Vol 3 Chapter 910: The wheel gets you?

The person who spoke up was the physical practitioner who had been particularly noticed by Xiao Chen, and the descendants of the Iron Hand King.
Just getting such a height, being looked down on by such a small look, Kong Yuan’s heart was angry and said: "Big, don’t say big words, flash your tongue. If you have the courage, go beyond me now."
The squad has bare arms and bulging muscles, and it has a perfect streamline. Looking at the names of the holy marks, "There are now the glory of the martial arts. If you still measure yourself by the standards of the older generation, it is too light to look down." Himself."
Kong Yuan sneered and said: "What is the use of so much, or that sentence, if you have the courage, I will overtake it now."
The Iron Hand King and the Peacock King are the famous kings of the contemporary era. The Megatron side has strong tyranny. The confrontation between the two descendants immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Quiet and calm: "You don't have to say, I am going to try."
When I jumped forward, the squadron came to the front of the sacred mark, and the sole of the foot slammed on the ground and burst into the ground.
People are like arrows, relying on the powerful flesh power, the height of the kilometer, the battle is almost instantaneous, and it has risen to the height of two kilometers, and the speed has slowed down a bit.
In the eyes of Kong Yuan, there was a sneer in the eyes. The real test is now only beginning. The explosiveness of the physical practitioners is very strong, but here is a continuous confrontation.
Once the explosive power is gone, it will be instantly shocked back by the invisible pressure from the holy mark.
But the smile on his face has not yet solidified, and the foot of the squad is walking out of thin air, and the figure is once again leaping, and it rises 550 meters directly.
Just over the 50 meters of Kongyuan, reaching for the sword, the title quickly engraved his own name, when the last stroke was finished, the figure swayed and landed on the ground.
Looking at the holy mark, more than 50 meters of his own name, Kong Yuan pale face, some can not believe.
Above the square of the Quartet, many old Wusheng, as well as those who watched the lively Wuhuang, were all slightly moved, and all of them were filled with the fear of the future.
Then the younger generation appeared one after another, and all kinds of height records were broken one by one. From 2,500 meters to 2,900 meters, people continued to engrave their names.
The appearance of the previous St. Marks Monument, which can be engraved on the name of two kilometers, can be highly regarded and called a peerless genius.
At this moment, the scene is an eye-opener. Many people don’t show their looks. When they are really named, they are screaming and stunned.
Under the hood, Xiao Chen's eyes are not idle, take this opportunity to pay attention to some hidden masters of all ethnic groups.
Retaining a name is not an end. After entering the holy mark, all kinds of treasures and spiritual veins are the real purpose.
After some observations, he was discovered by some clues. The four people on the corpse have a man with a brow and a tattoo.
This person is silent, but Wang Zhan’s attitude towards this person is unusually humbly, and he sometimes bows and says something to this person.
The mark on the eyebrow is like a flower, a very strange flower. Xiao Chen feels a bit like the legendary undead flower, but the imprint is too small to be truly certain.
The woman named Ghost City on the other side of the ghost family has long been noticed by Xiao Chen. After seeing this sanctification, Xiao Chen feels more and more unpredictable.
Kong Yuan of the Yaozu, although the height of the name was repeatedly surpassed, it can be seen that Xiao Chen, who shot him, does not think that he will be worse than others.
On that day, he gently touched the thirteen protoss masters and jointly displayed the martial arts, but he was deeply impressed.
What made him even more noticeable was the handsome man around him, the Yuanhu of the Linghu King.
"The Protoss Warrior, debut!"
At this time, a whisper screamed and disrupted Xiao Chen’s thoughts. Xiao Chen turned his head and saw that there were thirteen protoss white-haired warriors who came together under the holy mark.
Snoring!
The ray burst, the 13 people went hand in hand, climbing all the way, and under the attention of many warriors, they rose repeatedly, and soon exceeded 2,500 meters.
The exclamation sounded, and all the people on the scene were stunned. Two thousand and five hundred meters could be named here, and half of them became the king.
Is it difficult for the Protoss to be born with thirteen kings?
The stone fragments flew, and the thirteen people went to the place of 2,900 meters until they stopped, their fingers burst into golden light, and they began to write their names one by one.
"Two thousand and nine hundred meters, after the Emperor Lei, no one has been able to engrave the name in this place for thousands of years."
"It is said that the thirteen people are sanctified, and they are sealed by the Supreme God King as a glorious watchman. The watchmen are the title of the Apocalypse who is second only to the elders of the law-protection. It is obvious that these thirteen people are definitely not ordinary."
"The thirteen people are so powerful. The gods and the goddess of the gods, and the height of the goddess."
When the thirteen people of the Protoss took the shot, they immediately pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax. The exclamation of the argument was endless, and the discussion on the top of the square was also endless.
The faces of other ethnic groups are not very good-looking. The Protoss descended from Kunlun to the Kunlun Mountains. After the war, they have always had the ambition to unify Kunlun.
Nowadays it coincides with the prosperous world, the Protoss is so strong, and the living space of other ethnic groups is afraid of being suppressed.
Hey!
Perhaps it is the heart that is dissatisfied, can not see the Protoss so arrogant, the Terran Yan XIII, the Yaozu Linghu Wang after the Lantern Festival, the ghosts of the shackles of the city, the eyebrows of the corpse mysterious man with the imprint, all shot together.
On the side of the Wushen Palace, the three strongest sons of the strongest are also unable to withstand the situation.
These people, almost, represent the strongest of all ethnic groups, all of which are enchanting enchanting, each of which is a generation of heaven and earth, can be described as star-studded, brilliant.
Every name, in the future, will be the legend of all ethnic groups. It is as dazzling as a star, and only this holy mark can make them shoot together.
The Sifang hills, as well as the warriors of all ethnic groups on the scene, all held their breath and stared at the seven people who shot together, whether they could pull back a city in front of the mighty Protoss.
Two kilometers, two thousand five hundred meters, two thousand eight hundred meters, two thousand nine hundred meters, two thousand nine hundred and fifty meters, seven people live up to expectations, successfully surpassed the Protoss thirteen watchmen.
The flying stone fragments, the sun sprinkled on the faces of these seven handsome men, the picture was fixed, as if they were not writing a name, but a history.
After the millennium, when all the names become golden, history will become a legend and become a myth of future generations.
Seven people landed and returned to the ranks of the various ethnic groups, and a thunderous cheer was heard at the scene.
The emperor lacked this scene, his eyes flashed, and his face showed a faint smile. He said: "Tianyouxi, what do you think I can engrave at any height."
The white-haired goddess Tianyouxi, looking at the highest point of the holy mark, the trace of no name, did not answer, silence.
Next to the thirteen watchmen, they replied: "The Son of God, the nature of the sky, the future will certainly spread the glory of the Protoss throughout the Kunlun, at least with the Green Devil."
"Yes, when the Green Devil pressed our Protoss for more than a thousand years, the Son of God must be able to share his name and push the Protoss to a peak again."
When the Qing Emperor was proud of the Protoss, he personally entered the Protoss of the Kingdom of Heaven and annihilated a large number of gods. Even some of the gods of the Emperor of the United States killed four or five.
With one's own strength, the Protoss was beaten from the peak, and then the Longyin was invented, so that Longmen restrained the Protoss for a whole millennium.
The title of the Green Devil is left in the Protoss, but his power is unquestionable. Even the Protoss as an enemy has to admit it.
It is not an insult, but a great glory, and the thirteen watchmen think so.
The emperor lacked his gaze and looked at the golden name of the Qing Emperor on the holy mark. He said: "The myth that belonged to the Qing Emperor 10,000 years ago should be renewed by me."
A golden light burst out, and the emperor did not lack it. After seven major leaders of all ethnic groups, they achieved outstanding results and finally took out.
The golden light is like a rainbow of light, and the speed of the direct flight of two kilometers has not slowed down. It has reached 2,500 meters, and the speed has slowed down.
The light dissipated and appeared in shape, with a little climb, under the intense gaze of countless eyes. It climbed to 2,800 meters and reached 2,900 meters. It continued to rise and reached the 2,950-meter position.
He looked at the names of the various warriors here, smiled and paused for a moment, when everyone thought he would not be moving forward.
The emperor was full of white hair, all turned into gold, rooted in blond hair, sprinkled a piece of radiance, a light drink, a slamming figure, and quickly went.
Look at the explosive power, it seems to have to cross the three-kilometer limit, but when it reaches three kilometers, the body shape, the violent upward trend, seems to have been under great pressure, almost directly shocked down.
The emperor is not thinking about breaking the boundaries of three kilometers, and began to quickly write his own name. Next to Lei Di's mulberry wood, one stroke of the painting is inscribed with the word of the emperor.
The height of 3,000 meters is the same as that of the Qing Emperor. After 5,000 years, someone finally reached this level.
A large group of Protoss, excitedly shouting, the mysterious name of the Green Devil, now the Protoss finally appeared to be able to compete with the characters.
The thirteen protoss of the Protoss each made a holy light, forming a colorful arch bridge in the void, and spread to the feet of the emperor.
The emperor stood on the colorful arch bridge, his eyes looked down, and the line of sight finally stopped in the ranks of the Terran. He smiled slightly: "Sorry, you can't continue the myth of the Qing Emperor, and the Emperor has no need to do it."
Lazy tone, in line with the incomprehensible words, the emperor is indispensable to take this opportunity to plant his own invincible seeds in the genius and enchanting hearts of all ethnic groups.
"Oh, there is no shortage of the emperor, and this is not the case for you!"