God-slaughtering King

Blood gushed down in front of him, and there were bursts of cold. The maple in the south gate looked pale and listless.

"What a strange Zhenyuan!" yubinglan's Zhenyuan was not only sandwiched with the sword idea, but also the refreshing chill. Nanmenfeng suffered a great loss when he fought with such an opponent for the first time.

"The last sword!" the cold voice of rain ice haze sounded, like a glacier that has not melted for thousands of years.

The last sword? Nanmen Feng smiled bitterly. He finally understood that there was an irreparable gap with yubinglan. However, it doesn't matter. She didn't give a sword when she fought with yubinglan for the first time. Now, compared with that, the gap has been infinitely narrowed.

This last sword, not to win, just to force her to use all her strength to see how big the gap is!

The sword hangs down the star river!

A cold awn crossed the distant sky, and the autumn sun trembled. The sharp sword burst out. The soles of the maple feet in the South Gate suddenly moved, and the body flickered. It was in front of the rain ice haze.

Xuanyuan sword with a dazzling golden awn cut down mercilessly. The rain ice haze looked moving. His body suddenly floated back, and his white clothes floated like a fairy flying away against the wind.

"Finally retreat?" Nanmen Feng smiled and shouted, urging Zhenyuan to pour into Xuanyuan sword crazily. The golden light was more prosperous and tightly locked the rain ice haze floating backward.

The blue light of the long sword in yubinglan's hand soared, and the biting chill filled the air. The cold wind blew the maple's long hair flying in the south gate and hunting in green clothes.

"Go!" just listen to the low reprimand of rain binglan. Suddenly, a dark blue light mass flashes from the sword peak. As soon as it appears, a cold air floats in the air. The strong fluctuation of Zhenyuan makes Nanmen Maple feel inexplicable palpitation.

Boom!

Strong Zhenyuan impact, dust flying in the field, dead leaves flying in disorder, sand and stone shooting, and a cyan figure shooting like an arrow.

Zheng!

The long sword went straight into the ground, the blue figure was bleeding wildly, the cold eyes showed a trace of reluctance, but the ferocious face hung a trace of smile.

"That's all!"

Sand! Sand! Sand!

The white figure walked out slowly from the flying dust, with graceful posture and peerless face. The South Gate Maple looked sluggish and blurred, "there will be such peerless beauty in the world!"

A head of smooth satin like hair is light with the wind, beautiful eyebrows are like the moon, and jade muscles are like frost and snow. The only drawback is that the pretty face contains frost. A pair of beautiful eyes are full of anger and murder.

Nanmen Feng secretly said, "no wonder she covers her face with gauze all day. Now her face looks like a fairy. How can she linger in this world."

"You could have never died, but now you have to die!"

The cold voice and shudder. The long blue sword in your hand shines brightly in the sun and is reflected on the cool face of the Iraqi beside you, which makes you tremble.

Looking at the bright red on yubinglan's white clothes on his chest, Nanmen Feng smiled bitterly. It was his limit to hurt yubinglan.

I have to admit that there is a big gap between him and yubinglan. Since cultivating martial arts, nanmenfeng has been practicing hard by himself. Only king Sheng preached twice, and the gap in details is difficult to make up.

At the moment, the rain ice haze moved his heart to kill. The South Gate Maple had no power but to be slaughtered.

"You can die!"

A blue light flashed across, and Nanmen Maple slowly closed his eyes. Unexpectedly, he didn't die in the imperial tomb full of crisis, but died in Ziyun University.

Things change, ridiculous! deplorable!

"Stop!"

The roar came, and a purple figure fell in front of the South Gate Maple like the wind. With a wave, the long blue sword drew a track and flew away.

King Sheng! Nanmen Feng smiled. Wang Sheng finally came back at this critical juncture!

Wang Sheng has heard a lot of things from yunzhankuang. Nanmenfeng tells about it, focusing on the more than two years of being trapped.

When Nanmen Feng talked about where he broke the ten thousand sword tomb, Wang Sheng's face tightened. Knowing that Nanmen Feng was in front of him at the moment, he still sweated secretly for him.

When Nanmen Maple talked about the Grottoes in the yuan vein, Wang Sheng's eyes flashed, his breath leaked out, and a force of tyranny dispersed, which made Nanmen Maple breathe and almost suffocate.

"Is this the power of King Wu?" just the breath fluctuation is so powerful, and how strong will the real strength be!

The crystal clear diamond crystal appeared in the hand of Nanmen maple. Wang Sheng's eyes coagulated, suddenly reached out and grabbed Nanmen maple. His body rose out of thin air and flew towards Ziyun peak.

"I'll take you to meet someone!" said King Sheng without doubt.

Nanmen Maple felt that after a blink of an eye, his body fell rapidly and found that they were already on Ziyun peak. An hour's journey is just a blink of an eye here.

Huang Nian is still in the hands of Nanmen Feng, ordinary. King Sheng took Nanmen Feng all the way around and came to an insignificant corner a moment later.

"Yunsheng wants to see his grandfather!" Wang Sheng said respectfully to the corner. At this time, nanmenfeng found that there was a hole with more than one person hidden in the corner.

Shaoqing, the old voice came from the cave, "come in!" it was obvious that the people in the cave knew the existence of Nanmen maple.

To make king Sheng so respectful, nanmenfeng has guessed his identity, but he didn't expect to live in such a place.

The light in the cave is dim and extremely narrow. It can only accommodate two people standing side by side. The maple in the South Gate follows behind King Sheng, feeling uneasy in his heart. Wu Huang is a god like existence in Yunzhou mainland. It is the lifelong dream of many martial artists to see the style of Wu Huang. It can be imagined that the new emperor's ceremony of baiyuezong will be so lively with all kinds of fighters gathered.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the cave suddenly opened up and the light was much brighter. As soon as king Sheng turned his body, he bowed his head and worshipped. The maple in the South Gate had no time to take a closer look and quickly bowed down with King Sheng.

"Come here." the old voice sounded again, "it's not too late to live in a few days. It's not too late to do this when I die."

King Sheng shook his body, didn't speak, and walked forward slowly. Nanmen Feng followed behind and looked up. He saw that he was in a grotto less than three feet square. There was a stone couch in the corner of the grotto, on which a plain old man was curled.

The old man's hair is gray, his eyes are dim, and his face is deathly gray. Even if Nanmen Maple only has the cultivation in the real world, it can be seen that the old man is running out of time.

It seemed that he noticed the eyes of Nanmen maple, and a trace of essence flashed in the old man's dim eyes. When he saw the emperor's reading in Nanmen Maple's hand, his bent body straightened up and magnified infinitely in Nanmen Maple's eyes, like a startling giant standing between heaven and earth staring at him.

An invisible pressure came down, and the maple in the South Gate felt like a mountain in his back, and the cold sweat murmured down.

"Lao Zu!" aware of the plight of Nanmen maple, Wang Sheng hurried out.

As soon as the voice fell, the invisible momentum dissipated. The old man's body curled up on the stone couch again, but his eyes were shining, without the look of a strong man in his twilight years.

"Good! Good! Good!" the old man said three good words in a row. His old face became radiant in the twinkling of an eye, and a violent cough sounded.

King Sheng hurried forward. When his palm was about to fall on the old man's back, the old man waved his hand and stopped the falling palm of King Sheng, muttering, "don't worry, you can't die now."

Then he looked at the South Gate maple and said slowly, "young man, come here."

Nanmen Feng respectfully stepped forward and stood still. The old man's voice came again, "Sheng boy, get out of the way, young man, sit here."

He looked up at the old man in surprise. His irresistible eyes exuded the emperor's unique dignity. Nanmen Feng put down the emperor's mind and sat down slowly in front of the old man.

"You have great kindness to our cloud family. As long as you can do it, the old man will try his best to be satisfied with you." the old man's eyes were burning, which made Nanmen Feng a little unbearable.

"King Sheng has great kindness to the younger generation. The younger generation dare not have any plans."

Nanmen Maple's words are true. The value of huangnian is immeasurable. If Nanmen maple is greedy for return, how can he hand over the huangnian he got? Is there anything more precious in the cloud family than huangnian?

The old man frowned and sighed: "yes, for the martial arts, even if you give the chiyun country to you, it may not be precious to the emperor."

"But the cloud family can't help paying back this love, and the old man can't owe it when he leaves." the old man said in silence for a moment: "in this way, although Sheng's cultivation is a little poor, his qualification is still good, and he has a bright future. I decide to let him take you as an apprentice, how about it?"

"This......" Nanmen Feng suddenly showed a strange color.

Wang Sheng smiled bitterly and said, "my grandfather didn't know. Yunsheng had thought of accepting him before, but he refused!"

"Is there such a thing?" the old man looked at the South Gate maple in doubt.

"Back to the elder, the younger generation has learned from his teachers. Although he is not as advanced as Wang Sheng's cultivation, the family teacher takes good care of the younger generation, and the younger generation dare not be disrespectful."

"So..." the old man fell into meditation again, and Wang Sheng and Nanmen Feng waited quietly.

After a long time, the old man raised his head and his eyes were frozen. A purple jade card appeared in his thin palm, "take this card, as long as it's a man surnamed Yun. Ten years later, give it back to Sheng boy."

"This..." Nanmen Feng looked at Wang Sheng for help, and the latter gently nodded to Nanmen Feng to accept it.

In desperation, Nanmen Feng stretched out his hands and took the purple jade card from the old man. He was as cool as jade. He couldn't see anything strange.

However, it's just an old man's saying, "you can do whatever you want." It is enough to prove the value of the jade card. Doesn't that mean that chiyun country allows Nanmen maple to gallop!

"Let Yunli come to see me." the old man said, leaning back and slowly closing his eyes. They understood and walked out of the cave.

With a bitter smile, three years have passed, and I must have changed my residence.

Walking in such a large Ziyun University, Feng at the south gate was surprised to find that he had nowhere to go except Shengwang hospital! It is impossible to find Mu Pengcheng and Yuan Fei.

In a daze, Nanmen Maple can only go to Shengwang's other courtyard.

Before approaching Wang Sheng's other courtyard, he saw a figure standing outside the door from a distance. Maple in the south gate was surprised. Wang Sheng has always lived in seclusion and was rarely disturbed. Who could it be?

It's him!

Shi Xinghai saw the maple figure in the south gate from a distance, so he hurried to meet it. When he came to him, he arched his hand and said, "brother Nanmen has a deep blessing, but his Highness the eighth Prince cares."