The black mist is billowing, and the dragon is spitting mist!
The bright sword light flashed in the sky, accompanied by bursts of cheers: "Daqi!
"Da Wei!" "Da Chu!" "Da Han!"
Millions of cavalry are waiting in full formation, with great momentum. [High-quality update.]
Lines of cold corpses fell straight from the sky, raining blood.
Nian Tianhou's wild laughter echoed in the sky: "Weak! Weak! Weak!"...
"The capital of a great country is so weak!"
"With dozens of ants, it's hard to attract my interest!"
The other two shook their heads and said boredly. As they raised their hands, the vast rules of heaven and earth were implemented like a torrent.
Boom! The Martial God's side was completely suppressed, and the secret guards flew towards the mighty rules like moths to a flame, leaving no trace of their corpses.
The black mist surged, and Ming Donghou stood in the black mist. His whole figure gradually became hazy, but his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light. "With the power of a country like this, how can the God of War be immortal!"
Boom! The black mist gradually condensed, lingering around the dragon like a horse.
Hundreds of black mist dragons collided with the Luoxia formation. Every time, the black mist like a roar penetrated in and spread throughout the room...
Under the setting sun, the endless warriors turned into pools of blood, flowing.
On both sides of the street, catkins were flying, pear blossoms were swaying, and the fishy wind came slowly, blowing the petals.
At this moment, in the gray sky and earth, a rain of flowers began to fall in vain.
The petals are like catkins, glowing with a faint white light, dotting the world, and wherever they fall, the black mist dissipates.
In the imperial palace, in the deserted courtyard, flowers were flying, and a figure slowly emerged. The plain sword looked so inconspicuous under the flowers.
His hair was as white as frost. Wherever this figure passed, flowers and rain appeared in patches. The black mist dissipated.
Just like that, the figure came up with a sword, walked upward step by step, and appeared above the Imperial Palace.
An aura that made heaven and earth feel sad permeated the figure, the sword, and the petals, and finally blended into the breeze and swept out.
Looking from a distance, the hovering black mist above Di Du seems to be purified and melted away.
"Mu Chen!" Ye Wen suddenly sighed, his tone filled with sadness that he didn't even understand.
"Senior Mu Chen!" Liu Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the not-so-burly figure in the sky, feeling an inexplicable panic in his heart, ranging from panic to sadness.
"The power of one person affects the entire world and thousands of living beings. Is this the strength of Senior Mu Chen?"
Mu Chen was no stranger to either the Ye family children or Liu Dong and others. In the empire, in a deserted courtyard, a man danced his sword in front of a tombstone day and night.
He is very strong. Ridiculously strong! In the past, when Liu Dong asked Ye Wushuang, Ye Wushuang answered like this.
It wasn't until he saw the scene in front of him that Liu Dongfang understood this sentence. "Strong, ridiculously strong!"
Dressed in white, she rose into the sky, her wildly dancing white hair stirring up the rain of flowers in the sky.
Step by step, he walked forward and walked out of the majestic Luoxia Sword Formation.
"Petals?" Nian Tianhou and the others raised their heads in vain, looking at the petals falling from the sky, slightly surprised. These petals seemed to be tangible, but they were not real. "Petals condensed by using rules?"
Nian Tianhou and the other two people looked up and saw that the vast sky and earth were filled with dancing petals wherever they looked.
The aroma is overwhelming, and the surging black mist gradually dissipates.
"Who is it that uses such majestic rules of heaven and earth silently?"
Nian Tianhou raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a rare look of solemnity in his eyes. He glanced past thousands of secret guards and landed on the sky above Luoxia. He saw a figure in white coming with a sword, his hair as white as frost.
Nian Tianhou's body trembled slightly, "Why do I feel inexplicably sad when I see this person!"
"This is the same for me, this person is weird!" The generals of Chu and South Korea both said in confusion, their expressions rarely serious.
Not only the three generals were like this, but the millions of cavalry who were waiting in full formation also felt an extremely suppressed sadness in their hearts at this moment.
The earth-shattering shouts fell silent at this moment, the war horses screamed mournfully, and the whole world was in mourning.
"Weird, there are weird things in this world, there are weird things in this place, and this person is even more weird!"
In the thick black mist, Ming Donghou's eyes flickered, staring straight at the white man coming with a sword, and whispered: "There is such a strong person hidden in Luoxia didu. Previously, the four of us were hiding.
I haven’t noticed that there is this weird rule that I can’t see through!”
"But, if you want to break through my magical power of poison, I'm dreaming!" Darkness like ink flickered in Ming Donghou's eyes, swallowing up his pupils. Ming Donghou's eyes were like black holes, extremely deep. At the same time,
Torrents of black mist surged out crazily from it, "A hundred dragons swallowed the sky, and the poison destroyed the sky!" Ming Donghou's hands were filled with a faint light, and they were pressed into the turbulent black mist, and only a few streaks could be seen.
The black mist dragon soared into the sky, mixed with endless black mist, and swooped towards Muchen.
Hundreds of black dragons came overwhelmingly, with great force.
Raising his eyes, Mu Chen looked at this scene indifferently. He slowly raised his slightly drooped sword and swung the sword forward seemingly slowly. However, the moment the sword was swung out, a long and long sound echoed in vain throughout the world.
The loud roar of the dragon: Roar!
I saw a giant five-clawed dragon soaring out of the sky above the Imperial Palace.
Where Mu Chenjian pointed was where the giant five-clawed dragon pounced. A scene of one dragon and one hundred dragons, fighting between dragons and tigers appeared in the sky. Countless pairs of eyes looked at this scene blankly, especially Nian Tianhou and others.
In their eyes, the power of the empire, which is insignificant, can be so terrifying when used? Liu Dong sighed secretly and whispered: "Although I am the prime minister of a country, the most powerful I can do is use the power of the empire to operate the sword formation, while Senior Mu directly uses the power of the empire.
Defend the enemy with strength, Senior Mu Chen’s strength is unpredictable!”
Sitting in the wheelchair, Ye Tian's eyes moved slightly, and he sighed a little: "There are countless powerful warriors, but the only people who can keep up with the footsteps of the family master are Brother Mu and Fatty Xiao!"
Roar! The giant five-clawed dragon stirs up the pressure of heaven and earth. The white-striped black mist dragon is dim.
Poof! The long roar of the dragon was like a real sword light, and it fell on the soul of Ming Donghou. Ming Donghou's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face gradually became distorted, and he said ferociously: "Although he is a barbarian,
The power of this country cannot be underestimated. Previously, I was careless! But if you only use the power of the empire to suppress me, you are looking down on me, the general of Qi!" Two lines of strange black tears were famous.
The corners of Donghou's eyes fell, and Mingdonghou grabbed the void with his hands, as if he had caught hundreds of black mist dragons, and shouted: "Condensation, the dragon that is the source of poison!" Before he finished speaking, he saw black mist dragons twining around him.
Together, the black mist rolled and transformed into a ten thousand-foot-long black dragon, with pressure permeating it and a faint light shining through its scarlet pupils.
The original voice of Ming Donghou was integrated into this ten thousand-foot-long black dragon. It roared with mighty force, spit out black mist, and pounced towards Muchen again.
Buzz! The flat-stretched sword swayed slightly, and Mu Chen walked forward. The five-clawed dragon, transformed by the general trend, roared and immediately retreated to the sky above the imperial palace. Mu Chen's not-so-burly figure faced the black dragon.
Seeing this scene, Ming Donghou and others were startled at first, and then secretly sneered. Do you want to shake it with your own strength instead of using the power of the empire?
"Arrogant!" Ming Donghou smiled ferociously, formed a mark with his hands, and shouted: "Swallow, the soul tempered with thousands of poisons, devour its vitality!"
The ten thousand-foot-long black dragon opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Mu Chen.
Boom! Endless pressure came. Mu Chen's eyes did not change at all. They were extremely empty, staring blankly at the black dragon. At the moment when it was about to be buried by the black mist, the sword in Mu Chen's hand was unsheathed again.
There were so many fancy things, but they were just flat stabs, and they were submerged into the huge mouth of the black dragon. At the same time, the petals falling all around stopped one after another, and then, like sword blades, they swept out wildly and landed on the black dragon.
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Bang bang! The black mist shattered, and the black dragon retreated like a collapsed mountain. Only a flash of sword light was seen passing through the sky and across the face of Ming Donghou.
Marquis Mingdong was suddenly startled, blood rushed out, and a striking sword mark appeared on his ferocious face. If he had been slow to react, the sword would have been fatal.
"What a terrifying sword style!" Ming Donghou secretly thought. It is not a sword style that opens and closes widely, just like the gentle breeze and drizzle moistening things silently, but the power it causes is so terrifying. If before, Ming Donghou was afraid of Mu Chen,
But now, as long as he is afraid, he exclaims: "Nian Tianhou, the four of us will attack this person together. This person is a variable in our trip and we must not leave him alone!"
Four imperial generals teamed up to deal with an unknown warrior? Nian Tianhou and others looked startled at first, but when they thought of the previous sword, their eyes showed murderous intent, and they stepped out, heading towards Mu Chen.
The few surviving martial arts practitioners tried to block these three people, but were unable to do so.
Ming Donghou also came with a wave of his sleeves, and four majestic pressures gathered together, falling straight down like thousands of mountains.
"Four of you, do you want to fight in a group?" At the moment when the four Ming Dong Hous gathered towards Muchen, a faint and playful laughter appeared in the sky... (To be continued.