The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

It's not any of the four experts in Beilan country!

Tang Qing was frightened in an instant -- when did Beilan Kingdom become the fifth top expert of Zifu period? Or a young man who may be less than 20 years old?!

"Click"

Tang Qing's heavy sword, across the top of his head, resisted the thunder like a golden python.

What he didn't expect was that there was a crack in the heavy knife!

How powerful is the thunder and lightning attracted by this young man?

You know, my heavy sword is made of five hundred years of black iron. I've been fighting with myself for half of my life. I've never lost to any weapon in terms of hardness.

According to the level of the spirit weapon, his heavy sword can be counted as the third grade of the sun wheel.

In the whole Beilan Kingdom, the three old monsters in Zifu period only have the third grade stars and the third grade moon shadow. They are not as good as their own!

With a roar of anger, Tang Qing did not dare to underestimate the enemy any more. In an instant, he turned the chaotic body technique handed down from generation to generation by the Tang family to the extreme. His extremely strong arms were tangled with muscles, and his armor was about to be broken by the muscles.

The strength of the arms has also been tripled.

He held the arms of the knife and pushed it up, as if with a strong body and a body of brute force, he had a hard bar with Mo Yan's five elements God thunder!

"Fool."

Mo Yan's voice is as cold as ice.

One hand sword dance, the other hand pinch Jue.

The thunder that bombarded Tang Qing suddenly changed from one to three.

The three golden Python thunder with the thick and thin mouth of the bowl, open their mouths, attack the sword body of Epee, the throat of Tang Qing, and the heart of Tang Qing in three different directions.

Thunder, golden Python bite.

"Bang"

There was a piercing sound of metal breaking.

Tang Qing didn't leave the Epee with him. From the center, he was bitten by the golden python, which was transformed by the golden God thunder, and became two pieces. One meter fell on the ground, and another meter was connected with the hilt, which was still in Tang Qing's hands. The tiger's mouth had been cracked.

"No"

Tang Qing saw love knife broken, canthus, eyes red, issued a painful roar, "you dare to break my knife? Arrogant little generation! If I don't kill you today, I will swear not to be a man! "

The roar resounded through the wilderness.

The heart is bleeding.

Mo Yan stands up with a sword. He is dressed in black and has no wind. His crimson tunic and wide sleeves are as fierce as hell's fire. He exudes the breath of death, just like evil.

In his opinion, Tang Qing's threat and oath are just a joke.

A sneer of indifference.

In the hands of the blue sword burning Xi, a volley.

It's such a simple sword. It doesn't have any gorgeous moves, but it seems to have reached the realm of returning to nature. The sword is overflowing, and the sword is like rain.

The endless sword intention and murderous spirit interweave into an inescapable net.

The dazzling blue sword Qi is impenetrable.

When Tang Qing came to realize it, he found that the sword had come from the air raid, and the position was close to his neck.

As long as it's hit.

His head is about to split up.

Tang Qing's face was pale, and he was at a loss for a moment.

yes!

fear!

Tang Qing, a great general of Yipin, can't be scared by thousands of troops and horses, and the attack of beasts can't make his master of Tang family feel scared. Even the duel with the first master of Beilan Kingdom, at most, only made him feel suppressed, not scared.

But it was this young man's simple sword that really made him tremble!