Martial Arts Breaking Nine Heavens

Chapter XNUMX Martial Lord Ceremony

“I am also very fortunate that I live in this dynasty of wind. With your help, I can grow up better.”

Ye Fantian said without any pride.

Tibetan sword Martial Lord satisfied nodded:

“I admire your character so much. The impetuousness, unrulyness, and pride of young people are nothing in your body. If it wasn’t because I knew your family, I would really I thought you were the big Sect Disciple. “

“Is Great Sects?”

Ye Fantian’s eyes were slightly cold, and his killing intent on his face began to skyrocket.

In the earthen-colored space, the two scarlet rays of light seem to be the same as the Demon Sword of Supreme. In this one, they wantonly danced, and then broke the layers of pressure straight and started to blast!

The killing intent in my heart is like the sleeping blood tiger being stimulated and waking up, roaring and roaring constantly.

The crickets on his face flickered constantly.

“I hate you!”

Three voices full of quiet qi breath re-emerged in Ye Fantian’s heart, and the muscles on Ye Fantian’s face could not help but twitch again.

“Roar……”

Great Sect is the sake of Great Sect, everything is because of this sect!

aloof and remote sect, because of that Maiden Xue Palace, he lost Situ Yu, because of Maiden Xue Palace, he lost Nangong Dream again!

The word Great Sect is like the curse of the curse, which opens up the savage and resentment of Supreme in Ye Fantian’s mind.

“Brahma-wake up!”

Feeling that two ghost-like eyes glanced from his own body, the face of the Tibetan sword Martial Lord couldn’t help changing, especially the momentum on the opponent’s body, how powerful the intangible killing intent was.

Even the Tibetan sword Martial Lord that has existed for thousands of years, after experiencing large and small countless killing battles, facing the horrible killing intent of Ye Fantian, he still can’t help but feel his own There was a coldness on my body.

“This boy, still let go!”

The mouth of the Tibetan sword Martial Lord is bitterly said with a smile.

“I want to … go out and vent!”

Ye Fantian struggled to resist the urge to kill in his heart and said slowly.

While speaking, the waiting sword Martial Lord reacted, but he flew wildly.

The complexion of the Tibetan sword Martial Lord changed, but after waiting for him to get out of Cave Mansion, Ye Fantian’s silhouette has turned into a stream of light.

“roar! !!”

The monstrous roar passed distantly from above these nine days.

At first, the roar was like a newborn tender dragon, which made people unable to notice it at all, but the next moment, everyone’s face changed in unison.

More than a dozen empires changed their faces at this moment.

The wind thunders!

The world is falling!

Long Yinxian!

Heroes are afraid!

Roar……

The roar is still going on. What a crazy roar, like a bloody madness, like Demon King’s howling.

But the period seems to be mixed with some kind of sad heartache, a kind of unhealable heartache.

Snapped……

In the imperial palace, the cup in the hands of Ninth Princess Xiner couldn’t help but fell to the ground.

Looking at Supreme’s sky, where the clouds dance and the world changes color, a silhouette is standing there as if it was the earth-shaking devil, roaring to the sky, but the sadness still makes her aware.

What a sorrow and indignation it was.

“The emperor’s body is already intact. I believe that after a quiet period of rehabilitation, he will recover enough.”

Tian Zhi Yu lightly saying.

But his face was not calm, how he could not detect the roar and roar of Ye Fantian through the window …

That kind of madness, that kind of blasting, even the sky and earth, the top of the sky of Supreme, the intersection of rising winds, scudding clouds Dragon-Tiger.

“This guy … can’t let go!”

Emperor Longlong gently nodded:

“Yeah, it’s hard for him. Even if he has the power of Martial Lord, but he can’t protect his beloved woman, it is really a very painful thing.”

The emperor Changlong apparently knew this.

Xiner suddenly expressed this curious expression saying:

“Wu Supervisor Wang, this … Ye … what happened to King Ye?”

“Singer!”

The Great Dragon Emperor could not help frowning lightly shouted.

Martial Lord-level things are really not something she should know.

“Nothing…”

Tian Zhi Yu waved his hand gently.

The sound of thunder is constantly blasting, blasting, in the range of a hundred miles, the sky, Peak, holy light, purple glow, the light of the stars … all kinds of energy continue to burst.

The initial sound was like the tenderness of a tender dragon, but none of the sounds erupted in the final evolution dared to think that this was a tender dragon, which was clearly a Divine Dragon, a nine-day Divine Dragon.

“A seventeen-year-old has white hair … hey !!!”

Tian Zhiyu sighed helplessly, and then the silhouette flickered and disappeared in the palace.

However, Xiner, who heard this sentence, showed a surprised expression on her pretty face. Thinking of the mysterious boy, thinking of the other’s original long hair, she turned from purple to snow-white hair.

“White hair … can’t you say …”

Xiner itself has the title of Demoness. She is naturally dexterous, and quickly thought of the reason. White hair is not born, and the reason that can stimulate whiteness is only after the sadness is extreme.

Thousands of miles of thunder rolled like a thunder, just as the thunder god came into the world.

In the endless sky, Ye Fantian stepped into the void, his eyes were amazing.

The thunderbolt around him is like the inheritance of the thunder god, the thunder snake dances, and the clouds above the sky begin to shatter instantly.

The roaring voice centered on him, forming a huge unmatched vortex.

Disastrous astonishing, demon-like horror …

Countless powerhouses could not help but uttered a timid whine, which was timid to the superior.

The roar lasted about time it takes to drink a cup of tea Ye Fantian before slowly relaxing.

The expression on his face also began to ease a lot, and the backlog over many days finally got vented at this moment …

“how are you feeling?”

The Tibetan sword Martial Lord said slowly in his mouth.

“Vent, feel better.”

Ye Fantian said helplessly with a bitter smile.

“I have heard about the Maiden Xue Palace, but now your strength can’t shake a Great Sect. If you add the identity of the Demon Palace Lord, you may be able, but you do n’t want to be in between. Let’s fight each other. Especially now that Demon Palace has no way to grow up in such a short time after countless years, you also know this. “

Ye Fantian’s binocular scarlet looked at the Tibetan sword Martial Lord slightly, and then slowly said:

“I know what you mean, rest assured, I will not pass easily at Maiden Xue Palace, but this blood debt must be paid back, and nothing left is returned!”

“The terrifying powerhouse, Martial Sovereign level, Martial Emperor level and even Supreme’s powerhouse in Maiden Xue Palace are all possible.”

“Hehe … Maiden Xue Palace?”

Ye Fantian said with a smile, although he was laughing, but he didn’t have the slightest smile, but became more and more secretive.

The coldness of even the Tibetan sword Martial Lord couldn’t help but feel cold …

Ceremony!

This is an annual day for the Gale Dynasty.

It is also the most important day of the year of the Gale Dynasty.

Annual sacrifice, sacrifices to heaven, ancestors …

Above the huge great hall, Ye Fantian expressionlessly looked at the bustling crowd below, and his heart was as calm as the moon in the well.

This year’s ceremony is not the same, because this year’s ceremony is hosted by Emperor Changlong himself, and this time’s ceremony will be a timeless book of history.

The reason is without him. Among the ceremony today is a Martial Lord ceremony!

In order to announce the strength of Ye Fantian to the world, and to let the world see the strength of the Gale Dynasty, and to deter others from the impetuous idea of ​​other empires, the talents of the Gale Dynasty will choose to use the events of the Ceremony to set off Ye Fantian. .

The sound of reading read slowly, straight into the sky …

“Pray for the soldiers who died in my empire, and be proud of my gale dynasty to have you, the enemy has returned, and the soul has returned … the gale dynasty will never forget your great achievements!”

Changlong the Great roared loudly.

Roar……

The roar of counting several thousand sounded at this moment …

“But today … we have a powerhouse born in the gale dynasty, a peerless powerhouse, he will become the Guardian God of our empire, he is the youngest prince of our gale dynasty, and the youngest Peak powerhouse of our heavenly continent, located in The Lord of Wuzhong in the martial arts road, Ye Fantian !!! “

Ye Fantian’s silhouette dissipates slightly, but the next moment has already appeared in the void, with a face like a crown jade and a heart like water.

All of them boiled at this moment.

Looking at the boy, looking at the boy who looked like a god.

The sun was shining, and the long snow white hair was dyed with a golden glow.

Without the slightest pause, the number of hunted thousand people bowed slowly to the ground …

Devotion and trust arise at this instant.

“The person who committed my dynasty of windy dynasty-though far away must be! I do-white-haired demon!”

The blood was boiling, burning, and became hotter.

Responsibility cannot be shirk!

Ye Fantian really grasped the meaning of responsibility.

He will be the Guardian God of the Empire!

“Devil! Devil! Devil!”

Hissing, ringing through the clouds!

Xiner Princess looked at the mysterious boy in the void, and his beautiful eyes flowed with a strange brilliance …

And it was also at this time, in the quaint palace, a roar came out:

“Dancing with poison … jié jié 桀 … It’s finally here, son, wait, wait, I’ll get revenge for you soon!”