Heavenly Monarch of All Times

On the battle platform of Shura, countless eyes stared at Nie Tian and Nie Yurou. They were puzzled and surprised, but more vicious.

Nie Tian’s sudden appearance interrupted the battle of Shura’s battle, which made them very upset.

"Nie Tian brother." Nie Yurou felt the bad eyes of the crowd, can not help but secretly tighten Nie Tian's hand.

"I am there, nothing." Nie Tian faintly said, did not say anything.

"Bad boy, you know, your current behavior is to provoke the night to repair the field!" At this time, the black referee, once again, the killing in the eyes became more intense.

"How about that?" Nie Tian suddenly looked up, his eyes were low and watery, not a little bit of fear, but a strong sense of war.

"Well?" The black referee suddenly stunned, apparently did not expect that Nie Tian was so arrogant.

"Bad boy, provoking the dark night Shura field, there is only one in the end, dead!" Immediately, the black eyes trembled and screamed.

The low voice fell, the surrounding space shook slightly, dozens of black figure appeared in the sky, the whole body's momentum was surging, like a real killing, locking Nie Tian.

Shura Guardian, appeared!

"Sura Guardian!" The crowds around the crowd looked at dozens of black-looking figures that appeared suddenly, and they exclaimed with amazement.

Most people just know that there are Shura Guardian protection in the dark night Shura, but there are very few people who really see Shura.

The night of Shura has been in the city of the night for hundreds of thousands of years, and there are few who dare to provoke the Shura field.

So in most cases, the Shura Guardian is just a display.

But who can think of it, now Shura Guardian, even because of the emergence of a late warrior of the Lord God.

"Bad boy, I don't know how long it has been. No one dares to provoke the Shura field. Your appearance is very timely, just to let Shura Guardian, a little things to do." The black referee smiled coldly, then his eyes gestured, let Shura dark Wei hands.

Outside Shura’s battle platform, Sugawara saw this scene, and the dense sweat on his forehead was obviously tense.

He has already perceived that these Shura Guardians are very powerful, and each one is the highest peak of the gods.

If it is a Shura Guardian, he may still be able to cope, but with so many people, he can't compete.

"Slow!" Just as the Shura Guardian was ready to start, a voice rang, and immediately a figure like lightning, flashed past and appeared on the platform of Shura.

Everyone stunned and thought they were blind.

But they calmed down, but they saw that a short figure was standing in the air.

Nie Tian's eyes are slightly condensed, looking at the person who suddenly appears, not someone else, it is a small wind.

"Well?" The black referee snorted and immediately looked at the blast, cold and cold: "Who are you?"

At this point, the referee was very strange, because the speed of the blast was too fast, which surprised him.

He feels that no one except the people of the blast can have such a fast speed.

"I am the patriarch of the blast family, the wind is small!" The blast was small and straight, and said loudly.

"The blast is small!" When I heard the name, everyone looked violently, and my eyes stared at the blast, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Because of the fact that the emperor of the Y month was wearing a green hat, the name of the blast was spread widely.

Many people, although they have never seen a small wind, know his name.

At this time, when the blast was heard, the identity was revealed, and everyone could not help but talk about it.

"Is he a small wind? How do you grow into this look?"

"It’s amazing to grow up like this and to seduce the emperor’s nephew!"

"At the beginning, he almost stunned the Princess of the Y Dynasty, and he did not expect it to be this kind of respect. It is really eye-opening."

The crowd is talking about it, one is harder to say than the other.

However, the blast is a small one that does not care at all. Since he himself shows his identity, he has already made all the preparations.

"Boy, you said that you are a small wind, I must believe it?" The black referee sneered, with a weird smile in his eyes.

Although he was puzzled, he already believed in the majority.

The speed of the blast is very fast, and it can be proved by this that he is a member of the blast family.

However, this referee heard that it was not strange that the blast was made by the emperor of Y in the Y-moon.

"By this, do you believe?" The wind blew a little smile, and then a black jade appeared in front of the black referee.

"Blasting Xuanyu!" The black referee saw the token in the small hand of the wind, and could not help but tremble and scream.

"Blasting Xuanyu!" At about the same time, everyone around me screamed and looked surprised.

They have not seen the blast of mysterious jade, but they know that the blast is a family secret of the family.

In the rumor, the blast family only had two hurricanes, one in the hands of the patriarch and one in the hands of the young patriarchs.

And everyone knows that as long as you get the people who have the blast of Xuanyu, you can unconditionally ask the blast family to complete one thing.

No one thought that the small wind actually took out the blast of Xuan Yu to prove his identity.

"Now, you believe in my identity." The wind blew a small gaze, said sinkingly.

"Since there is a blast of mysterious jade, it means that you are a small wind." The black referee smiled and said: "All said that the small wind is a shame of the blast family. I did not expect that your hand still holds the blast. Xuan Yu, it seems that your young patriarch has been kept."

"What is my status in the blast family, it has nothing to do with you." The blast heard the irony in the black referee's words and responded coldly.

"Oh, it really has nothing to do with me." The black referee sneered twice, and immediately his face sank and said: "The young master of the wind, even if you are still the lord of the blast, but you are hard to defend the battle platform, this is Provocative night in the Shura field."

"What am I doing, I understand." The blast responded coldly and then looked at Nie Tian and said: "He is my friend. Just now he was good at repairing the platform, and it really violated the rules of Shura."

"However, as far as I know, there is another rule in the night of Shura. If you are a person who challenges the king of Shura, you can step on the Shura platform at any time, right?"

"Well?" Hearing the blast novel, the king of Shura, the black referee slammed a bit, and immediately sneered, screaming: "Just rely on him, a waste of the Lord God, and want to challenge the king of Shura?"

"What? I didn't get it wrong? The silver-haired boy wants to challenge the king of Shura?" At the same time, the crowds around him screamed, and looked at Nie Tian with a strange look, cold and ridiculous.

A warrior in the later stage of the Lord God, who wants to challenge the king of Shura, is simply looking for death!