Tyrant Martial God

"Younger martial sister Murong, what can't be solved by language communication? Why do you have to use a knife and a gun to solve the problem?"

"Mu Chen, this is my business. You have no right to interfere. Your white light killing move does have some means, but can it compare with my blood thunder knife light?"

Murong Wanlian's face was cold and gloomy. Her technique changed, and her whole body released an amazing breath. The red light was shining, the lightning was intertwined, and the changing magic powers were surging. She continued to soar in the air, holding the double knives with Lei Mang, and continued to move in the air. With strange steps under her feet, she quickly moved towards the animal husbandry dust in front of her.

"Qiang Qiang!"

The young friar named Mu Chen likes to have power, but he didn't expect the other party to be so indifferent. Under his control, the white light killing move directly rushed to the light of blood thunder knife. His power is very amazing.

"Boo! Boo! Boo!"

Murong Wan is also a powerful monk in the Xuanwu realm. How could she be afraid of the guy coming from the attack? Her hands turned and a terrible aura flickered. Soon, the red awn destroyed the light. All the previous people were impacted by the red awn and had great power!

"Zizi!"

Even AI Hong's voice was not heard. All the people and flying cranes were blown down. They fell onto the rocks. They were scorched and smoky. When the fog dispersed, they had been destroyed and died!

"You, how dare you really do it!" Mu Chen was furious.

"Hum, don't think we're just fooling around with you. Wait a minute, you'll come with me as if you're just a monk who has just stepped out of the Xuanwu realm, and I can still destroy you!" Murong Wanyou is like a queen. His whole body exudes an amazing breath, and his combat effectiveness is very strong. He can see through the strength of the guy named Mu Chen in front of him.

The first stage of the Xuanwu realm is the self spirit stage. The increase of speed and strength condenses the Qi Gang. In the second section, the four to six levels of refined Qi are used to refine the wheel with the power of spirit to seize the nature of heaven and earth.

"If you don't challenge me now, it means that you have to fight with me in the martial arts arena. If you don't dare to fight, I will fight you myself." Murong Wan's aura is that women don't let men.

"Wu Xingchang!" when Mu Chen heard this word, he looked a little more frightened. There was a state of fear on his face. That place was the place where the true disciples fought. As long as the strong and strong collided, there would be a battle of life and death.

On the martial execution ground, that's the front line of life and death. There's only one person who can survive. If it's right, where can he resist?

Murong Wan's strength is at least three levels of the Xuanwu realm. Wouldn't he die if he just stepped into the Xuanwu realm?

Mu Chen Leng hum, "I won't care how strong you are, but you fight and kill your fellow disciples. I will certainly report this to the elder in charge of the sect rules. Just wait and obey the law!"

He also knew that he had no ability to compete with each other, so he shook his sleeves with a look of anger, and then flew away.

However, Murong Wan, who heard this, was unmoved. Her face looked indifferent, with a strong aura, like an eagle, quickly flew into the sedan chair, and then whispered, "hurry!"

"It's really not easy for people who have entered the taixuan gate to use such a powerful force to frighten the heroes. It's really too strong. I'm surprised!" Mo Xie felt Murong Wan's arrogance, daring and powerful aura. This was the aura of women not letting men. He was deeply shocked by the aura of the other party, He wondered in his heart how he should become such a terrible monk. When the time came, in the face of the people, he could not be disorderly in the face of danger and crush the heroes with great power.

"One day, I will become a supreme Friar and show my powerful strength to resist the strong and look down on the hegemony of heaven and earth!"

"Miso!"

Sigh, but they still had to go this way, so they continued to move forward. However, in a short time, they arrived at the fairyland with verdant green, brilliant atmosphere, magnificent momentum, gorgeous and beautiful, and the place where the taixuan palace is located.

The mountain peaks are winding, the strong breath is surging, the water waves are rippling, and the waterfalls are flowing down. The whole area is flowing with a taste of fairy rhyme. On that line of mountains, countless precious species and powerful Archaean creatures are walking and galloping. A strange and desolate momentum is very amazing, which shocked them.

"Hongluan palace!"

According to Murong Wan's instructions, Mo Xie's men and horses arrived at a huge mountain palace. The name of the palace was written on the palace. It was magnificent and magnificent. As soon as they arrived in front of the door, a smell of fairy rhyme flowed and a fragrance came to their nostrils. It must be the taste of Lingdan.

The huge palace is the place Murong Wan got after he got the seat of true disciple. It was appreciated by the elders of taixuan gate. It is not only a symbol of identity, but also a place for his practice. It is very dazzling.

Murong Wan led the people into the palace. She said to the people: "This is a temple given by the elders of taixuanzong. You must obey the words of Murong Xing and this Mo Xie here. Their Xuanwu cultivation is very powerful. They are plastic. When you get familiar with here, you will know what to do and what not to do. And I practice often. Naturally, I have no energy to take care of you."

"The Warcraft in the mountain needs your care, and the temple needs your care. Settle down in hongluan palace in the future!"

Listening to miss Murong's words, people are also very sad about their death. How many times can they stay here?