Supreme Martial Dao

Holy Mountain, what to do.

At this moment, the white family’s old man is attacking the holy mountain.

"The old man, the identity of Wang Chen, can now be sure, the breath of the true God, I think you should not feel wrong."

Wujia old man, at this time, it is also like a smile and a few people looking at the holy mountain.

Thinking about the gestures of these few people, at this moment, the veteran of the Wu family secretly sneered.

I want to destroy the king's house.

The holy mountain is a good abacus.

Just, but now it is lifting a rock and licking your own feet.

This thing is actually not necessary for the holy mountain to participate.

At the beginning, the holy mountain was not well connected with the royal family. This point, the Bai family and the Wu family did not deny it.

But, why?

It’s just because of the Fuji family and the warriors.

Now, the Fujiko and the warriors were expelled from the holy mountain. The most fundamental contradiction between the holy mountain and the royal family is no longer the case. The rest of the matter is not easy to deal with.

Why should they involve themselves in this whirlpool?

Now, what should they do.

Now, this should be considered a new hatred.

Thinking of this, the Wu family veteran secretly stunned.

"You..."

After listening to the words of Baijia and Wujia, the faces of several old people in Shengshan suddenly changed.

The words of Wujia and Baijia can be said to have been directly poked into the hearts of the old people of the Holy Mountain.

As if at this moment, they were stripped naked and placed in front of the world.

With the attack of Wujia and Baijia, Liu Jia and Zhu Jia also turned their attention to them.

Even at this moment, the strong people of these Tian Xuan mainland who are present will also be transferred to them.

This makes several sacred mountains strong, as if they were thrown into the hot boiling water.

The eyes of the road, like a group of flames at the moment, put them on the shelf to bake, or, like a handle, to shave them.

The dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, but they are not dead pigs.

Their dignity does not allow them to become dead pigs.

"Wang Chen, the true blood of the gods, inherits the glory of the true God, the war, the sin should die."

Finally, under the gaze of these eyes, the old man headed by the Holy Mountain took a deep breath and said with a deep voice.

"The warrior, take care of yourself, turn away from the true God, ungrateful and guilty, when you are."

After then, the other old people also said with a voice.

No one knows how they feel when they say this, but it is obvious that the look of these people is extremely unattractive.

The situation is now irreparable.

They can't help the warriors and the vines.

Even, they hate the warriors and the Fuji family.

These two families are not enough to be defeated. If it is not their uselessness, Wang Chenyi can survive to this day, and Wang Jiaxuan can survive to this day.

Thinking of this, several people looked at the warriors and looked at them.

"You..."

When you heard the words of the Holy Mountain and saw their expressions, in an instant, everyone in the warriors changed their appearance.

"Can't do this, old man, you can't do this, my warrior is on the holy mountain... no credit, no hard work, how can you do this."

The next moment, the battle of Wan Wan screamed.

The Holy Mountain abandoned them. This time, they completely abandoned them, which made the war unacceptable.

Especially in the current situation, the Holy Mountain abandoned them at this time, which is equivalent to pushing them into the fire pit.

Even, the holy mountain may shoot them.

This makes the battle tens of thousands of people, it is cold.

"The old man, how much I paid for the holy mountain with my Fuji family and the warrior, you know, how can you now..."

Teng Junyue is also anxiously shouting.

"Shut up."

However, the old man who is headed by the sacred mountain, who is not waiting for the vines to speak, is directly angry.

A group of people who don’t know how to live.

At this time, I dare to mention their relationship with the Holy Mountain.

Do you want to pull the holy mountain into the water?

"Teng family, warrior, everyone can get it."

Thinking of this, the old man continues to drink.

A roar, the momentum is stunned.

This roar, proclaiming the sacred mountain expressed their attitude.

In a flash, the situation turned sharply.

The body shape of Teng Junyue and War Wanxing has regressed several times.

At this moment, they seem to be prisoners in despair, so powerless, so fearful, the world is so cold.

No chance.

Holy Mountain, really abandoned them.

This result is like a blue sky.

"Hahaha...Teng family, warrior, die."

Looking at the sacred mountains and the warriors and the rattans completely tore the face, the madman sneered loudly.

They are waiting for this result.

The dog bites the dog, a mouthful of hair, and now the warrior and the rattan family can be said to have lost the last straw.

"Teng family, warrior, destroyed today."

Before the sky, Wang Chen, wearing a fierce battle armor, is finally opening, cold and cold.

The Holy Mountain is in a state of mind, and what else to wait for now.

"Kill."

Think of it, Wang Chen directly.

Oh...

The voice fell, and Wang Chen took the lead to turn into an iridescent light and went straight to the front of the battle.

The thief first smashed the king, the lord of the warrior, and he killed him first.

Hang...

When the body shape rushed out, Wang Chen directly punched out with a fist.

The air is arrogant.

At this moment, Wang Chen, who is in the peak state, combines the boxing of the heavenly martial arts with the momentum of the fire.

"Bastard, Wang Chen, I am fighting with you."

When Wang Chen was killed, the battle was smashed.

In the crisis, he was crazy.

When a person gets into trouble and has no hope, it always inspires a crazy side.

It’s like the current battle, he is like this.

The stormy waves came, the storm came, and the breath of death shrouded, which made him crazy.

All are Wang Chen, they are all emperors.

If it wasn't for Wang Chen, how could their warlords be here? If it weren't for the Emperor, there would be a chance for Wang Chen today.

Whether it is dead, he can't make Wang Chen better.

The face is stunned, and the battle is like a beast.

"Ah... Wang Chen, I want to kill you."

Under the roar, the gods in the hands of the war are sacrificed.

Hang...

The waves are soaring and the red light is shining.

The one-handed squadron, under the urging of powerful power, instantly turned into a big knife that smashed the sky and fell down toward Wang Chen.

哗啦啦......

A knife falls and the space is distorted.

The whole world, at this moment, seems to have been split into two halves.

A crack in a black hole is like a scorpio, dividing the heavens and the earth into two.

The overbearing knives are sweeping at the moment.

This knife has passed, I don’t know how many people are shaking, and I quickly go back.

"Hey, dying, I see how you can."

Looking at the knife falling, Wang Chen’s mouth slightly rose, revealing a sneer of disdain.

Hey to die, still want to struggle.

Where will Wang Chen give the opportunity to fight Wan Xing.

Teng Li, he is still killing, not to mention the military in the late stage of pure Yang in a district.

Moreover, judging from the breath of the war, it is clear that he has been forced to upgrade to the late stage of pure Yang in the past year.

The momentum is illusory, and the strength is not much stronger than the pure mid-term.

There is no control over the five elements.

There are people who are so afraid of it. Compared with Fujimori, it is not enough.

This battle is tens of thousands of lines, Wang Chen is not afraid.

Hang...

In the face of the imposing blade, Wang Chen punched the heavens and the world and directly blew it.

This punch seems to have broken the sky.

This punch banged out and pulled out a shocking rainbow.

Calling...

The wind is sweeping.

Red-haired long hair, fluttering in the wind at this moment.

Fisting and blasting, igniting the earthquake.

The place where this boxing mantra passes, this moment, the endless swordsmanship, was broken.

It’s like a wind against the wind.

Booming...

Finally, when Wang Chentian’s imposing manner reached a peak, it slammed into the long knife that fell.

The general general airwave spreads.

The whole world is now fragmented.

The endless black hole was torn out.

A strip of avenues is cracked and opened.

This punch is like wearing a long sky and breaking through the whole time and space.

Hang...

The momentum under this boxing, with an endless knife, sweeping 10,000 meters.

The majority of the battlefields, under this turmoil, turned into ashes.

The smoke is filled with dust, and the dust is rolling. The aurora bursts like a day, so people can't open their eyes.

"Give me a break."

In the endless light, Wang Chen’s roar came at this moment.

The two sides are deadlocked.

However, Wang Chen will give this opportunity to the other side.

The fire of the fire is burning to the extreme.

In the small Dantian, raw wood seedlings and fire seedlings bloom in the ultimate light.

Two energy fusions, Wang Chen's body is turned into a melting pot, the energy is endless, and there is no limit.

The spirit of the fire, turned into a primer in the furnace of Wang Chen.

With the help of the spirit of the fire, Wang Chen’s power of this wood fire has increased by a little bit.

When this energy is raised to such an extent that Wang Chen’s body can’t accommodate it, it’s completely erupted, pushing Wang Chen’s strength to the limit again.

咔咔咔...

In the smoke, in the endless roar, in the roar of Wang Chen, in the burst of this wave of waves, a burst of low cracks gradually came.

叮...

After a moment, in a crisp sound, I saw a stream of light shining in all directions.

噗噗噗...

The cold light passed, and the dull penetrating sound came.

Ah ah...

The screams are endless.

In that burst of sound, the blood is floating at the moment, flesh and blood.

In front, I don’t know how many warriors are suffering.

Even if they are kilometers away, those streamers still penetrate their bodies.

And these streamers are not the fragments that were created after the broken soldiers in the hands of Wan Wan.

Touch...

In the midst of screams, as the squadrons of the Wars are broken, the remaining waves are completely bursting open.

Wang Chentian Emperor Quan Yu, directly on the body of the war.

"No..."

The body is almost distorted.

With the death of Wang Chen, his fist fell on his body. At this moment, the pupils contracted and widened their eyes. His horrified look was almost desperate.

At this moment, Wan Wanxing seems to have heard the sound of his body, and he seems to hear the sound of his broken bones.

He seems to feel endless cold, and he seems to smell the crisis of death,