Eternal Gate

where to go?

Zhao Yun moved in a space, and instantly caught up with the purple-haired Shaofu Jun, and slashed with his sword.

"Forbidden." Suddenly, a soft chant resounded, and the Shaofu Jun made a move. The man's words followed the law, which really delayed Zhao Yun's movements. Although it was only a third of an instant, it was enough for the purple-haired Shaofujun to escape. , This guy was uneasy when he walked, and when he flew upside down, a light shot out from his body. It was a blood knife, and it slashed at Zhao Yun from the air. In no particular order, there was also a treasure seal. I don’t know which Shaofu Jun sacrificed What came out was a genuine saint soldier, engraved with a mysterious pattern, blessed with holy power, and even a small treasure seal, as heavy as a mountain.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun waved his long sleeves, threw out a sword energy, smashed the blood knife, turned his palm, and flipped over the treasure seal that Ling Tian had pressed. The owner of Baoyin thought that the holy soldiers were invincible, but he was hit hard by Zhao Yun, and he also suffered a backlash.

boom!

Lu Yang stepped up into the sky in one step, and opened the world of vision with a bang.

It was a starry sky, and there was a turbulent sea of ​​stars. If he wanted to use this, he would crush Zhao Yun.

He had a good idea, but he couldn't hold back Zhao Yun's unparalleled punch. He punched through his visionary realm with a punch, and the punch of the tyrannical Jedi caused Lu Yang to step back, and there was still a lot of shock in his eyes. I haven't seen the sun, how did this kid become so strong? His vision in the great world has never been unfavorable, and few people can hold it, even if it is an extraordinary saint, now facing Zhao Yun, he was smashed by a punch.

ban!

The two young masters shouted in unison and sacrificed a gossip diagram.

The pattern is extremely treacherous, yin and yang are vertical and horizontal, hanging down in the sky, as thick as a mountain.

"Forbid your uncle." Zhao Yun sketched the galaxy with one foot, and split the gossip pattern that laid out the void into two parts, and the yin and yang qi were also cut off at the same time.

"Little quasi-sage, still not slaughtered?"

The shouts rose again, and the three Shaofu lords all held high their killing swords and pointed at the sky.

There was a sudden rumbling, and thunder came from the sky and smashed straight towards Zhao Yun.

"Uncle Zhu you." Zhao Yun was quite strong, and a spell of killing immortals traversed the nine heavens.

The thunderbolt was shattered, and the sword intent in all directions slashed back the three casters.

"Repression."

The four lords of Shaofu all put their hands together, and the sky is covered with glory.

The void trembled suddenly, and a majestic and majestic palace suddenly appeared.

This palace is extraordinary, and before it really fell, it crushed half of the sky.

"Press your uncle." As soon as Young Master Zhao drank, the throne of immortality and the coffin of the burial **** came out together, and slammed into the sky from left to right.

"Take it together." A golden-robed young man said indifferently, and came with a long Ge.

The other Shaofu lords, including the blind one, also moved and attacked from all directions.

For a time, the light of the sword, the light of the sword, the print of the palm, the shadow of the fist... the sky was overwhelming, and the hearts of the outsiders who watched it all trembled. Even the holy king would not dare to fight against such a scale of killing!

boom!

Zhao Yun didn't hesitate at all, he lifted his sword and entered the Nine Heavens.

What followed was a roar that shook the sky.

Whether it's a heads-up fight or a group fight! The war was over in an instant.

Looking up to the sky to see, all the monsters fighting fiercely, like seventy-four stars, flashing with various colors of light, colliding again and again, hitting nothingness, lightning and thunder, blood-stained firelight, and blooming in pieces.

To say the most dazzling, or Zhao Gongzi.

The overwhelming attack could not hide his brilliance.

"One pick seventy-three, he didn't fall behind." The spectators were shocked, and even the old general had round eyes, seventy-three saints! I couldn't hold back a little quasi-sage, and I couldn't hold back, and there were frequent bloodsheds. Seeing the figures falling into the void, they were like blood-stained meteorites, smashing the earth with a rumbling sound.

All the spectators were like this, and Lu Yang and the others were even more astonished.

What kind of monster is this, Xiaoqiang who can't be killed?

"Young and outstanding!" It was the old ghost who spoke. He was standing on the eaves of Liangxiang's mansion, watching the big play with his hands in his hands. The more he watched, the more embarrassed he became. , and it's too **** good.

The owner of the plum blossom shop and the mother-in-law Liangxiang were also there. When they worked together to rescue Qin Mengyao and performed the secret technique, they did not forget to glance at the void. Minghai has really cultivated a group of talents! Seventy-three hit a quasi-sage, how embarrassing?

puff!

The golden blood light is reflected in the sky.

It was Zhao Yun who was bleeding, and was almost unloaded by a young man.

Seeing this, Lu Yang and the others all grinned, a series of great killing techniques emerged one after another.

The old saying is good, two fists are invincible to four hands, and he is besieged by seventy-three saints. It is false that Zhao Yun is not injured.

"A hard fight will kill you!"

Many spectators made such judgments.

The quasi emperor is like an old ghost, and it is also predicted in this way.

After all, Zhao Yun was only a quasi-sage, was beaten by a group, and had no helpers.

If you really want to die, it will be a matter of time before you get beaten to death.

"He still has something to hide." The emperor was also a spectator, and he saw it very clearly. That junior named Zhao Yun didn't do his best. In other words, Zhao Yun had hidden a scruple from beginning to end. ...As an outsider's scruples, the so-called people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. He has no backstage, no strong people to protect him, so he can't let go of his hands and feet, because he doesn't know, after the massacre, whether there will be any more Fate is, in the entire underworld, someone will face the entire underworld for him as a little quasi-sage...?

puff!

Under his gaze, another golden blood flower bloomed proudly.

Half of Zhao Yun's physique was shattered by a terrifying magic weapon.

The **** battle stopped at this moment.

He stood with his sword in hand, blood dripping from the body of the sword.

The seventy-three saints blocked in all directions gritted their teeth.

Such a gang fights against a small quasi-sage, and he was killed with blood all over his body, which is a great shame.

"Do you still need to fight for nothing?" Lu Yang smiled faintly.

"Later, I'll cut you first." Zhao Yun glanced.

"Let go."

These words came from Emperor Ming, and only Zhao Yun could hear them except the emperor.

Just because he could hear it, his eyes flashed with bright golden light.

It was the voice of the ruler of the underworld, and he could hear the tone. Since the emperor of the underworld spoke, it proved that the emperor... would not be punished for his killing.

That's enough.

Zhao Yun let go of his last scruples and really let go of his hands and feet.

With a roar, his body ignited a golden flame. The laws of the way of war were like thunder and lightning, interweaving and flying. His black hair like a waterfall also changed three colors at this moment, that is the sky. Sha, magic and desperation.

He has come from the underworld, and he is proud of his eternal bones. Today, he is the first time to fully use his combat power.

This is also what the Underworld Emperor wants to see. He wants to see what this junior looks like with full combat power. His underworld talents have not seen war for many years. It is not bad to use outsiders to temper it.