

A roar sounded, Zhenyuan burst up, and the long sword in his hand was broken inch by inch. They screamed at the door. The purple wind behind him waved his wings and came to him. He didn't know where to look at the suddenly crazy Nanmen maple.

"Shi Yu!" Maple's eyes in the south gate were red and whispered: "this hatred, double return!"

The cold looking Nanmen Maple walked towards the gate of Ziyun University. The two at the gate were very knowledgeable and did not stop. God knows whether the angry Nanmen Maple will spread his anger on them. They can't provoke King Sheng's disciples.

Walking all the way through the University, the crowd pointed out that both the appearance of Nanmen maple and the purple wind behind him were enough to cause a great sensation, not to mention the two walking together.

Nanmen Feng looked cold and kept going to King Sheng's other courtyard. Huang Nian made him bear a heavy burden and handed over a worry to King Sheng as soon as possible.

The other courtyard is still cold. No one dares to disturb King Sheng's Qingxiu nearby. Stepping into the other courtyard, nanmenfeng walked directly towards the backyard.

A white figure stood where King Sheng often stood, such as a lotus, with a graceful figure. Just the back is enough to fascinate people. At the moment, Nanmen Maple has no feeling of appreciation.

"Who?" the voice was like an empty valley orchid. The white figure turned around and covered her face with light gauze. The beautiful eyes saw the maple figure in the south gate, and immediately showed deep disgust.

"Who are you? How dare you break into Wang Sheng's other courtyard without permission!"

It is natural that the disciple of King Sheng, yubinglan, can appear here!

"Nanmen Feng, come to see King Sheng."

"Are you Nanmen Maple?" yubinglan's eyes flashed a trace of doubt. When he looked at the purple wind behind Nanmen maple, his beautiful eyes suddenly lit up and murmured, "Purple thunder carving! Five level monster purple thunder carving!"

Monsters are difficult to recognize the Lord, especially those with intelligence. Looking at the South Gate maple and the purple thunder carving, Yu binglan knows that the purple thunder carving has recognized the Lord of the South Gate maple.

"What did he go through?" Yu binglan and his party at the imperial tomb were insiders. She had heard Wang Sheng mention that Nanmen Feng was not killed by Shi Yu? Why didn't he die? Can you escape from the emperor's tomb?

"The second floor of the real world?" Yu binglan now found that the cultivation of Nanmen maple is now the second floor of the real world, and she is only the third floor of the real world. What kind of adventure did he have in the emperor's tomb?

Waving away the confused thoughts in his heart, Yu binglan said faintly: "master Yun is out. What can you tell me? I'll tell master Yun for you!"

Nanmen Feng glanced at the rain ice haze and said in a deep voice, "I'll wait for him here!"

Looking at the disgusting face and the cold tone in front of her, yubinglan suddenly felt inexplicable chagrin. It was this man who forcibly separated half of her cloud master.

I thought he was dead, but now he's back? The long lost anger in my heart rose again.

"Wait out. This is not where you can stay."

If it had been put before, Nanmen Feng would not have bothered with her in general, but now when she saw her proud look and proud tone, she was inexplicably angry and said loudly, "you don't deserve to drive me away!"

"You..." Yu binglan's pretty face was cold. No one dared to speak like this in front of her, but Nanmen Feng was the second time.

"Remember I said that when you break through the real world, it will be the day of World War I. I want to tell everyone that you are not worthy to be a disciple of cloud master."

"With you!"

Nanmen Feng looked cold and nodded.

The bottom of Nanmen Feng's heart suddenly sank. Yubinglan may be stronger than he imagined. She decided three moves, not to give him a chance, but to force herself to defeat him or even kill him in the three moves!

Rain ice haze moved to kill!

Xuanyuan sword gave a light sound and came out of thin air. The sharp sword intention instantly locked the beautiful shadow in front of him. The South Gate Maple said in a deep voice: "three moves can't beat you, I admit defeat!"

Nanmen Feng sword has only three moves. If he can't beat Yu binglan within the three moves, he can only lose, which is very clear in his heart.

The appointment of three moves is not the arrogance of Nanmen maple, but forcing himself to give full play to his greatest potential to face yubinglan, the strongest opponent since martial arts cultivation.

The look behind the rain ice haze gauze moved, a trace of color flashed in her pretty eyes, her right arm was gently stretched, and a long blue sword as cold as a ten thousand year deep pool was shining brightly in the sun.

The sword flies!

The maple in the south gate was the first to move. The golden light of Xuanyuan sword was more dazzling in the autumn sun, and the sound of sword cutting came from the air.

The blue sword trembled, the cold light was bright, and the surrounding air suddenly became as cold as winter. Yubinglan's light body moved slightly, and the long sword rolled out a cold awn and swept towards the maple in the south gate.

The two lights intersect, making a deafening sound and dazzling light. The golden awn is dimmed and the blue light is prosperous. Nanmen Feng gave a stuffy hum, his body retreated quickly, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth!

How strong!

Nanmen Feng has overestimated yubinglan as much as possible. Unexpectedly, there is still a big gap from her. She was repulsed with one move. In contrast, the rain ice haze looked indifferent, white clothes floating, standing in place, as if he had never moved a penny.

A sword startles thunder!

The South Gate Maple was not discouraged. The dull rolling thunder passed through the air along the Xuanyuan sword. The South Gate Maple shouted angrily and cut away towards the rain and ice haze.

The sky suddenly seemed to be darkened by the sword. The sword Qi crossed the rolled up dead leaves on the ground and swayed in the strong wind. The light body of rain ice haze was in the center of the strong wind, as quiet as a virgin and motionless.

As soon as the jade wrist shook, the pretty eyes flowed, the cold light suddenly broke out, and a bone chilling chill came far towards the maple in the south gate. Nanmen Feng was in a trance. Xuanyuan sword suddenly gave a meal, which greatly reduced his momentum.

Boom!

The body of Nanmen Maple suddenly shook, and the biting cold rushed into the body along the arm and rushed towards the eight veins of the limbs. The right arm holding the sword seemed to lose consciousness. When the body retreated rapidly, he hurried to urge Zhenyuan in the body to dissolve the cold.

Pooh!