Yong Heng Zhi Zun

"Tut Tut, the Dark Dragon King actually has a holy battle with the Vientiane sword."

"Just to see their strength."

Both the Dark Dragon King and the swordsman of Vientiane all exist first-class. It is almost impossible to see their fighting. Now we have a chance to watch the battle. We are moved by the wind.

"Dark dragon boxing!"

"It's all over the world."

In the void, a black dragon claw collides with a colorful sword light, and the rules between heaven and earth explode inch by inch.

"Vientiane, don't rush to fight first, deal with the affairs between the two clans, and then fight no later."

Dark Dragon King Road.

"Yes, Vientiane, if you want to fight, you can't afford to start an all-out war between the demon clan and the Terran. If you want to fight, you can't afford it." Beside the Dark Dragon King, a woman with blue eyes and white skin emerged.

"Green soul, you are threatening me."

The eyes of Vientiane swordsman are shining.

The green soul in his mouth is not inferior to the Dark Dragon King. He is proficient in many kinds of spiritual skills.

"How to threaten you, the demon race and the Terran fight, how can I be without the demon clan." On the other side of the Dark Dragon King, a flame appeared out of thin air, and a giant figure with a horn on his head came out.

"It's the emperor of Yanmo!"

"Even the flaming devil is here. This time it's a big deal."

The crowd was surprised.

Yanmojun is a demon king, and the weakest one also has the strength of a high-level saint.

On the side of the Terran, there are also some high-level saints. However, these high-level saints are not from the swordsmen Association, so it is impossible to stand up and speak for the swordsman of Vientiane. They have been watching with cold eyes.

"The swordsman guild is too high-profile. It's time to suppress it."

Deep in the void, a middle-aged man with flame pattern on his robe said indifferently.

If there is a saint here, you will be able to recognize that this man is a high-level saint of the family of demigods, and his strength is extremely strong.

"It's not good."

Xuanming sword gentleman frowned.

"It's not good."

Li Fuchen can see that the demon clan and the demon clan share a common hatred for the enemy, while the Terran side is not so harmonious. Other forces are waiting for the swordsman guild's jokes.

"Ha ha, I've been a king for thousands of years. I've never been afraid of anyone. Let's go together."

The swordsman of Vientiane is full of courage and fighting spirit.

"Since you want to die, don't blame us."

The Dark Dragon King, the green soul demon king and the Yan devil king all made a move together. It seemed that they had already negotiated secretly.

Crackling!

The battle of the four made the earth shaking and infuriated the sky.

"Soul sucking!"

Seven or eight moves in the past, the green spirit demon king launches the talent ability to absorb soul.

Although the soul of Vientiane swordsman is very strong, it is impossible to be sucked out, but it is still there for a time, and it is difficult to make movements.

"The shackles of darkness."

The Dark Dragon King is also able to activate his talent. A shadow of dragon claw has bound the body of the swordsman of Vientiane.

"Burning fire in the end of the world!"

The flaming Demon King opened his mouth and spewed out a white fireball, which bombarded the swordsman of Vientiane.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood with fire spurted out, and the swordsman was seriously injured in an instant.

He is not the body refining king, and he can't bear the full blow of the emperor Yanmo. If he didn't wear a second rate extreme armor, he would lose most of his fighting power even if he didn't die.

"Master Vientiane, take the sword."

A flash of cold light shot, and Wanxiang sword master subconsciously caught the cold light.

This is an extremely terrible sword. Just the sword Qi makes the skin of Wanxiang swordsman sting.

"Supreme sword."

The swordsman of Vientiane is surprised and looks at Li Fuchen.

"Master Vientiane, this supreme sword is only temporarily unsealed for a quick decision." Because of Li Fuzhen, Li Fuchen will not watch Wanxiang swordsman suffer.

"Good."

The war spirit of the king of Swordsman in Vientiane broke out again. Even if he was the top sage, he would dare to fight.

"Vientiane, die."

The dark dragon king suddenly attacks with one paw.

"It's you who died."

A cold sword light, as if the whole world.

Pooh!

The indestructible claws of the Dark Dragon King were cut off and sprayed with blood.

"Impossible?"

The dark dragon retreated in panic and his eyes were wide.

To be able to cut off his dragon claws with one sword, at least he is a top saint.

"This sword!"

The Dark Dragon King's eyes fell on the sky killing sword.

A sword cuts off the Dragon claws of the Dark Dragon King. The sword of the Vientiane swordsman is as powerful as electricity. With a sword, it pierces the body of the burning demon king, and finally divides the green soul demon king into two.His own sword is just a second rate Jidao sword, which is three levels different from the supreme sword. Now the supreme sword is in hand, and his strength has increased by more than ten times.

This is still that he is not familiar with the killing sky sword. If he is completely familiar with the killing sky sword, his strength can be increased many times.

"It's the supreme sword. The sword in his hand is the supreme sword!"

Someone exclaimed.

There are few top-down weapons on the whole dark blue plane, but there is one in the hand of the Vientiane swordsman, which can't be coveted.

Finally, all people are looking at Li Fuchen.

The supreme sword in the hands of Wanxiang swordsman is obviously Li Fuchen's.

"I don't know if Wanxiang sword master will return the supreme sword to this man."

"I'm sure I will. I still know it."

Many people are moved.

However, they knew that if the supreme sword was in the hands of Wanxiang swordsman, they would have no chance at all. Only when the supreme sword came back to Li Fuchen's hand would they have a chance.

"Vientiane, you're good this time. Let's go."

In the eyes of the three Dark Dragon Kings, it is impossible to compete with the swordsmen of Vientiane without five of them at the same level. The gap between high-level and top-level masters is not one or two.

The swordsman of Vientiane didn't go after him. When many demon saints left, he threw his hand and the sword turned into a cold light, which was inserted into the scabbard of Li Fuchen's waist.

Li Fuchen can feel that the sword pattern of killing Heaven Sword has begun to block, and it will be re sealed soon.

"Li Fuchen, you have to be careful in the future. Nothing's wrong. You'd better not leave the swordsman's guild."

Wan Xiang sword master reminds Li Fuchen.

He was innocent and full of guilt. No one would have dealt with Li Fuchen. However, knowing that Li Fuchen had a sword, many people must have dealt with Li Fuchen. No matter the demon clan or the Terran, there will be many people who can't defend him.

"I know."

Things developed to this point, so that Li Fuchen also some unprepared.

Now the only thing he can do is to promote him as soon as possible.

Only when he becomes a saint, can he have the capital to stand on the land of the Holy Spirit.

Otherwise, he can only hide in the swordsman guild, and this is definitely not the life he wants.

"Li Fuchen? I wish my family would take this sword. Let's make an offer A domineering voice came into Li Fuchen's ear.

Li Fuchen looked up and saw a figure in the void.

"Sorry, not for sale."

Li Fuchen said directly.

"What I wish my family has never failed. I hope you don't regret it."

The figure dissipated.

"Don't worry. In the headquarters of swordsman Association, even Zhu Jia can't help you." Xuanming sword king looked at the place where the high-level emperor disappeared, and said to Li Fuchen.

Li Fuchen nodded, and under his drooping eyes, there was a terrible light.

How about Zhu's family? If you offend him, you still have to pay the price.

Of course, he knows that the foundation of all this is that he has strong strength, and without strength, everything is empty talk.