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There are not no people who break through in the battle, but those who rob in the battle. That's another thing.

There are only about ten people recorded in ancient books.

Among these ten or so individuals, at least eight became saints, and two or three of them became emperors.

It's a terrible proportion.

Almost at this moment, everyone looked at the shadow of Qingyang, as if to see an invincible.

"Damn it, in front of me, do you want to take the robbery?" The seventh childe roared and roared. He looked embarrassed and ferocious, and his hair was flying.

With a crash, the power of blood in the body quickly recovered, and a great fire was burning out of it. The majestic confusion of the heat spread in this battlefield.

Like an ancient god of fire, he came from the earth. His body accelerated in vain, leaped in the air, and fell with his fists. His strength like a mountain broke out from his fist.

At this time, behind him, a rising sun appeared, shining brightly, setting him off.

The onlookers were all moved back at this moment.

The disciples of wujizong and the strong ones are awe inspiring.

The Lord also came back here.

All over the sky, the killing is coming towards Qingyang, and all the strong men of the imperial dynasty are fighting at this moment.

Whoa!

With a cold hum, the patriarch strode out and offered the scroll in his hand: "Yin and Yang, infinity, Tao generates Tao Ancient ancestors, please come back from recovery

The painting is suspended in the air, without any breath fluctuation.

The crowd was stunned.

Wujizong's disciples also frowned, some puzzled.

But the patriarch did not pay attention to the people, she said to the picture scroll, look very devout: "Yin and yang are matchless, limitless produces Tai Chi."

Pen!

The flaming fist directly penetrates a branch of Qingyang, and then it smashes into powder and dissipates in the breeze.

The next moment, another body was also broken by the powerful emperor.

Qingyang, who was holding the sword of the princes, was expressionless. His body leaped up and his sword broke out. He wanted to kill seven young masters.

Unfortunately, the two gods Zang strong, his attack was blocked.

Then, the rest of the gods roared and killed him. The astonishing attack spread in the high altitude, and swarmed to the ten directions, intending to block here and cut off the back road of Qingyang.

"No one can stop the man I want to kill." The seventh childe roared and looked even more ferocious. He clenched his fist and made a terrible attack here.

Pooh!

Just to block the attack of the powerful emperor, he ushered in the fist of the seventh childe. His body was once again penetrated with blood gurgling, and his face was pale to the extreme.

The dark clouds above the sky also have a tendency to disperse, which indicates that those who cross the loot may lose the chance to become king.

The state is not good, or there is no cohesion in Sendai, leading to the ferry robbery faded.

"He can't do it." I don't know who said it.

"There's only one person after all."

"He's strong, but it's a pity." People all regretted and shook their heads.

Qingyang is very powerful and amazing, but he has only one person. How can he face the powerful emperor? There is also a nine Yang body of anger, two powerful Zang Jing.

Everything, for his realm, is more than too much.

"Hold on, boy." The LORD spoke.

Pooh!

The seventh young master hit him again. Qingyang's body flew several kilometers away, and the blood turned into blood rain.

"No one can stop me. He must die." Seven childe is ferocious, is a terrible fist smashed in the past, a vast expanse of power and fist meaning.

The air is filled with heat, as if to roast the land.

The body of Jiuyang is too strong, almost invincible. In addition to the strong behind, Qingyang can no longer support it.

But at the same time when the seventh childe killed him, someone made a move in the void, and a big hand went down to take away the sword of the princes.

Seven childe cold hum, eyes dew cold light: "looking for death."

Haotian dome is expressionless, and the big hand is still under, but is blocked by the fist of seven childe.

Soon, the third attack came, which was a sword cut from a long distance. The wind roared with it, making the sky and the earth faint, and the boundless sword idea penetrated the void.

In that terrible sense of sword, a hand was confused.

"Emperor."

The face of Haotian dome changed slightly, and his breath was stagnant.

In his absence, the fist of the seventh childe smashed his attack.

The emperor's sword sense is full of irresistible divine power. Even the seventh childe also felt the great pressure. He was awe stricken, gasping and biting his teeth.

Unfortunately, the sword meaning was too strong for him to resist at all. When the sword idea entered into the body, he had to go back, and the sea of Qi was in chaos.High in the sky, the patriarch snorted coldly, and the painting was full of light, just like talking about the rising sun, from which the terrible divine power diffused.

Click!

Boom!

The void collapses. With a moo, an old yellow cattle comes out of the picture. The yellow cattle are of plain temperament, big body, clear eyes, and can stomp with big feet. The strong wind makes the sky dim, and the killing intention shoots directly at the emperor's sword meaning from his feet.

What is terrible is that this foot actually blocked the emperor's attack, but it can not block that hand.

The emperor's big hand directly across here, such as the five finger mountain will suppress the Qingyang.

It seems that his purpose is not the sword of princes, but Qingyang.

The Lord's face changed greatly.

The old yellow cattle galloped quickly, two black water caltrop rushed towards there, and lifted the big hand of emperor.

Hum!

The weak green sun, tired to open his eyes, yin and Yang eyes emerge, the power of death through the boundless sky, along the direction of the big hand shot past.

Emperor Si Leng hum, red mans short-term outbreak, also don't know whether to block the power of death.

But this red awn burst out, but let everyone know his arrival.

Haotianqiong shot again, faster.

Seven childe is ferocious, also in the hand, the body of Nine Yang is burning, two fire dragons rush out from the body.

Moo!

The old cattle stomped again, and the void cracked, forming a barrier, trying to block the attack of Qingyang.

Pooh!

Blocked two people, but can not block the remaining strong emperor, their attack without hesitation into the body of Qingyang.

He was weaker, his face was pale, the sea of Qi was hard to work, and his hand holding the sword of princes was shaking.

Even at this moment, his consciousness began to dim, and the dark blue hair in his skin grew out again. With a roar, he was in great pain and didn't want to stay here any longer and gallop out of the battlefield.

Emperor Si strode forward, blocking the way of Qingyang. The big hand seemed to have a special method, which imprisoned Qingyang. With a snort, the big hand penetrated his brow and dug out the yin-yang eye.

Ah!

Qingyang screamed with a shrill cry. There was a huge blood hole in his eyebrows. There was no bleeding, but almost all the things in his head would flow out.

"Asshole." The LORD was furious.

After a few steps, the old yellow cattle picked up the green sun and then turned into a beam of light, shooting towards the distance.