Vol 3 Chapter 889: Variance

The sword came out, and the black swordsman formed a pair of long rainbows that swept out.
The five-foot-long Tianbing sword, the cold mangling, and the world behind Yan XIII, all darkened, and there was no life.
Under the abyss of Tianlu Shenquan, there is a stone of origin, and there is almost no vitality. Under the sword of Yan XIII, all vitality is briefly cut off.
Even the golden springs have become a little bleak, a look that is not angry.
The swordsman is unmatched, and it is rapidly elongated. The black sword light is concise and thick, and it contains the will of killing. Changhong passes through and destroys everything, and the sky is dark.
All the surrounding warriors were taken aback. They did not expect Yan XIII's killing kendo, and the Tianbing Sword could play such a powerful power.
Only the emperor has no change in looks, it seems that it will be expected early, whispered: "Retreat."
Thirteen of the Protoss warriors who were preparing to fight, gave birth to a brilliance under their feet, and they quickly quit.
The white-haired woman next to the emperor, leaping and leaping, flashed in front. The golden light shone in the eyebrows, and there were countless illusory figures behind him. They fell to the ground and sang all kinds of praises and poems.
Among the scorpio, a holy glory fell, and the white-haired woman was shrouded in it, making her temperament look like a goddess.
Glorious Saint Ge!
A white-haired woman, reaching out and knowing the spirit of the sea, rushed out. Forming a sacred long-growth with a glorious will, the black swordsman who rushed toward the front Yan XIII ran into the past.
boom!
Glorious will and killing will, in this moment, quickly fight together, and in the spring of God, a golden water column that grows up to 100 meters is immediately erupted.
The golden Saint Ge, a little dissipated, but finally blocked the Yan XIII, this imposing black sword, when all the vision disappeared.
The emperor lacks a calm and open channel: "Yan XIII, your killing kendo is not yet perfect, and you can't pass the level of your mind. How you are in trouble is futile."
Yan XIII glanced at the white-haired woman in front of him, silently laughing: "There is no shortage of the emperor, you are really interesting, why don't you dare to fight me? I know that I never kill a woman, dare to be so unscrupulous? ?"
In the depths of the imperial eye, there is endless glory in the glory, faintly looking, always makes people feel unfathomable, looked up: "Since you know your weaknesses, why should I do more, between you and me, sooner or later There will be a battle, but not now."
"You haven't finished the martial arts yet, and the match with Tian Bingjian has just begun. You ask the heart, is it really sure that I will fight with all my strength?"
The deep ambiguity, the endless brilliance, and the imperialism between the emperor seem to be able to grasp the hearts of all people.
Powerful and incomprehensible, he did not shoot at all, but it made people feel an unprecedented pressure.
The woman who is in front of Yan XIII, the radiance of her body is eternal, holy, and escaping.
The golden light of the eyebrows shines, the radiance of the will, the sway of the round, the pool of water under the feet, and the ripples of the waves.
The slender Saint Ge, surrounded by her up and down, can always block Yan XIII.
Yan XIII received the sword and returned to the sheath, gently returning to the previous place, immersing the pool in the water, continuing to absorb the essence of Shenquan, and ignore other things.
Other Terran warriors, not to face each other, even Yan XIII has been retired by the emperor, will they still have a chance?
In the three thousand worlds, the Protoss ruled a thousand worlds, half more than any other family. After the fall of the Qing Emperor, the protoss once again developed to the peak.
This powerful race from outside the country once again revealed its ambitions. It is not a day or two to suppress other ethnic groups in the Kunlun community.
An Junxi and others are not unknown people. They have long heard of the name of the emperor. This protoss is a genius, the of the thousand gods.
In the younger generation of the Protoss, there is unparalleled prestige, and it is the leader of the younger generation who is well-deserved and convinced.
The thirteen protoss of the Protoss, all of them are the geniuses of the Protoss, but they are not in the face of the Emperor, but they are not convinced.
These scenes are difficult to see in other ethnic groups. Taking the Terran as an example, the Three Sons have a high reputation. It is necessary to make An Junxi and Shui Lingling and others convinced, but it is still far behind.
Now there is no shortage of emperors to drive them away, and it’s really a bit overwhelming.
The emperor glanced at him without a defect, saying: "I still don't leave, time is limited, don't kill my patience."
White snow-free cold looked at the emperor without a glance, a bite of the first to leave the place, An Junxi shook his head and then left helplessly.
Soon, except for the Three Sons and Yan XIII, Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling were left.
Shui Lingling turned her hand, and the purple diamond bow appeared in the left hand. In the right hand, there was a red arrow that had never been seen before.
The emperor looked indifferently and said: "Shui Lingling, are you going to fight against me?"
Shui Lingling smiled softly: "The Protoss is very great. The Protoss who died under my arrows these years have not had a thousand and five hundred. I don't mind being blood-stained today."
"kill."
The emperor said a word without indifference, not to say anything.
Thirteen protoss warriors stepped up step by step, and the golden long sword was once again sheathed. The giant swordsmanship was re-combined.
The bright hymns let the giant swords spread on the gods, immortal, , and the scent of the sword, the lake below is split into two halves.
Shui Lingling's face sinks, pulls the bow and pulls the string, and the flame will begin to rise a little bit. A group of Xuanyang really fires the whole body.
"Master sister, let me come!"
Has been closed his eyes, exudes a faint luster, refused to waste any little cultivation time, Xiao Chen, open his eyes, faintly said.
Taking advantage of the giant gold sword that flew, the dragon sounds quickly in the body, and the dragon spirit of Dantian jumped out.
Quickly spread inside the chest cavity, and together with Xiao Chen's Zhen Yuan, formed a cyan dragon shadow swimming fast in the chest.
A huge force is slowly accumulating, and the chest feels like it will explode at any time.
Knowing the sea boiling, the spirit of constant consumption, Xiao Chen screamed at the golden sword that flew.
The dragon's sound contains the spirit of Xiao Chen, forming a whirlpool and immediately diffusing out. Hey, the sound waves swept, the rise of the water surface swelled, and a wave of shocking water curtains.
The golden sword that flies in the air, the first of which, the pattern formed by the mental power, immediately broke.
Screaming, giant swords, a little dissipated. Waiting to fly to the front of Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling, the disappearance has disappeared without a trace.
At a glance, this giant sword, which has caused headaches for all ethnic fighters, was so easily broken.
The sound of the dragon whispered, still did not disperse, the remnant of the sound, let the thirteen protoss warriors feel a headache, the body could not help but step back a few big steps.
"Dragon Sound!"
All the Protoss warriors changed their faces, and all looked incredulously toward Xiao Chen, with a hint of horror in his eyes.
Long Yin, the martial arts created by the Qing Emperor in the past, brought a heavy blow to the Protoss. After 10,000 years, it was still not forgotten by the Protoss.
Without him, just because of this martial art, the trauma brought to the Protoss in the past was too fatal.
It can be said that this martial art, so that the protoss of the peak period, before the dragon facade led by the Qing Emperor, did not dare to have any rash action.
The emperor has always been calm, and his face is sinking. He said: "Kill him!"
Thirteen protoss of the Protoss, first jumped out of the three, roared, the endless chant sounded, each showing a distant legend to the dawn of Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen smiled coldly, leaped into the sky, and the same place, but also the loud hymns, but the songs belonged to Xiao Chen’s own legend.
boom!
The fists were touched, and the three men smashed and vomited a blood. They were directly hit by the legend of Xiao Chen, and they flew to the raging wolf.
"How is it possible that he is using the Protoss martial arts, even stronger than the Protoss itself."
The warriors of all the surrounding people won this scene and they were all taken aback. I don’t know what happened.
The emperor has no eyebrows to pick one. This white warrior once again surprised him.
Silent and uninterested, I have been standing cross-legged and sitting in the emperor without a sudden suddenly standing up, white hair without wind and dancing, a root slowly turned into gold.
The powerful imposing power of the gods spreads out, and the water below it rotates uncontrollably, forming a whirlpool of horror.
The emperor decided to take it out personally, and everyone could not help but look up. In the past few years, the emperor has rarely shot.
Every time you shoot, your opponent is not surprised, and the end is extremely tragic. The emperor has no name in the Kunlun world, but it is not said by the mouth.
In fact, in this world of strength and genius. If there is no real strong strength, as the enthusiasm, who will be forced to withdraw by the emperor without a word.
Rumble!
At this time, the entire Kunlun Mountains began to violently shake, and the sounds of the road were louder than the thunder.
The space is shaking, shaking in the sky, and cracks appear on the ground.
The Quartet hangs and stops all the warriors, and with a slamming sound, without any ability to resist, it falls heavily on the ground.
Such a vision is obviously not something that the emperor can do without it. Even the sect of the prince-level Wu Sheng can't do it.
"what happened!"
Everyone is unclear, and some are horrified to talk to themselves.
Xiao Chen’s heart moved and looked around in a circle. It’s true that the mysterious swordsman’s wing is not known where it went.