Chapter 908: Battle beyond the limits

The starry sky, the ban formed by thousands of meteorites dissipated, a plain clothes figure came out, white hair was dazzling, and after a moment, it disappeared into the distance. net
Mormon's ninth son reappeared, for the wounds of his best friend, and then reinvigorated the world.
The starry sky is endless, the phoenix exhibition is extremely fast, the red wings open and close, and it is a thousand miles away.
In the northern part of the Starfields, there are wild sands, the battle is rampant, and the army of the North Road of the Devil Palace is unstoppable.
The head of the demon army, Jun asked the sky to stand with a gun, the undefeated will fear the world.
At this time, the void, Wan Jianying light vertical and horizontal, a dazzling abnormal sword, plain clothes white hair figure came from the sword, a breath of powerful, shocking thousands of magic army.
Familiar looks, the world knows, Jun asked the eyes flashed streamer, the ninth son of Momen, he finally came.
The dust-covered, dancing and undressed clothes are not stained with dust. Ning Chen looked at the first protector of the Demon Palace in front of her eyes and calmly said, "You can't open it here. Change to another place."
"can!"
Knowing that the newcomer is extraordinary, Jun Wentian also ignited the will to respond.
Ning Chen's figure turned around, stepped on it, and swept towards the high peak in the distance.
Jun Wentian walked step by step, turned into a streamer, and went away together.
In the rear, a bit of the devil looked at each other, shocked by the sudden challenge.
"Immediately report to the Holy Secretary!" The head of the three demon generals, a purple armor woman said in a deep voice.
"Yes"
The other demon nodded and responded with a condensed voice.
Thousands of miles away from the demon army, the twelve peaks of Tianwei, the double strong descended from the sky, and the endless battle came to life.
Tai Shi was out of the sheath, dazzling with glory, famous men and women, reappearing the world.
Step out, condensing yin and yang, ice and fire appear together, shocking world.
The sword palms merged with each other, and the vigor was swaying, and the sword energy and palm strength were all around.
There is no distinction between right and evil in the double-strength fight, because right and evil have long been blurred, and both of them are serious in their looks.
Ten strokes, the sword light is increasingly dazzling, beyond cognition, beyond the peak, the only sword in the world, it is difficult to look directly at.
"The reputation is not bad, you deserve my best!"
Palm to palm, the battle situation was instantaneous, Jun Wentian raised his hand and raised the wind and thunder.
A tremendous shock, fiery and snowy, Yin and Yang, Ning Chen raised his hand and pointed, the sword gas condensed on the fingertip, and the heart broke.
Jun asked Tian Ningshen, turning sideways, avoiding the sword qi, and immediately turning around with three tips and two blades, his tail blade turned sharply, and he returned strongly.
The sword finger turned back, and shook the Divine Soldier suddenly, then the Taishi waved with it, sizzling to kill all, and closing his throat.
Leng Feng's death was not allowed to falter, Jun Wentian turned his palms over Shen Yuan, Feng Lei Mantian, Qilin solidified, and shook his sword light.
At the peak of the confrontation, several moves were shocked, and the rumbling shock resounded from the peak. Both of them were the strongest in the world. Although they are the number of confrontations, they are already admired by the other party.
"There is such a thing to do, but it is to help the torture, to slaughter the world, sad!"
Jian Ningshuanghua, Fenghuo lingering, Ning Chen urged the Yin and Yang Yuan, two extremes intertwined and emerged, under the oblique moon, full of fiery blood.
"Your hands are not the same as hands, you and I, who is qualified to judge each other!"
Jun Wentian said in a cold voice, stepping on his feet, the three-pointed and two-bladed tens of thousands of thunders, and instantly, the aurora was dazzling and the thunder screamed.
At the next moment, the two passed by, the thunder shook the yin and yang, the nine days changed, and there was a bang, and the heavy rain fell.
"The roll of the earth, the earth turns a thousand times"
Jian Feng turned around, suddenly entered the ground, Ning Chen's palms were swiped, the heavenly martial arts reappeared, the earth quaked from the four sides, folded from the middle, and pressed the magic guard of the front.
"Tianshu?"
Jun asked Tian Zizi's micro-condensation, stepping into the air, avoiding the earth rising from the mountain.
Ning Chen raised his head, flashed the different colors, stomped under his feet, lifted his sword into the air, the cold sword light crossed again, and the blue sword Tao, staring at the sky.
"The scroll of heaven, forgiveness of heaven!"
The world is intertwined, martial arts are shocking, the sword is in your hands, and the world is the only one.
Jun asked Tianshen Ning, raised his hand to lead the wind and thunder, and destroyed the thunder light to spread all directions, blocking the blue sword Tao.
The aftermath of the double moves is unfinished, and the figure of Su Yi is swept over again.
Jun Wentian is also not afraid, shaking palm Ningyuan.
Hundreds of confrontations, from the sky to the peak, the two figures are continuously intertwined, sword gas, lance, thunder, wind and snow sweeping in all directions, the mountains of the Tianwei twelve peaks collapse, the sand rolls into the waves, and the rocks fall into the rain.
Outside the battle, a bit of the devil will be swept away, however, Jun Wentian does not speak, and no one dares to intervene.
The war is fierce and fierce, more and more fierce, one moment, two moments ... The martial arts bipolar, which is difficult to distinguish, stands out from the top, the warlord, the king of equipment, and the top competition.
At the peak, Ning Chen pointed the sword with his left hand. Immediately, the Taishi sword Hong Tao rushed out of the current, the snow and snow opened the boundary, the flames condensed the sea, the two instruments opened, and the Taiji array rose into the air.
"Is this your sword, not enough!"
Jun asked Tianchang to drink, Wu Yuan rushed to Jiuxiao, the crown of blue and gold shattered, her hair fluttered, and Thunder covered him.
The war was white hot, and in the distance, several figures descended from the sky, standing in the void and coming to watch the battle.
According to the centuries-old legend of Momen, the undefeated guardian of the Demon Palace, the two who have never had any defeat, who is better than one, continuing the undefeated myth, every strong eye present in the scene raises the emotion of concern. In the world of disaster, they prefer the ninth son of Momen to win. Yu Li, the battle of Foshan World War I, the first guardian of the Demon Palace is no longer victorious in the fourth realm.
The peak, the downpour is getting more and more intense, and the battle between the two is getting more and more fierce. The sword is stronger and the gun is heavier. Even if it is not for the world, not for all living beings, but only between the warriors, it will be regrettable to meet this opponent with life. .
"Don't they come yet?"
Seeing the eastern sky has revealed the white of fish belly, the head of the three demons, the purple armor woman said in a deep voice.
"It should be almost there!"
The words had not yet fallen, the distant peaks, three figures walked out, led by the blue Jin Qiu, with a cold face, watching the war ahead indifferently.
"Momen's ninth son is him again!"
In the rear, the moon-weaving girl's eyes are full of killing opportunities, and she says in a deep voice.
"Holy Division, this son poses a great threat to the future plan of My Demon Palace. Now he is the best chance to get rid of him!" Bai Wangran proposed.
Xie Tiance raised his hand to stop the former, calmly said, "Since this son dared to shoot, how could there be no preparation, in addition, they should be coming soon."
The words fell, the opposite side was empty, and a figure descended from the sky, a total of five people, covering Yan Luo's evil face, with a strong breath, people did not dare to underestimate.
Seeing the five people, Xie Tiance's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly, looking to the other side, his eyes flashed coldly, and he also came.
At this moment, a peak in the distance, a figure in red clothes and red hair appeared, with a mask of a king on his face, the breath was like an abyss, unfathomable.
"It's destiny? How is it possible!"
The five Yan Luo, one looked at the distant peak, shocked.
"What's impossible"
Under the mask of Emperor Song Yan, Mu Qianxi looked at the red figure in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "He has two avatars, and there is a volume of chaos to disguise his breath. Before he shot, he must have expected the current situation and left it intentionally. Backhand, used to deceive the Mausoleum Division and the world! "
The ninth son of Mormon and King Yan co-occurred. Nothing could dispel the doubts of the world.
"Do you help?"
Under the mask of another Yan Luo, Luo Xingchen said.
Mu Qianxi shook his head and said, "The enemy will not move, I will not move. We don't know what plans we have for Zhiming, we can't act rashly and undermine his strategy."
From afar, the figure of Yan Yan in red flashed. After a short while, he came to the five people and said lightly, "He asked me to tell you not to shoot!"
"Are you, demon?" Mu Qian's expression narrowed and he said slowly, hearing the cold tone of the former tone.
Yan Yi in red did not answer, but stood quietly, paying attention to the distant battle indifferently.
All the parties showed up and watched the unprecedented battle together. The twelve peaks of Tianwei, the sword spirit and the thunder, all showed their best.
"I know what you can do more than that, use all my strength to make me amazing!"
Jun Wentian lifted his palm and shook the turbulent phoenix in front of him, threw his fist and thundered, punched out with a punch, breaking the sky, terrified.
Ning Chen brandished his sword, sternly blocked the strong move, and with a sudden, his body made two steps, one sword into the ground, and the sword gas broke through the ground.
Jun Wentian walked around step by step, avoiding the sword lights that rushed out, and the three-pointed and two-bladed swayed across the sky, then returned to the ultimate move.
As soon as he raised his hand, the immortal appeared, fell into the earth, and the red light rose from the sky. Ning Chen's figure moved quickly, and the residual image was rare, and the sword was dazzling Linghua.
The sound of slamming, resounding through the peaks, the soldiers confronted each other, approaching the limit, and suddenly, the red sword light rose like a waterfall, trapped in immortal prestige, and powerfully killed.
Jun Wentian avoids retreat, the slightest difference, a sword light across the chest, bringing out a splendid blood flower.
"Retreat!"
The injury increased, and his eyebrows were furious. Jun Wentian drank aloud and took a palm shot, which fell on the chest in front of him.
"Uh"
With a snorting sound ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Ning Chen's figure slipped out ten feet, stepped and settled, and spared his energy, the rear mountain collapsed and fell down the mountain.
The situation of both defeats, the outcome is difficult to divide, the blood flowing down the earth is so dazzling, the two strongest people in the world, the war intentions are constantly accumulating, swallowing the blood, suppressing the injury, stepping out, and deceiving again.
Outside the battle, a powerful man looked at this terrifying battle, and his heart was full of waves.
"One-on-one, the ninth son of Momen has been able to fight with his elder brother evenly!" Moon Weaver girl shook.
"He can defeat the ancestor of Kirin Pavilion, with virtue of more than conspiracy and calculation, without corresponding force as support, any strategy is worthless." Xie Tiance said lightly.
"Shengsi means that now the ninth son of Momen already has the ability to ask him to balance with the balance?" Bai Wangran sighed.
"Although it is not what I want to see, it is already a fact."
Xie Tiance nodded and said calmly, "If this war, if the king asks that heaven can't kill him, from now on, unless the devil master kisses out, no one in the world can help him!"