Chapter 1308 (1/2)
”Little Lord, shut up!”
Pei Jin, the younger master of the refining sect, is still talking to Wang Xiaojian.
An elder of the alchemy sect had an ugly face.
The elder Ouyang Yong gave out a big drink.
His voice contains the true Qi of the powerful man of the nine star Emperor Wu. It penetrates the sky and wakes Pei Jin, who is hypnotized, and makes him stop talking.
But Wang Xiaojian has got the answer he wants.
His eyes swept to a strong man of purple fire gate, and his handsome face showed a sneer, ”originally, you want to harm me!”
Wang Xiaojian's body, sends out the two star Wuzong strong man's strong breath, as well as the strong killing opportunity.
On the Longyuan sword in his hand, the sword's awn soared to a hundred Zhang.
At the same time, the air resounded with the roar of a dragon.
Chant!
”Let's go!”
Wang Xiaojian's breath stirred everywhere.
The incomparable power made zihuomen a powerful Martial emperor, and his face changed greatly.
Their accomplishments are not as good as Wang Xiaojian. They dare not fight with Wang Xiaojian.
For fear of being killed by Wang Xiaojian, they rushed to the night.
Even if they are just fresh and fresh, they don't care.
But they didn't fly far.
”Brush” once, a figure, stopped in front of them.
It's Wang Xiaojian.
He had black hair and Longyuan sword in his hand. His body was full of incomparable breath.
His handsome face was cold, and his sharp eyes were full of murders.
”Fight with him!”
Elder Ouyang Yong feels Wang Xiaojian's killing opportunity.
At this time, he knew he couldn't run.
With a roar, he lifted up his palm and beat it in the direction of Wang Xiaojian.
Other elder, also one after another hand, take a fierce color, killed to Wang Xiaojian.
They are all powerful people of high star Wu Huang. Even though they are injured, they still have the remaining power.
At the moment, join hands, and display their own skills.
The bright sword spirit tears the air.
The bright blade splits the mountain and breaks the mountain.
The palm wind energy is ten feet high, just like a hill
All kinds of different attributes of martial arts, gathered together, like the tsunami of the end, towards the direction of Wang Xiaojian.
In the turbulent energy, with the ten powerful Emperor Wu, who are determined to get the chance to kill, it seems that in an instant, Wang Xiaojian will be crushed to pieces!
However, Wang Xiaojian's eyes, but shot out of the sharp essence.
”Looking for death!”
Wang Xiaojian's momentum is incomparable, and the Longyuan sword in his hand is raised.
He cut out with one sword, and the strength of the strong man of Wuzong was on the long sword, forming a hundred Zhang sword.
The golden light of the sword shines through the sky, tearing the air, and bumping the sword awn, knife awn and palm print together.
Then ”boom” a sound, burst open.
Boom!
poop!
Ah ah ah!
In the sky, there was a huge roar.
The explosion of martial arts energy, into a shock wave swept the four sides, so that the mountains shake violently, the sky is bright.
In the strong light, Wang Xiaojian holds the long sword of Longyuan, standing in place with black hair floating.
The ten elders of zihuomen, including Ouyang Yong, all spit blood and fly out.
They screamed and flew in all directions.
Before landing, there was a wave of demons behind them.
They are Daji, Wang Zhaojun, Diao Chan, Daqiao, Xiaoqiao and gongsunli.
Their clothes fluttered, their beautiful faces were full of anger, and their bodies exuded a strong breath.
”My master hates you!”
”Those who indulge in my beauty are calm and introspective under the ice sheet!”