Chapter 1, 249

This battle, the strength of the two sides, and the huge deviations they imagined, is completely different.

Wang Chong Mingming has gone into flames, and it is not appropriate to fight too much, but the battle with Xuan Yin's ancestors seems to be unaffected. Not to mention that there is an extraordinarily unpredictable black-haired village chief.

For a time, even the strongest bone-devil ancestors were also scrupulous and did not dare to take it easy.

"Wei Bie, how do you want me to deal with you?"

At this time, the evil emperor suddenly spoke up.

His eyes slowly swept over the three, and his look was cold.

In such a simple sentence, the three suddenly changed their looks, and they were more scrupulous than before.

Before Dantian was broken, the evil emperor was recognized as the first person of evil, and all the martial arts of all evil gangsters were well known.

In the one-on-one battle, the three evil ancestors never won the evil emperor.

Decades of psychological shadows, where everyone is not afraid.

But the next moment, bang, in the distance, a fierce explosion of smoldering smoldering, like a storm sweeping the world. At the same time, in the perception of the people, a huge breath, like the green ocean, suddenly came in the direction of everyone.

"this is?"

Wang Chong frowned, looked up and looked at the direction of the breath.

The strong sense of Shengwujing is very keen, and the other party gives Wang Chong the feeling that the strength is extremely strong, I am afraid that it will not be under the strongman of the ancestors of the ghosts and Song Yuanyi.

The other party's breath is also very weird, so that Wang Chong can't help but think of the surging deep water, just as the man's suffocating atmosphere contains a strong ocean atmosphere.

"It's him!"

The old man of the evil spirit browed and seemed to think of something, and suddenly looked in the direction of the storm-like breath.

On the opposite side, Xuan Yin's ancestors, the bones and ancestors and others were long sighed with relief. With this sudden appearance, the pressure on the three is much smaller. "The name of the person, the shadow of the tree", the evil emperor in the sectarian world, everyone is afraid, all of them talk about the tiger's discoloration, in addition to his cultivation as a realm, as well as his rich fighting and fighting experience, as well as the hot style of work.

The hardest of the three, the highest martial arts is the sorcerer. But if it is not necessary, even if it is the ancestors of the bones, it is not willing to easily provoke such murderers as evil emperors.

"Hey!"

The wind whistling, the other side seems to have no hidden meaning from the beginning.

Just listening to the whistling sound of the ears, tearing the world, and at an alarming speed, toward the two men.

In the eyes of everyone, a group of majestic spirits, running thunder and lightning, like a meteorite falling from the sky, is coming from afar.

It was only the time that was necessary, and the huge breath passed through the heavy space, appearing in the oblique rear of the bones and ancestors and so on.

Bang, that strong atmosphere, swallowing the sea, a fold in the air, suddenly fell to the ground. The next moment, a wide robe with large sleeves and a silver robe, the fierce silver-haired old man immediately appeared in the public eye.

The old man’s eyes are so good that even if the sky is still early, the old man’s eyes are as dazzling and eye-catching as the stars. The most striking thing is the green-green scorpion inserted in the head of the man, as well as the robes, the left and right chests, a pair of green, long-necked cranes.

The crane has white, Danding, and black neck, but Wang Chong has never seen a green crane.

This sudden appearance of the old man gives people a mysterious feeling.

"It’s really lively! So many of my fellow travelers have come here! It seems that I am still in time."

The old man did not sneer, his eyes swept away, and he quickly skipped from the crowd, while talking, slowly walking forward.

When the old man walked, Wang Chong's eyes condensed, and immediately noticed that on the small gravel on the ground, suddenly there were many small water dews, like dewdrops in autumn and winter.

"The ancestors! It is really him! I can't think of it, a big Luo Xiangong, actually attracted this old monster."

Just as Wang Chong was thinking, a small voice suddenly came from behind, the voice of the old man. When Wang Chong’s heart moved, he immediately gathered into a bundle and passed a voice.

"Which seniors, who is this lonely ancestor, it seems very unusual to see his exercises!"

Wang punched down the voice.

"There are twelve ancestors in the sectarian world, which are the two most powerful ancestors who can't easily be provoked. This lonely ancestor is one of them. His territory is in the northeastern continent. In the area, I never leave easily, and I never easily get involved in the Central Plains. So even if your Master opened up in the same year, he can be alone. His practice is water-based, and as long as there is water, his strength will be Significantly increased. Legend has it that he can even summon the moisture in the clouds to reach the point where the wind and rain are coming."

"In the rainstorm, almost few people can fight against him!"

The map is old.

Although a mind is devoted to the formation method, but for those names in the sectarian world, the old people of the array are still more or less aware of some. After all, he is still a sectarian. The name of the ancestors of the ancestors, as long as they are in the sectarian world, I am afraid that there is no ignorance.

"Ah? Calling for the rain!"

When I heard the old man in the picture, Wang Chong was greatly surprised. Regardless of the past life, or this life, he did not have much contact with the people in the sectarian world. He never knew that there was a school in the sectarian world!

And there are no such schools in the top ten schools.

However, Wang Chong is also well aware that the practice is very important, but the most important thing is people.

There are some people, the talents of the heavens, although there is no such opportunity, learn the top ten wonderful achievements, but with their perseverance and talent, they can practice the exercises in their hands to the creation of the heavens and the earth, turning the decay into magic. Beyond the point where the exercises themselves are embarrassing.

Although this kind of person does not have the top ten achievements, but the strength of one is strong, I am afraid it is not inferior to anyone who practices the top ten wonderful achievements.

To achieve this level, the power has nothing to do with the exercises, and it is powerful, only because the military itself is powerful!

And this lonely ancestor is obviously such a person!

"Hey, come back to a big Luo Xiangong, come well, I will kill you all one by one!"

It was at this time that the old Emperor of the Evil suddenly spoke.

His body murdered, and within a few dozen feet, even the air was twisted, and a brand new, sultry breath erupted from his body.

That breath is completely different from his previous breath, and even Wang Chong feels a little strange.

On the opposite side, the bones and ancestors and other people instantly changed their faces. Even if the ancestors are faintly changed, on the level of murder, the evil emperor is the real first person in the world. The number of sinister masters who have been slaughtered by him is countless. Even the sorcerer is in his hands. Eat too much on the loss.

Although the evil emperor Dan Tian has broken, but he feels the familiar temperament in him, everyone has a lingering fear and a lot of jealousy.

"Here! In this direction, there will be no mistakes! Just now there is a fight!"

"Look there, there are so many people, everyone is going to keep up!"

Just when the atmosphere is solidified, it is suffocating.

Suddenly, a noisy voice came from afar. Far away, I don’t know how many people are coming here.

Wang Chong and others have stayed here for too long. This has attracted the attention of too many people. Throughout the northwest, countless warriors flocked. Even Wang Chong and others, in the face of this unprecedented sectarian martial arts gathering, the heart is also quite taboo.

"Master..."

Wang Chong subconsciously turned his head to look at his master. The current situation is very unfavorable for everyone. Everyone staying here for a moment will attract more attention from the sectarians.

Once a large number of warriors gather, I am afraid that it will be too late to go.

However, when it was said that it was too late, Wang Chong and others had not decided to go or stay. The next moment, a scream of screaming was like a thunder, coming from the north. In the next moment, a powerful atmosphere is like a storm, and it is rushing here.

The figure has not yet arrived, and the sky is like a fire, and there is a blazing heat wave from far away.

"Good! The ancestors of the ancestors, the ancestors of the ghosts, the ancestors of the Xuanyin... The whole top of the world is the best, so the grand meeting can be missed!"

Far away, a figure riding a horse, electric shot. The figure had not arrived yet, and a voice was domineering and immediately rang in the ears of everyone.

"Greedy!"

The horses screamed, and in the eyes of the people, the filmmakers and horses were one, just like stepping on the clouds, flying at an alarming speed.

"It is a four-pole martial!"

The old man in the picture looked at the figure, his lips trembled, and the three ancestors and the ancestors had already had a hard time dealing with them. Now there is another four-pole martial artist with a masculine masculinity. Now the situation is right. Everyone is extremely disadvantageous.

What's even worse is that from the current situation, everyone is afraid that they will not be able to go.

Wang Chong’s robe danced, and there were countless thoughts flashing in his mind. He had never heard of any four-pole Wu Jun, but he could also sense it from the reaction of the old man in the map. This four-pole Wu Jun is definitely a Not weaker than the ancestors of the ancestors, the ghostly ancestors of the eternal strong.

Moreover, the atmosphere in the other party is like a tide, as if a burning sun is in the air, and the atmosphere is fierce, Wang Chong is also the first encounter.

"It seems that there is only a dead battle!"

Wang Chong touched the gathering of the beads in his arms, but at this time he was frank.

The war horse screamed, but for a moment, the four-pole Wujun appeared in the north of Wang Chong and others, stopping at a distance. His body is covered with golden armor, and a wave of heat waves swept over, and the monster-like horse that slammed down his body was so tall.

- If you don't look carefully, Wang Chong almost thought it was an imperial general in the DPRK!