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"Tian Er!"

Jia Qi also sacrificed his life to hit Xuanyuan Yuheng's back with one punch. The celestial man beat the drum, which is a secret method of joint attack in martial arts. Everyone joined forces to make one punch stronger than the other, and the power was superimposed.

But without a punch, all the energy consumed is the blood and life essence, so I sacrificed my life.

Sacrifice your life to become a god, and use one punch to storm the evil spirit.

"Tian San!"

"Tian Si!"

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One by one, Long Yingu, who was loyal to the royal family, sacrificed his life to blow a shocking punch.

Although Xuanyuan Yuheng had reached the level of an eighth-level master and stood at the position where he could reach out to touch the aura of the heavenly level, he was still hit by this punch and was defeated step by step.

But he was not panicked because he knew that every punch was life and could not be endless, and manpower would end.

The sword energy turned into a shield to protect Xuanyuan Yuheng, but it was quickly shattered.

Just as the shield was broken, Zhao Wujiang flew over, like a flying geese stepping on the snow mud, and the geese passed by a flickering through the gap.

With one palm, he hit Xuanyuan Yuheng's vest.

Xuanyuan Yuheng spit out blood in one mouthful, the white jade crown fell on his head, and his hair was disheveled. He smiled furiously:

"Star-absorbing technique!"

The wind was blowing the ground, the sky was drooping, and the wind and snow were flying everywhere. Xuanyuan Yuheng's three feet of body turned into a vortex of wind and snow. The cold wind was like a knife, and the knife slashed towards everyone.

"boom."

When the wind passed by, the ten people of Zhao Wujiang Long Yin Guard were knocked away and hit the beams and pillars of the surrounding window railings.

Zhao Wujiang felt a laceration in his chest, and his throat was sweet and he swallowed it hard.

Long Yin's sweatshirt was broken and his breath was listless, and he stood up with difficulty.

Xuanyuan Yuheng in the center of the field had his hair disheveled, his face covered with starry blood. He had suffered serious injuries just now, but he had the method of sucking stars, so why fear others?

"Hahahaha..." He laughed unrestrainedly, as if a demon was coming to the world, looking down on everyone in all directions:

"I am the orthodox Daxia, the true dragon emperor!"

The nine dragon guards looked at each other, their eyes were filled with death, their tone was sad, and they shouted:

"Mr. Zhao, take the emperor away."

After speaking, he rushed towards Xuanyuan Yuheng like a moth flying into a fire.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes blended with golden light and red, and the medicinal effect had been fully utilized. He had entered the fourth level of the Grand Master's cultivation, and he knew that this was far from enough.

But he had already laid all the pieces, and the rest was to do his best and leave his will!

He took a step forward, walking faster and faster. He waved his right arm in front of him, and the wind catkins rotated in his hand, and the wind rope wrapped around him, turning into a three-foot green edge.

The sky is in shock.

The attack of nine dragon hidden guards had reached Xuanyuan Yuheng. Xuanyuan Yuheng did not avoid it. He knocked away seven people in anger. Blood flowed in his hands. Two dragon hidden guards turned into shriveled corpses and fell to the snow.

"Sword Twenty-three!"

Zhao Wujiang stabbed out three feet of green sharp edges, and the world in all directions shook, and the strong wind whistled around the sword body. The wind shreds were like swords, which were thousands of sword energy.

He came with thousands of sword energy, and shouted angrily and pierced Xuanyuan Yuheng's chest with a sword.

Xuanyuan Yuheng looked stunned, and a roar was roaring. The sword aura swept across, knocking Zhao Wujiang ten feet away. He ignored the gurgling blood in his chest, but sucked two dragon Yinwei with a weak breath, swallowing the mountains and rivers:

"I am destined to be with you, and you are all ants!"

Long Yinwei responded to the sound of his voice drying in his hands, and his breath rose a little more.

"The frog can still shake the tree, let alone me, Zhao Wujiang!"

Zhao Wujiang stood up tremblingly, half-beared his body, raised his hand and grabbed it, grabbing it all over his hands. The wind and snow turned into a slight wind rope sword energy, filling his robe with his arms.
Chapter completed!