The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

"It's a bit interesting. It seems that there have been a lot of geniuses in Shiyan City this year!"

"The man who has always hidden his strength should have achieved the strength of the gas-making environment. In the previous competition for Shiyan City, it is good to see a six-powered environment."

The two young men sitting in the Accord have been whispering and discussing. The book network and the demon month have been staring at the ring, I don’t know what I am thinking.

This year's Shiyan list competition, compared to the previous, the overall strength of the military is much higher, but also has two martial arts.

Ye Hou was shot by Ye Mo, and fell to the ground, looking at the strange eyes around him, feeling countless humiliation.

Ye Mo was only in front of him in front of him, and now Ye Mo can beat him with just one finger.

Ye Houhua’s humiliation was anger. He immediately climbed up and attacked the ring. The sword of the lower hand was still drawn, and he kept waving. The five swords and shadows flashed, and the red power of the sword poured out. The swaying swords all returned to one, forming a huge sword, and shooting against Ye Mo.

Ye Mo stood in the ring, not flashing, and the huge sword was directly on Ye Mo's body.

"boom!"

The leaf moiré fretting, and then a slight shock, the sword gas is scattered, said: "This is the sword of your cultivation of Dacheng? It is simply a blow."

"How is it possible, how is it possible? I have a full blow, but I can't hurt Ye Mo!"

Ye Hou couldn’t accept this fact completely. He was taken back a few steps in horror. One accidentally, the soles of his feet stepped on the air and fell directly from the two-meter-high platform.

Everyone is shocked to watch Ye Mo, the martial art of the martial arts, hard to fight the five weapons of the military, how horrible? With the improvement of the realm, the defensive power of the self will also increase, but there will be no martial arts that can be used to fight against the five powerful warriors.

This Ye Mo is too horrible!

Ye Mo stood on the ring and said loudly: "Who else wants to go to the ring to challenge me?"

Ye Mo suddenly showed the strength of the powerful, the warrior standing on the platform, no one dared to challenge the stage, and Ye Mo also completed the last place.

"Since no one continues to challenge Ye Mo, then the city owner announced the results, Ye Changsheng, Ye Mo, Qin Tianmu, cold wind, cold and cold successfully won the qualification to enter the three major leagues, followed by the top five rankings, If you win the top two, you can get the ally of Qingyun League. If you win the third place, you can get the ally to the unparalleled alliance. If you win four or five, you can get the ally to Tiandi League. ”

Qin Lan announced loudly that the scene began to give a warm applause.

The cold wind stood on the platform and reached out and said, "My sister and I left the rankings!"

The cold wind must be with the younger sister, Qingyun League can't go, can only go to the non-double league, and can withdraw from the ranking competition.

Qin Tianmu thought that he could not reach Ye Changsheng and Ye Mo, and he also withdrew from the rankings and got the ally to the unmatched league.

As for Ye Mo and Ye Changsheng, they can only go to Qingyun League.

But the two must have a battle. This is what Ye Mo proposed. The first thing that Yemo symbolizes is not glory, but transcendence. He wants to go beyond his father and go up step by step. When Ye Qing was young, he defeated the second-ranked warrior in the Shiyan list with absolute advantage.

Ye Mo also wants to defeat Ye Changsheng with absolute advantage. He wants Ye Hao to know that his choice was wrong. Their Ye family drove away the most talented teenagers in Shiyan City, which is even more fun than washing them.

"Ye Changsheng, why dare a battle?" Ye Mo pointed to Ye Changsheng standing on the ring, and said loudly.

Among the Accord, two young men representing the United States and the World League were watching Ye Mo and Ye Changsheng with great interest.

On the contrary, it represents the demon month of Qingyun League. "The young people are young people. They have already won the qualification to go to Qingyun League, but they still have to fight for the so-called first battle."

"The demon month, the comparison between the two, can not just see who has a stronger potential?"

Above the ring, Ye Changsheng also turned his attention to Ye Mo. The strength that Ye Mo showed before was already beyond his imagination, but with these strengths, it was not enough to pay attention to him.

"Humph!"

Ye Changsheng jumped directly to the platform where Ye Mo was standing. His face showed a smile that was not easy to detect. He said: "Ye Mo, your strength is indeed beyond my imagination, but you are not my opponent, but I am still Will deliberately lose to you, because there are people who are more suitable to kill you than I do."

After Ye Changsheng finished, Ye Mo felt that a breath was locking him, and he was sitting on the roof in the distance.

"Deliberately lost to me?" Ye Mo almost laughed: "Ye Changsheng, I did not expect your strength to be promoted to the nine-fold qi, in the past few months, there must be a master to help you improve the strength, Yes, it's really good."

"Do not talk nonsense, try you first!"

Ye Changsheng said, the hand is a purple sword, the sword shines, very extraordinary. Dao: "Ye Mo, I tell you the truth, I have been spotted by the leader of Qingyun League, and I have learned the martial arts of spiritual skills. With your strength, it is impossible to defeat me."

"A big tone!" Ye Mo said faintly.

"I have this strength, but you will never see my true strength." Ye Changsheng said, suddenly broke out: "Purple Day"

轰然~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ye Changsheng’s body is a burning sun, pointing to the long sword, a huge purple flaming sunrise now on the long sword, the sun is like a heavenly sun, a burning breath Can oppress any monsters, gods.

Ye Changsheng's purple day is like a real hot day.

And this purple day, Ye Changsheng did not play the real power, he was afraid that Ye Mo could not borrow his trick.

Even so, the purple day is also full of wind and clouds.

However, just as Ye Changsheng's momentum climbed to the most violent peak, Ye Mo's hand flashed a burst of guns.

Ye Mo shot, and did not think about the extra movements, Ye Mo directly stabbed a shot, this gun, ordinary, but out of thin air appeared a gun.

This gunman, the imperial emperor, the breath is not just fierce, but bloody, anger. People don't feel sharp, and they don't feel sharp.

It was such a faint shot, all the breath of Ye Changsheng, burning, radiant, and hot, like Han Haochun, boasting the emperor, melting snow and ice.

This gun melted the **** guns and was unremarkable, but Ye Changsheng felt that there were countless ghosts and ghosts, and the **** ghosts were beside them.

The dark guns with a touch of blood and red light, flashing, like that flash, combined with countless blood souls.

boom!

After the guns were over, the huge sun broke out and turned into a ball of fire, scattered around, and Ye Changsheng whole people flew out, the clothes on his body were cut open, and a chest appeared. Huge hole.

Ye Mo said faintly: "Ye Changsheng, whether you have retained strength or not, you can't stop this gun!"