Tyrant Martial God

"Boom!"

The sound of sudden explosion sounded. The sword was fierce and sharp, but it was only three inches long and exquisite.

"Ha ha, Mo Xie, are you afraid? You don't dare to resist. This is the supreme treasure of kunsha sword. It's quite powerful. If you're afraid, kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe I'll let you go."

Ye Fan was very cold, and his violent breath was surging. The sword in his hand had a strange light wave smell, and the crystal awn flashed. The momentum was violent, with a vast force. Although it was small, the breath contained in it was really frightening.

The people felt the sword power rolling like the tide, and they were shocked. They were cold and piercing.

This sword is Ye Fan's support. He relies on this sword to fight with all internal disciples. Therefore, he has reached the top three of the taixuan list. Although there is a lot of difference between this small sword and the treasure gourd once owned by Mo Xie, it has played a good power in Ye Fan's hands.

"Ha ha, just wait for me to kill you. If I don't have enough strength to bombard, I can't stay here and be ready to die!" Ye Fan's words became more and more sharp.

"Squeak!"

Mo Xie's face clenched his fist showed a chill. At this time, he was also frightened by the other party's two supreme weapons. However, if he asked mangtian's moves now, it would be impossible, because mangtian hid at this time.

Mangtian's hiding is to avoid the prying eyes of the elders for fear of any moth. However, at this time, he can only rely on Mo Xie himself to resist the enemy in front of him.

"Zizi!"

The strange breath flows, a terrible air flow rotates, and the momentum of the golden iron horse fluctuates continuously. The exquisite "kunsha sword" releases strange air waves to frighten people's souls. The flying sword flies out rapidly and soon condenses into a defensive armor.

The armor is all maintained by the long sword. The violent breath flows and frightens people's souls. Ye Fan's combat effectiveness is extremely powerful. He stands there quietly, holding a supreme sword. That breath is frightening.

"I knew Ye Fan's strength was extraordinary. If there was nothing wrong, the power of the weapon in his hand was appalling and irresistible. I'm afraid that Mo Xie would suffer." Xiao Yan, sitting on the seat of zhenzhuan disciple, praised him.

"Hiss!"

However, as soon as Xiao Yan's words fell, Mo Xie's breath flowed all over the martial arts field. A golden airflow gushed out of his mouth, releasing the violent power all over his body, and the whole person's temperament suddenly changed.

"Buzzing!"

His amber eyes showed a whistling breath, and his golden light flashed around him. He was like a King Kong with angry eyes. His Majesty was exposed. When his mind moved, his bright light suddenly restrained. Immediately, a vast aura fluctuated from his body.

After this terrible aura burst out, the flesh of Mo Xie trembled, the skin was hot, and the body was red.

Obviously, he just released his bully body and golden body a little, which has such violent power.

"Poof poof!"

Then, another vast breath surged, the wind roared, and the spirit power was strong.

"What? How can it be? His breath, no, isn't it the real dragon aura?"

"It's terrible. Mo Xie didn't release such amazing power when fighting with the ten thousand seas. At this moment, he was so powerful. What's the matter? Why did he hide so deeply?"

"This real dragon aura means that Mo Xie is the supreme Wu Jun and the strong man in the Xuanwu realm?"

The crowd was like an ant frying pan. The roaring sound continued to talk about the breath. They saw that Mo evil rose slowly and could waste in the air.

He was surrounded by a real dragon aura, his clothes swayed with the wind, and a vast force erupted from his body. It was amazing. The powerful real dragon aura was real, just like a galloping horse. The aura was endless and frightening.

Looking down at the bottom, Mo Xie released his suppressed real dragon spirit and spirit, and the power of king in the world!

"Ye Fan, you also know that you have two treasures, but what I want to tell you is that today, I have advanced to the Xuanwu realm. If you are powerful enough, let's have a competition!"

Mo Xie stared coldly at Ye Fan in front of him. He was very clear that what he had was not a weapon, but the power in the realm, but it was enough to compete with him.

The spirit of the real dragon was extremely violent, and the powerful power shocked those disciples.

"Wu Jun in the Xuanwu realm, this ink evil is too terrible."

"It's incredible that he has become the king of Wu. It's said that he hasn't been in the taixuan gate for a long time. He's just a slave, but he has extraordinary talent. Now he has stepped into the realm of our dreams."

"Hoo hoo, I can't breathe. It seems that this boy can not only boast, but also has considerable martial arts strength. No wonder he dares to challenge the eldest martial brother!"

Whether they are inner disciples or true disciples, the people gathered in this area release powerful forces. They are surprised, hysterical roar, envy, jealousy and hatred, and all kinds of emotions burst out.

However, moxie's move also shocked the inner sect elders. One of them was very excited and quickly summoned, "report to the elders of taixuan palace quickly. Moxie among the inner sect disciples was promoted to zhenzhuan disciple!"

What the inner sect elders are surprised about is related to the honor of the sect. In a few years, the people of the decent sect will fight. At that time, there will be many disciples in the Xuanwu realm of that sect, and its reputation in the martial arts world will become higher and higher.

The gathering competition of heroes is a battle for honor for the orthodox sect, which can enhance the prestige and strength of the sect. Now every disciple of the Xuanwu realm is very happy.

"It is said that the person who won the first place in the battle of the taixuan list will get a pill advanced to the Xuanwu realm and the supreme pure Yang treasure. Unexpectedly, Mo Xie was so terrible that he understood the Xuanwu realm."

"Yes, he can break through himself. It really makes me ashamed."

"He is a determined true disciple. If he is provoked, there must be no good fruit to eat. We should pay attention to our words."

Some inner disciples originally despised Mo Xie, but as soon as they saw each other promoted to Wu Jun, their faces immediately changed.

"At that time, when he entered the martial arts training ground to fight against the ten thousand seas, I noticed that he was suppressing the breath. It was very strange. I didn't think that he was suppressing the real dragon aura. Mo Xie was really a martial king in the Xuanwu realm. In this way, Ye Fan would also be badly hurt!"

E Yao, the true disciple of Emei society, smiled.

"That Mo evil has stepped into the Xuanwu realm, but that ye fan also has two supreme treasures. It's hard for them to compete. Xiao Yan frowned, but he was cold.

"Wait and see!"

With the people's discussion, Ye Fan's face was even paler and very angry. He finally couldn't bear it, "how can you hide so deeply and reach the Xuanwu realm!"

Ye Fan's roar was not for fun. He looked terrified. The smell of the talent really made him envy. The fighting power of the martial king in the Xuanwu realm was very strong. Moreover, the Manau's spiritual power was terrible, which made him confused.

The nine peaks of martial arts practitioners in the martial arts realm can only control the spirit power of fifteen or six barbarian cattle, but when they break through the Xuanwu realm, their combat power is above the power of dozens of barbarian cattle. Their strength is very different. If ye fan doesn't rely on treasure tools, I'm afraid he can't stand stably at this time!

"Hum, just be arrogant and arrogant, and my treasure weapon power can suppress you!" Ye Fan, who is holding two treasure free weapons, is extremely vicious. He moves and is ready to attack.

Mo Xie was cold, with a playful smile, "didn't you say you wanted me to kneel? Hum, who spoke wildly."

"Boom!"

The fierce breath surged, and the two fought against each other. After cursing coldly, they began to fight. Relying on their own weapon power, Ye Fan released an amazing breath. The light wave of "kunsha sword" released and stirred everything, and the amazing breath rushed up.

One sword turns ten thousand swords. Under the control of its spiritual power, it suddenly attacks, one move after another. That terrible smell is really frightening. The lightsaber bombards wantonly and madly.

"Hiss!"

The sword technique stirred the aura of the four sides and hanged Mo Xie, which seemed to kill him. However, Mo Xie also attacked with luck. He did not hesitate to suppress it with his real dragon aura.

"Zizi!"

The aura of Mo Xie contained dozens of mana of wild cattle, which crushed and attacked. The flying sword illusion offered by Ye Fan was also in the air, crushed by that terrible force.

"Beam!"

Mo Xie, who shocked the long sword, sent out again. This time, his real dragon aura broke out and directly fought with Ye Fan, including fist and foot, seven star boxing and magic bone technique.

The power of restraint, the terrible bombardment, and Ye Fan gnashing his teeth, he felt his body aching. The power was like the sky falling, so that his body was hurt, and the exquisite flying sword in his hand attacked again.

"Shua Shua!"

The swordsmanship is powerful. A sword strikes. The sword technique is terrible. It is obvious that ye fan is very skilled in controlling. As long as the monks can control the spirit and treasure tools, they can naturally suppress the enemy. Ye Fan controls the long sword, which contains the spirit power and terror.

If ye fan's own bull spirit power is weak and can operate the spirit power of treasure ware, he can also compete with Mo evil.

"It's amazing that this guy has a treasure. However, I won't be easily knocked down by him and take the 'kunsha sword'. I think he's still crazy!" Mo Xie frowned slightly, but his face became colder and colder. This round of bombardment, he looked at each other's treasure!