Super Sneering System

Wang Xiaojian killed five core high-level pure Yang gate, so that points and experience soared.

Joe's level, is to continue to upgrade two levels, reached the point of two-star demon king.

Looking at Wang Xiaojian Silver Snake sword, dripping blood.

At the foot of the mountain, on the plain, there was no sound.

All of them were shocked to see Wang Xiaojian's back.

Some people, Nan Nan repeated, Wang Xiaojian just read the poem.

Even the uneducated warrior can hear that this poem is extraordinary.

And he, in the battle, read it out.

Don't stop drinking.

Obviously, he was fighting and killing, but it was full of artistic conception.

In a row of eyes, looking at Wang Xiaojian.

Holding the silver snake sword, Wang Xiaojian looked at Han Hao, the third young master of the golden carving gate. Then, his eyes swept over and fell on Qiu Shengjie.

Qiu Shengjie looks gloomy. Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaojian still has such ability.

This is a true combination of literature and martial arts.

Compared with him, all the Tianjiao of the golden carving gate are weak.

Even, in Qiu Shengjie's eyes, the talent of the people in front of him surpassed all the famous poets in the Moro kingdom.

Even if you look at the history of Tianxia, there are few poems that can be compared with those of Wang Xiaojian!

Unprecedented, unprecedented.

It's a real genius.

However, compared with Wang Xiaojian's poetry and killing people, Qiu Shengjie is more puzzled about how Wang Xiaojian resists the fatal blow.

Obviously, he was hit by the most powerful attack of the six kings of Wu, and he was unhurt.

Shaking in his heart, he opened his mouth to Wang Xiaojian and said, "Wang Xiaojian, how did you do it?! Why didn't you get hurt? "

Holding the silver snake sword in his hand, Wang Xiaojian walked slowly to Qiu Shengjie. On Jun's face, he said with a sneer: "you don't have the right to know. All you know is that you are going to die. "

As soon as Qiu Shengjie's face changed, he held the emperor's Xuan sword in his hand, and began to drink angrily at Wang Xiaojian. "Wang Xiaojian, don't be arrogant. Although your swordsmanship is powerful, it's not enough to kill the elder. It can't kill me

"Really?"

Looking at Qiu Shengjie's self righteous appearance, Wang Xiaojian smiles contemptuously and says, "what about this move?"

"What's the trick?"

Qiu Chang's old body is shocked. Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaojian has some tricks.

He had a bad feeling in his heart. Then, he saw the corner of Wang Xiaojian's mouth and made a smile.

A cold piercing smile.

Like death's smile.

"Green lotus -- sword song!"

Hum!

Facing Qiu Shengjie, Wang Xiaojian flicked his sword and sent out a quiet trembling sound.

Then, the sound of the sword turned into a melodious song.

Singing, sometimes loud and clear, but quiet.

Beautiful, just like the immortal sound in the sky.

When the singing started, everyone in the plain was attracted.

In my mind, I saw a beautiful scene -

among the bamboo groves in fairyland, a sword fairy in white robe was singing and practicing sword.

He was haunted by immortality, agile and unrestrained.

Every time he stabbed out a sword, he condensed a bright sword spirit and penetrated the sky.

Each sword Qi condenses, and the song will fly along with it.

With the sound of the sword, it reverberates everywhere.

In a moment, when the singing reached its climax, the bright sword spirit turned into the Milky way above the nine days and fell from the sky.

A long song, a sword, the end of the world.

Sword of the river, from heaven!

The sound of the sword becomes a melodious song.

With endless opportunities to kill, pour into the world.

Qiu Shengjie, the four elders of the golden carving gate, was in the square. In everyone's surprised eyes, Wang Xiaojian's body was integrated with the sword spirit from the sky.

Then it turned into the awn that destroyed the world.

Brush, brush, brush!

The crisscross sword spirit is invincible.

From Qiu Shengjie's body, crisscross.

Qiu Shengjie's body was instantly cut by sword Qi.

White Hu partition, clothes broken.

Hand and foot tendons, cut.

His impregnable inner armor was torn open by the sword spirit, and his body constantly appeared with wounds, dripping with blood.

Ah ah ~

Qiu Shengjie opened his mouth and uttered a shrill and frightened scream.

However, no matter how miserable it was, the sword spirit of Qinglian's sword song could not be stopped. Around his body, the sword spirit was interwoven into a space of death.

In the howl of pain, Qiu Shengjie holds the body of emperor xuanjian and keeps bleeding.

Then, the bright sword spirit, turned into an infinite sword, passed Qiu Shengjie's neck.

Through the air, become the eternal awn.Brush!

The body of Wang Xiaojian holding the sword is condensed behind Qiu Shengjie.

Qiu Shengjie's body is rigid and stands in place.

His eyes were wide open, his whole body was bleeding, he was holding the golden Emperor Xuan sword, and his face was extremely frightened.

When the sword Qi dissipates.

In a trance, he saw the immortal.

But it is not the sword immortal, but the immortal of the dead.

It came from hell and grabbed his body to drag his soul into hell.

"No!"

In a series of startled eyes, Qiu Shengjie sent out a roar of fear.

But the sound has just spread.

All over his body, he was covered with blood.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ~

heart, arm, thigh, chest, abdomen

As the blood mist burst, his vitality quickly faded.

Then, his neck burst, his head flew up, blood like a fountain.

Qiu Shengjie's head, flying high.

In the fear consciousness, completely into the dark moment, Qiu Shengjie saw his headless body, slowly fell to the ground.

Blood is all over the floor!

Bang!

I'm so busy!

Qiu Shengjie's head fell on the grassland and rolled a long way before it stopped.

Where he passed, there was red blood.

He died, but he didn't close his eyes.

The head rolled down on the ground, still with ferocious eyes.

At the foot of the mountain, on the plain.

The martial arts crowd.

The strong one and disciple of Lingjian sect.

A disciple of Chunyang sect.

Everyone looked at it all, breathing so fast that their hearts almost stopped beating.

They opened their eyes and looked at Qiu Shengjie.

These are the four elders of the golden carving gate and the strong one of the Nine Star King Wu.

His hand is enough to destroy a mountain.

For them, it's an immortal existence.

But was killed by Wang Xiaojian?

The corpse separates, the dead can't die again, miserable!

People at the foot of the mountain, shocked to see all this.

But then there was cheering.

The strong men of Chunyang sect, as well as their disciples, were as pale as death, their bodies softened and fell to the ground.

They are not dead yet.

But at this moment, their faith was destroyed.

The fighting spirit is exhausted!

The rest of the surviving elders of Chunyang gate were as dead as ashes.

Let the strong men of the spirit sword clan put the sword on their necks.

The high-level of Chunyang gate, from the head of the gate, the deputy head of the gate, the administrative elder, to the head of the hall, all died.

The Chunyang gate is in name only, and the Nine Star King Wu of jindiao gate, their backer, is also dead.

They don't have the point of fighting again.

All hopes were shattered.

My heart sank into the abyss.

The disciples of lingjianzong looked at Wang Xiaojian with a kind of shocking eyes.

Even though, they knew that Wang Xiaojian was extraordinary.

Li Bai, the general of Zhenguo, is invincible.

However, looking at Wang Xiaojian, who was supposed to be killed, he killed five high-level officials of Chunyang gate, and finally killed nine Star King Wu.

Their hearts are still strongly shocked.

In shock at the same time, their hearts are hot.

Because, this is Wang Xiaojian and Li Bai!

He is also the uncle of their spirit sword clan.

It's their pride!