But now, Naran Ruyu, the strongest sacred mountain, has rushed over and wonders what the final result will be.

The sacred son of Nalan is like jade. It is rumored to be an invincible existence of the peers above the holy mountain. It can be a saint in the holy mountain, and it is self-evident.

Holy, that is beyond the existence of all beings, extraordinary sanctification, that is the respect of the heavenly arrogance.

This overlord Zong Yizhen and the holy mountain Nalan Ruyu will have a battle, so that hundreds of millions of eyes are eye-catching, waiting for it!

In the Shenjianmen, the elders of Su sings, the elders of Bailu Mountain, etc.

In the Tian Xuanzong, Jane Wannian and other eyes are complicated.

In the lineup of the Tiangong Palace, there is a fascinating color in the eyes of the vice-president of Guanlan, which is obviously shocked.

There is a cold meaning in the ruthless voice of the West. When you see the blurry overlapping images of the void, you already know what is going on. It seems that the most worrying thing happened. The holy mountain is arranged in the Saint-Wumen community. Shots, even the killing means and other killing methods are used.

This is the killing of the game, but it seems that Su Yifu is a big fate, and he has the same defense means to protect the soul!

"Master Nalan is coming!"

"Master Naran must be able to kill the kid!"

"Great, Master Nalan is here!"

A mess, if the earth was destroyed after the earthquake, the remaining young disciples of the Holy Mountain retreated in the distance, and on the pale face, the gaze trembled, and when they saw Nalan Ruyu, they were in the horror. I saw hope again.

Su Yi also saw it. It seems that it is somewhere in the holy Wu Mi area. It will not be too far away. Nalan is like a jade.

However, Su Yi did not pay attention to it. With a sneer gaze, it was still in the lineup of the holy mountain outside the holy sect.

Daddy, everyone saw it, Su Yi raised his hand, and pointed out the index finger to point to the lineup of the Holy Mountain. There seemed to be several space bags in his hands, stained with blood, which seems to have been harvested from Chu Changhuan.

"Oh my God, this is provoking the holy mountain!"

Many people couldn't help but exclaim, and they felt that some heartbeats were accelerating. The young man killed the Chu Changhuan of the Holy Mountain in public, and at this moment he still pointed to the holy mountain.

Not to mention that from ancient times to the present, at least some people in the place have never heard of it. At least they have never seen it before. Some people in Central China dare to provoke the Holy Mountain.

Looking at the image of the empty portal, the young man raised his hand and pointed it straight, the ice elders, Wang Quande, Qi Guilan and other holy people, not the teeth biting, the face is iron and blue, the eyes are full of chill.

"This is a provocation, ignoring my holy mountain, not smashing the bones, my face of the holy mountain!"

There are sacred mountains strong eyes red, eyes twitching!

Su Yi sneered, turned back and looked at the young disciples of the Holy Mountain who were waiting for hope at the moment.

The remaining young disciples of these holy mountains are not many, and less than two-thirds have already lost a small half.

According to Su Yi’s gaze, there is a cold and ruthlessness between the distances.

"Hey!"

Su Yi moved, his feet fluttered, and his figure suddenly looted like a shadow, pointing to the young disciples of the Holy Mountain.

"What do you want to do!"

In the eyes of everyone, some people can't help but boil, and there is a tightness in the center of the unprovoked center. The heartbeat must be stagnant.

"not good!"

Those who are waiting for the hope of the sacred mountain disciples, watching the young figure come to them, one by one is already full of hope, and in a flash is once again in the stunned, unreasonable soul Trembling.

"Flee, fast!"

A powerful disciple, such as the Holy Mountain, is not proud of everything in his eyes. He never puts any disciples of Shanmen in his eyes, but at this moment, if you see a comet one by one, you can’t even give birth to a counter-heart. There is only one idea in your heart. That is to escape, and wait until Master Nalan comes.

"Flee, fast!"

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Unexpectedly, even Chu Changhuan was not an opponent, and was shot in front of them.

At this moment, these ordinary sacred disciples, there is still courage to fight at this moment, not to mention that they themselves have been hit hard, and they are vulnerable.

However, these sacred disciples don't say that they are much different than Chu Changhuan. Even if they are more than a stranger, they are far from enough.

Even speed is not the opponent of Su Yi.

"Hey!"

Su Yi was too fast, appeared in front of a young man in the holy mountain, his eyes flashed coldly, and a dark black radiant sword appeared in his hand, giving off a dazzling radiance.

This sword is the sword in the hands of the first hundred.

Dushan has collapsed, and Mobai is also covered in gravel piles.

But this is a good sword, I do not know when it appeared in the hands of Su Yi.

"call out!"

Jianguang is like electricity, Su Yi is a sword, and Jianguang is rapidly expanding in the pupil's pupil. It has no countervailing power. Finally, he plunges himself from the chest, and with his blood stabbed from the back, his eyes are unable to close.

"kill!"

At the next moment, Su Yi’s figure has appeared on the side of the second young sacred disciple, with a sword straight, no fancy, Jianguang Fenglei, and deafening ears.

"Oh la la..."

When Jianguang passed, the young man suddenly rushed to escape, but it was too late to be avoided. In desperate eyes, the body was directly slashed with two swords and blood splashed.

Su Yi opened the ring and killed the two.

The Holy Mountain has already had its own heart, so why should we converge!

Su Yi is killing at this moment, killing one is killing, killing one hundred thousand is also killing.

Then you can kill as much as you can kill, and kill the heart of the Holy Mountain.

"Hey!"

Su Yi's figure is like a ghost. If the **** of death is harvested, there will be a sacred mountain disciple being killed and blood splashing. This is the slaughter.

The disciples of the Holy Mountain have always been high.

The disciples of the Holy Mountain represent the absolute strength among the peers and are the hopes of the peers.

Above the vast Zhongzhou, any young person is a dream to be a sacred disciple.

But at this moment, hundreds of millions of eyes have seen with their own eyes, the disciples of the Holy Mountain, one by one, such as birds and beasts scattered, can not withstand a blow, scattered and fled, completely slaughtered, is so weak and helpless.

"This is the holy mountain!"

Some people in the crowd can't help but be suspicious. Isn't the so-called holy mountain just like this, deceiving countless people in Zhongzhou?

Of course, there won't be a few people who will really doubt the holy mountain.

The disciples of the Holy Mountain are absolutely strong, and any one is a genius of heaven. All this is that the tyrant Wang Zongyi is too strong and powerful to be like a enchanting.

"No, don't!"

"Nalan, fast!"

"My disciple!"

Outside the holy Wu Mi, on the hill where the holy mountain is located, several old people in the holy mountain are like lightning, gnashing their teeth, and their voices are like thunder, and their grief is inexplicable.