The Ren Huang Temple is getting closer and closer to the ground, emitting intimidation and becoming more and more horrible.
This ancient palace, Fiona Fang, thousands of miles away, all the ancient creatures, species and animals are transferred and dare not stay in this area
Even in the past ages, Ren Huang was mighty and mighty, but it can still suppress the wild and all monsters are afraid!
"So this is the Ren Huang Temple, which is really shocking enough."
"The pressure is too great. I’m afraid of building a foundation with seven veins now. It’s hard to imagine what kind of pressure I will bear to fight in the Ren Huang Temple."
"Look at that stone pillar. Is it carved like a dragon? It’s so lifelike that it seems to be coming back to life!"
Ren Huang Temple now attracts monks from all over the ancient battlefield to wait and see.
Layer after layer, many people looked up at this ancient palace in the whirlpool of thunder sea dark clouds.
Not everyone can be as rational as Tang Yu to suppress curiosity and avoid being involved in this bloody battle.
"I’ll give you all three breaths, and whoever is still here will die!"
At this time, a cold sound came from the periphery of the crowd with a sharp edge that could cut everything off!
Many monks looked back.
Behind the crowd, a monk in robes paced up and casually put a sword with a sheath on his waist, and his slender fingers swayed gently, looking indifferent.
"How can three breaths leave here?"
Many monks frown.
"One breath"
The robe monk said a word with a low expression on his face.
"Who is this person? His tone is quite crazy!"
Someone can’t help but sneer at one.
"two breaths"
Monk robe added.
An eagle-eyed monk exclaimed when he saw the man’s waist and door token look changed, "Sword Sect! I’m afraid this person is Hang Qiuyu from Jianzong! "
When I heard the word Jianzong people, there was a big wave in the crowd.
Just then, Hang Qiuyu sounded again.
"Three Breaths"
I don’t know when Hang Qiuyu’s slender fingers have fallen on the waist hilt and looked at the front. Everyone said coldly, "You have lost your last chance."
Hum!
A stunning white light appeared.
No one can shape the speed and strength of this sword.
Jing hong Jian Jian Jing hong!
This moment is facing Hang Qiuyu, and almost all monks are blinded by this bright sword light.
For a moment, everyone felt that the throat was cold and sprayed with something warm and sticky with gamey smell!
That’s blood
Across from Hang Qiuyu, dozens of monks were cut off by a sword, and their throats fell to the ground and they died unsatisfied.
There are almost all seven-vein foundations near the imperial palace, and there are some things.
But these dozens of monks didn’t even have a chance to sacrifice the spirit, so they were lying dead on the spot.
A sword is terrible!
Friar looked frightened and hurriedly patted the bag and touched the protective symbol. At the first time, he crushed it and offered his flying sword to touch out the defensive weapon such as shield and protective mirror.
Hey!
When the monks were ready to look ahead, Hang Qiuyu’s figure had disappeared.
A breeze brushed my face.
Hang Qiuyu has rushed into the crowd with a stunning sword!
The sword shines with blood.
Some monks were cut off by the waist, and the blood gushed out, making people sick and dirty.
What kind of protective charm is like paper in Hang Qiuyu’s sword?
When!