"Which alternate sage is this? Why don't I know, what is the name?"
"The Son of Ouyang, the Holy Lord Kai En became the alternative Son. Yesterday, it was better than me than me. Is this crazy?"
"I have noticed Ouyang Son. The previous fighting two times was a dangerous victory. In the end of the sanctuary, I actually dared to challenge the ten sidelines to join forces ... This, I am afraid that the Son of the Son of the Skin is afraid to say this.
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"Brother Ouyang is so handsome, so brave!"
Nympho
Discussing the disciples below, the ten sorted scholars' faces are iron, and one person challenges them all. Is this looking down on them?
The saints of Yingguang can't see the anger, Gujing Wubo: "Are you questioning my decision?"
The words are one word, each word is like a 10,000 -pound heavy object knocking at Ji Cong's heart, giving him great oppression.
"If you dare not even doubt, what does it mean even if it becomes a saint?"
Ji Cong did not give up, Yushu was in the wind, so many female disciples looked at it.
He sighed in his heart. Ji Xukong could really cause trouble, and the Lord of the Holy Lord was really poisonous.
With the position of the Son as a bait, you can think of it.
"Why do you promise you!"
Ji Congxin smiled, and his performance has always been cowardly. At this moment, there was a sharp sharpness on his body, which made people dare not look straight: "This is just a suggestion of the disciples.
"Are you sure you have to challenge the ten together?"
"Why not do ten?" Ji Cong did not shrink back.
"Arrogant!"
"I also asked the Lord to make me and him heads out. If I lost, my Xu Fei exited the position of the alternate Son!"
Ji Congxin said here that there are several sorted scholars who can no longer sit still!
The anger rushes, the fire is three feet, and you will fight with Ji Congxin to die.
"Okay, since Ouyang Feng took the initiative to demand, you can play one for eleven.
If Ouyang Feng can win the other ten other people, he will be the new Son of Everbright.
If not, be degraded to ordinary disciples, especially with the effect. "
The words of the Holy Lord, there is no slightest emotion.
Many elder disciples have turned their eyes to eleven alternate saints on Xianwu Farm, especially Ji Congxin, who didn't pay much attention in the past, and wanted to see what he was extraordinary.
The Xianwu Terrace of the Holy Land has been completed for thousands of years. It has four or five acres of size.
Ten candidates stood in a circle, surrounded Ji from the heart.
But there was no one who took the initiative, and ten, when they were shameless!
They are all confident, and they can suppress Ji Congxin by themselves.
But if someone does not do it, wouldn't it mean that he was the weakest?
"Why, do you dare to do one of the ten?" Ji Congxin laughed, trying to force them to do it quickly.
It is best to self -esteem, one by one, otherwise, together, he said goodly, there is not much chance of winning in his heart.
After all, it is impossible to be a saint, without a three -board ax.
"I'm here to defeat you!"
The alternate sage named Xu Fei couldn't help it. A big black puppet flew to the air, such as a vicious black dragon. It was fierce.
Ji Ji was not afraid of his heart. A bite of yellow orange clocks floated above his head. The eight basalt beasts lived flexibly and blocked each other's big cricket.
The two strikes, colliding with bright sparks.
He fights with Xu Fei.
Ji Xin used two ordinary secret techniques to defeat Xu Fei's hit.
"Ouyang Shengzi, there are two brushes, you can play with the ten saints, there is no hope at all." There was a disciple commented.
"I suddenly found that Ouyang Shengzi was so handsome! Why haven't you seen him before?"
"Come on Ouyang Son, defeat the top ten saints, and become the new saint!"
Suddenly, some female disciples said, her eyes risen, staring at Ji from the body's body, her eyes didn't blink.
"He can't win." There were male disciples reminded.
The female disciples are dissatisfied: "But does this not prove that the courage of Ouyang Son? Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountains that are biased towards Tiger Mountain, dare to challenge the top ten saints alone.
Love love! "
Nympho
After playing a hundred tricks, Ji more than the vomiting of Xu Fei's vomiting from his heart. If he rolled down the ground, he had to completely fall off the ring.
Another at a critical moment in Tsing Yi's alternative saints, stopped Ji Congxin, the two fought.
After 110 moves, the Son of Tsing Yi vomited blood and retreat. Another black robe was selected as the Son, which was much stronger than the previous two.
The female disciples were panicked, and they were worried that Ji was defeated from her heart.
As a result, after the Black robe Son, after the twenty -twenty moves, he entered the first two scholarship and the saints!
"He is playing pigs to eat tigers!"
"Damn, he wants to solve us one by one!"
"So cunning, don't he want to challenge us alone? In all him, everyone shot together and abolished him, otherwise we could not be a saint!"
The remaining seven samples of the Son spread each other and saw that Ji Zhixin planned. At the same time, the next moment should be resolved first.
I don't care how to bully less.
Otherwise, the position of the Son may be gone.
On the high platform, the Lord of the Light, finally showing a smile on his face.
The purple gourd, the blue god sword, the dark stove, the big sword of silver and white like a dragon ... Many magic weapons have made a bright light, covering Ji from the heart.
The seven samples of the Son are unstoppable, and each of them is arrogant. Now they deal with one person together. They are confident that even if the god is shaken, the Sacred Son is here, and they have to drink and hate.
"well."
Ji Cong sighed in his heart, no longer covering up, the eight Xuanzhong gods above his head were generous, and he also released the horror holy light.
His body is sacred, such as a god furnace, like a bear fire burning, qi blood, Holy Light drowned the entire Xianwu Terrace.
"Mixed Yuan Holy Lights!"
"Only one year, he realized this point? Impossible!"
This scene made many disciples present, the elder who could not help but take a breath.
Mixed Yuan Holy Light, famous in the shocking light, is the first secret of the Holy Land of the Holy Land, defense, unparalleled, and destruction of everything.
In the entire East Wilderness, it is difficult to find stronger secrets, and do not lose the chapter of the Emperor's scriptures.
But it is difficult to practice. One or two people practice each generation, but it is good to get started in a year or two.
If Xiaocheng, it takes five or six years. As for Dacheng, there is no hundred years of time, and it is impossible to achieve it.
But it can be seen that Ji from the posture of his heart is already small, only to get a mixed Yuan Shengguang technique for a year!
Make the informed elder.
"It is worthy of understanding the existence of the Slate Scripture. I have to see what surprises you can bring to me."
"boom!"
The violent holy light is overwhelming, and every inch of space on Xianwu Terrace is covered with horrible Shenhui, which makes people feel palpitated.
The five candidates were flying by Ji Cong.
"Everyone goes together."
The other three who have been defeated, the saints who have been defeated are not good, and they also joined the war regardless of the injury. Ten people joined forces.
The horrible war broke out.
Make many female disciples worry.
Ji Xuanzhong from his heart, the boots under his feet are glowing, fast, and fast, avoid attacks.
For the first time, I was shaking my strength without covering up.
The eight basalt beasts are guarded around him.
Saint light blessed Ji from his heart, like a god soldier, and he slapped a big mouth to spit the blood of the alternate Son.
One of the alternate saints was fanned.
Saint Weizhuan, the emotion of the gods burst, the terrible war broke out on the fairywood.
In the end, the magic weapons of the ten alternate sons were broken, his face was pale, his bones were broken, and he was severely damaged.
There are two alternate saints, who can show the vision. One has six small world virtual shadows, and the gods are shining; the other is a villain behind it, as tall as the mountains, and horror.
The two are far better than the rest of the saints.
Ji Congxin evolved the stone emperor's halberd blade with Saint Light, two white lights flashed, passing through the chest, not only broke their vision, but the injury was heavier than others.
Ji Congxin himself was uncomfortable. The eight basalt beasts were beaten, and the eight mysian bells were half -destroyed.
If he had not secretly recovered with the source of the gods, he would have exhausted the divine power. After all, he was not an ordinary generation with a few enemies.