God-slaughtering King

Seeing Yan Shan's three magic statues fall, Wu Bu's eyes are both amazed and a little greedy. With the fall of the three magic elephants made by Yan Shan, the countless vines are more prosperous, and even directly wrap the three magic elephants of a hundred feet in size.

"How amazing..."

Looking at the growing and spreading vines, there was an inexplicable smile under the mask. With the winding of countless vines, but for a moment, the Yan Mountain wrapped inside stopped moving.

Until this time, Wuke pulled out a knife flower from the single edge sword in his hand, looked at the direction of Nanmen maple, and there was a lot of randomness between his eyebrows and eyes. Although he made a decisive decision at the beginning and killed Yan Hong with a knife, he didn't want to help Nanmen maple, but vaguely felt that the momentum of Nanmen Maple was much weaker than Yan Shan.

In addition, compared with the name of Nanmen maple, Yan Shan, as the leader of domineering villa, has a reputation for thousands of years, which is worthy of the gift of being the first hand.

At present, the struggle between Rui and Beng is coming to an end. As the breath of Yan Mountain is gradually weak, the prestige of the three spirit spell is gradually fading. Without any defect, he walks to the South Gate maple. The single sword is waving freely in his hand, but his eyes are staring at the man wearing green red wood armor.

The endless aura, accompanied by the green awn weight, filled the body of Nanmen maple. At the moment, the blood on Nanmen Maple's face was not dry, and some outlines could be seen faintly, but it was not much different from Yan Shan's situation at this time.

"You have a good way to force Yan Shan to such a point. If you hand over the seed of Jianmu, I can make you die happier."

Although there were many damages in front of the hall, it was like walking on the ground. Walking ten feet in front of the South Gate maple, he didn't get a step closer. He just looked at the South Gate maple and said faintly.

Although Wuke believes in his own knife and doesn't think much of Nanmen maple, Wuke is very concerned about the seed of Jianmu on Nanmen maple. At the moment, although Nanmen maple is dying, if the vines on the ground entangle themselves, they are not willing to easily test this possibility for a while.

Nanmen Maple had not yet opened his mouth, but his intact body moved. Then the vines all over the ground withered and turned into fly ash. Together with Nanmen maple, he half knelt on the ground and barely gasped.

"Dead?!"

Wu lacked this fashion and didn't have time to care about the situation of Nanmen maple. He just looked back at Yan Shan in the distance. At first, he saw that the three magic elephants turned into fly ash with the withering of the vines wrapped around him. At the moment, the three magic elephants turned into fly ash, but Wu lacked was a little stunned. Originally, the smell of Yan Mountain was much stronger than that of Nanmen maple. I didn't expect to fall in such a short time?!

It is said that Yan Shan, the master of the Yan Family in the domineering mountain villa, the three magic elephants of one of the three heavenly kings in southern Xinjiang, died so easily at the hands of a younger generation?!

Rao has thought about it for a long time. At the moment, he still hesitates to look at the flying ash all over the sky.

"Huameng... Where is it?"

There was no lack of amazement. The maple at the South Gate in the distance got up slowly. His blood color was as old as before. He was dressed in green and red wood armor, which was like a general returning from blood. Although his breath was shallow, he was resolute.

"Show me what you can do to ask me this?"

Wuwu slowly turned back and twisted his neck. He casually held the knife flower in his hand. His eyes were staring at the trembling body of Nanmen Feng, and suddenly disappeared the next moment.

The single edge sword is hidden and obvious. The single front sword is three feet long and in the shape of a sword. It is used as a sword move. Yin Shan Feng is two feet long. He makes a sabre move. He can chop forcefully. He can take his hand in an instant between picking and wiping.

At the beginning, Wuque and Nanmen Maple fought in the swamp, which not only did not show the landscape, but even despised it. It is because for Wuke, the real strength has not been revealed at all. At the moment, even for Nanmen maple, the seed of shangjianmu, Wuke still has the confidence to kill the enemy.

Wuke suddenly disappeared, but Nanmen Maple slowly straightened his chest and exhaled a turbid breath.

The strength of the green awn on the Jianmu seed is too strong. In an instant, the skin and flesh of Nanmen Maple crack and blood flow. However, the vitality contained in Qingmang makes the flesh of Nanmen Maple heal in an instant. It is such a tearing pain. If it were not for Nanmen Maple's heart to secretly read the mysterious turtle breathing method learned in the past, he would try his best to stabilize his mind. I'm afraid he doesn't realize it now and can't stand here like this.

Nanmen Maple still stood firm, but in a flash, it was cold between his neck. The single sword was close to Nanmen Maple's neck, but he didn't cut. It's not that wuduan doesn't want to, but the maple Arm Armor at the south gate blocks wuduan's single sword!

If you can't hit it, you can hide your body in an instant, but you haven't entangled it. Nanmen Maple reluctantly felt the power in his body. At the moment, his body was short of Qi and blood, but he was a little slow. Nanmen Maple was happy to accept such a struggle.

After a few simple breaths, wuduan made another knife, but Nanmen Maple held wuduan's single sword directly!

"Where is the flower dream?"

Between the blood and color, Nanmen Maple looked flawless, but the sound and color were much more powerful. Unexpectedly, the remaining strength of Qingmang also had a miraculous effect. In such a short period of time, Nanmen Maple also vaguely recovered his strength. Although it looked unbearable, his strength was 34%.

Wuke smelled the speech, and his eyebrows under the mask wrinkled slightly. Then he led to another single blade sword and double blades, but he showed his momentum. But Wuke was doomed to fall in the wind from the moment when he came out of the knife.

Hidden single front, from the time it appears in human form, is destined to exist only once, either the enemy dies or he dies.

Starting with a single sword, the maple in the South Gate looks like the old one. He pushes his hands, leads two knives with both hands, and pushes each other step by step. Wuduan has a single sword in his hand. The sword moves are like shadow, but he can't hurt the South Gate Maple at all. Between advance and retreat, he was forced to retreat dozens of steps by the South Gate maple.

This is not a gap in strength, but a move.

Wuke looked at Nanmen Feng's hand and frowned. There was even more anger in the faint.

"Impossible! How could a mere human friar block my single blade sword!"

Virtually, Wuke was deeply jealous of Nanmen maple, and even forgot that what he relied on was not a temporary height, but a body method of hiding and dodging. Just in wubu's eyes, Nanmen Feng, who only knows boxing and foot Kung Fu, should not be able to stop the single blade sword move he has practiced for a long time. For a moment, he couldn't swallow such a breath and vowed to kill Nanmen Feng with this single blade.

But what I don't know is that Nanmen maple is not an ordinary Taoist practice. Although it is not a physical practice, it used to learn pushing hands between streams and waterfalls. It can barely be counted as a hundred years' skill. In addition, I got into the sword Tomb of Shu mountain under the chance to observe the endless sword meaning, and there is a trace of sword meaning taught by the most powerful Ye Yixi of Shu mountain.

Several times, even in terms of moves, Nanmen maple is also a name in the world. Even because of his inferior physical qualifications, Nanmen Feng has acted at will. In recent decades, large and small, under the battle of strength and weakness, Nanmen Feng's boxing and foot skills are very strong.

Between the single front sword moves, Nanmen Feng's hands seemed slow but strong, but between pushing and pushing, he blocked the flawless single front sword three feet away from his body. The steps were hurried and the hands were rushed. The South Gate Maple asked again.

"Where is the flower dream?"

Between the three questions, if there is no lack of intention, you should be able to hear that Nanmen Maple's voice is more than thick and full of Qi. Although his face is still bloody, Nanmen Maple has recovered 60% or 70% at the moment.

"Dead!!!"

But at the moment, the heart is unknown fire, and the single sword rises again, but it doesn't care to stab the heart of Nanmen maple. Seeing this, Nanmen Feng's eyes were cold, but he pushed his hands and directly clasped the flawless single front sword body. Then, taking advantage of the situation, Shengsheng took off the flawless single front sword.

The single blade sword changed hands.

Nanmen Maple took out a sword flower and blocked it at will. He calmly said, "the sword is like a single front, which is bound to be strong!"

Between the swords, there was no shortage of the single blade sword in his hand, but he couldn't stop the maple sword in the south gate.

"What a coincidence!"

Nanmen Feng patted the sword body with a single sword in his hand, but he swayed with strength. During the fight, Nanmen Feng still had spare strength. He pulled out a sword flower and suddenly changed his hand. The shadow of Shan Feng's sword flashed. He felt a chill across his face. Then a breeze blew on his face... The flawless mask broke into two pieces, but fell to the ground.

"You?"

Nanmen Feng had a move to open Wuque's mask. It should be a sword to wipe Wuque's neck, but the mask fell. Looking at Wuque in front of him, Nanmen Feng frowned and took back the single sword in his hand. Looking at Wuque, he said a faint sentence.

Originally, Nanmen Feng thought Wuque should be a man's name, but under the mask, his face was white and red, and his eyebrows were more than enchanting, but he was a woman's face.

Nanmen Maple looked closely. There was nothing missing and no Adam's apple. Although he was dressed in black, he looked like a daughter at the moment.

"Are you a woman?"

In the twinkling of an eye, Wuke still had no time to respond. At the moment, Nanmen Maple looked at it several times, and Wuke finally responded. However, he suddenly threw his single sword at Nanmen Maple face door and turned around to leave.

Nanmen Maple looked as old as before. He waved his sword to block the single sword, but he took a wrong step and directly grabbed wuduan's arm.

"Are you mute?"

Nanmen Feng grabbed everything, but he didn't make a move. He just asked.

"Let me go!"

Wuwu tried to pull out his arm, but Nanmen Feng grabbed himself at will and couldn't break free. For a moment, he said to Nanmen Feng.

The South Gate Maple smelled the speech, but it was still the same. He said faintly, "where is the flower dream?"

Wuque frowned and looked at Nanmen Feng, who was about to speak, but his arm was suddenly tight. At the moment, he said in a hurry, "go three thousand miles south!"

Nanmen Feng looked at it and slowly released his hand, but he didn't ask much. Without lack, I feel a loose hand, but I quickly get out of the way, hide my body shape, and I don't know where to go.

...... Outside the main hall, the maple at the south gate looked around. Although the three magic elephants made by Yan Shan used pure aura, there was only a little residue after the aura was lax, but they still destroyed many walls and decorations outside the hall. I don't know whether it's because of the green Mang, the kind of building wood in Nanmen maple, or because Yan Shan's original appearance is three magic elephants. At the moment, the body turns into fly ash.

Nanmen Maple doesn't understand the reputation of Yan Mountain. Except that the domineering villa is a little bigger, it's not a beautiful and prominent place. It's a lot different from what Nanmen Maple thought. Yan Shan suddenly fell into the sky. He was not only flawless, but also Nanmen Feng, a stranger who first met, was a little stunned.

"The world's Pepsi, no landscape, no love, is really ruthless..."