Supreme Celestial Devil

Biquge www.NovelMTL.com, the fastest update of the latest chapter of God Demon!

Ning Xiaochuan felt the blood gas in his body tumbling, and all the internal organs and six organs were hurt by Xuanqi.

Ye Chenglong's cultivation was much stronger than him, a level higher than the real speed, and the speed was extremely fast. He immediately came to Ning Xiaochuan's body and slashed down to the top of his head.

Ning Xiaochuan did not dare to bump into him, and turned his body to the left.

"Oh!"

The Xuanqi Sword fell to the ground, breaking through a half-meter-thick slate, leaving a six-meter-long stone trough full of rubble.

Ning Xiaochuan ran fast and thought hard about the countermeasures.

This Jackie Chan has been immersed in the ninth weight of Xuanqi for more than ten years. It is definitely the ninth weight of Xuanqi. It is thick and powerful, and fast as lightning. It is an enemy Ning Xiaochuan has never encountered. .

Ye Chenglong once again condensed the mysterious sword, and caught up again.

Ning Xiaochuan's heart was anxious, and he felt his neck chill, as if a sword would split his head from the back at any time.

fast! fast! fast!

"Can't escape."

Ye Chenglong chuckled and kicked his feet on the ground, soaring like a big bird, trying to fly over Ning Xiaochuan's head to intercept his way.

Ning Xiaochuan was waiting for this opportunity.

Ning Xiaochuan stopped, with eight martial arts mysteries shuttled in the palms of his hands, condensed into a mysterious sword, and a sword was split towards Ye Chenglong above.

Ye Chenglong soared in midair, unable to dodge at all, but hardwired.

But he was not afraid, and laughed: "I said that your mystic sword had no power at all in my opinion."

With a wave of his arm, the Xuanqi Sword in his hand was also cut out.

"Oh!"

Both Xuanqi swords were broken.

However, Ye Chenglong's complexion instantly became ugly.

Because he saw the second Xuanqi Sword flying towards him.

"Xuanzang body!"

Ye Chenglong quickly mobilized the mysterious energy of the whole body and turned it into a huge mysterious balloon to protect his body. His body fell to the ground violently. As soon as he fell to the ground, he had 100% certainty to kill Ning Xiaochuan.

But Ning Xiaochuan will not give him this opportunity.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

A series of three-handed Xuanqi Sword split out, breaking open Ye Xuanlong's body Xuanzang.

A sword gas cut off Ye Chenglong's right arm, and a hot spring of blood burst out of his shoulder.

All this just happened between the electric light and flint. Ye Chenglong jumped up and then fell to the ground. In such a short period of time, Ning Xiaochuan chopped three swords in a row and finally chopped Ye Chenglong's arm.

Ye Chenglong landed on the ground, and quickly turned Xuanqi to stop the blood on his shoulders. The hatred of Ning Xiaochuan had reached the extreme. "You actually cut off my arm. Today, you must die."

Ning Xiaochuan's mouth was breathing heavily, and the body's mysterious energy was consumed a lot, but the warfare on his body was stronger than ever, and he screamed, "Come! See if you die today or I die."

"And me." Murong Wushuang flew over and stood in the other direction of Ye Chenglong.

Although Ye Chenglong broke his arm, after all, it was the ninth most important practice of Xuanqi, and it still couldn't be underestimated.

The three shot at the same time, fighting in a small garden, the figure turned, the mysterious gas surging, beating Feisha stone.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

In the end, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang flew upside down, blood on the corners of their mouths, and a **** palm print on their chests.

Ye Chenglong stood on the ground with his hair scattered, his body was covered with injuries, his body was covered with blood, and he looked like a sharp ghost, staring at Ning Xiaochuan. "Ning is sick, you give me death!"

Ye Chenglong once again condensed a mysterious sword, and the mysterious energy around his body was violently surging, turning into a tornado.

Ning Xiaochuan stood up with a bucket, kneeled on one knee, and touched his arms with his fingers to find a black dragon scale, wrapped his palm with mystic air, and beat the dragon scale out.

"puff!"

Dragon scales pierced Ye Chenglong's heart.

The black dragon poison directly invades his martial arts heart and melts into his blood.

Ye Chenglong was motionless and twitched violently before falling to the ground.

Dragon scales pierce the heart, and they will die.

Ning Xiaochuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and coughed blood again in his mouth.

About an hour later, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang's injuries recovered.

"Thanks a lot to you this time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get rid of them all today." Ning Xiaochuan said with gratitude on the face, and at the same time said cautiously: "I can cultivate the matter of martial arts, Don't tell anyone, this matter ... it matters a lot. "

Murong Wushuang knew that Ning Xiaochuan's identity was very unusual, and this matter was certainly no small matter, so he nodded cautiously.

Ning Xiaochuan took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Murong Wushuang, and said, "There are ten drops of nourishing fluid in it. You can use it! It will greatly help your martial arts cultivation."

Murong Wushuang took the jade bottle, his face was happy, and said, "Chuan brother, wouldn't you be a psychologist?"

Ning Xiaochuan said: "It's just a junior mental trainer."

With a look of admiration and admiration, Murong Wushuang put the jade bottle in his arms and smiled: "The mind-raisers are all rich people, so I'm welcome."

Ning Xiaochuan said: "I'm curious. You didn't make 50,000 little money a few days ago. Why can't you even pay the old money of Haitang Manor?"

Murong Wushuang's face was a bit bitter, saying: "Because I have a sick grandfather in my family."

"That's it again!" Ning Xiaochuan had a black line on his forehead.

Murong Wushuang hurriedly said, "I'm telling the truth. My grandfather has been sick for more than ten years. I invited several junior psychologists to treat him, and it did not improve at all, even the root cause could not be found. Come. In these years, I owed a lot of money to treat Grandpa, and all the 50,000 small money I made that day were returned. "

"Can't even martial arts Xuanqi and the junior mind trainer be cured?" Ning Xiaochuan said in silence. "When I reach the level of an intermediate mind trainer, I will help your grandfather treat it once."

Murong Wushuang is naturally grateful. You must know that asking a junior mind trainer will cost a lot of money, and an intermediate mind trainer is not something he can afford.

Maybe an intermediate psychologist can cure grandpa's illness!

The steward and guard leader of the Haitang Manor died, always looking for a suitable reason to deal with it, or else it would definitely cause the doubt of the fourth man in Hou Fuzhong.

Ning Xiaochuan is still fledgling, and he still dare not let people know that he has been able to cultivate martial arts.

"There are assassins, there are assassins ..."

Ning Xiaochuan screamed as he ran.

The guards in Haitang Manor rushed in, but they just rushed to the gate of Xiaoyuan and were stopped by Ning Xiaochuan.

Ning Xiaochuan covered the **** wound on his chest and ran out in panic, saying, "Assassins are going to assassinate me, but Qiu butler and leader Ye are killed by assassins to protect me."

The guards were shocked when they saw the bodies of Qiu butler and Ye Weiwei, and they drew out their swords.

"Zhuangzhu, where is the assassin?" Someone asked.

"It was just a while ago. After you came here, he probably knew he couldn't kill me, so he fled ... Well, there, there ..." Ning Xiaochuan pointed at the eaves in horror.

The assassin played by Murong Wushuang, wrapped in a black robe, flashed from the eaves, then jumped over the fence and escaped from the Begonia Manor.

Those security guards chased out the Begonia Manor in a rush, of course, it was impossible to rely on their cultivation to catch up with Murong Wushuang.

For the next two days, Ning Xiaochuan was wounded in the Begonia Manor.

Of course, it's just a look. In fact, his injury has been cured long ago.

In the Purple Gas Garden.

Ning Xiaochuan couldn't leave behind his door, claiming to be injured, and commanded: "Yu Yan, send me all the history books of the Yulan Empire in recent years, preferably the books about the Dark Empire."

Ning Xiaochuan was sitting by the desk, looking through the files, and had read the thick collapsed books.

"Wow--"

A gust of wind came in.

When he was going through it carefully, a man with white cloth all over his body stood behind him like a ghost, his body was wrapped like a mummy, only his eyes came out from the cracks of the cloth, and he was bony. Light.

He looks like a man and a ghost!

Ning Xiaochuan seemed to be aware of it, feeling that the younger generation was cold, and suddenly turned around, facing the "mummy" eyes, and his heart was frightened, but then he calmed down and exhaled deeply, saying: "You It really came to life! "

...

There are already more than sixty fans, and they are getting closer to one hundred. The number of fans reached one hundred, plus three chapters.