Eternal Martial Sovereign

In the void, Xiao Yun will continue to inspire the swallowing uprightness of swallowing the **** tower.

There are mysterious lines flowing on top of the **** tower.

Zheng Feiying took a strong shot to break the devouring cyclone, but the Devouring Heaven Tower has the Devouring Heavenly Supreme and Xiao Yun to join forces to make a shot together. Is it so easy to break?

boom!

The shock of the pagoda shook toward Zheng Feiying's tomahawk.

Under the powerful bombardment of the **** tower, the tomahawk was shaken back.

$ 猪 $ 猪 $ 岛 $ Novel (www). (Zhu) (zhu) (). () Even though Zheng Feiying is holding a king of soldiers, he still can't bear this kind of bombardment.

The aura on the axe seemed to show signs of cracking.

He simply cannot prevail.

Even if the **** is a demigod, it can take a lot of energy to motivate the soldiers.

On the other side, Qin Jian shot and the long gun vibrated, killing Xiao Linger.

However, Xiao Linger, who has the body of the ice spirit, has a unique advantage over one of the ice. Under the blessing of the ice and snow scepter, the combat power cannot be underestimated.

This Qin Jian could not break the ice pattern.

Even if he tried his best to break the ice pattern and pierce the gun, Xiao Linger's ice and snow scepter rushed away and immediately resisted it.

Not only that, a mystery of soldiers permeated, but he wanted to freeze all the god-like patterns blooming from his **** king soldier.

This made Qin Jian feel extremely helpless. The horror of the ice uprising made him tremble and had to be careful to deal with Xiao Linger's attack.

In this way, he did not achieve any record.

On the other side, Xiao Kuanglong's martial arts war is unparalleled in all races.

Yu Wen was furious and defeated Xiao Kuanglong's deity.

Seeing this battle deadlocked.

"It's a shame!" Many onlookers sighed.

Originally, the three major protoss clearly had an advantage.

But when Yu Wenyang fell, the advantage was gone.

"That Xiao Yun can't seem to urge that ancient bow?" At this time, the people who swallowed the soul of Tian Wu were eager to move.

Originally they dreaded Xiao Yun's Siyuan bow.

But at this time Xiao Yun didn't urge the bow for a long time, making everyone have to wonder if he could still cast that lore?

"Don't act rashly!" Zhou Lin's eyes flickered, and if there was an abyss, he said lightly.

It was said that others had to suppress that urge.

"This Xiao Yun is pregnant with fetish. Should we shoot at this moment?"

"If you don't take the shot and wait for Xiao's people to help, it will be too late!"

Many hidden people negotiate with each other.

But people of all races were careful, and no one dared to rush.

It's all because of the fact that there is already a man holding a **** king soldier.

Now that the war is continuing, no one is taking it.

There are more and more people lurking in secret.

"These three protoss really ambush Xiao Yun!" Even Juehong and others were attracted.

Most people in the Starry Sky Terrace watched the battle from a distance.

Few people directly belong to the tribe.

Hum!

Suddenly, in the distance, the figure flickered, and a battleship flew in.

When the battleship came, it was accompanied by a vast war.

"It's Xiao's here!"

"Xiao's people come to support, the three protoss advantages will not be!"

When the battleship came, the noise also sounded in the void in the distance.

"Are Xiao's people here?" At this time, Zheng Feiying and others frowned.

Hum!

At this point, in front of the void, the battleship stopped, then the hatch opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a cyan armor stepped out of it.

When the man strode, a vast war of intent immediately swept all directions.

This is a man with a spear.

"Huh, the three major protoss, do you dare to ambush my tribe Tianjiao, are you going to be against my Xiao family?" The man walked out of the hatch, strode out, appeared thousands of miles away and came to this The battlefield was there, and a low voice was spit out from him, accompanied by a hectic war.

At this time, Xiao's children continued to step out of the battleship.

A total of 28 people, all of them are demigods, the elite among the Xiao family!

"That's Xiao Jing. It's just two hundred years old for Xiao's young man!" The headed man appeared, and an exclamation came from the distance.

"Behind him is Huang Huang, who is also a hero!"

Both men have God King Soldiers!

kill!

Only when they appeared, they killed forward.

Xiao Jing's spear flicked and took that Qin Jian straight.

The long gun stunned and struck Qin Jian's magic gun, immediately setting off a terrifying horror.

Qin Jian's body shuddered, and he quickly backed away.

"Xiao Jing?" Suddenly, Qin Jian's eyes were exposed.

As for Xiao Huang, he was holding a daring sledgehammer and blasting towards Zheng Feiying ahead.

The sledgehammer blasted down, and there was a great deal of warfare falling down, crushing the void.

This is a warhammer, a mountain can be broken under one hammer, unstoppable!

Suddenly, Zheng Feiying quickly resisted with a huge axe.

At the same time, he hurried back and merged with Qin Jian.

Now Xiao has two more demigods holding the **** king soldiers, and they suddenly lose the advantage.

The demigods of the three major deities immediately retreated and gathered together.

"What now?" Yuwen Zhaoran and others asked Zheng Feiying and others, Mulu asking.

"I didn't expect them to come so soon." Zheng Feiying also frowned.

By this time, Xiao's people had stood in front of Xiao Yun.

The cyclone in front of Xiao Yun was restrained, and Xiao Mu stepped out from it.

"You have nothing to do?"

"It's okay." Xiao Mu's eyes flashed, but there was a bit of luck in his tone.

If it weren't for Xiao Yun shooting Yuwenyang with an arrow, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to persist until now.

Not only that, but most of the other people who are lurking in the dark also have to take shots.

It was Xiao Yun's arrow that deterred people of all ethnic groups.

So Xiao Mu remembered that the situation just now could not help but panic.

"You are Xiao Yun, right?" After glancing at Xiao Mu and others, Xiao Jing's eyes narrowed, and his eyes fell on Xiao Yun. "Oh, yes, it really is a young hero. Don't worry, my son of Xiao Never one person, these three races, if they want to go to war, then fight to the end, who is afraid of whom? "After the words fell, he stared at the light and stared at the three deities of the opposite tribe.

"Dare to touch my son Xiao, don't you want to leave today!" Xiao Jing didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and killed himself.

The same was true of Xiao Huang, holding the warhammer in his hand, shining with divine patterns, and turning into a huge sledgehammer.

It seems that they also know that only by speedy resolution can there be a chance to destroy these people.

Otherwise, things will change when the tribal reinforcements come here.

"Okay, take them down first!" Seeing this, Xiao Yun's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward.

Xiao Linger, holding an ice and snow scepter, also killed the past.

Suddenly, the four strong men shot together, but there were only two strong king palm soldiers on the opposite side.

The gap between the two sides changed immediately.

"Xiao is overbearing. The young man who beheaded me at Jiuyang Holy Palace, I am afraid it is difficult to be good today!"

However, just as they shot, a low voice suddenly sounded.

But in the distant void, a spirit bird dragged a flying slug.

The spirit bird's fire flickered, a round of sun condensed on its head, and the hot breath swept through all directions.

When the words came down, a man with a gold crown stood on top of Hida and walked.

The man took a step, palmed his hands, and a round of gold seals engraved with Jiuyang was swirling in the void, turning into a round of repression.

The vastness of the mighty power shook in all directions.

"It's the Jiuyang Holy Palace!"

"Are they going to shoot too?" When Jinyang Shenyin fell, there was an uproar immediately in the distance.

The practitioners of all races turned their eyes toward the direction of Jin Yang.

But they saw four flying magpies there.

In addition to sitting on top of these flying magpies, there is a deity accompanying them.

A total of thirty-two demigods appeared in the Jiuyang Holy Palace.

Two of them came holding the **** king soldier.

"This is Yangxiao, the hero of Chuyun Holy Palace!" Someone recognized the man who took the lead.

"The other one is Chu Shen, who is the hero of Chu's family and also has a king of soldiers!" Such a battle is amazing.

You know, the **** king soldier is extremely rare even among these ancient forces.

Otherwise, Xiao Mu and others will not just control the Phantom King soldier.

Such as Zuo Shaoqin, Yuwen Zhaoran, Longshan son ...

These people are all heroes, but they have no chance to control the **** king soldier.

This is enough to illustrate the scarcity of God King soldiers!

However, at this time, two such figures appeared as soon as the Jiuyang Holy Palace came out, how could it not cause people to argue.

This is enough to show their determination to step in.

"Is this Jiuyang Holy Palace really going to take revenge on that Yuwenyang?" Some young children doubted.

Like those geniuses who walked out of the realm of Shenxu.

"Revenge? This is just an excuse for shooting." Juehong demigod condensed and said to the younger children around him, "Then Xiao Yun obtained the fetish in the realm of Shenxu, and most of Jiuyang Holy Palace is for this Coming from things, such forces are afraid of a lot, this time, Xiao Yun really encountered great trouble! "

This Jiuyang Holy Palace shot, presumably there will be other forces to follow.

boom!

At this time, the god's seal of the Yangxiao flickered and turned into a flame and sky to suppress.

The flame tumbled and burned into the void, with nine rounds of Shenyang rising and falling.

This is a **** soldier made by Yang's god-king predecessors, and now they are obtained by them.

Yang's ...

The Jiuyang Eucharist has been passed down for a long time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This clan does not know how many **** kings have even existed.

The **** king soldiers left in their clan are naturally not comparable to ordinary clan.

The stronger the clan, the richer their heritage.

The Shenyang Heaven and Earth repressed and shrouded in all directions, and the hot flames began to burn Xiao Yun's evolutionary swoop.

"Jiuyang Holy Palace Yang, have you finally shot?" Seeing this, Xiao Yun's mouth evoked a cold arc.

"Brother Xiao Yun!" Ming Ziyu next to her asked.

"Not in a hurry, wait!" Xiao Yun's eyes were sharp.

"Okay!" Ming Ziyu gritted his teeth, and after looking up at the suppressed Jiuyang God Seal, he was silent immediately.