Apart from the Dingding era, after the founding of the Daxia Kingdom, the middle-aged generation, who had to talk about surprise attacks and the most powerful attack was Lin Lang, the former Grand Marshal of Yulong Pass in the Western Frontier.

The unmoved Ming Wang Lin Lang was born into a war, and every magical power of the Lin family was born for the raid of the raid. Every flame with Mars was a part of his body and could be directly descended.

Supernatural powers. Fusion of fire!

The royal family of the previous dynasty of the Ying family, the strongest magical power of the mirror flower, water and moon, made the confession that they were scared not only because they could use their own way, but more importantly, their almost infinite growth. As long as the magical powers copied by them can be used directly as their own use. Therefore, the great master who slowly walked out of the flames at this time is a treasure house of magical powers.

For the young Jiansheng, who was standing on the lake at this time and was breathing heavily, he was completely included in the vast power of the figure slowly walking out of the flames, as if an ancient giant leaning against the sky and ground was stepping on his head, but all this impact was not as great as the whispering words that sounded in his ears.

"According to the order of Emperor Fuyao, kill Murong Heyu before entering the saint!"

Jian Sheng murmured and repeated, and then in his light silver eyes, the face of a young man seemed to appear. His brows were always frowning, and his ebony-like pupils contained everything like a deep sea. However, what the girl imprinted the deepest was the boy's seriousness that was different from others.

Then, Jiansheng raised the silk sword in his hand and pointed it straight ahead. His eyes were staring at the gray-haired figure in front of him. He continued to speak gently, saying three words word by word:

"I don't believe it!"

"Little girl, people will become, especially when their location changes, and most of the time they will be unable to help themselves. You should understand this principle."

The flames burning in the void on the lake gradually dissipated, and at the same time, the original blurred face of the great master gradually became clear, revealing the simple face of Yin Shan Wenbo, the young master of Gyeonggi Prefecture.

Although the lake surface was once again covered by darkness after the fire dissipated, Jian Sheng's pupils shrank again. Because of the appearance of the visitor, she recognized that she had seen it in the Kucha Garden.

Shan Wenbai's low and hoarse voice fell. He gently raised his right hand and looked at the girl who was pursing his lips tightly in front of him. The voice continued to come out faintly:

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, people in the world will believe it. Moreover, Murong He transformed into a green lotus and wanted to attack the realm of a saint. This move is like closing the dead end, and it has reached the last moment. Once he comes out early, all his previous efforts will be in vain, and the chance of becoming a saint will be directly reduced by 90%.

"It's a situation of nine deaths and one life, and then it will completely become ten deaths without life. So if I kill you and others at this time, will he save him?"

Shan Wenbai was like a sharp sword, and after the words he said to the heart, with his body as the center, countless water droplets floated upwards in the entire Burial Sword Lake, and at the same time, all the green sword energy that enveloped all directions retreated outwards.

Then these water droplets gradually turned into hideous and terrifying frost dragons, floating around, and roaring across the sky in all directions.

"Sword Pavilion disciple, sword soul, come!"

The still cold and steady angrily shouted across Jiansheng's entire Jianjian Lake. Tens of thousands of disciples of Jian Pavilion were still fighting like girls, fearing death. Regardless of their extremely pale faces, they reached forward and pointed one after another of the Taoist soul swords condensed out again, then flew into the sky, turning into countless streams of light and stabbed down.

"I once heard a saying that it is quite reasonable. Someone once said that the most unbearable test in this world is the human heart. I also want to know whether it is important for disciples in the sect or whether it is important to become a saint!"

After finishing his speech, Shan Wenbai's head gently raised, looking at the sword rains emitted from the sky, raised his left hand and waved it gently, and the frost dragon surrounding him rushed towards the sky in an instant. After that, the extreme low temperature frozen the entire void of the Burial Sword Lake. The swords of Taoist Souls seemed to have hit a solid iceberg, completely isolated, and some people retreated and shattered inch by inch.

At the same time, Shan Wenbai slowly raised his right hand and gently held it forward. A blue and white full moon appeared on the lake surface under the girl Jiansheng's feet. The blue light emanated from the lake surface and shone on the girl's face, as if she wanted to freeze it.

"Fish the moon!"

The cold and ruthless words were spit out from Shan Wenbai's mouth, and the entire lake surface began to boil violently. At the same time, in the void, an extremely huge hand covering the sky slowly reached from top to bottom under the lake surface, gently snatching the full moon.

Within the giant palm of the world, all the spaces in all directions were tightly clamped tightly and kept squeezing inward. The bones of the girl Jiansheng's entire body were crackling. At the same time, purple-red meaning continued to surge on her fair face, and a wisp of dazzling blood flowed outward.

Then Shan Wenbai turned around gently, looking at the huge green lotus that was still looming in the center of the lake, as if he saw the figure sitting cross-legged inside the green lotus, opening his mouth, and the rolling voice resounded through the void:

"Murronghe, I know you can hear it. Now your disciple is about to die. Do you want to save it or not?"

The hoarse sound that kept lingering over Yu Zang Jian Lake was like a heavy hammer that kept hitting the hearts of tens of thousands of sword disciples. Each hit made his mind shake and his eyes shatter.

Shenjing City, Sitian Tower, and the first floor hall, although it was late at night, it was still brightly lit. The supervisors shuttled back and forth in the hall, each performing their duties, and then a questioning sounded in the hall:

"Master Jianzheng, there is a fierce confrontation between the three semi-saints on the Sword Pavilion in Wanjianshan. Will Sitian Tower intervene in the Heavenly Punishment?"

The question fell, and the girl sitting in a wheelchair in the center of the hall asked Xia, her red lips slightly opened, and a gentle voice came out:

"Can you get the exact picture of the top of Wanjian Mountain?"

"Wanjian Mountain is too sharp. Unless you get the bonus of your Majesty's national fortune, you will not be able to accurately obtain the scene that happened at this time."

After the response fell, the girl raised her hand and gently kneaded her eyebrows. The sound of command continued to resound throughout the hall:

"Gathering mountains and seas to gather and do not send out, waiting for the instructions of the White Emperor Palace. Your Majesty should have known this movement."

At the same time, at the top of the Wanjian Mountain in Guangzhou, he used the magical power of catching the moon, held the entire void of Shan Wenbai, stepped forward, and instantly came to Jian Sheng, then slowly put his head to Jian Sheng's ear, and said lightly:

"You should know that the Sitian Tower in Shenjing City cannot be unaware of such a big movement at the top of Wanjian Mountain, but nothing has happened until now, so you don't have to doubt the intention of Your Majesty to kill Murong He!"
Chapter completed!