Gate of God

This happened in an instant, very suddenly.

However, it is extremely shocking.

The two thorn vines that had been torn apart turned into a little green light in Yan Qing's hands, and the dark green suit was fully supported by the muscles of the body.

And this is not over yet. When Yan Qing crushed two thorns and vines in his palm, he went one step further and directly took all the remaining thorns and vines into his arms.

"..."

The weird scene, coupled with the temperament of the beast, and this extremely savage means and the roar like a beast, made the disciples around Tiandao Pavilion subconsciously stunned.

However, soon, they also reacted.

"Does this guy hurt?"

"It hurts? If I guessed right, this guy should be the one called the monster, the first genius of the Jiwu Dynasty. However, I heard that this guy has a very strange personality and is extremely difficult to get along with."

"Normal, such a monster, who will get along with him?"

Apart from the discussion of the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, they were somewhat dismayed. Even though, they had heard that the Jiwu Dynasty had a monster that was not human.

But after all, the scene of completely tearing the thorns and vines by the purely physical strength in front of them still made them a little startled.

But Yan Qing didn't even hear any comments from the disciples around Tiandao Pavilion, she didn't even see any pain on her face. It felt like the spikes on the thorns and vines, and the flow from him. The blood had no effect on him at all.

"Ah!" roared.

All the thorns and vines are also broken directly. This is a complete violence. The violence of crushing the thorns and vines in your arms directly with your body.

Nangong Hao's sword stopped and stopped at an inch of Yan Qing's body. The white gown on his body was blown up by the waves of the five elders and Fang Zheng.

His eyes looked closely at Yan Qing in front of him.

And Yan Qing also turned her eyes to Nangong Hao at this time. The dark green suit was already broken and stained with blood, but his expression was calm, as if he had no sword in front of him. .

"Boom!" Fang Zhengzhi and the five elders, who were fighting in the field, finally separated.

The murderousness pervaded, the purple light soared into the sky.

Fang Zhengzhi's body stepped back five steps, and his expression was terrible and cold.

The five elders also flicked to the side, making a heavy gasp in their mouths. They didn't know whether it was the remnant of the sword just now, or the shock after Fang Zhengzhi just had the last sword.

Of course, it is also possible that Yan Qing's sudden appearance and shot disturbed the plan of the five elders again and filled the hearts of the five elders with anger.

But none of this matters...

What is important is that the current situation seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and there are obviously more people involved than expected.

"Why did Yan Qing rush to save Nangongmu?"

"I don't know, there is the sentence he just said, "He is mine!", who is that "he"?"

"Is it five elders? Or Nangongmu?"

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion looked at Yan Qing standing in the field, and Nangongmu standing behind Yan Qing. They didn't really think too much about Yan Qing's appearance.

and……

Is this too messy now?

Originally, it was just a battle between Fang Zhengzhi and the five elders, but he was continuously involved in Yan Xiu, Nangong Mu and Qian Wu.

Up to now, even Nangong Hao and Yan Qing have participated.

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion all looked at the figures in the field nervously, because they no longer knew the consequences of this melee.

At this time, Nangong Hao's eyes finally moved away from Yan Qing's body and slowly turned to Nangong Mu standing behind Yan Qing.

"Decided?"

"Yes!" Nangongmu nodded.

"Do you remember your mission?" Nangong Hao didn't seem surprised by Nangongmu's answer, and after a pause, he spoke again.

"With you, enough." Nangong Mu spoke again.

"Well." Nangong Hao heard this, and there seemed to be a decision between his expressions. He slowly turned around and walked towards the crowd of disciples in Tiandao Pavilion again: "Do what you like to do."

Nangong Mu didn't speak anymore, he just quietly looked at the back of Nangong Hao's departure, a pair of fists squeezed secretly, a blue and blue light flashed in his eyes.

"Are you fighting now?" Nangong Mu looked at Yan Qing after seeing Nangong Hao walking back to the crowd again.

"Yes." Yan Qing nodded, and then pulled the dark-green suit from the upper body directly to reveal the dark chest inside.

And such a scene, falling in the eyes of the disciples in the surrounding Tiandao Pavilion, once again gave them a feeling of being heavenly, wild, low in wind and grass, and unable to find cattle and sheep...

"How did Brother Nangong return?"

"What does his brother and Yan Qing mean? War? What war?"

"Aren't they fighting? But isn't Yan Qing rushing out to save him? What the **** is going on?"

All the disciples in Tiandao Pavilion are puzzled.

However, Yan Qing and Nangong Mu apparently have no meaning to explain. While Yan Qing nodded, Nangong Mu had already moved, and the double swords in his hands cut towards Yan Qing mercilessly.

...

Dogfight.

The situation in front of me was obviously beyond the control of the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, and Nangong Hao retreated. However, Fang Zhengzhi, Yan Xiu, Nangong Mu, Qian Wu, Yan Qing...

These people are still in the game.

It is not the case that these people are in the bureau, and even the five elders and three elders have not escaped.

If the previous disciples of Tiandao Pavilion only felt that the appearance of Fang Zhengzheng only interfered with the selection test of Tiandao Pavilion, then now it is really destruction, and the selection test of Tiandao Pavilion is completely destroyed.

The situation in front of me...

Can the third election be held smoothly?

No one answers this question.

Because of the situation in front of us, it is obvious that the third pass of the Tiandao Pavilion is no longer important.

Moreover, the most important thing is that since Mu Qingfeng's eyes were closed, he has never opened them again, even if Fang Zhengzhi showed the Pongsheng Road, he did not take a look.

silence.

Mu Qingfeng's silence naturally silenced the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion.

However, there was a person who could not remain silent anyway. That person was the holy man of the Holy Barbarian Dynasty, the father of Qian Wu.

This is of course not because the Holy Spirit of the Holy Barbarian Dynasty is not calm enough, nor because he does not know the current situation, but because Qian Wu’s expression at the moment tells him...

It was very painful, so painful it was dying.

"Fangzheng straight, let my emperor Qianwu!" How the Holy Man of the Saint Barbarian dynasty could watch such a thing happen. While talking, his body also moved, and he jumped down directly from the heaven.

quickly.

As the emperor of the Holy Barbarian Dynasty, how could he be unhappy.

However, after Fang Zhengzhi heard the words of the Holy Barbarian King's pilgrimage, his speed was significantly faster. Almost at the moment when he jumped down, he rushed towards Qianwu.

"not good!"

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion looked at such a scene, and they all knew what was going to happen. After all, the innocent sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand was pointing directly at Qian Wu's heart.

Kill a test participant?

This is not enough to move the Heavenly Pavilion, but if this person is the heir to the throne set by the Holy Barbarian pilgrimage, it is not a good thing to think about it.

"No! Founder, stop!"

There was an urgent cry from the mouth of the Holy Man King pilgrimage. He could tolerate anything happening, but he could not accept the death of Qian Wu.

Even though, Qian Wu has a layer of estrangement with him from beginning to end. Even though, Qian Wu has always said that he will never accept the position of prince, and he will claim to be his son.

but……

No matter how he shouted, he still couldn't shout a sword that was just pierced.

"Boom!"

The innocent sword pierced Qian Wu's chest directly, pierced through his back, and pierced his heart, without any hesitation and hand.

The bright red blood stained Qian Wu's back.

Also let the blade of the innocent sword emit a brisk sound of Weng Ming.

Qian Wu's mouth was wide open, and he wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't do it. The **** lock pressed against his body and strength, and his eyes could not be opened.

And now, in addition to being oppressed, the power is still passing away at a terrifying speed, disappearing rapidly from his body.

If there is a mood to describe Qian Wu's current heart.

That's only...

Unwilling.

A deep unwillingness.

Since I was young, I have been separated from the imperial capital of the imperial city and did not live under blessing. This does not seem to be a good thing, but it allows Qian Wu to learn to be independent.

And since he stepped into the imperial city of the Holy Barbarian Dynasty, his life changed, and became full of battles, full of intrigues between powers and tricks.

But he still stood firm in the imperial city of the Holy Barbarian Dynasty.

Not only did he stabilize his footsteps, but he also stepped on the feet of the princes powerfully. He led the army of the Holy Barbarian dynasty, and he also served as the central government of North Korea.

Even if he lost in the battle with the Daxia dynasty, he still could not let his status drop, because he was the hope of the royal family of the Holy Barbarian dynasty.

It is only him who has mastered the samurai path of reincarnation at a young age~www.wuxiaspot.com~ only he is able to balance the interests of North Korea and the family.

But now, he is dying.

Moreover, he died because he was locked by the **** lock.

How does this allow him to be reconciled?

"Why, why can he also control the survivorship?! Why can he still call the **** survivorship lock, all this, why?" Qian Wu was very unwilling, he wanted to shout and vent his anger.

However, Fang Zhengzheng did not leave him much time.

The unmarked sword was pulled out of his back, with a splash of blood, and the buzzing sound was clear and cheerful, and his eyes finally closed slowly.

then……

The icy and full of enchanted purple light pointed at the pilgrimage of the Holy Barbarian King who rushed over. The blood did not drip, but was absorbed into the invisible sword as if it were absorbed.

"Go, or die!"