When the words fell, Duanmu Xiongtu was a big drink, and the audience was even more shocked. Countless dignified eyes looked at Su Yi and Xue Honglou!

Can these two people successfully enter the big battle? Although the late Qing Changfeng is mean, it is also true.

A nourishment that has never withstood the sacred spirit, a person who is not only a sacred mountain, but also an enemy. If you can't get in, the holy mountain will only belong to the long wind!

It’s no wonder that Qi Changfeng is so excited. It can be said that the Holy Mountain is no big surprise, it is already a one-man show of the Great Son!

Resentment and hate were vented at this moment, and Xuehonglou faintly glanced at Su Yi, who looked like a thousand stars, deep and deep.

"I want to see you in the big array! I am advanced!" Snow red floor whispered, like a gauntlet.

"Hula!"

Lightning generally produces fingerprints, and the snow-red building is full of vitality, from the peaks of the mountains, the golden light is falling!

On the vast sky, the Shengwutang Shenxia is densely covered, and the sound of the wind and thunder is turned into a rolling sound. It looks like a chain of gods from afar. The quaint atmosphere is like crossing time and space, just like people returning to ancient times!

Standing in front of the holy martial arts hall, the long-winded eyes were secretly shocked, and there was a radiance in the magnificent scorpion. Then everyone in the room held the tiger scream.

Eyes are frozen, I am afraid I missed something!

Not yet a little bit of interest, just listen to the roar of a more cracking stone and resound the world, and cover all the sounds in the next second!

Soon, watching in the full field, a sacred shadow of the holy king from the holy martial arts in the holy martial arts!

In an instant, everyone looked like a brass bell, and the elders, warriors, and strongmen who were present began to tremble to varying degrees!

"That is the phantom of the Holy King!" Duanmu Xiong's dazzling eyes burst into an unparalleled shock!

At the same time, the people like the long wind and the elders of the sacred fire are incredulously looking at the heavens and the earth. All eyes are watching, and the endless golden dazzling light is blasting the world.

The sacred light, the brilliance of the gods, the dazzling brilliance, under the horror of the gods, the phantom of the sacred horror erupted a terrible and breathtaking atmosphere, closed the eyes, the glory of the world, as if the gods passed through the ancient world, all the creatures in front of them are like ants Generally appear.

The scene in front of me has reached a sensational level, and the golden light is pervasive, almost drowning the entire holy martial arts and holy mountains!

"Oh my God, it is the Holy King! It is the **** of my holy mountain!"

"The Five Sons are the true heavenly Son! No doubt!"

"My soul is so painful! Is it the absolute suppression of the Holy King!"

The eyes of the audience were sluggish. Looking at the image of the Holy King in the sky, Xiangyun was already waved and shattered. Under the clear sky, Jinguang was shocked!

"puff!"

Everyone's heartbeat is like a sudden stop. Breathing is difficult. Not only the guests of the Holy Mountain, but even the elders of the Holy Mountain, the elders of the Five Sons or the Great Sons fell to the ground and looked revered.

"Hey!"

After the arrival of the phantom of the Holy King, in the mountains, the demon beasts, the low humming sounds through the universe, and more of the savage beasts are squatting on the ground!

At this time, the momentum of the entire holy mountain has reached the peak, shocking, panic, and shocking expressions appear on everyone's face.

"How is the sacred air of Xuehonglou so majestic in the holy martial arts hall?" Su Yi Shuangyu shuddered, even if the soul is as strong as him, he also felt a very powerful repression.

After seeing it for a long time, there is a feeling of trepidation, not to mention other people.

The phantom is like a dream bubble. It occupies half of the sky, and the aperture of the scorpion does not linger for a long time. Everyone present is putting the body close to the decent face and dare not look up.

"Hula!"

After running out of the sky, the mysterious light group in Su Yi’s mind also produced some incitement.

The mighty souls invaded the body, and the meridians and bloodsmen swelled in time, until after a few breaths, they were able to get better.

"The smell of the holy king of the snow red building is more pure than that of the long wind! It seems that the repair of the snow red building is not unreasonable!" The eyes are heavy, falling on the long winds staying in the same place, the two are like the abyss The general black enamel shines.

The whole body is surrounded by red light, and a little bit of star will discharge all the gas of the Holy King. Su Yi's face will return to calm.

Xuehonglou returned from the chaotic domain. In addition to participating in the Tianfeng qualifying war, he has been retreating. From the four emperors to the eight emperors, Su Yi has never been lightly opposed to the opponent of Xuehonglou.

"It is possible to be able to practice the eight-pronged power of the Emperor's Emperor." Su Yi's throat is moving, and the sneer is like a long arrow hitting the back of the long wind.

A fascinating spirit, the long-winding wind that turned back to God was pale and looked up. The phantom of the Holy King gradually rose like a bubble, and the aura of the cloud swelled, and the fairy beast screamed.

"Oh!"

It was a storm that swept the sun, and the figure of Xuehonglou fluttered out like a lightning bolt. When the two scorpions were shining, the two scorpions were shimmering, and there was an unusual momentum in the vague!

The back is straight, and the yellow robes are moving with the wind. The side of the slanting fly into the squat is like a knife. It is cold and arrogant. The snow red building looks like a cold and gloomy color. It faintly glances at the long wind and then moves forward. Go.

The moment of passing by, the long wind is like an electric shock, and it is back to God, the eyes are very cloudy, and the fiery flames are tumbling.

"What tricks did you make in the end! It's impossible! How can your holy king's spirit be purer than mine?"

Ice cold and handsome face, a momentum of anger and anger is born, the foot of the snow red building is not stopping, double eyes, such as Yuan Yu Yuelu, cold.

"Su Yi is right. On the road of the Holy Emperor, it is my shame to have you as my opponent!"

The figure is like a lightning bolt. Between the lineups, a group of elders look at the snow red building like a god. They are excited, and the old pleats are smiling.

"Su Yi, go ahead! Remember what I said! My opponent is you!"

Seeing that Snow Red House has not regarded itself as an opponent, the face of Chang Changfeng is red and blue, and his face is ignorant!

The baptism of the innate King of the Holy Spirit, the purity of the pure King of the Holy Spirit is impossible to withstand, and the long wind looks at the jade ring in his hand, his eyes tremble, and the elders of the Holy Fire.

Daddy, the elders' face on the face of the embarrassed fear of reluctance to return to God, shook his head without warning, gaze at the poison, and lowered the voice: "There is no possibility of mistakes! The big saints will be verified after entering the battle!"