Vol 5 Chapter 295: Spike! A line of days!

Yan is still holding the expression just now, even the panic and the last voice are too late to come out, the body is slowly falling down...not forward, not backward, but the whole body from his head to him The crotch was evenly separated, and one left and one right fell to the ground.
The air suddenly filled with a strong smell, and the pair of eyes that were greatly stimulated were also widened, showing the shock that could not be suppressed.
The cold cliff and the Yanzheng are several tens of meters apart... and regardless of the distance, the fire is strong, and the ordinary sword is cut on him and he will not hurt him. And the cold cliff is such a simple knife, the inflammation dozens of meters away is cut into two halves vertically. What is even more frightening is that the tearing force brought by the broken wind blade is strong and fast. If it is not the fall of Yan Zheng, they are completely unaware. This means that if the cold cliff is the knife that they draw, they will not even be able to react, let alone avoid.
Chu Jingtian was shocked, Yan bowuo was stunned, and if the Yan bow was stunned, Yan Xi was shocked... These top masters began to dare not believe their eyes.
Is this... the killing of the konjac? Once opened, it means the awakening of a powerful demon.
"One...line...day..." Looking at the front, the cold cliff slowly spit out three words with a cold and squeaky voice - a line of heaven, after he first opened the blood to kill the konjac, he realized and waved Kill a blow, kill the emperor of the Northern Emperor Sect, a level of the heavenly level.
Yan Zheng defeated him with a stroke, and he was beaten by a stroke of resentment, completely washing his shame of disastrous defeat.
The light of the eyes began to dim, gradually losing the color of the blood, and the murderousness in the air began to fade with the wind and became thin. The cold cliff slowly closed his eyes and fell straight in the eyes of everyone. The man who forced him to open the blood to kill the konjac is already dead. His killing is no longer. Before that, he suffered a terrible trauma under Yan Zheng’s hand, jumped from the falling lake to the cliff, and released the world. The "first-line day" of the master's chill is to overdraw his strength. At this moment, he lost his goal and he fell down.
"Ice face!"
Chu Jingtian rushed over to help him, anxiously shouted out, touched his body, the touch of the hand was cold and scary. The cold cliff opened its eyes weakly, and the eyes were no longer the color of blood, but as usual. And it shows obvious disintegration. URL
Although he has fallen, the eyes that people look at him have not changed. This is a person who can't be provoked, because once he is forced to open the blood to kill the konjac, it is like a death god... He just opened a killing konjac and only sent a knife, but it was shocking, soothing A knife. Who can swear by the Tianchen mainland that they can kill a master of heaven--even the four god-level powerhouses, dare not make such a rumor. But it was realized in the hands of a man in his early twenties.
The endless sky, the white clouds are everywhere, in addition to this, no variegated. For these top powerhouses present, a flying insect flies over the sky and does not want to escape their perception. However, no one is present. In the distant sky, there is a person floating quietly there, calmly looking straight below. The mask and coat reflecting the silvery light seem to blend in with the clouds, making him stand on top of the clouds, overlooking everything below like an emperor.
"A line of days." He repeated the three words overflowing in the cold cliff, and the face covered with silver showed a light smile.
Chu Jingtian will help the cold cliff, Yan Bowuo quickly went over, eagerly asked: "You are okay."
"Nothing." Cold Cliff simply answered. The voice is weak, but it is still cold and silent.
"He suffered a very serious internal creation under Yan Zheng's hand. Don't let him move, someone will help him recover." Yan Tianwei said.
Chu Jingtian nodded hard and supported the cold cliff leaning against the stone wall. He asked: "Is the face of ice, what is your eye, why is there a ‘blood killing konjac’ said by Grandpa Scallion?

"Because, I want to kill." Cold Cliff answered coldly, then closed his eyes and no more movement.
Everyone's eyes moved with the cold cliffs, and the movements on their side naturally caught their attention. Yanzheng is still dead, but he is not dead under the anger of Chu Jingtian, but before he was hit by the cold cliff of the falling cliff, the other side, only used a knife. The three emperors of the Northern Emperor who came with him were like a block of thorny boulder. They were so painful that they could only bite their teeth and couldn’t do it with their eyes. They are the witnesses and sanctioners of this Tianchen Magic Wu Conference. They are the ones who can't violate the rules. They can only bear the fact that they are unacceptable.
In the past Tianchen Magic Wu Conference, the Southern Emperor or the Northern Emperor, who also witnessed and sanctioned, had never had a precedent for being killed, because no one dared to make a hatred with the Southern Emperor or the Northern Emperor. And Zheng Zheng’s momentary sorrow, and two sudden surprises, completely broke this
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The three elders’ fists squeaked and the face was no longer calm. Highly used to them, how can bear with a knife that is unrelenting. Yan Xiyi did not look at the body that was being separated from the body, and did not let people take his body away... This time, the Northern Emperor Sect only allowed him and the four commandments elders to appear here, no other .
"The few people, you can know what is the way." Yan Xia squinted with a few people who were obviously accompanied by Chu Jingtian and Leng Ya, and asked for a low voice. He couldn't help but have doubts in his heart... These few people who don't know where they are, are as shocking as the legendary Chu Jingtian and the cold cliff.
The three precepts elders shook their heads at the same time, indicating that there was no information about these people, which made Yan Xi's brow more and more tight.
Yan is dying, his Northern Emperor Zong face was swept, and because of the exit of the cold cliff, there was no one to be challenged. Yan Xiyu took a breath: "Remember those few people... This Tianchen Magic Wu Conference was really unexpected and interesting. I didn't expect that the first hit was actually my Northern Emperor... This is lost. The face is saved by me!"
After he finished, he got a little under his feet, his body leaped, and an elegant maneuver in the air, like a piece of wind-drifting leaves falling in the middle of the open space, his eyes flicking around, white clothes win snow, clothes 袂Lightly, the face is slightly clouded and light, and it makes people look good. Let these masters can't help but admire a man who is elegant and dusty.
Not far from Yan Xi’s station, Yan Zheng was flattened and cut into two sections. He did not look at it, humbly and calmly said: "The elders of Yan Zheng are unfortunately killed. Although we are sad in our hearts, it is true that he has taken the lead in the first place. Because of the fruit, we have nothing to say, and we will not give birth. I don’t hate it. In the Xia Emperor’s ancestral summer sorrow, I’m here today, knowing that there are so many wonderful people in the world. In the past, I just sat in the middle of the day, and I was so excited that I couldn’t help myself, and I came to offer ugly advice to the high-profile people.

Yan Xi’s name is rarely known, and there are very few people who have seen him. No one knows that he is actually a young master of the Northern Emperor. His words were humble and courteous, making people feel good, but no one looked down on him because of his appearance. His body turned and looked at the position of Chu Jingtian. He smiled and said: "This little brother knows the difficulty of the sword in the bottom. Your accomplishments in the kendo can be said to be only in the next life. Yanzheng Presbyterian Church It’s not awkward to lose your hand. I don’t know if I can teach it.

Chu Jingtian just had to answer, but he saw Yan Gongluo in front of him. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at Yan Xixiao: "Yan Xixi? Hehe... I thought you were very good at 'Northern Emperor'. Today Fang Zhi is no different. Even a big elder is not an opponent of my Chu brothers. As for you... Hey, let me see if you have the right to play with my Chu brother!!"
His voice fell, his body jumped out, and the plainness fell to the front of Yan Xi, not far away, sneer and look at him, without concealing the provocation and contempt in his eyes.
Chu Jingtian defeated Zhengzheng, cold cliffs killed the inflammation, relying on his own strength, although the North Emperor's face is dull, but also let them have nothing to say. Yan Bingluo is a naked sarcasm and insult. The three elders changed their faces at the same time, and Yan’s face was also gloomy. If you dare to say this to the North Emperor, you are either an ignorant person or a dead person!
"Your words, it is a bit too much." Yan Xi blinked his eyes for a long while, not salty and not light.
"Over and not, I will know when I try." Yan Bowuo reported with a sneer, his hands slowly raised.
"Please also report your name."
"Evil bow Luo!" Yan bow Luo plain answer.
evil? Tianchen mainland has a "evil" surname? Everyone was puzzled in their hearts, and they stared at the two people who watched them. This is another two young people! One of them is the Northern Emperor, although young, but destined to be extraordinary, even if he reached the level of heaven at this age, people will not be too unacceptable. But this self-proclaimed "Xie Gong Luo", who still dared to pose such a gesture in front of the Northern Emperor, is also as amazing as the two people just now.
They are coming together. A group of people, three elderly people, two middle-aged people, four young people. Two of them, one is the descendant of the sword god, showing the strength that makes them horrified, and the martial arts on the sword is so fascinating that they can't think of the "future sword god." And another cold cliff, after showing unbelievable heavenly strength, opened a pair of blood-killing konjac... So, will the young people who come here with them bring them once again? Shocked.
The answer is gorgeous in front of them.
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