The God of Sky & Earth

The sound of the general sounds of the mountains and the sea shook the sky, and Duanmu Xiong’s eyes were as bright and bright as the vultures. They glanced at the audience and were silent, without saying a word.

There was a arrogance and cold arrogance in the eyes, and there was a strong breath in the unprovoked momentum.

The crowd looked at the elders who were on both sides. The end of the team was the saints who supported the Great Son and the Five Sons, but they did not see today's protagonists - Yu Chi Changfeng, Xue Honglou and Liu Ruojun.

The crowd began to whisper and talked, and the eyes kept looking at the elders team and their eyes were puzzled.

"Why didn't you see the Great Son? The Five Sons did not see it!"

"Don't you see that the Holy Spirit is not in it? It's strange, is this all the time? Is there anything going on?"

Situ Liuyun and Liu Zongyuan both frowned, and the Su singer stood on the side of the towering red nose, and the eyes of the eyes swelled out.

"What is this holy mountain selling?" Holding the heart of Muyao, the silk robes danced with the wind, and Huamao Chunsong’s mouth was gently twitched, and he looked at the songs of the Soviet Union.

The short body was on the rise, and the arrogance and arrogance of the eyebrows, the screams of the Soviet Union whispered coldly: "No matter what the idea of ​​the holy mountain, as long as the child is married, if it is not a foregone conclusion, it is good to say!"

Gu Suxin’s nephew was on the big Zhang, and he was suspicious: “You said Su Yi? Is he really coming? He disappeared...”

The sword eyebrows pick one, the singer of the singer is like a sly autumn frost flying, the light is clear and cold, and the sighs: "My apprentice, how can I not know where I am going! I can come, he can come! Certainly Can come! Absolutely come!"

The corner of the mouth raised a magical enchantment, and Gu Su’s eyes clashed with fluctuations. He stayed in the same place for a while, holding Muyao’s hands and unconsciously tightening his lips.

"Since Yi Yi worships you as a teacher, you seem to have returned to twenty years ago, and it has become the master of the genius of the genius!" The lips are slightly hooked, and the smiles are stunned. The bursts of the wind and the frost are slightly shaking, and the sensation is full of tenderness. .

Su sings his eyes and stared at Duanmu Xiong in front of Shengwutang. The auricle moved slightly and did not answer.

Holy Mountain, above the peaks of the mountains.

In the middle of the sky, a white figure hung in the air, and the man was refreshed. If he was lonely and independent, his eyes were cold and cold, and he was hunting in the back. The whole person was full of inspiring mystery.

Surrounded by both hands, the pressure is pervasive, and there is a stream of light shining in the eyes between the mountains. The wind is unparalleled.

The man’s eyes were puzzled, his hands were surrounded, and his right palm rested on his chin. The direction of his eyes was in the holy martial arts, whispering in a low voice.

"The sorcerer of the Cangyun Temple is loyal, why not give it to whom the sword was given, but according to the description of the sword by others, it is like the sword that the master said! Finally found it!"

When it comes to the sword, the white man’s eyes trembled unreasonably, and the unyielding eyes burst into a sigh.

Subsequently, the man's mouth rose upwards, slowly lifting up the handsome pair of eyes, invisible with a touch of simple and elegant, the charm is elegant.

"Su Yi, I must come today! Don't let me down!"

"Hey!"

The white man locked a narrow mountain in the back of the mountain, and his feet were empty. The space inside the room left a faint space crack, the man's power was crushed, and the mountain sun flashed a tremulous golden light.

Jin Yun trembled, the ancient pressure quickly revealed a gap, and the white clothes disappeared into the void.

In front of the holy martial arts.

Duanmu Xiongtu violently coughed, and the wide and dry palms slowly smacked in front of him. The huge soul pressure crushed the world, and in the shocking eyes of everyone, a loud voice was heard.

"Today, the holy mountain is bigger than the comparison between the Great Son and the Five Sons. As a witness, you are very happy!"

As soon as the voice fell, Duanmu Xiong opened his hands, and the thick robes seemed to be rolling in the waves.

In an instant, everyone’s gaze shot at the east and west sides of the holy martial arts, and two smashing smoldering pressures came from the air.

The figure is landing, the east side of the icon is heaven, the sacred majesty, and the emptiness is filled with the golden light of horror.

The west side of the energy surge, the breath of horror, the pure pressure of the rushing rushing, the clouds between the clouds and the birds screaming in the sky, the sacred light and shadow of the heavens come from the clouds, just like the gods, and the eyes of the people everywhere .

Such awesome two energy chambers resisted, above the void, and instantly surged, Jin Leihehe.

Everyone couldn’t help but say that the creeps were stunned and they were lying on the ground, and they shouted loudly, and the sound exploded at once.

"See the big son!"

"See the five holy sons!"

The sounds on both sides are ringing the clouds, the sound is soaring, the sound waves are rushing into the sky, the clouds are spreading, and the birds are fleeing.

The two figures slowly landed, and the long wind stood in the first place on the east side, and the golden robes were in full bloom. The narrow and long eyes were in the eyes of the king of Megatron. The figure was slightly slender and kept playing with the gold in hand. The jade ring of the engraved ornament.

The wicked and beautiful face was covered with a sloppy smile, and the snow red building was seen.

On the west side, there is a snow red building, dressed in a yellow, gold-colored cloud sleeves, a bunch of black hair like a waterfall, such as the forest between the river, the double eyes like a star, the eyelashes are long, if the knife is cut, the eyebrows are like ink painting.

I didn't pay attention to the shouts of the people. In the eyes of the long and long winds, the sacred voice between the throats rolled, suppressing the heavens and the earth, causing everyone to tremble with enthusiasm and eyes.

"Snow red building, not seen for a few months, repairing for long-term is fast enough! It is my opponent!"

Xuehonglou bears his hands and stands proudly. His tall and straight figure is like a sculpture. The domineering spirit is not surging from the arrogance of the whole body. A martial art of the Eighth Emperor is like a mad dragon out of the mountain and proud of the heavens and the earth.

"I didn't regard you as an opponent! The position of the Holy Emperor, the thing in my bag!" Xue Honglou said indifferently, but there is an unspeakable domineering and arrogant!

Too crazy! The snow red building has no object, and the long wind is lost on the machine front!

"you!"

On the face of the long-lasting wind and evil spirits, the scorpion rushed out of the killing, and was pressed by the elders of the sacred fire.

The strong man who was present found that the Xuehong Building had been repaired by the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty and had not been seen for several months.

Such amazing progress can only be achieved by a enchanting genius like Xue Honglou.

"At the time of the last Tianfeng qualifying war, the Xuehong Building was only fourfold! Now the Yuan Dynasty is eightfold! It is a genius, a genius!"

"The lateness of the wind has also risen a lot. The thirty-five-year-old Yuanhuang is nine-fold, and it is also the same as the ancient and the sacred, the holy mountain is strong! The future will be great!"

"Don't forget, Snow Red House is not worthy of the Grace of the Holy Mountain. He can go to today and rely on his own groping. Even the Holy One has not taught him!"

"What! It's purely on your own? If you are less than 30 years old, you will be the Emperor's Eight Emperor? What a talent!"