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Chapter 63 My Acts Su Yan, with the assets of the sword emperor

However, soon, Li Daochen knew it, which was just the beginning of his nightmare.

The next moment, only a leisurely sound sounded in the air.

“Acts, the sword emperor can’t be humiliated, this person, kill you for you!”

Hearing the words, Su Yan stunned.

To be honest, he really didn’t think about it, or not to kill Li Daochen. Unexpectedly, Bai Su had made a decision for him.

The disciples of Tibetan Jianshan are even more horrible.

“No!”

At the same time, in the distance, the Tibetan sword mountain, a rush of anger.

For a moment.

A sword light that covered the sky came from the sky.

As soon as the sage thought, the sage of the Jianjian Mountain in the Jianjian Mountain was in his eyes for everything under the mountain.

At this point, I finally couldn’t sit still.

A sword of the sage, Wanli Mountains and Rivers were killed.

Everyone, felt the sword light that was stuck in the sky, all had a sense of the end of the world.

“Unfortunately, it’s too late.” Su Yan shook her head and sighed.

Although Bai Su has been in the world for 90 million years, it is a must -see, the best of the line, and the ghost that cannot be waited for a second.

At this moment, Li Daochen struggled crazy.

“Master ancestor, save me!”

However, as Su Yan’s judgment.

In the electric light firestone, a white wedding dress with a red wedding dress appeared in the air.

One pointer.

The original Lei Yin was rolling, as if the sword gas to destroy the earth suddenly narrowed, and she included in her sleeve.

At the same time, in the stone seam, a dry yellow autumn grass suddenly turned green.

The grass leaves shake, and a slight breeze blows.

Li Daochen’s neck was broken from interruption.

The white road was sprayed, and the heavens and the earth were dim.

Wanli sunny, instantly turning into a drizzle.

The natural vision heralded that the Asian Sheng was really falling.

A grass, cut the saint.

At this moment, everyone watched the wedding dress.

Her illusory figure.

This turned out to be a martial arts!

On the top of the Sword Mountain, an old man with a gray -haired, stepped step by step, appeared over the town when he boarded.

This is the top of the Takhard Sword Sheng Ouyang.

Tuo Haijian Sheng Ouyang Wufeng stared at Bai Su for a moment, and his heart was shocked.

Generally speaking, after the death, people turn into martial arts, and Xiuwei will fall into several realms.

Even if the woman in front of her is really a sage, the realm after death will fall to Wu Zun, even Wu Zong.

It takes at least millions of years to want to restore the strength of his lifetime.

And Wu Ling’s cultivation is by no means easy as before.

In addition to human disasters, there are natural disasters.

One small robbery in three years, six years of middle school robberies, nine years of robbery, ninety -nine years a day.

It can be said that Wu Ling’s strength wants to grow, which is definitely more difficult than in front of him.

Therefore, the strength of martial arts can be measured by the time of ghosts.

Because of the weak martial arts, I can’t live so long.

Ouyang Wufeng didn’t know, the woman in front of him was the old ghost.

But he estimates that it will be more than millions of years.

What concept of 10 million years.

Shi Yuanjie’s last choice of imperialism -the concubine of the dragons, all of them were just figures of five million years ago.

But in fact, Ouyang Wuding is only one -nine -year of Bai Su Gui.

“Mo Fei, there is a sword emperor in front of you?” Ouyang Wufeng was shocked.

Can’t help but observe Bai Su again.

“It’s not me, but him.” Bai Su reached out to Su Yan.

“This is your disciple? If I read it right, he is just the king’s realm.” Ouyang Wuding frowned.

“Mo Fei, this son is the reincarnation of a certain one of the four sword emperors?”

“No.” Bai Su decisively denied.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t understand? My apprentice Su Yan, has the assets of sword emperors.”

“Why, the future sword emperor is not the sword emperor?”

Ouyang Wufeng: “…”

Su Yan: “…”

Disciples of Jianzhuangshan: “…”

Su Yan has no face.

He suddenly regretted it.

Bai Su, it seems that he has set up a very bad Flag!

“Huh, children!” Ouyang Wufeng’s face was also dark.

Bai Su killed Li Daochen with such a panic excuse.

Uncle can bear it, and his unbearable. The sleeves of the robe were rolling, and Ouyang Wuding’s breath gathered in the whole body.

The sword was swollen, like Tao Tian Julang collided with a roar.

When he sealed the saint, Zeng Yijian opened the West Sea, and he was named Ouyang Wuxuan.

It is conceivable how terrifying the combat power!

“You will kill me with the elders of Jianjian Mountain. If you don’t give me an explanation today, the horror cannot let you leave here.”

“What? Are you not convinced?” Bai Su sneered.

However, Bai Su’s wedding dresses danced, but he was ten times fierce.

“My apprentice, with the king of martial arts, breaking the saint sword, how can it not be the capital of the sword emperor?”

“If you don’t accept it, put away your cultivation, compare with him, you win, the old lady cut it with you!”

Bai Su pointed his neck.

“If you don’t dare, go back to the mountain and admit that your Tibetan Sword Mountain is the third -rate kendo.”

Ouyang Wufeng frowned.

If he really fights with Bai Su’s life and death, his chances of victory may not exceed 10 %.

Instead of, he looked towards Su Yan.

Although, Ouyang Wufeng believes that he has a generous one -character sword.

It is 100 times stronger than Li Daochen.

However, after all, the sage is a saint.

It won’t be like, in the review of the book, a sarcasm laughed and ridiculed hatred, and then stupidly rushed up to give a head.

Just now, Su Yan and Li Daochen’s swordsmanship confronted him, and he also looked in the mountains.

Su Yan’s sword meaning is extremely weird.

According to the truth, with his strength, the sword is unlikely to shape the sword gas of that scale.

Ouyang Wufeng didn’t think about that direction in the heavens.

That’s too exaggerated.

He believes that Su Yan is likely to really get the inheritance of a sword emperor.

Even so, there is a possibility of turning the boat.

Ouyang Wufeng felt that he should be cautious.

And Su Yan, at this time, was looking forward to Ouyang Wuxuan.

As long as he brushed this last BOSS, he could complete the achievement of one person’s full Tibetan sword mountain copy.

With this work, it is enough to condense the phenomenon.

However, seeing his eyes, Ouyang Wuding’s heart was even more retreat.

“Cough!”

I am going to refuse a reason.

Sudden.

“So grinding, it is also called a sage.”

A cold hum, rang from behind.

Bai Su did not know when he appeared behind him, and his palm fell.

The extremely cold sword qi entered the body, and instantly sealed his Xuanfu Dao Palace Qihai.

His more than a dozen meridians.

He returned him from the sage to Wu Wang’s realm and threw it to Su Yan.

“It deserves you! Master.”

Su Yan looked in front of him, his eyes were red. Ouyang, who is incompetent, has no confrontation, and the corners of the eyes are convulsions.

“ah!”

At this time, Ouyang Wufeng was completely out of anger.

Who would have thought that this female ghost has been an old senior for tens of millions of years.

It’s so shameless, despicable.

Come to deceive and sneak attack.

But Su Yan didn’t intend to give him a gap for scolding.

After all, it is a master and apprentice, with tacit understanding.

I didn’t wait for Ouyang Wuding to swear.

Su Yan, has already cut the saint …

(This chapter is finished)