Supreme Emperor of Swords

The voice has not fallen.

“Is it?” Ding Hao sneered, his fists suddenly working.

“What?” Yuan Tiangong complexion changed dramatically.

Because a terrible force that made him feel the tremor, like a flood, bursting out from the fist of theopent, it instantly shocked his wrist and numb, the five fingers unconsciously opened, and could not hold Ding Hao’s fist again. .

Peng~!

The next moment, the muffled sound of the fist collision ** came out.

Yuan Tiangong only felt that his head was hit by a hammer, and he could hear the crack of the broken bone on his ear. A small golden star flew in front of his eyes, and the scenery in the line of sight became blurred.

Then, in his sight, he saw the blood of the splash.

He involuntarily flew out.

Seeing this scene in the eyes of the Cyan Garment East Institute’s disciplines, it is exciting to see the scene of incomparable deflation –

Ding Hao Senior Brother’s fist, with the momentum of breaking the army, easily opened the palm of Yuan Tiangong, squatting on the most arrogant face, and then the half of the arrogant face and the fist touched , Beginning slowly deformed like a rotten tomato hit by a hammer, the skin shook the ripples visible to the naked eye, watery blood spewed out of the mouth, and the other half of the face, the arrogant look solidified, gradually became a horror !

鈥淎h鈥 鈥uff! 鈥

In the screams, Yuan Tiangong was like a pile of wood hit by a siege hammer, and was directly bombarded by a group of people.

At the same time, at the same time –

“Ah…”

“you……”

“puff……”

The three screams almost sounded at the same time.

The black-eyed boy Wang Yong and his two companions, despite their all one’s strength, but their bloodline power, has not yet been stimulated, the strength is common, under Li Lan’s “Jade Beauty Palm Technique”, almost one stroke Without support, they all settled on the ground, complexion pale, screaming.

The silence of a dead common around.

Just a face-to-face, Ding Hao and Li Lan actually solved their respective opponent? !

Although Ding Hao and Li Lan are both the pride of Cyan Garment East Institute and the first time to fight side by side, but to know that it is aloof and remote Lineage Bloodline disciple, actually so vulnerable, these four guys will not be Pretending!

“Oh oh, invincible!”

“Haha, this is the so-called Lineage Bloodline Martial Warrior?”

“it’s so funny!”

All East Institute’s disciplines were silent for a moment, and the reaction came over and they all jumped excitedly, cheering excitedly.

It’s too deflated!

What shit bloodline Martial Warrior, arrogant, but in front of Senior Brother Ding and Senior Brother Li, it is not so beaten like a dog!

At this time, suddenly, opposite –

“Ding Hao !!!!!”

An angry roar of a brutal beast common suddenly sounded.

Yuan Tiangong, who had swollen half of the face, became a peach with a broken peach. He stood up holding the stone table slowly. The anger in his eyes seemed to be sprayed out as a flame, a handsome face, because of injuries and anger. It became very incomparable, like a Monster Beast.

“You are dead! I am going to kill you, I must have slaughtered your low-lying chop!”

Yuan Tiangong’s trembled trembling, a touch of red dense mist, from his body, slowly diffused.

This red dense mist is not blood.

But gas!

Red’s foundation qi!

Almost in an instant, the half of the smashed face recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The red and swollen flesh returned to normal white, and the blood at the corner of the mouth disappeared, as if it had not been punched at all, even the whole The momentum of people has skyrocketed!

A mysterious force, in his body, has completely changed from a crouch to an outbreak.

The flame of red is like a ripple common with his body as the center, spreading little by little in all directions.

Yuan Tiangong’s long gown, no wind and drum, hunting and sizzling, the hair is flying up.

This is ……the power of bloodline?

terrible!

“Low-pitched ants, this is my real strength, you anger me, I want you to die!” Yuan Tiangong’s eyes, covered by blood red, he slowly extended his hands, holding a pair of waist Unusual-shaped curved blade , slowly pulled out.

The two silvers of the common moon are practiced and instantly imprinted into the eyes of everyone.

Gloomy suffocating, emanating from the curved blade of the meniscus common.

These two curved blades are obviously not ordinary grades.

The expression of everyone under this time solidified, and the look suddenly changed from joy to dignity!

Everyone is a Martial Artist, and it feels like this. At the moment, Yuan Tiangong has more than tripled its power, as if it was a person who changed instantly, the compelling momentum came on the way, let most Cyan Garment East Institute The disciples have a sense of oppression that can’t be breathed, and even the fighting spirit can’t be lifted.

Is this the power of bloodline Martial Warrior?

Is there really an insurmountable gap between the ordinary person and these heavenly darlings?

The brilliance in the eyes of some people has become bleak.

“ha ha ha, you are finished, Yuan Tiangong Senior Brother, the day before yesterday has inspired bloodline power, he is B Rank top-grade “Cloudy Evil Flame Blood” bloodline Rank, although only awakened one-twentieth, But it is definitely not something that you guys can resist!”

Wang Yong three people got up and stood behind Yuan Tiangong, provocatively swearing.

“Especially Ding Hao, and what kind of blue, actually dare to make us a noble bloodline Martial Warrior make a move, you are dead!”

“I want to sue Inner Sect Elder and let Sect take out the two things you don’t know about life and death, haha!”

The outbreak of Yuan Tiangong bloodline power, the three guys who were played by Li Lan like dogs, re-arrogant and despotic, they consciously innate noble, do not put the ordinary discipline at all.

“Everyone will retreat!”

Ding Hao sighed, his right hand caught in the air, half sparkling and crystal-clear semi-rusted rusty sword, flashing from the Storage Ring in the palm of his hand.

His expression became serious.

“What about the explosion of bloodline power? Or, let us know today, I can beat you once and you can beat you ten times a thousand times!”

Long sword slanted to the ground, Ding Hao no fear.

The black long hair flutters like a waterfall. In the air, a white pretty snowflake of sparkling and crystal-clear condenses silently around the body like a white spirit common dance. White silver cream spreads under his feet.

He is like this, with no signs of weakness, step by step approaching Yuan Tiangong.

Everyone held their breath nervously.

Ordinary discipline, can you really challenge the bloodline Martial Warrior?

Bloodline Martial Artist Invincible myth, can it be broken?

Li Lan figure moved a little, but stopped. His white palms, a layer of suet jade-like luster, stood quietly behind Ding Hao, apparently preparing for just in case Ding Hao. I want to make a move support.

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Thanks to 37 for the night, the front without the right, the big knife, for you, the seven peaches in July.

Seeking to collect red tickets.