The flames of war were instantly ignited by two words.
Qiu Xuan and Liu Jing, the two thrones, bowed to the left and right.
As the yin and yang guardians of the city lord's palace escort team, they have had tacit cooperation with Chongdong for more than ten years, so it is naturally impossible for them to fail to seize this opportunity.
Chongdong's voice hadn't even completely subsided.
The moment the severed finger flew away, the two of them flew out.
In the Battle of the Throne, the distance between the two sides is really nothing.
The rules of heaven gather together and take shape around the body.
Qiu Xuan pulled out a black snake spear, and Liu Jing chopped down an extremely exaggerated ax from the air. In just a moment, the two of them were in front of the uncle.
"Zhangrijie·Shadow!"
Everyone onlookers became excited.
This technique came from the famous spiritual skill of the Qiu Protector of the City Lord's Mansion. At its peak, it even penetrated the void and pierced the Dantian of three thrones.
After that battle, Qiu Xuan was officially conferred the title of God of War. It was also after that battle that he became one of the Dinghai Shenzhen of the City Lord's Mansion.
However, the number of people attracted by this spear is only a small number after all.
What is really exaggerated is Liu Jing, who has a fiery figure but directly pulls out three axes that cover the sky.
"Is this the new Guardian Liu?"
"Oh my god, is it so violent?"
"This move...is also a throne skill, right? Does anyone know it?"
"People are cut off!"
The sensible guy immediately lost his voice. He didn't even have time to explain. He just watched Liu Jing strike down with an axe, and the void collapsed!
There was a loud explosion, the spiritual energy intertwined at the center of the explosion, and a black energy spread directly in a spherical shape, and it was about to explode in an instant.
Yuan Sandao clapped his hands behind his back and unsheathed his sword.
As soon as he took hold of it, he was thinking about using the boundary barrier to contain the aftermath of the battle, when he heard a hoarse voice coming from the center of the blast.
"Little tricks."
The old man's pupils shrank, and he saw the black energy, directly tearing open two vertical sword energy in the air.
These two sword energies are like two giant swords standing out of thin air, breaking through the sky and penetrating the earth and the underworld.
As soon as he appeared, he attracted all the onlookers present, and all the swords flew into the sky.
Buzz——
The violent trembling sword sound was so harsh that many weak people were shocked to the point where their ears bleed.
Those ordinary people are even more miserable.
I finally realized that these guys couldn’t handle even the aftermath of the battle, just the sound of the battle...
Still holding on!
"Is this the Battle for the Throne?"
Being able to see the battle for the throne with your own eyes is something that has been elusive for a lifetime!
Who would give up this opportunity to observe?
As for being deaf or something like that, that is something that can be solved with a single pill without losing all your money.
Whether it's light or heavy, this fool can tell!
The onlookers covered their ears and stared eagerly.
The eyes were focused again, and shock could not help but appear on each face.
In the black energy center, I saw Qiu Xuan's heroic figure piercing with a spear, so cool and unrestrained!
Accompanied by a body full of spiritual energy, and with just a little more calmness, this figure can be turned into a golden statue with a spear like a dragon, and can suppress Tiansang City.
Liu Jing, holding an ax to chop down the sky, is even more graceful.
That enchanting figure is fully displayed under the huge ax held high.
The tip of the ax was so sharp that it burst into the void before it even danced.
But this is not what scares everyone!
It was the two of them, all controlled by the sword energy!
Two unparalleled white sword energy directly locked the two of them from head to toe.
The fierce and crazy little sword in the void pierced the bodies of the two of them from head to toe in an instant!
Blood spurts out, and the void becomes blood red.
"Fuck!"
Chongdong was completely stunned. He stopped in time when he was halfway through the rush, but he was almost ready to rush in front of the uncle.
But if it's close, can I resist this wave of control?
Even when this sword energy was brewing and when it appeared, he didn't even see it!
"Gulu."
He swallowed his saliva and locked Yuan Sandao instantly with his spiritual thoughts.
At this moment, his throat and lips were dry, and Chongdong thought of the words he had shouted before, "Throne! Take action!"
He immediately changed his words and said: "This is the throne... above, so be careful... when you do it!"
Qiu Xuan and Liu Jing's faces turned green.
They could bear the physical pain, but this time they were betrayed by their teammates...
The uncle smiled and looked at Yuan Sandao: "If you really have no questions to ask, I don't intend to hurt anyone. See you later?"
"Who are you?" Mr. Yuan finally couldn't help but ask.
This style of establishing one's sword energy is so familiar.
In fact, his mind was instantly locked on a certain legend.
But……
impossible!
That guy is dead!
——But besides him, who else could it be?
Yuan Sandao's hand holding the knife rotated slightly, and he hesitated.
The Eastern Territory is so big, there are indeed many people who practice ancient swordsmanship. If you really want to say that they can practice to the level of sword reading...
Yes!
"Sword Burial Tomb" and "Shenyue Immortal City" together have at least a dozen people.
Can……
"Aren't those few little guys the only ones who come to the Sword Tomb? There is no reason why people of this level should continue to be sent to the White Cave incident."
"The 'Four Swords' may or may not be seen, but there are still two theories..."
He suddenly woke up, "Yes, there are people coming to the 'Sword Burial Tomb', but no one has come to the 'Shenyue Immortal City' yet!"
Others don't know the details of Shenyue Immortal City, but he, Yuan Sandao, understands it clearly.
After the death of the Eighth Sword Immortal, as another rising master of swordsmanship in the Eastern Region, its founder was the unnamed great disciple of the Eight Masters in the past!
"Are you from Shenyue Immortal City?" Yuan Sandao asked.
The sloppy uncle walked freely between the two frozen figures. Hearing the old man's question, he smiled and shook his head.
"wrong."
"second question."
"Are you a Taoist? Or are you Taixu!" Chongdong looked fierce and his heart was filled with tears.
He was afraid.
Even Mr. Yuan is a little afraid of this person. What is his background!
He suddenly regretted being so impulsive. Sometimes it's not a good thing to force yourself forward. Maybe this guy really had murderous intentions towards him just now?
The uncle looked at Chongdong.
Killing intent flashed through his eyes.
No one can survive who dares to point his finger and speak!
For this kind of guy, let alone having murderous intentions just now, even now, he doesn't want to see this person!
"You are not qualified to ask questions."
Chongdong hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, the uncle yelled: "Get out!"
Suddenly, the heaven and earth changed dramatically, and the wind and clouds surged.
A big green sword condensed out of the void, and with the power of burning stars, it was raised from bottom to top.
"careful!"
Yuan Sandao shouted loudly in an instant, moved his body, and rushed to rescue him.
This blow, let alone Chongdong, may not be able to receive it.
But……
late!
It's really too late!
Everyone's eyes became sluggish at this moment, and Chongdong's dodge was also so slow.
Including Yuan Sandao, he lifted it up in one step, and it seemed like it would take hundreds of millions of years to reach the earth again.
"Time rules?"
At this moment, the horror in Yuan Sandao's heart could surge out like a mountain and sea.
When everything slowed down, the speed of the giant green sword hanging above the sloppy uncle's head did not slow down at all.
The uncle's four fingers hidden in his fat, wide-sleeved robe moved.
"call out!"
A perfect half-moon arc passed through, and a hollow sound of destruction came from the sky, as if the divine world collapsed.