Chapter 1993: : Six sacred kings!

During the time, an elder of the holy mountain pointed at the sky and screamed.
All the people who had no hope in the audience looked at Tianzhu in an instant, and instantly the creeps, the face froze on the spot!
"boom!"
Under the magnificent sky, six golden lights rise up in the sky, and the general roar of the wind and the electric screams, a little more than the sacred phantom of the Holy King, but the more solid image of the Holy King volleys, skyrocketing!
The sacred light drifted along the way, Xiangyun turned into a steam rising in a flash, in the midst of it, the holy king doubled open, golden light burst, accompanied by mysterious power, including the entire holy mountain!
On time, Jinguang is like a fireworks, covered with the sky, among the thousands of peaks, everything and everything is stained with golden yellow.
"Hey!"
In addition to the snow red building, the people of the Holy Mountain, including the guests and guests, without exception, in the shocking eyes, involuntarily underground, the invisible pressure is fierce, and the movement is like a storm.
"Six-way holy king! Su Yi, can actually lead to the true king of the Holy King!" The shock in Duanmu Xiong's eyes has not been concealed, looking at the huge solid body above the sky, horrified.
It is rumored that there is the innate sacred spirit of the first generation of the Holy Emperor in the holy martial arts. The first sacred emperor was also the only man in the sacred mountain called the holy king!
A strand of cold-hearted stalks on the back of the seated man, his mouth widened, the elders of the sacred fire, and the long, sturdy wind slammed on the ground, his legs trembled and he could not move.
"My God, is the true content of the Holy King?" An elder of the Holy Mountain is already in the Yuan Dynasty. At this time, it is close to Shengwutang, and the eyes are violent and flashing unbelievable!
"My head, my head hurts! My soul is taken away!"
"what!!!"
The huge golden body is full of the whole audience, and the ambiguous spirit is like a storm. The two rounds are like the next day's nephew to suppress the world, no one is spared!
In just a short moment, in front of the vast St. Wutang, hundreds of people have already been smashed, not to mention the people who watched the holy mountain in other peaks!
The sacred mountain, millions of people, all face the sacred king of the heavens, and bow down to the head, with a solemn feeling, as if worshipping the gods.
All beings, look at the Holy King!
The beast is flying, the soul is roaring, the golden glow is tens of thousands of miles, the vast spewing golden light fluctuates, and the great of the holy king sits diagonally in front of the church, overlooking the whole world!
"rumble!"
Only in extreme times, the illusory virtual shadows make the Quartet endless.
"Resistance!" Gu Yue issued a command, the whole body is full of vitality.
Standing above the sky, the Tiangong Palace and the family at the same time exerted their strength and joined forces to form a huge aperture, which would resist the sacred glory of the six holy kings.
Blue dragonfly, solitary rain ink, Su crazy song, ancient Yue, Long broken mountain and other people have been horrified, facing the overwhelming sacred breath, all face changes!
"Su Yi, do a good job! You have done it!" In the running spirit, the face is slightly ruddy because of the vitality of the end of the wood, Mang, slightly eyebrows, stealing.
"Sister, you are finally relieved!" Duanmu Qingtian raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath in his heart. He looked at the real body of the Holy King not far away, and his heart was equally shocked.
In an instant, Duanmu Qingtian’s brows shook, doubts clustered, whispered:
Weird, this kid is the clearest, there is no metality, no gas of the Holy King, how can there be such a big reaction?

Wen Yan, Duanmu Muman suspected nodded, the ice blue color continued to output, and the former figure of Shengwutang attracted attention.
"Snow Red House also resisted the sacred spirit of the Holy King! He did not kneel down!"
Duanmu Qingtian is in the black hood, and the light is shining, and he sinks for a long while.
"This kid is really extraordinary. Fortunately, there is no festival with Su Yi! I can't see a trace of emotion in his body, like a stone!"
After a few dozens of interest, the golden light of the sacred space of the sacred mountain slowly dissipated. After the disappearance of the golden light disappeared, the illusion of the top of the holy martial arts began to disappear.
Everything is calm, and everyone still maintains a bowing posture, and dare not have the slightest disrespect.
Between the golden light, Su Yi slowly floated out of the physical St. Wutang, condensed time, and there was no trace of domineering.
And the demon killing sword has also been taken back by Su Yi in the space bag, his eyes moved down, and the long wind is still good, Su Yi is converging, his face is positive, and laughs.
"I know that you admire me, but you don't have to take this gift! Everyone is flat!"
As soon as the voice fell, the lineup of the Mount Athens all looked up. In the pupil of the shackles, Su Yi put his hands on his hips, just like the upper ones, and the corners of his mouth scorned a contempt.
"boom!"
Quickly stood up, and the long wind suddenly gave Su Yi a slap!
And not only the long winds, but even the elders of the Holy Fire, all the elders of the Holy Mountain are respectful and respectful!
"Damn! Su Yi, you bastard!"
The face was blue and red, and the face of the long wind was instantly smeared with excrement, which was extremely ugly.
Seeing Su Yi's triumphant look, he pushed his hands horizontally and his body shape backwards, and a golden dragon-shaped light burst out.
The wind was broken along the way, the roaring sounded, and the space was like a wave, and it screamed to Su Yi in the air.
In the long and sunny eyes, Su Yi has changed smoothly, and Su Yi has come out smoothly, and it has also led to the six real kings. It is not a problem to enter the big battle.
Shame and resentment, let the wind grow up in a long time!
"Go to hell! You give me to die! I want to kill you! Kill you!"
"boom!"
Not yet waiting for Su Yi's body shape, a huge golden light coming from the sky is like a knife light, and the life will cut off the golden dragon wave of the long wind!
On time, the sound of the sound rang through the sky, the light rain and the rain, the countless pieces swayed the human eye, and the fluctuations pushed everyone back a few feet!
The person who came is not someone else, it is Duanmu Xiong, I saw that Duanmu Xiong figure is imposing, and he is furious and screaming.
"Oh, what are you going to do!"
The Holy Fire also came to the side of the long wind in an instant, stopped the long wind, and condensed: "Duanmu wood, you elbows turned out! Even help this dog thief?"
Duanmu Xiongtu waved his sleeves, his eyes flashed, and his voice angered: "Can a dog thief lead the real king?"
The two are relatively embarrassing, the contest between the holy fire and the end wood makes everyone unprepared, others suddenly open their mouths, I do not know why.
"Duanmu elders, Su Yifei, my son of the Holy Mountain, can accept the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Is there no ghost in this?"
Duanmu Xiong’s eyes sank, and the horror in his eyes had not faded. He went to Su Yi’s side and looked up and down Su Yi.
"If there is a strange, how can I enter the holy martial arts? In the holy martial arts, how is it baptized, you have personally experienced it!"