Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Crackling..."

There was a click in Wang Po's clenched fist. He hated the actions of the demon sect. After waving his silver white long gun, he did not hesitate to attack Xiangyang soul old demon, Chu Haiyu and others.

Those slaughtered people are innocent people sheltered by the right way. How ferocious is the whole number of 100000?

How can he swallow this breath if he doesn't repay his bloody revenge.

"Boom..."

With an angry blow, a powerful spear pierced the sky and shot down like an electric light.

The gun mang has not reached the body, and the broken artistic conception contained in it has made Chu Haiyu and others feel cold.

At this time, although his cultivation has reached the later stage of the king's territory, he is enough to challenge the real strong king's territory. But in the face of Wang Po's attack, it still made him feel pale and powerless.

The star king is not comparable to him today.

However, Chu Haiyu is not alone

The dark black magic Trident stood in front of his chest. Chu Haiyu's whole body rose up and danced like a magic flame. The Trident flashed, and a dark shield appeared in an instant. At the same time, seven people, such as worshiping the moon behind him, also exercised their internal magic at the same time. They pinched a strange handprint with their hands and injected it into the magic shield one after another.

With the magic gas support of seven experts, Chu Haiyu flashed a complacent look on his slightly crazy smiling face. He saw that the black magic gas shield was in full bloom. Wang Po's broken sky gun awn bombarded the shield, but it only stirred up a ripple and failed to break Chu Haiyu's defense.

"Huh?"

Wang Po frowned and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

Only he knew that he had used almost eight or nine cents in his just attack. The power of this attack was enough to defeat any king in the field.

However, under the joint efforts of the other party's eight and a half steps, he actually returned without success?

It seems that this group of young demons and saints have had to let him treat them with eyes.

Duan Tianming and Purdue were also surprised. They could also clearly feel that Wang Po's thunder gun, which was enough to easily defeat a strong man in the early stage of the king's territory, was resisted by the black shield, and the fluctuation emitted from the eight magic sons and saints, the vigorous degree of Yuan force, was not different from that of ordinary newcomers to the king's territory.

Especially Chu Haiyu, the leader, even wants to win.

Once these eight powerful experts join the battlefield, the virtual realm disciples of the four orthodox sects will be very bad. Even if the elders of the king's territory can intercept the next few, even if there are only three or two left, the disciples below can't resist.

"Alas..."

Several people's eyes drifted helplessly to the bottom of the battlefield, and finally stayed on Ye Feng and Liang Jiuzhou. If there is anyone in the virtual realm disciples who can compete with these demons and saints, only Ye Feng and Liang Jiuzhou.

With the participation of these eight people, the situation that the demon sect was originally suppressed by the right way will be completely overturned. The balance of victory has completely tilted to the demon sect

"Hoo... Half a step into the king's territory."

Ye Feng, who stood upright on the battlefield, looked at the battle above, took a deep breath, then stuffed a pill to restore yuan strength into his mouth and began to slowly adjust his state.

There must be a fierce war between the two sides.

At this moment, he has begun to prepare for the next war.

In a highland hundreds of feet away from Ye Feng, Liang Jiuzhou also stood proudly. His expressionless handsome face shot a threatening look and silently stared at Chu Haiyu.

Liang Jiuzhou had a hunch that among the eight people, his opponent should be the devil of the demon yuan sect who advanced to the later half of the king's territory.

The cultivation in the later half step King's realm did not touch him much, but made him surge with a very strong sense of war in the depths of his indifferent eyes

There was a short confrontation between the positive and evil sides for a while. However, the demons and saints of the moon worship and other moon demons, the mourning palace, the soul yuan blood hall and the Xuanyin sect saw that there was no family clan team above the battlefield. Naturally, they understood what had happened.

In an instant, a violent and angry momentum broke out from them, and the sky devil gas swept everywhere like a storm.

"I'm the moon demon sect... You Ming and you Qing elders. Where are they?"

"Why can't I see my disciple?"

"And the Tianfeng palace master of my mourning palace, elder Yuexian... Is it life or death?"

"Who is it? Who killed them? We want to avenge our fellow disciples and kill all these decent martial arts..."

Baiyue looked down coldly, as if he saw a group of mole ants about to be crushed.

Her anger was incomparable.

Two strong kings and dozens of talented elites of the moon demon sect were quietly annihilated

This almost hurt the foundation of the moon demon sect.

The same is true for the three people of Xuanyin sect, mourning palace and soul yuan blood hall. The clan team was destroyed miserably, which made them a little difficult to accept.

Doesn't it mean that the plan is well planned and can completely annihilate all fighters in the right way?

What, will the war develop to this extent?

Hum

In an instant, almost everyone's eyes sparkled with hatred, and a smell of killing filled the sky.

Blood debt should be paid with blood. Only killing can make up for it.

For these four cases, the battle of the Forbidden City has been a great defeat.

No matter who wins or loses in the end, he loses two elders of the king's realm and dozens of elite disciples of the virtual realm at once, which makes the four schools fall into a very embarrassed state.

If only two kings died, they might be able to bear it. However, the death of dozens of elite disciples is the most fatal blow to the development of zongmen in the next hundred years.

Green and yellow don't pick up... If it's not good, it will be swallowed up and die by other sect forces

The fighting intention between the two sides is rising.

"Wang Po! What can you do now?"

"Even if you are strong, you will be like Mo Lin today. You can't escape a word of death... Ha ha..."

In the unbridled laughter of the Yang soul old devil, the short silence was finally completely broken.

Harsh laughter continued to ring out, but Wang Po and others chose silence, but the strong gun potential in his silver gun undoubtedly explained everything.

If you want to fight, fight!

Deep yuan force fluctuations broke out without concealment, causing the clouds just gathered on the sky to be dispersed, broken and slowly condensed.

Flowers bloom and fall, clouds rise and flow, and all overturn in one day.

This war... Will shake the world