There were 100,000 people at the gate of heaven, and everyone looked outside the ancient pass.

Suddenly, someone realized that the posture of the immortal who broke his body just now...

"The flying immortal outside the sky, the flying immortal outside the sky of Kunlun Dao Sect!"

"Then this person..."

White hair, alone, with fingers as swords, the realm of mythology.

"This is the Sword Emperor!"

"Sword Emperor Bai Qi!!"

Wei Lan, who was drooping his head and painting a talisman, heard the sound, suddenly stood up, his eyes were stunned, and then he wanted to lift his skirt and run forward hurriedly.

——Senior Brother Bai, is Senior Brother Bai?!

For some reason, her heart suddenly became burnt. A great joy made her burst into tears and laughed. There was a lot of glory in her eyes, but it was pressing her heart to get up.

——I want to help him, I must help Senior Brother Bai!

She focused on her pen.

This stroke determines that a mythical talisman soldier from the legend of Beichen Dao Sect will be drawn. After all, the talisman soldier is just a form. If you want to draw a mythical level, it will take the right time and place or your own heart.

Wei Lan finished painting the extremely Yin and integrated into his mind to draw the pain and darkness. He was originally planning to just draw this ordinary Yin Talisman full of killing aura, but at this time, he suddenly felt happy when he heard that Senior Brother Bai was still alive, which made her experience hope, and the brushstrokes became brighter, one yin and one yang, one sad and one joy. How could anyone in the world experience these two thoughts in the short time of drawing the talisman?

Wei Lan is not even a fantasy, and this mythical talisman soldier is not something her ability can support.

But she had the opportunity to draw, and she decided to finish drawing.

——For Senior Brother Bai.

——As long as Senior Brother Bai can win.

Although there was noisy in Tianmen Pass, Wei Lan seemed to be no one around. She was locked in her brows, her lips were trembling, but her brushstrokes were extremely stable. Finally, she finished her last stroke on the Tai Chi talisman soldier.

The talisman becomes platinum, which looks like a mythical talisman.

A powerful mysterious feeling arose, and Wei Lan hurriedly put the talisman into the secret box and hurriedly ran towards the city in his arms.

Suddenly, she felt a swelling in her abdomen, and some itchyness appeared under her skin and throat.

"Ahem cough cough..."

The mythical talismans were not something she could draw. She forced herself to use her mind to display it. Coupled with the mental turmoil and fatigue over the past few days, it caused considerable damage to the meridians of the whole body.

She coughed up some blood and fell to the ground was shocking.

Wei Lan took a deep breath, bit her lip, and rushed to the top of the city. Now the soldiers were watching the battle. In addition, the girl was wearing a Taoist robe and shouted "I will support Senior Brother Bai", so she passed.

Walking through the dark stairs, Wei Lan rushed to the top of the city. She looked out and saw that the two were fighting together in the wind, sand, smoke and dust not far away.

Although King Quanrong and Xia Ji were of different heights, the power they condensed was essentially dependent on the 100-meter giant.

Bang!

Xia Ji suddenly approached, and a ball of cold ice puck rushed into the body of King Quanrong. With a wave of his left hand, he shook the giant's huge fist that King Quanrong was knocked down. At the same time, he slapped it. The tornado made the giant stunned. The heavy armor zombie was stunned on the spot, followed by a right hand. A terrifying amount of true energy flowed in the meridians, and then broke through the body, rolled up a cyclone, condensing the suspended ice puck vortex.

Immediately, my palms were like clouds, and a terrifying force like a storm blasted towards King Quanrong's darkness, with metal spikes.

Kakka...

All metal spikes broke.

The center of the heavy armor shattered a spider-web-like crack.

Xia Ji pulled his left hand back again, like a bowstring on the full moon, tightening his muscles and iron bones, but he whipped it in a gentle posture again.

A series of fists and palms were like clouds rushing out.

King Quanrong wanted to move, but he felt that he was extremely slow in every move. Even though he punched a confident punch, he hit the soft cotton, and he felt extremely weak.

The 100,000 giant soldiers in the distance were stunned when they watched the invincible king being beaten.

On the city wall, the soldiers' eyes were already filled with excitement.

——It turns out that King Quanrong is not invincible.

——So there is a man who can fight against King Quanrong in the Great Zhou Dynasty?

"Beat him!"

"Sword Emperor, kill him!"

"Sword Emperor!!"

The sound is like a tide.

And Huang Feixiong had long forgotten what he said before.

What kind of force cannot be defeated by a single person?

Even if your Senior Brother Bai is here, he will only resist two more moves and will still die.

What other myths are so powerful that they are just a single assassin. In the overall battle, they have very limited roles.

At this moment, when he saw this scene, he was as excited as a young man, his blood rushing up, and he kept shouting unconsciously, "Okay, okay, okay, very good, drumsticks, where is the drumsticks?!!"

The veteran took the hammer and rushed to the war drum at the top of the city. He took a deep breath and roared loudly with a full breath of energy, "Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!!"

Amid the drums, the King of Quanrong turned into a ten-meter-high ice sculpture under the boy's repeated attacks. He wanted to break free, but was frozen. All movements were slow to the extreme, moving like a snail.

Xia Ji did not stop at all, clenched his fists and pulled them apart, and his terrifying true energy. With the increase of Marrying Moon Wuxiang, the strong wind around him seemed to be pulled by this punch, and rushed towards him quickly. A huge black fist was turbulent in the void.

The huge fist was knocked out, and the speed of this punch was extremely fast. It was given a huge virtual weight, which was further improved in its speed.

The air flow, dust, wind and sand, dead grass, and stone shatters were pulled by gravity, and they were all floating in the air, running directly towards this punch.

Although Xia Ji has not reached the level of Dijiang in power, the ultimate 30,000-year true energy limit of human mythology, coupled with the unique mysterious method of Queen Mother, has surpassed the scope of the human world.

Fist is like a star.

Dragging the comet tail a hundred meters.

It condensed in an instant and blasted forward.

This ice sculpture is destined to be crushed.

It is destined to turn into history and dust in this unparalleled power.

From now on, the historical books should record that the Quanrong King was just a stepping stone to the reputation of Emperor Jian.

With a thought, the heaven and earth are still.

Everyone's hearts were almost all raised to their throats.

Is King Quanrong going to die like this?

I'm afraid this Sword Emperor is the number one person in this world, right?

How old is he?

Seventeen or eighteen?

He is not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also well versed in the gossip martial arts of Taoism!

"kill."

"Kill him!"

"Stop the turbulent killing disaster for these ten years!"

"For all the people who are crying in the world!"

"Kill him, kill him!!"

"Sword Emperor!"

"Sword Emperor!! Please kill him!!!"

"Kill and kill!!"

boom!!!

No surprises.

The ice sculpture turned into dust in front of her eyes, and she didn't even move. At this moment, it was directly bombarded on the spot.

However...

Time seems to be still.

The red blood in the sky suddenly turned into a series of strange and sharp blood-like auras. The evil aura condensed, showing a man's appearance in the distance, with his chest exposed and his breasts barefoot trampling on the ground. His height was no more than ten meters, but his power was even more powerful than before. His whole body was as red as a new pill, his eyes were pitch black, and when he grinned, he had his luscious white teeth.

The person who was smashed into scum can be resurrected or even stronger??

Xia Ji stared at her eyes.

——It’s indeed not that easy. Is this the killing disaster that the Quanrong unites?

——Fortunately, the Southern Barbarian King's section was missing, and it was not fully completed, otherwise I still don't know how powerful it is.
To be continued...