Eternal Gate

what...!

General Feilong Ming was stunned, and his voice was earth-shattering.

He is a real saint! It's not even a quasi-sage.

He was angry, his eyebrows were engraved with a secret pattern, and his momentum rose, and there was a silver thunder dragon that circled out of his body, which could be attacked and defended.

The strength of the battle increased sharply, and he thought he could do it again.

Of course, when Zhao Yun kills him, everything will be false.

The howl was loud and useless.

The prohibition law is opened, and it is also a decoration.

Zhao Yun was dominating the sky and the Jedi. Regrettably punched through the heavens and the earth with one punch. Leilong slammed into the board and shattered with a bang. The flying dragon and the underworld general who arrived later suffered the aftermath of the punch, and flew into the sky again, with a tough physique. , cracked open gaps, and blood spilled out.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun is like a ghost, following him like a shadow, and slamming his head and covering his face with a palm.

Fei Long Ming was bewildered by the fight, and in a daze, he only felt cold all over his body.

It doesn't matter, someone gave him warmth, um, it was a warm and kind big hand, grabbed his wrist, swung him up, and slammed into the ground from the sky with a bang. The spectators on the sidelines, their livers are throbbing with caution.

puff!

Feilong Mingjiang gushed this old blood and sprayed it heartily.

Pain, stomach pain, kidney pain, liver pain... it hurts all over the body.

In view of Zhao Gongzi's very unhappy mood, bang bang bang, he gave people nine consecutive falls, and the world trembled. He smashed a genuine saint into a smashed fracture, and even the real body of the primordial spirit exploded. After the crack, the mind is even more chaotic.

Gudong!

The spectators gulped for a while, the surnamed Zhao was too natural.

Luckily, it was the flying dragon and the underworld general, with a good background. If it were another half-baked saint, he would not have been smashed to ashes! Are their universes fighting with people like this?

General Feilong Ming fainted, and was sent to a nightmare by Zhao Yun.

He lost, the saints fought against the quasi-sages, and the defeat was a complete mess.

Look at Zhao Yun, but as if nothing happened, he patted the dust on his body and turned to leave.

Get a good night's sleep tonight.

"Let's go now?" A faint laughter sounded.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure descending from the sky and landed on the messy street, blocking Zhao Yun's way. Upon closer inspection, it was Lu Yang from the sea of ​​​​underworld.

"You hurt me, Young Master Minghai, you need to explain."

After Lu Yang, there were still quite a few figures manifested, either falling on the eaves, or hanging in the void, some with their hands behind their backs, or some lightly swinging a folding fan. Counting Lu Yang, there were as many as seventy-three people, all young people. The appearance of all saints, all of them are full of heroic posture, billowing blood, and powerful power, hitting the space and the universe, all roaring.

eh?

The spectators who thought the big play was over, all came to the spirit again.

Looking at the expressions of Lu Yang and these people, it was obvious that they wanted to clean up Zhao Yun.

Speaking of these people, the big ghosts and the little ghosts all looked at the old underworld general beside him:

"Who is this?"

"Minghai Seventy-two Shaofu Jun." The old general said leisurely.

Hearing this, the big ghosts and the little ghosts are all shocked. It is often heard that the seventy-two palaces in the sea of ​​​​Minghai, each of which has a master of the Shaofu with unsurpassed talent, and the combat power is not weak at all. I heard that it's the first time I see this deity, and all seventy-two are here, plus the young master Lu Yang, the talents of the younger generation of Minghai are all here!

"What do you mean, Zhao Yun and Minghai still have a grudge?"

"If there were no grudges, there would not be such a big battle."

"Seventy-three saints, one kick of Zhao Yun is enough for him to go on the road."

The noise came again, too many people gathered, not to mention the big and small ghosts, even the old generals, and even the master of the ghost town who was standing on the eaves watching the play, were shocked. It is rare to see Shaofu Jun on weekdays, but tonight is really neat, young Your honor is here, and the seventy-two young mansions are not bad. The reason for such a big battle is actually for a little quasi-sage from outside the universe.

"This is going to cause trouble." The two ghost kings holding the abacus looked at the master of the ghost town. The sea of ​​​​underworld is not an ordinary realm. Dian Yanluo is also afraid of three points. If there is no Emperor Ming and the emperor, who can suppress the sea of ​​​​underworld! Now that Young Master Minghai and the seventy-two young mansions are here, if something goes wrong in the ghost town, can Minghai just let it go?

"Let's take a look first." The Lord of the Ghost Town pressed firmly.

No matter how good the Underworld Sea is, it can still surpass the Underworld Emperor.

Of course, for unnecessary trouble, when necessary, he will take action.

As for this moment, sleep is designated to be unable to fall asleep, join in the fun and watch a play!

When it's over, it's time to settle accounts.

"I really look down on me." Zhao Yun glanced at the four directions, the underworld is not easy! In the past, there was the Underworld General of Yama, and then there was the Master of the Shaofu of the Underworld Sea, all of whom were unique talents.

"It's you who will capture it, or this young master." Lu Yang looked at Zhao Yun with a smile.

"Single duel or group fight." Zhao Yun took a breath and wiped it with his sleeve.

"Is there a difference?" Lu Yang smiled coldly.

"Of course there's a difference." Zhao Yun said while wiping his sword, "I'll beat you if you're singled out; a group fight! ... Then the sword won't have eyes."

hiss!

Zhao Yun's words were flat, but he shocked the audience. Is this kid confused? There are seventy-three saints on the opposite side! There are so many of them, they are already at the peak, one pick seventy-three, are you sure you can stand out? Without such bragging.

"Arrogant." Lu Yang shouted violently, and he was about to raise his sword to attack.

"You don't want to use a bull's knife to kill a chicken." Before Lu Yang could attack, he saw a purple-haired Shaofu lord descending from the sky, carrying a sharp golden sword with a deafening sound, attacking the primordial spirit.

"Watch out for his eyes." In the dark, someone sent a voice transmission to Zhao Yun.

After taking a closer look, I realized that it was the stall owner who had given Zhao Yun blood.

After all, he hid in the crowd, for fear of being caught, he couldn't afford to offend the sea of ​​​​underworld.

Zheng!

The purple-haired Shaofu Jun has moved, his body is like a thunder, and his sword is shocked.

He does have a pair of special pupils, which are already flickering with a strange light.

Zhao Yun didn't move at all until the tip of the sword was only three inches away from him.

"This level of illusion, also want to harm my mind?" Zhao Yun said indifferently.

"It's not over yet." The purple-haired Shaofu Jun smiled slyly, with lightning tearing in his eyes.

"I'll make you laugh." Zhao Gongzi was faster, and inserted **** directly.

puff!

Bleeding.

The sly Shaofu Jun, who was still laughing just a moment ago, has been stabbed blind in his eyes in this second, and the lightning that has been conceived is also dead in his eyes. Not only did he not hurt the enemy, but he hurt himself.

"Damn."

The purple-haired Shaofu Jun didn't even think about it, he flew away.

The outsiders let out a dry cough. This showman showed an embarrassed look on his face! When they met face to face, they were stabbed and blinded. Looking at the **** pupils, they looked horrific.