Infinite Heroes Seat

"Give me to die!"

Amidst the inexplicable roar, the Heroic Spirits constellation flew backwards like a meteor. Before the body arrived, the hurricane that it brought up would blow the sword aura of the Zhuxian Sword Array to pieces. : / / /

In the sky, Wan Jianyi suddenly changed its color, and on the Peak of Tongtian, the spiritual energy of the other six veins was poured into the colorful giant sword, the light was shining, and the giant sword doubled out of thin air, and then cut it down in the air.

The next moment, a crash!

The brilliant brilliance is so dazzling that no one can open his eyes.

The loud noise that cannot be described in words shook the entire sky.

The sea of ​​clouds of thousands of miles was blown away in an instant, the mountain peaks quaked, and the rocks flew horizontally. There were countless huge cracks on the mountain like a knife cut, as if the end is coming, and the whole world trembles in the collision.

I don't know how long it took, or what happened, before everything returned to peace.

Everyone opened their eyes, watching everything around them, and they felt a sense of rebirth in their hearts.

The original colorful ocean of sword energy in Zhuxian Sword Array has disappeared.

After the blow, the sky was cloudless, and only a piece of blue was left, as clean as if someone had just wiped it with a cloth.

The three figures stood there quietly.

Mo Wen held Baguio's hand and looked at Wan Jian.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Mo Wen opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly his complexion changed, a big mouthful of blood spurted from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and the whole person fell on his back.

"Don't smell! Don't smell!..."

Seeing Mo Wen Qiqiao bleeding, he passed out. Baguio recovered from the unpredictable blow just now, gave Wan Jian a vicious look, but ran away quickly while holding Mo Wen.

on the ground. The people in the right way were originally worried about who won the battle and whether the ancient sword of Zhuxian could contend the mysterious throne, but when they saw this scene, they felt wide in their hearts and cheered.

Among them, several elders even jumped out, shouting loudly.

"Wan Jianyi, you can't let go of that demon!"

"Kill him!"

"kill him!"

...

But Wan Jianyi was silent. He just watched quietly as Baguio hugged Mo Wen and left. He shook his head and smiled bitterly until all the demons on the Tongtian Peak had left. Slowly fell down.

A group of Qingyunmen elders quickly surrounded them, one by one, grieving, and full of resentment towards Wan Jianyi.

"How can you let him go? Do you know that he is pregnant with the three methods of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demons, and he will definitely be the catastrophe of my righteous way in the future?"

"Stop evil. How can you let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

"Can't kill him this time. It will be difficult next time!"

...

Qingyunmen suffered a great disaster this time and suffered heavy losses. At this time, seeing the culprit running away, it was naturally annoyed, and all of them were a little bit nonchalant.

What's more, he pointed to Wan Jianyi and said suspiciously: "Wan Jianyi, you were confused with these demon cult monsters back then. There is no killer at this time. Do you have any ideas?"

And listening to this accusation, Tian Buyi and others glared at him. Wan Jianyi's face was filled with a bitter smile, and his face flushed.

"How, how to kill?"

With a wow, under everyone's attention, Wan Jianyi spouted a mouthful of blood, holding the Zhu Xianjian in his hand, and fell down on his back.

"Brother Wan!"

Seeing this, Tian Buyi was anxious and hurriedly squeezed away the elders and rushed in, helped Wan Jian to his feet. Tian Buyi checked one or two, and then his eyes reddened and shouted at the elders. .

"Senior Brother Wan's internal organs are all shattered. What do you want him to do and do!"

"what!"

Shuiyue shouted in exclamation, threw herself down in front of Wan Jian, embraced him, shook the opponent's body vigorously, and kept crying: "Brother Wan, wake up, wake up, Don't leave me anymore! Don't leave me anymore..."

The miserable voice makes people feel painful.

Everyone was silent, and the few elders who made accusations bowed their heads in shame.

By now, they still don't know how they are. The battle just now suffered both losses, and Wan Jianyi was afraid of the return of the Demon Cult before it was strong until now.

Silent and speechless, everyone was immersed in grief. With ten thousand swords and one bit of true essence, they might not die now, but their internal organs are broken, and they will never live long. That is to say, this one The genius of the past, the savior of the entire Qingyunmen today, is going to go like this.

Being supported and walking over, Daoxuan Zhenren looked at Wan Jianyi lying in Shuiyue's arms, a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, but in the end he staggered and stretched out his hand to Zhu Xiangu who was holding Wan Jianyi in his hand. Sword, he is the master of a door, he must calm down.

But when his hand touched the simple hilt of the sword, Daoxuan Zhenren's face was no longer able to maintain his composure.

There was a crackling sound, and a crack visible to the naked eye came out from the middle of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, which became thicker and longer.

In the end, under everyone's attention, this Qingyun Gate, the most precious treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years, has been cut into two pieces, and slowly separated.

The lower half was held firmly in the hand by Wan Jian, but the blade of the upper body was inserted into the ground.

In Qingqiu September, the breeze blew, and looking at the two dazzling sword bodies, everyone in Qingyunmen felt a biting icy cold, but it was even colder than this icy cold in their hearts.

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Not to mention that everyone at Qingyunmen here is very timid, and Baguio's situation on the other side is not very good.

Below Tongtian Peak, she who had almost cast an infatuation curse was still stained with blood, but she was holding the unconscious Mo Wen tightly, and her face sank as she looked at the ill-intentioned gazes.

"What do you guys want to do?"

Next to her are the people of the Demon Cult. Because of her, the ghost king has the most people, and the ghost king with the four great sages is among them, but there are also many people in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, although the poison **** is not visible now~www.wuxiamtl.com ~ But I must be here soon.

It's just that now these people are all watching Mo Wen greedily, and the heat in their eyes makes Baguio feel painful.

After all, many of the people present also saw the power of Mo Wen's ‘Treasure’. At this time, seeing him in a coma, how could he not be malicious?

"Sect Master?" The White Tiger Saint Envoy glanced at the Ghost King, then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Now that the Poison God hasn't come yet, as long as we start, the treasure may fall into our hands. The power of that thing may be more than four. The spiritual blood formation is even bigger—"

The ghost king also hesitated in his heart. He walked a few steps, but he met Baguio's eyes.

"Father, don't force me to hate you!"

Holding Mo Wen tightly, Baguio stared at the ghost king. (To be continued...)

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