A big hand in a water-blue hand was poked out next to the royal city, and the terrifying blood and energy were emitted from there. All the monks involved in the cultivation of spirits and qi did not dare to move at this moment, and the magic power in their bodies was suppressed so that they could not be activated.

That kind of terrifying majesty penetrates into the hearts of every qi-cultivator hidden in the Diqiu Qi training.

Many of the powerful Xia tribes in the Emperor Hills roared, and cooperated with the rolling thunder sound of the man who called him "bold", dominate the world and look down on the sky.

The big hand that was poking out soon arrived before the mountain peak, and a ray of green clouds rioted, ignoring the big hand that seemed to be able to pick the sun, moon and stars.

Suppress hard.

Many powerful Xia tribes in Diqiu began to wonder. This must have been the peerless strong man who sneaked into the imperial capital that day, and his magic power was indeed vast.

Even if there is Lei Hong, the leader of the Hu clan, he will be at a disadvantage as soon as he meets him.

The mountain peaks vibrate, but they still pressed down inch by inch.

Under the gaze of so many powerful men in Diqiu, if they damage every grass and tree to outsiders, they will wipe out the face of Daxia, and these people will inevitably usher in the rage of King Xia.

In the royal city, on the Xiatai, the armored man looked at the sky. The flying peak was suppressing his big hand, silently, and even more terrifying.

The man in armor said, "There are such great people among Qi training men. All the people with magic power are famous, but I don't have any impression of his aura. Zilu, you have indeed found a good helper."

The man in armor held the long sword around his waist, and his eyes seemed to ignite a flame.

Tian Yi, who was sitting peacefully in the sun's divine fire on the Xia platform, had long hair draped down on his shoulders, and smiled and said, "Ming Luo, he is not the person I know, but we will meet him soon. Since King Xia can't tolerate Tian Yi, he naturally can't tolerate him."

At this time, Ming Luo, a man wearing armor, sneered: "There is no need to wait, he can't leave today."

Tian Yi looked at Ming Luo, to be precise, the sword on Ming Luo's waist. This armored man, Ming Luo, is the strongest man among the twelve great nobles of the Xia clan and the most loyal lackey of King Xia. He once entered the Shura Blood Sea alone, challenged the Shura clan, and understood the supreme sword path.

Later, he fought in the south and north, destroying hundreds of countries, countless dead souls under the sword, and the strong evil spirits were the highest. If it weren't for this, King Xia would not have sent him to visit Guan Tianyi.

This is not only a emphasis on Tianyi, but also a trust in Mingluo.

The sword on Mingluo's waist had already obtained the true meaning of the Shura clan's blood-transforming divine sword. It was the real demon sword. The demonic nature of it was a rare person in the Shura clan who could compete with it.

The "Luo" in his name is also the recognition of the arrogant Shura clan.

With the mountain suppression, it will soon fall on the Emperor's Hill. At that time, Lei Hong, the leader of the Youhu clan, will not only be injured, but also lose the face of Daxia.

Ming Luo finally drew his sword. His drew his sword's action is no longer enough to describe it. Each action can be disassembled into countless identical actions.

Advance layer by layer, and one knife pulled out a total of 18,000 identical changes, all completed in less than a moment, and finally a long river of sword energy emerged. With a sneer, a knife was slashed on the mountain, and the mountain was immediately split by the light of the knife, and a huge crack appeared from the middle.

With the help of the sword energy, the big hand at the bottom of the mountain immediately became stronger, and the thunder sound roared around. A big hand radiated out a large net woven by countless lightning lights, wrapping the mountain and trapping it together with the Qingxia on the mountain.

But the Qingxia suddenly burst out, like the stars hang down under the night sky, extremely brilliant. At the same time, everyone felt the temperature of the Emperor Qiu suddenly increased, and the mountain peak was burned suddenly. As the thunder net approached, it exploded, and countless hot dust flew, and the long river of sword energy suddenly lost its lock on Qingxia.

The entire Emperor Qiu fell into a fierce sandstorm. A dragon roar rose from the royal city. The fierce hurricane swept away the dust. On Yinglong's huge body, a man appeared on his spine. His eyes were dark brown and radiated light, like two suns, shining everything.

A head of golden hair was scattered on his shoulders. Although he did not have a majestic body, his natural courage looked down on everything, and his deep majesty was scattered in every corner of Diqiu, just like the brilliance of the sun.

Looking around, the man snorted coldly, "Everyone is here to meet."

Yinglong slowly returned to the royal city. At this time, the major nobles in the East City rushed to sort out their clothes, put on luxurious cloud cars, and headed towards the royal city.

Chen Lian slowly opened his eyes from the Academy at this time. The person who used the sword to join forces with the master of the big hand, and he could probably fight him. Yinglong came out of the royal city behind him, and the one on his back should be King Xia, which was really incredibly powerful.

Chen Lian had seen Chen Beidou's unparalleled sword and the invincible magic of elixirs, and were both his most powerful opponents in his life, but these two people were at a disadvantage compared to King Xia in terms of pure power, even though King Xia had not really taken action.

There are still some people in Diqiu who are similar to the master level of the Demon Sword just now. With his ability, at most, he can make a fuss in Diqiu. Even if his soul is restored in the future, it is indeed impossible for him to fight against the entire Diqiu with one person.

However, what Chen Lian fears most is the combination of King Xia and Yinglong, the human and dragon are one, and the luck is added to it, and the combat power is probably chasing the level of Taiyi Realm.

If he had hesitated just now and had no traces of concealment in the world like the Academy, he would have to fight with King Xia at the home court of Emperor Qiu.

Although he is looking forward to fighting with a powerful man like King Xia who takes another path of cultivation, it should not be now. Before that, he will have a deeper understanding of the bloodline of the Xia tribe.

Winning and losing are not the purpose of Chen Lian's pursuit. He cares more about exploring the Tao and other ways of practicing, so that he can go further on the road of seeking the road.

The green vines outside the window are hidden, and Lei Jing returns.

She walked into Zhiweizhai, looked at Chen Lian with a complicated expression and said, "That big hand just now belonged to my grandfather."

Chen Lian said: "So what?"

Lei Jing sighed, "What the hell are you going to do? I really want to tell my grandfather and uncle about your existence."

Chen Lian stared at her deeply and said softly: "I understand, so you should forget everything that happened just now."

Chen Lian rarely tampers with other people's memories, but sometimes he has to do so.

If he was an indecisive or polite person, he should have died before today.

Fortunately, he is not.

Under Shen Lian's gaze, Lei Jing suddenly felt a dazed in a trance, and she recalled what happened before.

Just now, she saw the mountain where Diqiu flew, and her grandfather took action. Even the magic sword of Ming Luo, the commander of the royal city, appeared behind her, and finally alarmed her uncle.

Diqiu hasn't been so lively for many years, but I don't know who drove the mountain.

That person is probably the best among Qi training men.

Her husband was playing the piano on the couch, and the sound of the piano was elegant, like a flowing spring in the empty mountains.

It shouldn't be the gentleman, because he just woke up, but he was really sleepy. He had meditated on Taoist internal breathing overnight, and was startled by the outside incident in the morning, which made her feel quite restless.

But Lei Jing suddenly forgot why she left the school when the mountain peak came to Diqiu, and forgot Qingxia flying out of Chen Lian. Deep in her heart, she subconsciously distinguished the Qi training genius who drove the mountain peak from Shen Lian, and took the initiative to find various reasons to convince herself that Chen Lian would not do anything that would be an enemy of Daxia.

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