Medical Martial God

"Old thing, thank you for making me a Dragon Clan!"

This sudden sound made the pupils of Wushuang Jianzu and Jianwu really shrink. When they looked at the source of the sound, they looked at Ye Xuan who was walking slowly out of the sword array around the black magic. , But his face could not help but change greatly, horrified words came out of his mouth.

"This ... this ... he ... he wasn't dead, not even injured, how could this be?"

"Not only wasn't injured, this guy seemed to be stronger than before. What the **** is going on?"

Today Ye Xuan's long hair is scattered, because his shirt was torn by sword gas, his strong upper body is completely revealed.

He could not see the scar left by the slightest qi in his body, but only a vivid golden dragon pattern curled up on his right chest like a golden divine dragon, with the dragon head pointing upwards, opening his huge mouth as if he wanted to neck him Give a bite, it seems imposing.

His entire right arm is covered with golden dragon scales. With his attitude and momentum at the moment, he is full of an inexplainable aesthetic of violence, which fascinates him.

His left arm is surrounded by black magic, like a black magic dragon attached to him, making him more fierce and aggressive.

The invisible energy surrounding him was also affected by his momentum, and at this moment turned into a dragon shape, filled with an inviolable majesty.

This is the power of the dragon obtained by Ye Xuan in the cultivation of the yin and yang tyrants to the fourth level of dragon realm, but now he can only grasp the power of a dragon, and the dragon tyrants condensed now are just prototypes. You also need to continuously improve cultivation in the later period.

Even so, Ye Dexuan's combat power has been raised again, which is undoubtedly worthy of celebration for Ye Xuan.

After all, if there is no such swordsman ancestral sword array, Ye Xuan would not be able to condense the prototype of this dragon tyrant.

"Xuan Brother!"

Looking at Ye Xuan who came out slowly, Fang Wumin's severely injured face showed a thick joy, and his mouth was filled with excited words.

"Just rest, give it to me here!"

Looking at Fang Wuzhen's severely wounded appearance, Ye Xuan frowned and said with a deep voice.

"How does this work? Let's say we want to fight side by side! And I can fight!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Fang Wuzhen stood up hard, but shook his head gently.

"The power of the silver dragon, drive!"

As his words fell, his hands sprinted and he didn't know what secret method this guy urged. A mysterious power awakened at this moment, and his hair turned to silver at this moment, on his arm. There were even silver scales growing.

Not only that, the injury on his body is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his originally slumped breath quickly became strong at this moment, as if a sleeping dragon slowly woke up at this moment.

Fang Wuzhen, who has not fully mastered this power, will not show up at all until he has no choice but to do so.

Only a moment later, Fang Wuzhen's hair completely turned silver, and the pupils of his eyes also turned silver, refracting the glare in the sun.

A breath that was several times stronger than before was diffused from his body.

At this moment, Fang Wuzhen's realm of strength was directly elevated from the Emperor of the Void Realm to the Emperor of the Supreme Emperor.

At this moment, Ye Xuan and Fang Wuzhen stood side by side, giving the impression that they were not facing two people, but two dragons.

A golden dragon, a silver dragon!

Feeling the atmosphere and state of Ye Xuan at this moment, the look of Wushuang Jianzu is extremely ugly.

He turned his head to Fang Wuji's body, and his mouth had a chilling voice: "The power of the silver dragon, it looks like ... your identity is not just as simple as the apprentice to steal the saints! But, No matter who you are or who you are, if you dare to stand against this seat, you have to die! "

"Jian Wu, kill me!"

As the words of Wushuang Jianzu fell, a more powerful breath spread out from Jianwu's real person. His body turned into a streamer and went straight to Fang Wuyi, attacking him!

"Little beast, you die too!"

Wushuang sword ancestors also attacked Ye Xuan with a strong intention to kill.

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, a black sword raging like a black angry dragon blasted from a distance, attacking them, and attacked Wushuang Sword Ancestor and Jian Wuren. One of them, passing between them and Ye Xuan, hit a distant island and made a deafening noise.

"Wusou old dog, if you want to fight, we will play with you!"

The cold voice sounded quietly at this moment.

"Well ..."

With the sound of these sounds, powerful and sturdy figures turned into sleds leaping from the icy and snow-covered coast in the distance, steadily landed in front of them, and surrounded them.

The first person was vicissitudes of life, dressed in black, holding a dragon sword, extraordinary momentum, extremely pressing.

He is not someone else, it is the crazy monster Lin Feng!

Together with the crazy monster Lin Feng, not only did they have many familiar old faces such as Sacred Derock, Philadelphia's richest man, Jack Rose, Louis Shana, Li Chunyang, etc., but also a large number of powerful and powerful faces. Strong support from Dirock.

Each one is a good pick from a thousand miles.

Their breaths are intertwined, and they gather together like a huge basalt, calm and heavy, and fiercely powerful, making people feel trembling, and they dare not oppose them.

Even the Wushuang sword ancestor and Jian Wuren both felt an invisible pressure at this moment.

They knew that the mad monster Lin Feng and the Saint Devil Rock brought none of them to the weak, all of whom have experienced hundreds of battles and killings, which are not comparable to ordinary warlords.

"Meet Xuan Shao!"

The next moment, under the embarrassing gaze of Wushuang Jianzu, the 168 strong men led by Saint Derock, at this moment, fisted in his hands with both hands, kneeled down on one knee, and a tremor came from his mouth Moving ground.

"Roar!"

Their voices were like Hong Zhong. They were so powerful that they trembled their ears and made their scalp tingle.

The ten thousand-year-old basalts that they condensed out of momentum even roared out at this moment, revealing their momentum, and let Dejian step back unconsciously by two steps ...

"Axuan, how's it going? Okay?"

"Wu, are you okay?"

The words of concern also came from their mouths, such as the crazy monsters Lin Feng, Saint Derock, and Li Chunyang.

Ye Xuan and Fang Wuzhen smiled at each other and shook their heads gently.

Looking at the embarrassing Ye Xuan, the crazy monster Lin Feng and others, the look of Wushuang Jianzu was as ugly as it was ugly. He did not expect Ye Xuan to have such a group of helpers in front of him.

Even if his strength is extraordinary, it will be extremely difficult to solve Ye Xuan as many as they can.

If they had King Shura, the ancestors of the Leng family, and the ancestors of the Song family, they would not be afraid at all, but unfortunately they had all died in Ye Xuan's hands.

I have to say that Ye Xuan's series of plans and methods will greatly weaken the warriors of Wushuang Swords ...

"Old man, what shall we do now?"

Jian Wuzhen couldn't help whispering at this moment.

Wushuang sword ancestors did not speak, but set their cold eyes on the crazy monsters Lin Feng, Di Mo Lek, and others, with a sensible words in their mouths: "Who are you, anyway? Are you planning to visit this muddy water? "

Obviously, this guy didn't know the crazy monsters Lin Feng, Saint Moss Dirk and others because of the perennial retreat.

"Old thing, are you confused? Don't you even know Mad Lord or Saint Holy?"

Hearing the words of Wushuang Jianzu, many of the subordinates brought by Saint Mo Di Rok could not help but sneer.

"Crazy? Sacred?"

I heard that the face of Wushuang Sword's ancestor, who was not a real person, couldn't help but change his face, with a terrifying utterance in his mouth: "Can it be the madness and holy devil in the nine devil kings of the western Shura world? They have not already been Is it dead, how could it be alive? "

Hearing the words of the swordless person, Wushuang sword ancestor remembered the news about the mad and holy demon. After all, although he didn't ask about the rivers and lakes, he still heard about the destruction of the demon temple more than three years ago. Some things come.

At the moment, Wushuang sword ancestors set their eyes on the mad monsters Lin Feng and Dimork and others, their eyes flashed sharply, and cold words came out of their mouths: "When the Temple of God was destroyed Fortunately, he escaped a disaster and couldn't get around in the western Shura world. Will he come here for nosy work? "

"Nosy? It looks like your news is not well informed, let me tell you the truth, Ye Xuan is the new monarch assisted by our brother!"

Hearing that, the corner of Mad Feng Lin Feng's mouth rose slightly and opened coldly.

"He is your new monarch?"

Hearing the words of the crazy monster Lin Feng, the faces of Wushuang Jianzu and Jianwu Zhenren changed in unison, and a terrifying discourse came from his mouth.

They really didn't understand how this Ye Xuan in front of him could actually get their support from the crazy monster Lin Feng and Saint De Diroc, and regarded him as the new monarch.

You should know that in the Western Shura world, in addition to the three emperors and five emperors, the crazy monsters Lin Feng and Saint De Dirk are all terrible beings that can be honored.

This news is too explosive for Wushuang Jianzu and Jian Wuren.

However, soon they calmed down, and Wushuang Jianzu stared coldly at the crazy monster Lin Feng and Saint De Dirk, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and the killing words came out of his mouth: "Then according to you That being said, is Tie Xinxin going against this seat? "

"It's not that you want to be your enemy, but you are always your enemy! Old things!"

Saint Demok answered coldly.

At the moment when the words of Saint Demok fell, he took a step forward, his powerful energy spread out, and his body suddenly disappeared in place.

When his figure was revealed again, he was already in front of Wushuang Jianzu, smashing the powerful iron fist and smashing at Wushuang Jianzu severely.

"boom!"

This sudden change slightly changed the face of Wushuang Jianzu, and the next moment, he clenched his fist and collided with the fist of Saint Derock.

The surging energy like a row of mountains is spreading out in all directions around the two of them.