Chapter 693 (1/2)
Outside the region of Yibao, the surging river rises like the sky and the earth. The water line barrier shining with cold light is connected with the sky and the earth, and there is a kind of inexplicable gloomy and strange.
On the edge of the desert forbidden area, the water is ruthless and stands in white, facing the big forces alone, but the momentum of Wu Huang is not weakened. The vast majority of the clan strongmen in the field, after feeling the cold sword spirit released by the merciless water, all of them gave way to both sides.
At the moment, because the Bixia palace directly said that there was a mistake in its disciples, so shuimerciless also claimed on the spot that there were no grudges with the Bixia palace.
As a result, only the sword Pavilion, the array treasure house and the two powerful men stood in the same place, looking coldly at the expressionless water. No one spoke first between the two sides, and the scene suddenly became a little embarrassed.
”Keke, we have just lost a strong man of Emperor Wu. How can we calculate this account?” Mo Qianli, the deputy leader of the array treasure house, is the highest cultivation and combat power of the middle emperor's realm. It can be said that he is the most powerful one among the powerful men in the field.
But even so, when facing the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, Mo Qianli thought he didn't have enough confidence, so he suppressed his anger, looked coldly at the water and asked in a cold voice.
”Ha ha, if my sixth younger martial brother is half bad, not to mention the elder Wuhuang, who is just under the border, you should be buried with him in the whole array treasure house...” there is a cold smile on shuimerciless's expressionless face. Everyone who is familiar with his style knows that shuimerciless is really angry at the bottom of his heart.
”Ha ha, if you want me to bury the whole family in the treasure house, Xiao'er Lang, you are so kind!” After listening to the ruthless threat of water, Mo Qianli exploded the pot on the spot. One of them is the king of Wuhuang. The momentum of his peak state bursts out in a flash. The terrible waves are like the roaring river, swallowing clouds and puffing mist. He fiercely blows to the merciless body of the water.
”Whoosh, whoosh,” on both sides of Kaiyang peak, the sword Pavilion is filled with the idea of red sword, which envelops the powerful swordsmen behind it. At the same time, a group of powerful warriors of the rank of emperor in the treasure house of the array, who were in vain to attack in the desert, swayed their bodies and retreated to both sides.
”Brush!” A white shadow disappeared in a flash. The water was merciless, and the whole figure seemed to disappear out of thin air. The attack of Lian Jue's destructive momentum released by Mo Qianli made a public attack out of thin air.
”Hum!” There was a strange noise, which suddenly started from the place tens of meters behind the body of the desert. The light of a treasure's power is looming in the void, but in the place where the power of the treasure is flashing, a water in white and expressionless appears in vain.
”Ha ha, it's the cultivation realm of the middle Emperor Wu Huang. Among the eight sects, I'm not afraid of anyone...” Mo Qian Li smiles coldly, and suddenly another magic weapon, light and shadow, comes out of his body.
”Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clan. Then I saw two pure lights flash up, and another golden magic weapon shaped like a cymbal.
There seems to be some wonderful connection between the two magic weapons. And the double magic weapon is attacking the water merciless figure, want to quickly close in one place.
The space between cymbals and magic tools is full of fierce golden awns. The purest Xuanli attribute of gold in heaven and earth is as powerful as a magic weapon. It constantly rushes out from the two cymbals.