He Has a Dragon

In the electric light and flint, Wang Le's flying sword clenched in his hand was like a sharp axe. He gave Zhao Ye this slow-reacting "wooden post" to the two halves with blood and fell straight to the ground.

When Wang Le withdrew the Hidden Power of the Broken Eye Dragon, and the whole figure reappeared at high altitude and then fell back to the ground, the plain area in front of the towering mountains was like a broken mirror, and it was very rotten.

作为 These three are the strongest in the late days, and of course there is no shortage of good things, so their storage stones have also been confiscated by Wang Le.

However, Wang Le didn't check it carefully. He was thrown into the space of the French eye, and it was not too late to check these loot when he was completely idle.

In the final analysis, Wang Le's vision is too high today, and there are few things that can be seen by him.

Wang Le, who was standing on the broken ground, looked at the towering mountain in front of her, and her deep eyes could not help flashing a strange color.

"I can keep it as it is in the Battle of the Strong in the later days of the Order, without any damage. It seems that the old guy spent a lot of effort in this place!"

King Wang Yue looked at this slightly arrogant mountain, and whispered in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Le couldn't help wondering where the old guy Xiao Zhixuan had buried himself, and he hid deep enough.

However, Wang Le can be sure that the old guy must be within the range of 100,000 mountains.

Otherwise, his enemies in the martial arts world will not come directly to the 100,000 mountains when they come to earthly red dust.

Although it is certain that the old guy buried himself in these 100,000 mountains, the range is too large, and it is impossible to search without missing a corner.

况 Besides, Wang Le didn't want to waste time on it, so he thought for a moment, and immediately died out of his intention to stay in Shiwandashan to find the real tomb of the old guy.

"Instead of finding someone here, you might as well go home early to concentrate on cultivation."

When Wang Le thought of this, he completely strengthened his thoughts.

After all, this time in the hundred thousand mountains for the old fellow Xiao Zhixuan, Wang Le killed too many martial artists.

The origins of these martial arts are not simple. More importantly, there are four heaven-ranked monsters who escaped alive.

In other words, in the foreseeable future, Xiao Zhixuan's enemies knew he had Wang Le.

The ensuing revenge must be overwhelming.

By then, Wang Le believes that the opponent who appears in front of him is no longer a junior high school or a junior high school, but a strong man who has reached the peak of martial arts.

Although he is a rotten old monster waking up from his slumber, how he is also a strong man who has actually reached the peak of martial arts.

Even if such an old monster can't return to the peak state of the heyday, it is not that he can deal with it now.

Thinking of the powerful enemies that he might encounter in the future, Wang Le could not help expressing a sense of urgency deeper, and wanted to improve his martial arts status as soon as possible.

Because only in this way, he can better protect himself and those family and friends around him.

When I thought of it, I saw that Wang Le couldn't bother to take a rest, so he rose to the sky and flew towards the end of the sky outside the Shiwanda Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the purple-golden ray of light disappeared at the end of the sky.

Shortly after Wang Le disappeared, I saw the location of the river that had disappeared in front of the towering mountain, and the gap exposed was nearly a thousand meters deep. With everything, it's like a black hole forming its own world, incompatible with the surrounding heaven and earth.

In the sealed coffin, Yun Longjiu, who had no breath, was lying flat. Xiao Zhixuan suddenly opened his eyes!

Those sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles in front of them, see the raging ground outside, and the arrogant towering mountain.

There was a long sigh echoing in the large coffin for a long time.

Then I saw Xiao Zhixuan's eyes that seemed to be able to see the world gradually dimmed, and then slowly closed his eyes, as if never opened ...

乐 Wang Le, who was already far away at this time, did not expect that the coffin in which the old guy was buried was deep in the river next to the ground.

The so-called lights are darker than this.

Uh ...............

When Wang Le returned to the forty-ninth city, Xiao Yuanfang and Grandpa Mu were relieved.

他们 For them, the existence of Wang Le's forty-nine cities is completely different.

Only Wang Le sits in the forty-nine city, they can sleep well and not be afraid of the charms from the martial arts world.

Even after the entire upper circle of Forty-ninth City learned that Wang Le had returned, it seemed to have the backbone, so there was no need to worry about those warriors who would come to Four-nine-town for trouble.

But for Wang Le, he is not interested in changing the external situation.

In the following days, in addition to enjoying the two-person world with Mu Xiyan, I will occasionally visit Xiao Yuanfang's couple and Master Mu to relax and enjoy themselves.

At other times, Wang Le is immersed in the supreme God-knowledge method of practicing "Three Thousand-Polders". Tough.

This makes Wang Le gradually feel the bottleneck of cultivation as a realm, which also makes him more and more diligent in practice, so that he can break through the cultivation bottleneck as soon as possible and successfully promote to a higher cultivation as a realm.

Wang Wangle believes that once he can be successfully promoted to the middle of Jindan, he will definitely not fall behind when facing the strong man who reached the peak of martial arts.

Unless it is the first peak in the martial arts world, Xiaoyaozi, the returning lord of the market and Emperor Hao, the ancestor of the Qing Palace, Wang Le has the confidence to win.

Of course, if you meet the mysterious ex-Pitou Palace lord, the covert Taoist man, Wang Le can only hold his nose and immediately open the magical eye dragon to hide the power of escape.

Therefore, whenever Wang Le thought of the powerful enemy that he was about to face in the future, he often prayed that he would kill those martial arts strongmen who searched for the old fellow Xiao Zhixuan in the 100,000 Mountains.

As for the Qing Palace, Wang Le didn't care much, anyway, the enmity between the two sides ended in martial arts.

What's more, Emperor Hao, the ancestor of the Qing Palace, has been living in the depths of the restricted area in order to make his own artifact.

As the days passed, although Wang Le's cultivation strength continued to grow, and he was getting closer and closer to the last step, he remembered the four heaven-ranked monsters who had escaped, and he was about to face a strong enemy. There is also growing pressure.

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