The first five hundred and thirty-four chapters

But only for a moment, Hu Li Daxian looked like electricity, and his attention quickly shifted from the distant recovery to Wang Chong.

"Boy, you are really looking for death!"

Hu Li Daxian’s eyes were cold, and his eyes suddenly burst into a murderous murder.

Although there were some mistakes at the beginning, the cultivation of Hu Li Daxian quickly understood the connection between Wang Chong and the generation.

"This time I want to make you die!"

The sound of Hu Li Daxian has not fallen, and it has risen in the air. At the speed of thunder, he rushed to the back of the battlefield and approached Wang Chong at the cliff.

Hey!

The air is tight, this moment, let alone Wang Chong, even the Ouyang Changheng next to it feels the horrible death of a dangerous egg.

With the strength of Hu Li Daxian, this attack will come over and the two will die.

"generation!"

During the electric light stone fire, Wang Chong suddenly burst into an earth-shattering embarrassment.

When it was said that it was too late, it was at the same time as Wang Chongxi’s voice. Hey, in the twinkling of an eye, countless swords, broken swords, and broken swords are coming out of the air. They are like a meteorite belt in space, and they are all around the world. When these flying swords appeared, they were still ordinary iron swords, but even if they didn't even blink, they all changed from the color of black iron to golden yellow, and the brilliant light was more dazzling than the sun.

"boom!"

Like a comet across the sky, the next moment, the body shape of a generation instantly disappeared on the altar. In the void, there is only a sigh of the same day, wrapped in thousands of golden lightsabers, brilliant, and rushed toward the other side of the stone bridge.

Boom, just a blink of an eye, two terrorist forces that have exceeded the imagination of most military people slammed together in the void. For a moment, in the perception of the people, the whole world and the sky at the same time seemed to be still, and all the voices between the heavens and the earth disappeared.

But the next moment, the unmatched suffocating suffocating, sweeping in all directions like a huge wave.

"boom!"

On the ground, a sectarian warrior did not respond, was hit by the strength, the whole body bones immediately squeaked, spurting a blood, like a soft cloth bag fell to the ground, no breath.

On the rock wall a dozen meters away from the ground, squatting, the strength is over, like a sword passing over, leaving a deep groove mark on it, and countless earth and stone have fallen down.

"Retire, retreat!"

The panic of the panic resounded through the heavens and the earth. The power of the generation and the power of the great powers of the great powers was too horrible. It was only the aftermath of the suffocating that a sectarian master could be alive and dead, even if it was the strongest of the imperial martial arts. It will also be instantly injured. Once you enter the area where they play, there is only one dead end.

In the sky, the generation of the generation and the power of the great powers has just begun.

Hey, the swords in the sky are long, the numerous golden swords, the broken swords, and the remnants of the sword under the command of a generation, turned into a magnificent golden sword gas storm, overwhelming, rushing to the sea, toward the tiger force It slammed the past.

"boom!"

Just listening to the earth-shattering loud noise, the overwhelming sword gas made the heavens and the earth eclipsed. It was just a blow that shook the body of the Huli Daxian, and the powerful power was almost absolute. The advantage will fly out of the big force of the tiger.

Hey, Hu Li Daxian is so arrogant in his body, but in the face of a generation of dead people, Pei Mo can be a blow, still being thrown out of the air by the terrible power of more than ten meters.

For a moment, Hu Li Daxian suddenly changed his face. In today's era of martial arts, thousands of martial artists can reach the peak of the holy martial arts, the level of the generals is extremely difficult.

Can reach the peak of the generals, similar to the level of Song Yuanyi, there are very few.

Being able to stand out from the thousands of such warriors, break the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and pry into the higher mystery. When you step into the micro-environment, you can be called the peerless genius in the martial arts, such as the second generation of living dead, Yang Lixian, Luli Daxian is a strong player of this level.

And to reach the level of Tiger Power, it is simply a delusion for the ninety-nine of the world's warriors, so even if Wang Chong is as talentless as ever, the savvy is extraordinary and unconventional, and it is not the opponent of Huli Daxian.

However, the current generation does not belong to this category at all. This is the true pro-disciple of Da Luo Xianjun. His strength is unfathomable. He is the most powerful of the six generations of the underground palace. Moreover, the spring and autumn period in which the first generation is located is the glory of the martial arts. For a time, the strength of the tiger power can not be resisted.

"boom!"

Without waiting for the reaction of Tiger Forces, he was flying away. At the same time, a generation of long hair danced. His eyes looked at the front, locked the tiger force, and one arm was lifted high. In an instant, Wan Jianchang A monstrous sword gathered from all directions. In the blink of an eye, a milky white sword with a length of thirty or forty meters slammed out of the body.

At the same time as the Jianqi appeared, behind the generation, the void was distorted, and the iconic "Thirty-three Days" of the Daluo was magnificent and magnificent, and suddenly appeared behind a generation.

But unlike the previous five generations of living dead, the "Thirty-three Days" behind the first generation are soaring, and look closely, as many as twenty-nine layers, each layer is golden, majestic and solemn, giving people a great feeling. Shocked.

The bang, the air vibration, the roar of the earth, the generation of this sword is faster than the imagination, only to see the milky white shovel smashed the void, smashing the sea, only a sword, it has crossed a lot of space. Almost at the same time as Jianqi appeared, he immediately hit the opposite side of the Tiger Force.

Rumble, this sword directly flew out the tiger force, and the sly squatting on the rock wall behind, splashing countless smoke, the devastating force directly blasted a huge pit on the hard rock wall. The hole, the large piece of rock rolling, fell from the top.

"what!"

On the ground, there was a burst of exclamation. When I saw this scene, all the black people were shocked. Even Yang Lixian and Luli Daxian noticed the movement here, and both of them showed a very shocking look.

The strength of Huli Daxian is extremely powerful, and it is far stronger than either of them. As the strongest player in this operation, if even the Tigers can't resist a generation, here is no one is a generation. Opponent.

“How can this be? How can this generation’s strength be so powerful!”

"What the **** is going on? Isn't the generation already dead? When I first came in, even his soul breath completely disappeared from here, why can he fight?!"

Although the two still occupy the absolute upper hand, but this moment, they can not help but be shocked and feel extremely uneasy.

Even the powerful Yangli Daxian and Luli Daxian are so uneasy, and the panic in the hearts of ordinary black people is even more imaginable.

"It's now!"

Unlike other people, in the face of the power of a generation and the power of the Tigers, Wang Chong does not have any retreat, and this level of fighting aftermath can not threaten him. During the flash of the light stone, Wang Chong’s gaze flashed, and he quickly locked the Yangli Daxian and Luli Daxian who were fighting with Song Yuanyi, Xuanyin’s ancestors and others.

With the strength of Wang Chong, although it is not the opponent of Hu Li Daxian, but only want to deal with Yang Li and Lu Li Da Xian, it is more than enough.

"boom!"

In the light stone fire, Wang Chong’s body was vertical, and he had not waited for Ouyang Changheng to react. Wang Chong left a long trajectory in the void, and the whole person had already rushed toward the sky in the sky. past.

At the same time as he rushed out, Wang Chong only felt that the palm of his hand was hot. A majestic purple energy seemed like a thunder and lightning, and suddenly poured into Wang Chong from the Da Luo Xianjian.

With the help of this huge force, Wang Chong's entire strength suddenly increased, and the whole person's spirit has also increased dramatically.

"No, it is that kid!"

In the sky, Yang Lixian’s sense of smell is more sensitive than many people think. He used to rely on the huge strength of the micro-environment to squat with Song Yuanyi and Xuan Yin’s ancestors, and suddenly felt Wang Chong’s As the breath approached, the whole person changed his face instantly.

The sword that this humble man has erupted has been so scared by his power.

"Hey!"

There was no time to think about it, and Yang Lixian’s suffocating retreat from Song Yuanyi and Xuanyin’s ancestors, and suddenly fell over, and a fierce palm rushed to Wang Chong.

"The sheep fairy is flying!"

With the violent drinking of Yang Lixian, a huge golden sheep's hoof is as big as a mountain, and the surface is burning with flaming golden flames, wrapped in devastating power, and heading toward Wang Chong.

And this move has not yet fallen, the second in the blink of an eye, the third mountain-like huge sheep's hooves followed by the sky from the sky at an alarming rate.

The immortal flight of the sheep is the artistic conception of the intensive trampling of the flock, but in the hands of the sheep force, this move is enough to let any warrior who enters the micro-environment, even some strong people into the micro-environment, be wiped out.

However, Yang Lixian still underestimated the strength of Wang Chong.

"boom!"

In the light stone fire, only one loud bang of the landslide, the most powerful attack in the top ten in the Middle Kingdom, the first martial art of the martyrdom, once again, was re-emerged in the ground.

Hey, Wang Chong is just a sword, and the air is cut like a wave of water. The powerful flaws directly penetrate the space of dozens of meters. A sword smashes the sheep in the sky, and the sky is as big as a mountain. The golden hoof has just appeared, and it immediately wipes out the rain.

"what!"

Just listening to a scream of madness, Yang Lixian's hands clasped his chest, like a broken kite, and was rushed out by Wang Chong. On his chest, the blood spewed, and the blood was actually a little red in the bright red, which looked completely different from the blood of ordinary people.

"You, ... you, you dare to hurt my fairy, boy, I want you to die!"

The golden crown of the head of Yangli Daxian has already fallen, and his long black hair is scattered. His face is twisted and his eyes are staring at Wang Chong, revealing the killing of the sky.

This is that, the power of the stunned eyes of Yang Lixian is so crazy.