"Let's go! Let's go!"

Among the four great guardians, the huge shield fell and the ground was stormed. The big man's black hair was hanging down on his ears, and sweat had already fallen.

The true energy protects the whole body, and together with the giant shield, formed a wall.

The true energy on the wall is surging.

This guy is in the world, but with a lift of a giant shield, he can block the existence of various hidden weapons, his muscles thrust and he holds the shield tightly.

Pang Jing didn't want to run away. He frowned, thinking that he was too useless. Not long after he became a saint, he ushered in the disaster of extermination?

And he can't do anything?

After thinking about it, I had to go forward and work hard with the king-killing sword.

He is indifferent to life and death and just kills it with a knife. This is him.

But after taking two steps, he felt his body lightening, his arms were carried by the King of Heaven and Lan Yue, and he fled to the distance.

Yasha and the beast girl are protected.

"The Ming King's Heaven-Shoutian Style!!"

The Immovable King Kong shouted, and the true energy followed the texture of the giant shield and spread out an indestructible wall of air.

Click

Kak

The sound of stone chips falling from the holes in the wall.

The evil scholar with peach blossom eyes had already walked out of it, "Yes, right? I should have escaped long ago, otherwise it would be boring."

He looked at the big guy directly opposite him and said inexplicably: "You are worthy of this word?"

In a crazy laugh.

He didn't even take action.

Walking by like a leisurely walk.

The unmoving King Kong was really motionless because his whole body was wrapped in a boiling mist of blood.

A blood-red flowed out of his seven orifices and then rose.

His blood boiled.

True Qi is also ineffective.

The Blood-Cooking Demonic Art can cook your own blood, so that you can enter the strongest state, and cook other people's blood, so that the enemy who is more strongly defended will be compromised from the inside.

The character "Shan" has many ghosts and infinite clones.

These are the two mysterious skills of the Shadow Academy.

Compared with the holy statues of the Holy Gate, it is close to the world and is suitable for rushing thousands of miles away and returning with one blow.

This blood-cooking magic technique is more suitable for horizontal push and massacre.

So when I was there, the shadow of the Mushan Mountain did not leave Yan Kingdom. He sat withered for decades, but he was afraid of being attacked.

Si Wuxie had enough time to travel back and forth to Wei Yan.

"Where you have a complete egg when you collapse the nest, your sect leader is gone. What's the point of living?"

The evil scholar spread the folding fan with a sound of brushing, and walked past the Imperial King Kong.

Bang!!

The giant man with black and white hair on his side had thrown away his huge shield, wrapped his whole body in his blood mist, making a wail that was so painful that he was not as good as a human voice, screaming, heart-wrenching, echoing in the Holy Gate.

"Escape, escape quickly, escape separately!" the king yelled, their speed was extremely fast.

Lan Yue added: "Go to the capital and tell him! Let him take precautions early!"

The remaining five people looked at each other and shot in several different directions.

Unfortunately, there are only four rays of light.

There was still one person who didn't move.

The man turned around and landed directly.

Mu Shanying looked at the strong man with a tiger-backed and bear body in front of him with a very interesting look: "Are you the saint son who killed the strongest young man in my school?"

Pang Jing shook his head: "He is already the Regent, and I am the Holy Son. I am with him, and this Wei Dynasty is equally unhindered!"

The evil scholar burst into laughter. He didn't know such obvious news, but he was not ashamed of it. How could the information of the ants be worthy of his attention?

Mediocre people are mediocre and only know how to care about something outside of themselves, but do not understand that strength is the truth.

On the other side, Pang Jing has changed.

He suddenly pulled down the King-Slaying Sword and landed heavily on the ground.

Then the sword fell to the ground, in addition to the sword, there was also a thousand-handed, thousand-eyed, faceless burning ancient Buddha.

The terrifying aura instantly boiled.

Pang Jing obviously found the use of true meaning.

He fixed the true intention with the intention of the knife and took it as the scope.

In this range, the enemy's inner demon will be torn apart quickly, and if it is weaker, it will lose five senses in an instant.

He took advantage of the stimulation of the tearing of the inner demon, causing himself to fall into a state of madness.

Chi

Slowly pull out a long knife around your waist.

His two knives.

One hand in the Buddha's name, one hand in the same hand in the same hand in the same hand in the same hand in the same hand in the same hand.

Mushan Ying originally wanted to quickly resolve the battle, but when he saw this, he couldn't help but lit up, "Chao Wen, Xi Ke, if he doesn't die, it would be a fish leaping on the dragon gate and stepping into a new world. I thought that the saint son was already good, and you, a young man, were also very good.

Your head can be a good wine glass, and your skin can be a good mat.

I like geniuses like you

That's how I accepted it."

In the "soft voice", Mushanying smiled, and a terrifying black shadow broke out with a pop.

Holding a black fan in hand, he pulled out the afterimage and rushed towards the stopping Holy Son.

"The inner demons are dark!!"

Pang Jing felt countless desires boiling in his heart, and roared and directly met the black shadow.

The man gave this place to himself.

I, Pang Jing, could I retreat without fighting, and how could I protect myself?

"roar!!"

In the roar, the knife in his right hand turned into a seamless snow light, splashing out.

boom!!

In the huge thunder, all the black gloves on his right hand were burst out!

The terrifying white arm began to swell, and the blue veins on it were wrapped like an old root. When the knife was released, the hand was like a hoof.

Fearing the blessing of the ancient Buddha, the ghost general's arm strength, and then brings the experience of Pang Jing's fall and rolling in countless deaths, and attacking Tongxuan with a casual blow.

The knife faced the black shadow.

Bang!!

With a blast, another series of storm-like sounds were heard.

The four people who were fleeing in the distance heard the movement and turned around.

Through the world where heavy snow was everywhere, they only saw the huge Saint Son and Mu Shanying fighting on the Holy Gate Martial Arts Field at a speed that could not be seen.

The king's body trembled and immediately heard a voice: "Lan Yue, you and Yasha, the beast girl go to the capital to tell the man that I believe in him, and I will entrust him to this life.

I have a great revenge with the Academy, so I have to avenge him for me, and I have to abide by his previous vows."

Lan Yue had an ominous premonition in her heart: "Teacher"

"Tu Die Shadow Academy! I must do what he promised me!"

After saying this, the one-armed Elder of Heavenly King suddenly burned.

Burn essence, blood, true energy, mysterious energy

His only left arm gathered an unimaginable force, even far stronger than he had never broken his arm.

"The eagle swept the nine heavens!!"

The old man with a hook nose turned sideways, his feet hit Cangshan, and his body shot like light.

Pang Jing on the other side seemed to feel something. The long sword in his hand instantly switched to his left hand, and with a move with his right hand, the King-Slayer Sword floating on the ground in the ancient Buddha rolled out of the shrill disk in the air and fell into his big hand.

"So what about Tongxuan? Come to die!!"

The Son roared.

The strongest two people in the Holy Sect now had a full-strength attack. In the roar, two extremely powerful rays of light attacked the scholar.

The shadow of the dusk mountain is just like a scholar looking at the scenery by the bridge. He fanned the fan slightly and closed his eyes deeply.

"The more you resist, the more satisfied I am. I have good potential. Maybe you will really become Tongxuan in the future. Unfortunately, if you die, you will be nothing."

The pores of his white and slender arms were covered with a thin layer of blood.

With a casual blow, the wind and clouds of the world, the heavy snow was like a roar, and welcoming the attacking Pang Jing, the Heavenly King!
Chapter completed!