Chapter 1694: Sympathy

"Do you want to see the path of the master? Then I will fulfill you."
Yang Lie smiled faintly, and the sound of a thunder in his body suddenly sounded like a thunder, and beams of light were dazzling, and the omniscience, omnipotence, dry heaven and earth, and ancient vast aura were released. To fill up and down the Quartet, the world is eight poles!
Just wiping it off with a palm, huge cracks appeared in the void.
Layers of swallowing power spread out, and immediately absorbed the attacking palm of the gods!
Although it still seems to be an evenly divided ending, the number of acupoint orifices that Yang Lie mobilized is only 108, and the number of the opponent is more than double his!
From this point of view, the potential of the exercises created by Ao is far better than the secrets of Nanhuang.
"Thanks to the foundation of my Southern Wilderness line, you can achieve today's achievements. Unfortunately, you failed to be the Devil Emperor, after all, you don't understand the great heritage of the true Southern Wilderness Devil Emperor!"
In the eyes of the gods, Wan Ran had already regarded Yang Lie as the pride of the past, and everywhere wanted to prove that the other party was wrong.
Afterwards, his right hand slowly wiped into the void, a little bit of starlight floated, and quickly condensed into a sword!
This sword has entities and auras.
In terms of its body alone, it is at least a Taoist device of the second rank.
Moreover, at this moment, the gods have integrated the aura of their own refinement into it, and immediately raised its power to a level that is comparable to the first-grade!
"Southern Wilderness Sword Art!"
The godzun stood his sword in front of him, and immediately there was a circle of rippling sword aura that filled the sky like endless waves, covering thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
Although the sword hasn't been used yet, it feels very clear--
If it is for him to fall with this sword, even if it is a 100,000 strong, he will suddenly be wiped out!
Speaking of might, his sword is more than ten times more powerful than Xiao Jinpeng's full attack just now!
Moro Yuanshan no longer had the strength to be surprised, he just gave birth to an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Because he found out—
At this moment, no matter what the fighting situation is, there is no room for me to intervene!
Even if Yang Lie lost to the god, he couldn't help at all. If he blindly stepped forward, it would just add a soul to the sword.
The patriarch of the dignified Moro clan and the top powerhouse of the Primordial League, Moro Yuanshan encountered this situation for the first time, and couldn't help sighing inside.
"A sword? I have it too."
Yang Lie spoke lightly, flipping his palm, and the Wufeng Sword was already in hand.
Different from the gods, holding the sword in his palm does not emit any strong aura, but it gives people the feeling that the area where he stands is completely respected by him.
It seems that when he remembers the fluctuation of his head, he can make the emptiness a servant and all things surrender.
Sweeped by his eyes, everyone has an urge to crawl on the ground from deep in their hearts
"The king does not fight, and the world cannot fight with it!"
This is the majesty of kendo.
However, Yang Lie's Wufeng Sword had just been summoned, as if it had caused a great impact on the gods.
His eyes became full of hatred, and he screamed, "Bitch! It's that bitch's sword!"
Undoubtedly, what he said was Qianhuang.
"you wanna die!"
Yang Lie's eyes fell suddenly, and he already regarded Emperor Qian as his master.
That legendary woman, regardless of her character or talent, deserves the utmost respect. How can he sit back and watch the other side be so insulted?
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Yang Lie's sword without a blade shook, and in an instant there were thousands of sword auras surging. They are intertwined layer by layer in the middle of the air, colliding with each other, constantly multiplying and turning into billions of ways.
"Sword, cut!"
Yang Lie cried out and urged the sword with all his strength, and the billions of sword auras were condensed in a blink of an eye and turned into a thunderbolt of sword intent.
"Wow!"
Although the inheritance of the Nanhuang Demon Sword was terrifying, it was still unable to resist the slightest, and the rippled sword energy was torn apart on the spot by Wufeng Sword.
The mighty sword aura was still unobstructed, and it slashed out like a thunder, cutting away all the defenses of the gods, and cutting him under the sword
"Stop it quickly!"
Suddenly, a cry of exclamation sounded.
As far as he could see, he appeared proudly in the air, and his probing hand grabbed the Wufeng Sword to prevent Yang Lie from making a move.
"Old guy! Are you crazy!?"
Yang Lie was shocked and hurriedly stopped.
Fortunately, the mind-power kendo that he cultivated itself is about the operation of soul-mind power. Therefore, just with a movement of his mind, he would take all the sword energy away, causing them to disappear instantly.
"you--"
The gods didn't see all of this in his eyes, he just stared at Pride, and extremely complicated meaning appeared in his eyes.
Anger, hatred, hostility, remembrance... more is pity!
Thousands of thoughts, perseverance, and finally, with the disappearance of a sword energy aftermath, the mask on her face shattered and fell, revealing the true face behind.
Then, it is a beautiful face that is all over the country and the city!
This is actually a woman!
Yang Lie suddenly woke up, and then remembered that when she was swearing and scolding, the tone of her voice was more jealous than anger.
"This guy, he owes a lot of love debt!"
Yang Lie's gaze suddenly became extremely weird. From the Lord of the Willow Temple to the Southern Wilderness Demon Emperor, what did the proud servant do in the past?
"Moer, I—"
Aogang wanted to speak, and the godly expression suddenly became excited: "Asshole!"
"Snapped!"
A loud slap was slapped on proud face, and he took a few steps back immediately, and even some signs that he could not bear to vomit blood.
Yang Lie frowned as he saw, and he couldn't laugh or cry a little--
He could naturally see that the slap of the gods did not use any real power at all, and even ordinary source people could easily bear it.
Now that Yiao has recovered the power of the limit source, he will not be so embarrassed.
This guy behaved like this, just to dispel the anger in the other's heart.
"What a scheming man! Scum!"
Yang Lie and Heiye secretly cast aside.
Sure enough, the over there was completely moved by the pride, and she looked worried: "You, why don't you hide?"
She leaped almost instinctively, trying to caress her proud cheek.
As a result, she noticed Yang Lie's weird expression, and she suddenly turned into annoyance: "How did you become an apprentice? The master was injured and didn't he know he came to serve?"
Yang Lie:? ? ?
What's wrong with him, who did you provoke?
"Ahem."
When Yang Lie's eyes were filled with resentment, Ao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
In front of Yang Lie, he always looked arrogant, even when facing the Shizu Supreme, he was disdainful.
But now, in front of his old deceased, he is forced to show off the sentiment of the old passionate man, and the set collapses instantly, which makes him feel somewhat stunned.
"Mo'er, can you put an end to the chaos here first? It also saves you from a situation that is always raging, which makes people nervous."
Ao spoke cautiously.
"Humph!"
The "Ye Mo" grunted heavily, still irritated, "Why do you want to listen to you? Do you think you are still the devil of the Southern Wilderness, can you order all the children of the Southern Wilderness? I have prepared for nearly ten thousand years, Only then secretly subdued all the forces in the Southern Horizons, and now only this Wen family! I can dominate the Southern Horizons, do you say stop and stop?"
Once her words fell, the situation on the court suddenly became more tense.
Ghost Bodhisattva and other Extreme Sources secretly urged the energy in the body, and the vast and solemn power of the source world surged, covering a radius of thousands of miles.
As long as Ye Mo gave an order, they would immediately launch a thunder attack to kill all Wen Jiayuan!
Not only them, but the rest of the warriors, one by one, is also refreshed, and the eyes staring forward are full of murderous air.
A violent momentum is surging, and hundreds of thousands of warriors in the void are like tight strings, which may burst out at any time!
Finally, someone could not bear the pressure of the atmosphere, and rushed forward with a loud roar of "Ah".
At this time, it was as if the fuse was lit, and the remaining warriors rushed to the Wen family below like an arrow from the string!
However, before the Wen family powerhouse took action, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the torrent.
Immediately afterwards, an angry voice sounded: "Who asked you to shoot?"
"Boom!"
The warrior who took the first shot, like a meteorite, was kicked and flew away.
Afterwards, a strong wave of air burst out, flying over a thousand strong people in the front on the spot!
"hiss!"
All the warriors stopped and never dared to move forward. Because, it was the Ye Mo who made the shot!
Her pretty face was full of anger, and her gaze swept over the five Ultimate Sources.
In an instant, whether it was the ghost bodhisattva or the master of the Dalei Academy, they all woke up: this godly lord has no desire to fight again! The previous words were so cruel, but it was a bit of a face.
It happened that he and others understood the mistake and wanted to show their loyalty, but instead they forced the gods to stop him.
In this way, the deity's behavior in front of him is all in vain.
Realizing this, and then noticing the look in the eyes of the Ye Mo about to eat people, they shrank one by one, and their hearts were full of chagrin.
Still arrogant and alert, he knows the temperament of this junior girl best, so he hurriedly said: "Thank you Mo'er for raising your hand, for your hard work, senior brother, I will remember the Five Nei!
Sure enough, the face of the Ye Mo looked a little better: "I always look at Master's face, not because of you!"
She said it fiercely, but looking at her expression, she had already benefited 11 million.
Those innocently implicated ten major forces and warriors all smile secretly: What sin is this? The fight that was originally calculated is actually turned into a drama that the old man recognizes? Then what is the purpose of the previous struggle of myself and others?
Looking at the two gods Ye Mo and Ao, there has been no disparity and separation between them, and they seem to have a deep sympathy and secretive posture.
"A couple of dogs and men."
Yang Lie rolled his eyes sharply.
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