The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

On Jiyu peak, the end of the extremely difficult war, the ink Lord died, the spirit dissipated, and his blood and bones scattered all over the sky.

The scattered scarlet, the red stained peaks, and the eye full of scars, proclaim the tragedy of the first World War.

Phoenix, who took the last move, suffered a heavy blow and was stained with blood.

The devil comes forward, and the palms gather to heal him.

Not far away, the color of hesitation flashed several times in the depths of chaotic eyes. However, the reason in the heart finally defeated the greed of nature and did not dare to move.

After a while, the devil stopped and looked at the chaos. His cold eyes didn't cover up the chance of killing. Sooner or later, this fierce beast will become a disaster.

"Keep it alive, it's still useful"

at this moment, Feng Shen opened her eyes and said.

"What's the use?" The demon body looks back and says in a cold voice.

"Yin'er's cultivation is shallow and needs protection. Although aman's strength is not weak, he doesn't like to kill after all. Maybe he will suffer from it," Feng Shen says calmly.

The devil was silent. After a moment, he nodded.

"You look at it, I'll get some things"

Feng Shen Shen Shi swept the whole Mo mountain and immediately walked towards the depth of Jiyu peak.

The collapse of the famous peak of momen is full of scars, and no place is intact. Feng's body shakes away the huge stone in front of her eyes and walks into the secret place destroyed by the war.

In the secret place, a big medicine has been destroyed. None of it is intact. Feng's body passes by without stopping for a moment.

Deep in the secret place, stone gates blocked one by one, seven were destroyed, and the contents were destroyed by the aftermath of the war.

Of the remaining two, one is relatively intact. However, the stone gate is cracked everywhere. It is obvious that it has reached the limit of bearing.

As for the last one, it was still intact after the terrible war.

Feng body wave hand, green Ding appear, immediately directly toward the stone gate hit.

The next moment, Jiyu peak, the rumbling sound of vibration sounded, continued for more than ten breath, just stopped.

In the eighth stone gate, there are thousands of original fairy jade like a hill, among which Mohist has accumulated for many years.

When you reach perfection, the aura of heaven and earth is not enough to meet the needs of cultivation. Only with enough fairy jade can you practice faster.

After a moment, the shape of the Phoenix becomes apparent, the flame rises, and a strong suction comes out, swallowing all the Xianyu.

Take Xianyu, Phoenix body step to the ninth stone gate, carrying green Ding directly hit up.

With a roar, the mountains and rocks vibrate. However, the firmness of the stone gate is beyond imagination, and it is still intact when it goes down.

Phoenix body vision does not see change, carrying green Ding, again and again hit in the past.

Rumbling drama earthquake, one after another, I do not know how long, the surrounding collapse of the mountains, rocks continue to fall, dust scattered all over the sky.

In the distance, the devil looked at the direction of the vibration, a pair of cold eyes without fluctuation, waiting quietly.

Next to him, the chaotic atmosphere did not dare to stand on one side, his head lowered to cover the brilliance of his eyes.

On the Jiyu peak, the night is gradually passing, and a touch of white fish belly appears in the East. Under the light of the dawn, the cold darkness is dispelled.

Deep in the secret, the stone gate, which had been smashed for some time, was finally hard to bear the heavy load. Cracks appeared and broke.

In the eye, a stone platform stands in the secret room. On the stone platform, a page of paper made of black divine gold rises and falls, and the rays flow. It looks very extraordinary.

Phoenix body step forward, looking at the text on god gold, eyes slightly squint.

Yin Yang magic!

Wave to take the god gold, the Phoenix body finally swept one eye of the chamber of secrets, immediately turned to leave.

Shenjin is taken away. In the chamber of secrets, the glow dissipates. After repeated destruction, the secret place of mohmen is finally hard to support. It collapses and buries thousands of years of glory.

On the Jiyu peak, Feng Shen came, looked at the devil and said calmly, "go away"

"en"

the devil nodded, turned his hand over the chaos not far away, and walked away.

……

At the end of the jiyufeng war, the Taichu forbidden area, the battle of Wang Jian and Shenhun are also at the most critical moment. The power of the underworld is amazing, and Wang Jian is an outstanding sword battle that has not been settled in ancient times. Today, the battle of the peak will start again.

The temple of the underworld's Zun Ling Lizhen is a place where the past and the present can be seen. With its unique foundation and rare magic weapons, its moves are all destructive, and the laws of heaven and earth are hard to inherit, so it quickly collapses.

However, the king's sword is fearless. The double swords are swift as thunder, swift as wind, plundering like fire, and powerful as mountains. They surpass the sword of the top of the world and fight hard against the respect of the hell hall.

The unparalleled war can't stand side by side. The more shocking the Vietnam War is, the more attention of countless strong people is attracted.

Thousands of miles away, a powerful breath is revealed, standing Jue peak, flying sword in the void, and watching the war of the world.

In front of the hall of the underworld, the wind and sand are rolling wildly, and the battle between the two powers is becoming more and more intense. The continuous spatter of blood is a distinctive mark of the two men's selfless and heroic battle.

"Stabbing"

there was a piercing tearing sound of clothes and silk, and the left shoulder shirt of Mo Luotian split, almost a millionth, and the sword light crossed his body."The strong man"

after a long battle, the God of Moruo was in a deep state, the God of Doomsday in his hand was faint, the spirit of doomsday was surging, and the Great Yuan was rising rapidly. Suddenly, the sky was pressing down, and the thunder was falling.

In an instant, the black thunder light is vertical and horizontal, and the great power spreads to destroy the world in all directions.

The king fixed his eyes and waved his left hand. The sand sword flew out and circled around to block the thunder.

Suddenly, the thunder broke through the sand barrier, the light of the knife passed, and a splash of blood splashed over the dust.

When he was injured for the first time, the king stepped back and held the right hand of the sword.

It's hard to grasp the green sword, and the war situation turns suddenly. When the sword is lost, how dare you call it the peak.

"Now, brave swordsman, you can still have some strength"

looking at the blood on the former's right arm, Mo Luotian said coldly.

King speechless, eyes look to the right arm, eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

At this moment, thousands of miles away, all the strong men who watched the battle also flashed. It seems that the battle was won by the devil.

"Regretful swordsman"

a man in purple sighs and looks regretful. For hundreds of years, the reason why no one can shake the underworld hall is that there is no one who can rival the existence of the magic God. The appearance of this swordsman undoubtedly gives them hope. Unexpectedly, they will be defeated in the end.

"Magic Luo day is really the strongest," a man wearing a crown said, light way.

"A hundred years ago, the young master abandoned the battle in Xiaobai's battle, and the myth of the invincibility of the devil was continued. If he comes out again today, I'm afraid he's really invincible in the world." another big cult giant with the highest reality says.

The others heard the speech and kept silent. Young master Xiaobai and others remembered the name.

When the people talked, before the war started again, the master of the hell hall, who had been plundering himself, had a heavy Ming Feng in his hand. The cruelty of victory over life and defeat over death has always been the same.

With a thumping sound, the red sword shakes the spirit and faints. The king's left arm is overflowing with blood and dyed red and blue.

"Is this the true realm?"

Prince Yan said softly, a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes, the long lost feeling of injury, miss ah.

A word fell, the void suddenly stagnated, the wind and cloud changed suddenly, countless thunder light fell out of thin air, Xuancang was afraid, and the heaven and earth rocked sharply.

The devil Luo day sees this, the body quickly retreats, the face dew is shocked.

But at this moment, a powerful force around the king's body broke away, the sword was flying into the sky, the ink was shining brightly, and a black magic soldier was born.

The whirling sword sweeps and shakes like the collapse of the earth. The seal sword of the rebirth of the community reappears in the world. At the moment when the sword comes out, the community of the king who is granted returns quickly.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time"

green and red come back to the scabbard, the king holds the sword, and his figure disappears instantly.

As soon as Moruo's eyes shrank, he waved his sword to resist. At the moment of the handover of the two soldiers, he felt the breath stagnated. The spirit of doomsday was faint, and the breath was quickly weakened.

Unexpected changes, sword across the arm, a waterfall of blood in full bloom, red world.

Murmur, Mo Luotian retreats a few steps and looks down at the left arm of Fei's hand.

"Are you looking down on morlotian?"

The master of the hell Hall said coldly that he had just made a sword. He could cut it on his right arm, but the man in front of him changed the direction of the sword temporarily.

"If you lose that magic weapon, this battle will be too boring. Come again"

Prince Yan said faintly. Once he stepped on his feet, he suddenly stepped on his body again. The yuan was shining and ten sides were forbidden.

When the war starts again, the superiority of the supreme weapon of the hell hall is no longer there. In the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the moves are restricted, and the first one is clumsy.

Thumping and shaking, Ning yuan God fainted. At the moment of collision, the wind and sand all over the sky turned the sword, breaking open the dark Qi and bringing out a dazzling blood light.

For the king who has all the skills, the sword is in his hand. His body is like a roaring wind and thunder. The light of the sword passes by, and the world around him turns into nothingness.

The sword, which has never stopped for a moment, is so fast that people are shocked. While the sword is dancing, the wind and sand are flying all over the sky, changing into shapes, scattered shapes and unpredictable.

The strongest king, the strongest double swords, the first full shot, powerful shock.

However, the advantage has been lost and the war situation has completely collapsed.

Unwilling to be constrained by this situation, the devil takes a sword, collects yuan's Qi, and cuts the sky with the Ming Feng.

The sword light penetrating into the sky creates the world, cuts away the darkness, and is terrifying.

"Slow down"

the light of the sword fell for a moment, and Ning yuan came first. The hand holding the sword was full of blood, the country changed hands, and the war ended.

The Ming Feng, whose landing is sonorous, is the thrill of the end of Xiaoxiong. The myth of invincibility ends today.

"It's a pity"

when the yuan was still in the scabbard, the king waved away the flying sand, sighed and turned away.

Magic Luo Tian's expression is stunned, hard to recover, don't understand where he lost.

In the distance, all the giants who watched the battle also showed their shock. The unexpected ending, at the moment of falling, was so ironic.

Defeated, so defeated. The myth of the invincibility of the spirit empty star field is in the hands of a swordsman who doesn't even know his identity."In ten years, don't let me hear any more news about the temple of the underworld"

before the temple of the underworld, the king of Qingyi took up his sword stand, gave a light warning and immediately walked away.

In the darkness of the cold night, it is hard to see the dawn all the time. The green light around the king flashes away, and half of the Gongti are sealed into the sword again.

Swordsmen talk about swords. However, I don't know when the taste of winning swords has been so bitter.