Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

I don't know if he was hit by the beast roar and fell to the ground, or he escaped early.

The candle dragon priest jumped up in a hurry, looking around for traces of slave heaven.

But, the ground is full of panic monsters, as well as the trampled self-soldiers, where can I find the slavery?

Rumble--

When the Beast Howl ended, the 20,000 barbarian soldiers had no alive and were all trampled to death.

Nu Tianyi himself, also disappeared without a trace, I do not know if it was trampled into mud.

The beast roar that he summoned, instead of causing any harm to Xia Qingchen, killed himself!

"King!!!" The candle dragon priest screamed mournfully.

The torch was extinguished, and even Lou Nan was lost.

Lou Nan, really destroyed?

At the altar, Xia Qingchen withdrew his expressionless colorful hair strands on his index finger with a blank expression, and said lightly: "The demon king's hair strands are really good."

Before the demon emperor left, he cut a piece of hair to Xia Qingchen.

With its hair, the monster that is not as strong as her will be afraid of attacking the holder.

The vast majority of the beasts in front of them are low-level monsters, not only dare not to attack the holder, but afraid to turn around immediately and run away.

"However, you can survive the beast roar, and you can also hide my soldiers, and came behind me, but it was a bit unexpected." Xia Qingchen said indifferently.

Thirty feet behind him, a young man covered in dust, disheveled and covered in blood, stood behind him, staring coldly at his back.

Of course, Yu Tianyu will not die so easily.

He was surprised, not only did not flinch, but instead shuttled the beast howl, from the altar of the altar, and reached behind Xia Qingchen.

"The thief captures the king first." Nu Tian left the residual blood on the sleeve of the shirt and calmly said: "You and I are dueling, after all, it depends on each other's strength."

Xia Qingchen slowly turned around and looked at him with a negative hand: "You are very confident in your own strength."

Nu Tianyu grinned, and a force of the moon realm that the barbarian should not have was circulating in the palm of his hand.

"Oh, do you also build martial arts?" Xia Qingchen was slightly surprised.

The barbarians only cultivated their physiques, but not the martial arts, but it was well known. They never thought that the slavery of the slaves was a different kind.

Not only did he practice martial arts, but he was so advanced!

Liangjing and Zhongyunjing, known as the land of martial arts, can be 20 years old, how many people reach the moon?

Except for the emperor who did not know the depth, there was none!

Even if it is Xia Qingchen, it is still a line away!

"No!" Nu Tianyi shook his head lightly, his clothes shattered, revealing a chilling body.

Its body is dense and dense, with hundreds of runes, at first glance, it looks like a greasy blood.

"I am Wushu Shuangxiu!" Nu Tianyi smiled slightly: "The world only knows that I am good at war strategy, but no one knows. What I am best at is actually my personal strength!"

He and Xia Qingchen are actually the same.

The world is attracted by the aura of their **** of war and military division, ignoring their earthshaking personal strength!

"It seems that our bet, you lost." A gust of wind blew up the long hair of Nu Tianyi, covering his eyes.

laugh--

A sharp flash of light flashed through him, bursting out of his eyes.

Also shot together, and his horrible figure almost one thousand seven hundred feet!

The distance between the two sides is thirty feet, just turn around!

In the palms of Nu Tianyi's palms, the power of the moon in the round of Xiaoyuewei, the strength of the strong and unmatched physique, are combined into one, hitting Xia Qingchen's chest hard.

Xia Qingchen stood still with the violent wind, and he didn't even have too much expression on his face. He just put down his hands behind his back: "You may have misunderstandings about martial arts double cultivation."

He raised his palms!

Two stars spring wide open!

The built-in space is wide open!

The evil Buddha's meridians are wide open!

Three different forces gathered in the hands of Xia Qingchen and collided positively with Nu Tianyu!

Crackling--

As if a thunder exploded, the four palms of both sides were stamped together fiercely, and the two unparalleled peerless powers broke out in the holy land of Lounanjing!

On one side is the human power of black and gold, on the other side is the blood of the wild god.

The heaven and earth dimmed by the loss of the torch were illuminated by two beams of light.

The people looked up and saw only two figures of Wei An, and they palmed each other at the top of the altar without moving.

Silent!

Di Ning Xi Yin!

Time and space on either side seem to be caught in a huge stop.

Everyone's eyes stared at the showdown between the two.

One of them is the God of War, and the other is the peerless military division.

One is the dragon in man, and the other is the descendants of the gods.

EMI time and space, the most outstanding two rising stars in the ages, collide at this moment!

Who is better?

After a burst of airflow, Xia Qingchen took a step back!

He lost!

Under the altar, tens of thousands of armies felt inexplicably lost and unwilling. Did their **** of war lose?

Do not!

Suddenly, they found Xia Qingchen put his hands on his back again and stood there calmly and calmly.

But Nu Tianyi still maintained his arms stretched out flatly, and after a while, he suddenly fell on his knees and fell to his knees weakly.

His eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth are all gurgling blood.

He lost his last vitality as a puppet, his head drooping deeply, his arms down weakly.

"You... won..." Nu Tianyi said with difficulty and bitterness.

This statement represents the destruction of his lifelong pursuit.

Xia Qingchen was not qualified to become the master of the three realms in one day.

"Why, you and I are born in the same era?" Nu Tian squeezed his fist reluctantly, rolling two drops of blood mixed with tears in his eyes.

"Looking at the three realms of the world, no one can compare with me. Even if the emperor who claims to be the first arrogant of the world is unified, I don't care about it!"

"If there is no you, the Lord of the Three Realms, who will leave me alone?" Nu Tianyu raised her head and smiled miserably: "But, with you, there will be no day when the slaves of the world will be born!"

Genius, the greatest sorrow, is not to show talent.

Rather, at his most stunning moment, he was shrouded in the light of another genius.

In fact, what he should not show the most is his strength.

Because, the duel of strength will make Yu Tianyu more desperate.

Xia Qingchen looked at Nu Tianyi and did not comfort him. Some of it was only mercy and a slight contempt: "You, therefore, are only worthy of this projectile land and become the so-called Lord of the Three Realms."

The Lord of the Three Realms is the life wish of Slave Heaven. Hearing this remark, he was irritated and sneered and asked, "What about you? When you are your lord?"

Xia Qingchen shook his head and looked at the sky above him, said lightly: "My end point is in the sky."

boom--

Deep in the sky, thunder rolled over.

Nu Tian was shocked and wondered: "Your ultimate goal is to become a god?"

This goal is too unrealistic.

For thousands of years, no one has broken the void as a **** after the barbarian, and even the strongest in the solar realm has never been born.

It may be said that it is unrealistic empty talk to make a lifelong ambition.

In today's era, anyone who dreams of becoming a **** becomes a mockery of idiots who say dreams.

Xia Qingchen, such a genius at the top of the three realms, has such a naive idea, which is really ironic.

He was really unwilling to lose to such a person.

"God, what is it?" But, Xia Qingchen gave an answer that Slave Heaven had never had in his life: "I, I want to be the **** of the gods and the king of all gods!!!"

boom--

His words seemed to affect the world!

A purple thunder that broke through the dark clouds and the night, thundered down from the nine days, and fell **** the altar.