Supreme Emperor of Swords

“Chopping Sun City is the Sect sheltered by my Extinguishing Sword Sect, and the Savoring Blood Summit kills the Chopping Sun City disciple. If there is a mistake, I will provoke my Extinguishing Sword Sect. It is also their death.” Gu Xing’er a pin against an awl Laughingly: “Li Juesha, you are now rolling your tail and rolling it to me. This time I haven’t happened anything.”

“Looking for death!” In the demon cloud, the figure of Demon God common was furious: “You have a little peak Martial King nothing more, how dare you put it in front of me? How about Extinguishing Sword Sect? Today I am jealous of you, He Bai Quanshui can help me?”

The voice fell.

A tens of meters long black monster qi lightsaber, instantly smashed from the boundless black enchanted cloud, the carrier destroys the heaven and earth common terrifying breath.

Gu Xing’er with a sneer, standing quietly on the steps, without any movement.

……

“Hey, this Gu Xing’er is really the momentum of my Human Race. It’s not a bad thing.” In the crowd, a white and advertised Fatty suddenly made a sound, no one else.

“But I don’t know if she can block this Monster Sovereign called Li Juesha.” Someone next to him subconsciously took a sentence.

Hundreds of Human Race Martial Artists are extremely nervous at this time.

“Even if she can’t resist, her Master-uncle must be able to withstand it. Seeing her so powerful, his Master-uncle will be very powerful, rest assured.” Fatty smiled.

“Turn off her Master-uncle, this time, if her Master [Extinguishing Sword Demon] Bai Quanshui is here, maybe it can turn the tide.” A Human Race Martial Artist who knows some Gu Xing’er identity background is nervous.

Fatty suddenly blows his beard and blinks: “Who said that it is not her Master-uncle? I think her master-uncle is amazing, Bai Quanshui guy, what?”

This sentence came out, which caught the attention of several Human Race Martial Artists around him.

Throughout the Northern Region, there are only a handful of people who dare to say that [Extinguishing Sword Demon] Bai Quanshui is nothing. This Fatty is so loud.

And when this tension is breathtaking, this Fatty doesn’t seem to be nervous at all.

A little weird.

Someone hesitated and asked: “Who are you in the end?”

Fatty bounced the dust on the green robe and smashed the black thick long hair behind his head, posing a cool gesture. “I am the Master-uncle of Gu Xing’er, haha!”

what?

The people around are a glimpse.

Gu Xing’er’s Master-uncle?

Gu Xing’er was born in the Northern Region First Sword Road Sect Extinguishing Sword Sect, and the Honored Master is the Young Sect Leader Bai Quanshui of Extinguishing Sword Sect. This Fatty claims to be Gu Xing’er Master-uncle, then he Isn’t Extinguishing Sword Sect and Bai Quanshui an expert of a generation?

“You…the seniors are from Extinguishing Sword Sect?” The Martial Artists around are both surprised and happy.

Fatty shook his head with a smile.

“You… could it be that you guy is joking? When is this all the time, do you still have this thought? Really… push away.” An elderly Human Race Martial Artist is a bit angry, it is bad. Did not say a ‘roll’ word.

People who are not Extinguishing Sword Sect, how could it be Gu Xing’er Master-uncle.

If Fatty is not a mental illness, it is a swindler.

“You guys who are ignorant and inexperienced, who say that they are not Extinguishing Sword Sect, can’t be Gu Xing’er’s Master-uncle, I am…” Fatty is very unscrupulous.

The voice has not fallen.

Monster Sovereign, the Demon God common in the sky, has made a move to Gu Xing’er.

Looking at Gu Xing’er standing still and not flashing, Fatty muttered, and the figure flashed and disappeared into the crowd.

A few of the Human Race Martial Artists next to him only felt that the flowers were gone and people were gone.

The next moment –

“Mom, a little gray big dog, dare to arrogant in front of father.”

A big thorn sounded in everyone’s ear. Everyone felt that there was a flower in front of him. On the step, Gu Xing’er, suddenly there was a white and confession of Fatty, a fat shuaa~ shivering. Like a meat mountain.

No one has waited for someone to react, just look at this Fatty and raise his hand.

A resplendent’s sword light skyrocketed.

This sword light is only one meter long, but resplendent is as glaring as Vast Sun, and it instantly illuminates the surrounding space.

In the sky The hundreds of meters of huge black monster qi light sword that was stabbed down was instantly destroyed, such as wheat straw encountered the iron vertecom common.

call out!

The sound of sword cry shook the world.

I saw that resplendend sword light remaining power is not bad, skyrocketing, the cloud of black monster qi of the entire sky, the evaporation is clean in an instant, Mirror Lake once again reveals a bright blue sky, white clouds, between Heaven and Earth restored Light again, as if the previous demon cloud never had a common night.

This is still not the end.

The resplendent sword light, the electro-optical stone fire penetrated the Monster Sovereign in the sky and the body of several Monster Kings around him, and then rotated the breast swallowing common, a dive on the steps of the Inviting Cup Building White Fatty’s hands.

The whole process happened too fast.

Between Heaven and Earth is dead.

Peng~ peng~ peng~ !

In the sky Several bodies of the Monster Race powerhouse, which were pierced by the body, smashed and turned into a plasma white bone.

“Master-uncle.”

Gu Xing’er turned and gave a tribute to Fatty.

Fatty nodded with a smile, then there were a few Human Race Martial Artists who were standing next to the owner, and they looked at me and didn’t deceive.

Those Human Race Martial Artists are all awkward.

This…this…this dead Fatty is really [Fatal Black Rose] Gu Xing’er Master-uncle?

But he said that the owner is not the person who is Extinguishing Sword Sect?

In the end What happened?

What makes them even more unacceptable is that this Fatty is surprisingly high-powered, but it does not have the slightest predecessor’s style of experience. The smiley expression always has a bit of awkward taste, and the smug look is fundamental. It’s like a dead Fatty that eats and eats.

Who is this person, in the end?

at this time–

“Song Que, you kill me again [Monster God Palace]’s discipline, could it be that you Cyan Cloud Sect want to fight with me [Monster God Palace]?”

An angry roaring voice, from the distance of the Monster God Palace station.

Then the stations of the major Monster Race super forces around Mirror Lake were all powerful and terrifying. The next moment, the sounds of dozens of arrogant Monster Race powerhouses appeared in the sky, overlooking the bottom. .

“What’s so great when standing tall?” Song Que rolled his eyes and swept the Monster Race giants in the sky, and he didn’t look at it.

At this time, people around the Inviting Cup Building finally realized that this seemingly fluent, white and confessed Fatty, turned out to be the second-generation Wicked Big Devil Song Que of the Northern Region Human Race.

Song Que, Northern Region Human Race first big sect Cyan Cloud Sect The youngest generation of the most dazzling Talent, Talent is outstanding and powerful. There are eleven worshipping brothers around, all of them are Cyan Cloud Sect disciple, and they are all unique Talent characters. Known as Cyan Cloud Twelve Elegants, Song Que was the future hope of the Northern Region Human Race and the pillar of Martial Dao before the rise of Blade Crazy Sword Foolish Ding Hao.

Over the years, under the arrangement of Sect elders, Song Que has been taking over Cyan Cloud Sect, accepting learning through experience, and being more and more famous. It has become a trend of becoming a Northern Region Human Race New Generation first person.

However, unlike many aloof and remote, the sleek young expert, Song Que is a big fatty, and he is a big fatty, and he does things in an eclectic manner. He often makes some deviant and incredible things to do. Enemies and opponents will be tortured to collapse, so they are secretly called Big Devil, Wicked Song.

The month is not round, the Song is lacking, and the lack of it is the lack of Wicked.

This is many a poem that was sent to Song Que behind the person.

Wherever Wicked’s Fatty goes, whether it’s Human Race or Monster Race, it’s going to be a chicken, but all the people he can’t understand, the end is very miserable – the good news is, though I often make some shocking things, but Song Que is abhorrent and never evil.

To some extent, this Wicked Fatty is still very popular with the middle and low level Human Race forces.

There are even many young Human Race Martial Artists who regard this Wicked Fatty as an idol of own.

Only this Fatty has always been Sees The Head Of The Divine Dragon But Not The Tail, and few people can see him with his own eyes.

But don’t want to be today, Song Que actually appeared here.

More than a hundred of the besieged Human Race Martial Artist screamed wildly after a brief stunned expression.

Song Que This level of presence is the true pillar level Martial Artist of the Northern Region Human Race. It is the representative of the Human Race super. Since this Wicked Fatty chose to stand at this time, it killed the Monster Race powerhouse by Thunder. Doesn’t it mean that the Top Grade power of the Northern Region Human Race is finally getting tough on Monster Race?

With so many days of grievances and patience, countless Human Race Martial Artists hope that the top Grade of the race can stand up and prop up the waist of Human Race.

“Song Que, why do you make trouble here, can it be that you Human Race don’t want to talk, want to fight?”

In the sky, dozens of Monster Race powerhouses are shrouded in the flames of the monster qi, and the power of the atmosphere is like the sea, so heart-rending, at least in the high-grade Martial Sovereign realm, one of them asked loudly. .

“And peace talks? And talk about a hammer, are you fucking to peace talks? Occupy my Human Race industry, kill me at Human Race Martial Artist, aloof and remote, put on an idiot-like face, when father is a fool Ah.” Song Que grinned disdainfully.

“You…” The Monster Race powerhouse was mad at the eyebrows.

“What do I have? I have to plant one.” Wicked Fatty simply is not afraid of boiling water.

“How do you explain this today? Even killing the Savoring Blood Summit and the Monster God Palace’s Expert, could it be that you don’t give a statement? Or do you really think that my Monster Race is not going to fight?” Another Monster Race is powerful Asked coldly.