Eternal Gate

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun descended from the sky, and the platform he stepped on made a bang.

"Damn it."

The elder snorted coldly, making all kinds of plans, and Zhao Yun still caught up.

"Three brothers."

Zhao Chuan staggered and smiled.

"Don't die."

Zhao Yun said, pouring in a mouthful of spiritual liquid, and the blood gully all recovered.

"Zhao Yun, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhao Yang snorted coldly, feeling a little dazed, but he showed his momentum.

"Go down, I'll come."

Zhao Yun patted Zhao Chuan. Seeing Zhao Yang's expression, it became colder.

The previous sword was enough to kill Zhao Chuan.

I really underestimated Zhao Yang, and became cruel, but the six relatives did not recognize him.

"I'm not Yan Ming."

Zhao Yang sneered, and the implication was obvious. He won't have a battle with you. The position of the young master is about to be decided by Laozi. The pinnacle is against the four layers, and Laozi has no reason to lose.

Zhao Yun was silent or casual.

Zheng!

Zhao Yang didn't talk nonsense, and attacked on the spot, cutting out a sword aura with one sword.

Zhao Yun did not move, using the soul to control the sword and protect the body with the two swords, allowing his sword aura to be fierce, but it is difficult to get close to him. This alone is enough for the audience to be surprised. Seeing you back for the first time, Zhao Yun stood there and didn't move, and just two swords flew back and forth. Is this the sword controlled by mind?

Compared to the surprises of others, Zhao Yuan felt particularly distressed.

When he left, his child was fine.

See you in March, one sleeve is empty.

These days, his son should have suffered a lot. If it weren't for Zhuge Xuan Dao's pull, he would have rushed to the stage early, perhaps because he was afraid of Zhao Yun's distraction.

Quack!

While talking, Dapeng hovered down and landed outside the martial arts arena.

Don’t even look at it’s poor appearance, but it’s domineering and leaky. It landed in a hurricane, and its background was slightly weaker like Yankang. It was blown out of place. The master Zhao Yun experienced a **** battle, and his murderous aura was so tempered.

"That... is the psychic beast?"

The children of the Zhao family, as well as many elders of the Zhao family, all had their eyes bright.

I have seen many flying mounts.

However, those are basically raised in captivity, and the psychic beasts are still seen for the first time. It is only because of psychic techniques that few people know well, or in other words, the requirements are extremely strict and require special bloodlines. It is difficult for ordinary people to enter the sky. .

No one knows how Zhao Yun did it.

"Then whose little baby."

I saw Dapeng, and I also saw Xiao Linglong on Dapeng’s back. Zhao Yun came down ahead of time. She was still sitting on it, holding onto Dapeng’s hair tightly with her hands, for fear that someone would fall off inadvertently. If Yuan’s true disciple was thrown to death, it would be too embarrassing.

Whoosh!

The fat old man probed his hand, took her over in the air, hugged her in his arms, looked up and down, the pink flesh was so cute, Nima was really cute.

Zhuge Xuan Dao was not very honest, stretched out his hand, squeezed the small face of the person, he was an old guy, he liked the little guy, this may be the legendary next-generation relatives, but Xiao Linglong's generation is better than They are tall.

Counting from Hongyuan, like Lao Xuan Dao, she had to call her uncle.

"Little girl, the skeleton is surprised."

"When I grow up, I must be a beauty."

"Come on, give Grandpa a smile."

The fat old man, Zhuge Xuandao, the purple-haired child, and the little black fat man get together for nonsense, such as studying a baby, surrounding Xiao Linglong thoroughly, sometimes even reaching out, squeezing the face of the person, squeezing the person's small arms and legs , And laughter is not normal.

Xiao Linglong's face was a little dark.

A rejuvenation, still so embarrassed, this group of immortal, this group of little rascals, really bold.

I waited for my old lady. When I resume my cultivation, I won’t be finished without crying.

Compared with them, Xiaocaifan and Chi Yan had beautiful eyes, and seeing Keren'er's little girl, it was a maternal instinct.

This group of people is really interesting.

The stage was full of enthusiasm and no one was going to watch it. Just put this little research girl, as if she didn't come to see the battle, but came to get together to talk nonsense.

That's right, Zhao Yun is on the court, there is no difference between watching and not watching.

Zhao Yang is far from his opponent.

Indeed, the difference is not a star.

Since the beginning of the war, Zhao Yun has not moved from beginning to end, like a stone carved statue standing upright, only using the soul to control the sword, two swords to attack the hegemony, he has long been practiced by him, and Mingming is two swords, but at first they look like two. Daoguang, Zhao Yang, who fought against him, retreated steadily, and the blood on his body was printed one after another.

"Will this be swordsmanship?"

Too many people are amazed. They really don’t know how Zhao Yun controls the sword. He has played the Yujian so exquisitely. It seems that it is not the control of the sword, but someone who uses the sword to attack, and comes with a mysterious sword. If you can't see the sword style clearly, you can see the two lights flying around, the clank sounds harsh, the humming sound trembles the mind, just that kind of aura is not what they can compare.

"How can it be so strong." The Great Elder couldn't sit still.

For today's test, he took great pains to prepare too many hole cards for Zhao Yang, all of which were aimed at Zhao Yun, such as the explosion talisman, Zhao Yun's body style, including Zhao Yun's psychic beast, etc., all found ways to deal with it.

Only after the war started, what he did was useless.

Zhao Yun didn't move at all, using the most basic swordsmanship.

Just this, Zhao Yang was unsteady.

"In these three months, what has he experienced."

The children of the Zhao family, especially those who had previously humiliated Zhao Yun, looked startled, looking at the vitality and blood, surging majestic, and looking at the vitality, they were also strong enough.

Only in March.

A trash, you have reached this level, let's go!

"It's not moving like a mountain, it's hard to know its yin and yang."

The neutral elders have more beards, their old eyes are deep. Compared with Zhao Yang, Zhao Yun seems to be more suitable to be a young master. Zhao Yang does not have all his xinxing. In terms of talent and aptitude, Zhao Yun is also enough to crush Zhao Yang. .

Just imagine, a broken pulse body, such an achievement in March, how enchanting Zhao Yun should be, just a swordsmanship is enough for Zhao Yang to be embarrassed, if he moves his trump card, Zhao Yang will be defeated within three rounds, Xiu For the suppression, in front of Zhao Yun, it seems to be a decoration.

In terms of background, Zhao Yun at the pinnacle of true spirits is far inferior to the four-fold Zhao Yun. You know, Zhao Yun has only one arm left. If the limbs are healthy, it is even more incomparable.

"Is that my child?"

Zhao Yuan murmured, looking at him in a daze, it was too strong and outrageous.

"Look at who taught the apprentice too."

Zhuge Xuan Dao hugged Xiao Linglong, teasing and talking casually.

"Dare to ask senior, Yun'er's master is..."

"Hongyuan, Daxia Hongyuan."

"Hong..."

Zhao Yuan blurted out, but the rest of the word was stuck in his throat. At that moment, he didn't sit firmly. As a Daxia, how could he know that Hong Yuan was recognized as the number one in the world! He was actually the master of his child.

Until now, he did not know why Zhao Yun Nirvana against the sky.

Hong Yuan needs no one. The rumor is a quasi-immortal. It must be a means to reach the sky. If a spiritual vein is broken, how can it be rare to live in his old man.

What he wondered was how Zhao Yun worshiped Hong Yuan as his master, and the world's number one disciple's vision should be extremely harsh.

Is it his son who passed the test?

Zhao Yuan couldn't sit still.

To be more precise, it is a bit dizzy and quite unreal.

Looking at Xiao Linglong, her eyes were a little slanted.

See! That kid named Zhao Yun was actually deceived by the name of her master, such as Lao Xuan Dao, who were basically fooled, able to perform the aura of Tianwu, this is a god-level charm!

puff!

As he spoke, Zhao Yang, who was overlord, bleeds again, and kicked back.

The most unacceptable one was still him.

And he was the most uncomfortable.

Really confronted Zhao Yun, only to realize that the gap between the two was far from the same level.

The more so, the less he believed it.

He is the pinnacle of the true spiritual realm! Zhao Yun is only the fourth level, five small realms! It is actually the most basic swordsmanship, he beats blood frequently, and he has been arrogant since he was born. He has never suffered such a blow. The last moment of heaven, the next moment of hell, this state of mind is more uncomfortable than being struck by lightning. .

lb! Cang Dang!

The sound of metal collision is endless, and the flames are blooming.

Zhao Yun's sword attacked.

Zhao Yang danced sword to block.

One is not moving like a mountain, the other is quite embarrassed, and the battle is in full swing.

"That kid, there must be a martial soul."

Old Xuan Dao stroked his beard, only the fat old man could hear it.

However, Xiao Linglong could also hear that he has a martial spirit, did you know that?

"Without pinch tactics, it is obviously controlled by the soul sword."

The fat old man put his hand in his hand, seemingly more real than what the old Xuandao could see.

At this point, we really came to a conclusion.

Just because I saw it, I was shocked.

Zhao Yun's servant is only in the real spiritual realm, can his spirit transform into a martial soul?

Is Hongyuan helping him again?

If that is the case, Na Hongyuan is too terrible. The world's number one is indeed not built. It is no wonder that Dry Mountain will be defeated. The same craftsman, one spirit, one martial soul, is undefeated.

what....!

Zhao Yang roared, with great momentum, and suddenly a storm appeared.

It is not the secret technique of the Zhao family, but the power is good. It is submerged in it, even if it is not drowned, it will be swallowed. Zhao Yun smells the power of taboo from within. It should be a terrible forbidden technique. .

"After fighting for so long, this trick is barely enough."

The child with purple hair had not watched the battlefield. He was a focused child. He just teased the little Linglong, the chubby face of the human little girl. He has touched it many times. I have to say that the hand feels good and the little guy is really cute.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded, and Zhao Yun Yulongyuan was in front of him, buzzing, with dragon breath lingering, surrounded by golden light, and even the character of Dunjia Swastika on it, also blooming, the sword is magnificent and powerful, and the sword splits open The tumbling waves.

puff!

Zhao Yang spurted blood, kicked back, and every step he took back, he cracked on the battle platform.

Zheng!

Before he set his shape, a purple light came oncoming, it was the Zixiao sword, the sword aura overflowed, the sword light was icy, and the stinging air drew sparks.

Zhao Yang's eyes became prominent, and his pupils shrank.

He couldn't avoid this sword. Seeing the power of that sword, he could kill him with one sword.

"Yanger."

The great elder stood up suddenly, as did the elder beside him.

The sword might be too strong and you will die if you hit it.

Of course, when the point of the sword was less than three inches from the center of his eyebrows, he stopped abruptly. Even so, the remaining sword power broke the fleshy skin of his eyebrows, and there was blood flowing. It was Zhao Yun's delicate control, and he really wanted to kill. For him, one thought is enough.