Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The number of people coming to the Forbidden City is not large. It's good to deal with the moon demon sect alone, but the addition of the martial arts of the soul losing palace has greatly increased the pressure on the side of the star view. Lin Tujue, the eldest martial brother of astrology, naturally had the duty to stir up the beam and take the initiative to stop the two empty realm eight masters, so as to reduce some pressure for other disciples.

On the other side, xuanjing is facing an empty realm of eight and a seven.

Due to the long fighting time, xuanjing's yuan strength has been lost a little more. At the moment, sweat is flowing on her white face. A few strands of beautiful hair are scattered in the original clean bun, floating in front of her forehead. Coupled with xuanjing's look like a great enemy, it also looks very heroic.

She waved a long sky blue sword, and the sharp sword meaning flickered on the blade. Even the eight martial artists in the virtual environment didn't want to face it. The two opponents were assassinated with sword Qi, which made them afraid to avoid it. Obviously, they were very afraid of the long sword in xuanjing's hand.

As the little princess of the astrological view, xuanjing's martial arts, skills and weapons are rare high-grade goods.

The sky blue long sword she held in her hand was the Tianyu sword, the famous spiritual weapon on the ground level of Xingxiang temple. It was with the blessing of this diseased spirit sword and the strong intention of xuanjing's big Luoxing elephant sword that she steadily gained the upper hand.

Compared with Lin Tujue and Xuan Jing, the war situation of other astrological disciples is much more difficult. Many people have been injured or even killed. At this moment, the already tense situation has become more tragic.

More than a dozen astrology disciples gathered back-to-back and tried their best to support and resist the attack of the demon sect.

Every once in a while, there is a scream

Above the sky, Wang Po, holding a silver spear, glanced at the tragedy below. Suddenly, a cold and indomitable momentum burst out, splitting several yuan force attacks.

The fierce and peerless "broken artistic conception" surged on Wang Po's gun, causing the surrounding void to be torn apart by the sharp gun.

"Wang Po, it's better to catch him without a hand! This time, your righteous forces will be defeated. It's difficult to support the overall situation by yourself."

"If you can join our mourning palace and your cultivation strength, our palace is willing to double cultivate with you and share the bliss of the world."

The graceful and noble middle-aged beautiful woman in the mourning palace obviously showed a trace of favor in her eyes to Wang Po.

She can feel the artistic conception of "indomitable and unbreakable" on Wang Po. If this artistic conception is against herself alone, it is estimated that she doesn't need ten guns, she will have to hate under the silver spear.

Now even if the four besieged Wang Po together, she still didn't have much hope on her side.

Even if Wang Po can be defeated, she must pay a great price. This is not what she wants to see at the moment.

It's not once or twice that all branches of the demon sect cheat each other and stab each other. If you and others lose a fight with Wang here, you don't know how other branches will calculate them.

The mourning palace is different from other demon sects. It has a small number, especially the female disciples who are proficient in the way of charm. She is the coveted object of other demon sects. She can't bear to suffer huge losses under the door. On the contrary, it is the strength of Wang Po that makes the middle-aged beautiful woman itch. If Wang Po can be absorbed into the mourning palace and become his double cultivation partner, he will certainly increase his strength in the palace.

"Ha ha... You witch don't know much about me, Wang Po."

"If my king breaks easily, how can he understand the artistic conception of breaking?"

"Today, let me tell you what is the mood of breaking. The stronger the enemy is, the stronger he is, and forge ahead... Die!"

In the sound of laughter, a particularly thick spear ran through, like lightning, with inexplicable energy.

Under the explosion of this energy, the middle-aged beautiful woman and the other three strong kings turned pale at the same time, their bodies scattered in an instant, and there was incomparable fear in everyone's eyes.

The "broken artistic conception" of Wang Po is really strong enough to be unmatched.

I just don't know how many times he can use such powerful artistic conception power

The war continues.

The war is becoming more and more fierce. The elite disciples of Xingxiang temple, who are already less than 20, have been scarred except for a few who have died in the war.

Lin Tujue was not one against two, but one against three or more. Accidentally, he was a martial artist of the eight fold demon sect in the virtual world who was secretly attacked. He broke his vitality armor with a sword behind his back and cut a huge wound.

Lin Tujue's face turned pale for a moment. After a burst of drink, he backhanded issued a sword. The fierce sword Qi of the rusty sword in his hand rushed away and disappeared into the man's heart.

When he was badly hurt, Lin Tujue, who traded his life for injury, still killed the eight heavy expert in the virtual world with one sword.

The figure stumbled back and was immediately picked up by xuanjing.

Seeing that Lin Tujue was seriously injured, xuanjing couldn't help crying. She half knelt in front of Lin Tujue and hurriedly took out cans of healing pills to heal him,

As the little princess of the astrological view, has xuanjing ever experienced such a tragic war?

Seeing that Lin Tujue, a senior brother who was a little rude but took special care of herself, was suddenly seriously injured, which naturally made her feel unbearable.

"What should I do now? I can't stop these devil cubs..."

"Elder martial brother Chen has died in the war, and elder martial brother Lin Tujue has also been seriously injured. Elder Wang Po is besieged by four powerful people in the king's territory and has no time to take care of us. Will... We really die in the heavenly Forbidden City?"

There was a whisper around, which made the atmosphere of the whole astrology more desperate.

Hearing these frustrated words, xuanjing didn't know whether to reprimand or comfort them at the moment.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered the figure who left alone at the gate of the Forbidden City, the boy who could always turn the impossible into the possible, the younger martial brother ye who solved his problems and even was willing to help him awaken the "body of the moon spirit".

Ye Feng, where are you?

Where the hell are you?

We need you

On the wound on the back of Lin Tujue, circles of black powder were emitted at this time. The surrounding skin and flesh actually began to fester. The burning pain made Lin Tujue's face white and sent out a dull cry of pain.

Obviously, the man who secretly attacked Lin Tujue smeared highly toxic on the sword.

The only remaining more than ten astrological disciples surrounded them. They waved long swords, and bursts of sword Qi appeared on their bodies. They were full of vigilant eyes, anxious and tired.

Today, they have become turtles in a jar.

Looking around at the covetous demons, the disciples of the star view gathered together, and everyone raised the heart of death.

Seeing such a desperate situation, xuanjing suddenly swallowed the decadence and powerlessness spread in her heart.

Others can despair, but they can't.

She is the daughter of the master of astrology. After Lin Tujue fell, she is the pillar of all astrology disciples. If she even loses her fighting spirit, astrology will be over.

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