Chapter 1912: Mysterious strong

"弑仙傀儡!"
"There are amazing arrows!"
"诛仙剑阵!"
Ye Xuan’s card is layered.
When the swordsmanship of the ancestors began, the white dragon temple and the masters of Qianshanzong were surrounded.
"Don't let go!"
A master led by Qian Shanzong hurriedly shouted.
This sword array is enough to pose a threat to the three saints. It is good to gather together, but if it is scattered, the consequences will be unimaginable.
However, if they don't let go, Ye Xuan can't take them anymore?
"Death chase!"
"The eye of assassination!"
In an instant, Ye Xuan directly marks the middle person and then appears behind the other side.
After the assassination of the eye, the power of the gods is terrible.
"Boom!"
The black light blooms, and the whole white dragon temple is like a night.
Fang Cai, the three-person saint of Bailong Temple is so dead, and Ye Xuan is now used again, this time no one survives.
Qianshan Zong team, all destroyed!
Right now, there is only four powerful saints who are powerful and powerful.
"Old guy, only me and you are left." Ye Xuan's mouth tilted slightly.
Cui Ming looked gloomy at Ye Xuan, cold and cold: "You, what is it?"
"I? Of course, the inheritor of the ruined black dragon, I inherited his last wish, that is to destroy the White Dragon Temple!" Ye Xuan replied.
"As long as I am not dead, the White Dragon Temple will be there!" Cui Mingdao.
"Is it?"
Ye Xuan opened his mouth and smiled.
In the next moment, countless 弑仙傀儡 appeared out of thin air, at least hundreds.
Bailong Temple, directly set off a storm of blood.
Every time someone dies, there will be a 弑仙傀儡.
People, less and less.
However, there are more and more 弑仙傀儡, in addition to the help of the old tree, the of the gods, and so on, there is no way to fight.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Cui Ming looked at the Bailong Temple he had built up, and was washed by Ye Xuan, his eyes were red.
However, the last time he ate it, he didn't dare to become a body again, because that strength would be weaker than human form.
In this way, only the human form and Ye Xuan can be maintained!
"kill!"
The war of the two has burned to the extreme. Today, the two must be degraded, otherwise the battle will not end.
If it was a few days ago, Ye Xuan faced Cui Ming, and certainly could not beat it.
However, after the breakthrough today, there are so many 弑仙傀儡 help, Cui Ming instantly fell to the disadvantage.
诛 剑 剑 弑 弑 弑 弑 弑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑
"Is it really the day of the demise of my White Dragon Hall?"
Cui Ming, who was bruised and bruised, couldn’t help but think.
He suddenly remembered that the disaster that was countless years ago was caused by the death of the Black Dragon.
In fact, it was destroyed by the black dragons in the past, and it was a place where people were sparsely populated. However, the White Dragon Hall saw the immortal imprint of the dying black dragon, so the Dragon Dragon Alliance was formed.
Today is their retribution!
"Old guy, I should send you to hell!"
After seeing the expression of Cui Ming, Ye Xuan knew that he had given up.
At this time, there are already hundreds of brilliant arrows, and hundreds of 弑仙傀儡 exist, Cui Ming did not survive.
"Let me hit this, solve you!"
Ye Xuanyuan’s eyes widened and he was ready to use the roar of death and kill Cui Ming.
However, it was at this time.
"Hey!"
Suddenly a breath spread, the time in the entire White Dragon Temple seemed to be still, and everyone could not move, including Ye Xuan and Cui Ming.
"I didn't expect it..."
A voice fell into Ye Xuan's ear, and then, a figure appeared in his eyes.
This is a black middle-aged man with a pair of black horns!
At this point, his gaze fell on Ye Xuan, looking up and down.
Strong!
A peerless powerhouse!
Even Cui Ming of the four saints can suppress the bombs, at least the high-ranking saints.
Or, great saint!
Who?
Cui Ming and Ye Xuan have never seen this middle-aged man with a horn.
However, Ye Xuan felt a little familiar to the pair of horns.
"Is it a demon or a demon?"
Ye Xuan frowned.
The demonizers have the ability to be transformed into human figures, and at the same time they can not completely shape, that is, let themselves grow long angles, covering dragon scales and the like.
However, the breath of this long-horned middle-aged man makes Ye Xuan feel a bit like the atmosphere of the Mozu.
"I didn't expect it to be found here, the blood of the demon dragon..."
The middle-aged man slowly spoke up.
Ye Xuan and Cui Mingyi listened, some strange.
Destroy the world, is it a black dragon?
Still not waiting for Ye Xuan to react, the gaze of the middle-aged man is a glimpse. The next moment, Ye Xuan directly disengaged from the sinister ghost dragon.
"It is God's will, the blood dragon of the Dragon Palace, the blood of the monkey palace, the blood of the gods, I met at the same time, there is a common master, it is a joke!"
The middle-aged man of the horns said coldly.
The Dragon Palace, the Destroyed Dragon, the Monkey Palace, the God of Heaven...
When these fell into Ye Xuan's ear, his body could not help but tremble.
This middle-aged man of the horns actually saw the blood of the broken sky. Who is he?
"Kids, they, do you think you are the master?" The middle-aged man of the horn suddenly asked Ye Xuan.
Faced with this problem, Ye Xuan can only nod slightly, saying: "Yes!"
This middle-aged man with a horn is too terrible, and he can kill him with his fingers, or a low-key one.
"In this case, you'd better take the initiative to lift the contract of the demon dragon, don't let me do it myself." The middle-aged man said.
"what?"
Ye Xuan brows one pick, the other party let him cancel the contract, how is it possible?
Moreover, the other party also recognized the blood of the gods, why did it only require the removal of the ghosts?
It seems that this middle-aged man knows something, so Ye Xuan asks: "Why?"
"No, just because his ancestors were my good friends, now I need him!"
The horns of the middle-aged humanity: "As long as you are willing to lift, then I will send you a creation that you can't imagine. You can easily break through to the Holy One, the Great Saint and even higher. How?"
"Hey!"
It’s not Ye Xuan, but the Cui Ming, who swallowed this spit.
Sending a creation, you can easily break through to a higher level than the Great Saint, then what is the realm of this middle-aged man?
"I don't want to make anything."
Ye Xuan directly refused.
You must know that the best dragon scale has been collected, and he is not lacking in any natural treasure.
Nothing can seduce him!
Moreover, if there is less of a ghost, then his strength will be greatly reduced, and even a saint may not be able to beat it. How can this be done?
"If that's the case, then I will do it myself!"