Chapter 1787 (1/2)

Around qingluan peak, there is a crazy killing field. People who covet the sword rush to qingluan peak one after another, but one by one, they fall into pieces, blood and bones fall, and the earth is dyed red.

Tang Tianhe and Bai Qi went into the crowd alone and killed everywhere. Everywhere they passed, the crowd was torn apart. Ying Zheng sat on the top of the mountain and operated the twelve dragon golden men to resist. Occasionally, a fish escaped the net and was intercepted by Murong Ziying. Yun Tianhe, holding a long bow, shot the strong man in the crowd outside. Although he couldn't see, he could tell where he was, Zhao Yueer operates Liuli pagoda to protect qingluan peak from being destroyed by the battle outside. Liu Mengli plays the zither, and the seven color zither sound floats out to ease the consumption of Tang Tian and others in the killing.

Up to now, countless people have died, and they come and die again. But up to now, the real battle has not started, and those who are really strong have not yet started!

Outside the crowd, in the distant sky, ye Xiuluo held his chest and looked at the battlefield with disdain. Obviously, he didn't see the battle in front of him, and even disdained to fight. Most of the time, his eyes were on the Wangshu sword at the top of qingluan peak.

On the other side, five beautiful women stood, their eyes patrolling the crowd, and their minds were not on Wangshu sword. They were looking for someone, but they didn't know who they were looking for.

The feng shui master, who started to break the array, was hiding in the void. He looked at the Wangshu sword on qingluan peak with a blazing look in his eyes. It was obvious that he was determined to win.

On the other side of the void, a young man with a golden robe and a magnificent crown on his head looked at the killing battlefield with indifference and disdain on his face. In the end, as if he could not see it, he said in a deep voice: ”all the unimportant people, get out of here and look at Shu Jian, not what you can covet”!

Who is this man? Someone heard his voice, but no one gave up on him. They all rushed to qingluan peak, trying to snatch Wangshu sword, the supreme artifact level equipment. If they got it, they would not dominate the world after they recognized the Lord. No one would want to give up, even if there was only one chance in ten thousand.

When the man in the golden robe said that no one would give a bird to him, his face suddenly turned cold, and a golden sword appeared in his backhand. The sword came out of its sheath, and the golden storm swept through the sky. The endless golden sword light swept across the sky, and the sound of puff and puff continued to ring. All the people or alien people who were shrouded in the golden storm were extremely torn and bloodstained in the sky.

With only one sword, the heaven and the earth suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at the source of the golden storm with a look of horror. When they saw the person who shot, almost everyone's eyelids jumped and hesitated for a moment. Most of the people who didn't die chose to retreat, but didn't leave. Instead, they watched from a distance.

”Feather king, he unexpectedly also came here, looking at Shu sword hopeless...”, someone looked at the gold robed man and sighed helplessly.

The person who made the move is the most talented feather king among the young generation of the eagle family, the eldest son of Jinchi Dapeng. No one dares to despise him.

As if he was born to be the focus, he awed him with a sword. He walked slowly to qingluan peak and said to himself, ”the most sacred artifact is based on virtue. You also want to hope for Shu sword?”?

”What a big tone, you think you are the so-called virtuous person”? A voice of disdain rings out, Yu Yuwang tit for tat, from the tone of the other side, it is not difficult to hear his hostility to Yuwang.

The speaker, dressed in white, had a cold breath all over his body, and his face was pale, as if he were a piece of ice.

”Who should I be, the sick child of ice and snow palace? Why, you're not dead”? Looking for a voice to see, feather King see the speaker after disdain said, did not put each other in the eyes.

Tang Tian and others had already returned to qingluan peak when King Yu shocked the audience. They knew that the real test was just beginning now. What they had to face next was not the same characters as the cannon fodder before, but young Tianjiao or some old strong men. None of them was simple.

In the short killing, Tang Tian didn't know how many people he killed and how many strong people of different races. In a word, his level has been raised by eight levels in the short killing. It can be seen how many creatures he killed in such a short time.

In the next battle, people like cannon fodder are not qualified to participate. Of course, if they want to die, no one will stop them. However, those people are not fools. They know that there is no hope for Wangshu sword and stay to see the play.

In a short period of time, too many people died, and the human and alien bones below piled up into mountains. The real blood flowed into a river, and the blood flowed out, making the water level of the nearby lake rise several meters!

”You're not dead, how can I die?” said the man who was made sick by King Yu. He coughed constantly, even blood coughed out, as if he would die at any time.

This man is the chief genius of the ice and snow palace. His strength is unfathomable, but I don't know why he is ill all the year round and seems to be dying at any time. But he is still like this after so many years.

”Anyone else, come out. They're all dignified people. Don't you think they're shameful? Feather king will look away, looking at qingluan peak light said, as if disdain to talk with other people.