Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 529 What is Zongmen (5)

The high-level leaders of both sides did not act rashly.

Xuan Lingzong’s gaze on the elders and the lords has been staring at the Yunzong Guardian sacred beast. Once they first shot, they failed to stop the guardian beast, and the consequences were unimaginable.

Xuan Ling’s lord bit his teeth. At this moment, they don’t want to shoot... can’t! Can't shoot!

The Xuan Ling lord looked at the inner disciples who died in battle. They were both red and sorrowful. This is what he can only do now. The helplessness and self-blame in his heart are not enough and humane...

The two wars are no less than the battle between the dynasties. They can't let the temper come, and the heart hurts again, but they can only endure it!

At one corner of the Zongmen, the body of the wind and ink flew across the body, hitting a rock into a collapse.

Among the ruins, the wind and ink glass slowly rose, and the corner of the mouth overflowed with a trace of blood.

In the inner door, he is notoriously famous. He is a famous little bully, but at this moment, he resists his life and swears to die with the sect!

A Yunxiao sect in a white robe, with a light indifference, holding a yellow-edged sword, walked straight toward the wind-stained glass.

"Supreme martial arts... really good, can stop me more than three hundred strokes, and even kill one of my brothers." The man whispered in his mouth.

The wind ink bite the teeth.

"Hey!"

Immediately, the man pulled a sword toward the wind and ink.

At the same time, a blue-colored sword mang, quickly reached, and the Yunxiao sects flew.

"Ink, you are fine!"

I wish the long song to come forward and help the wind and ink.

"Thank you..."

"Thank you?" I wish the long song a smile: "You must thank, thank you for the mysterious spirit in my hand."

Hearing the sound, the wind and ink glass looked at the cyan sword in his hand, and a horrible sword fluctuated from the sword, and it was extremely horrible.

In the Treasure Pavilion, there are a total of ten sacred spirits, and at this moment, among the long singers, there are one of the ten martial artists.

"court death!"

Yun Yunzong disciple, who was swayed by the sword, glared at him and shouted loudly.

"Hey!"

Immediately, I jumped from the distance to the two disciples of Xuan Lingzong.

These two disciples, a man and a woman, are in the hands of the Xuan Pin Shen Bing, a sword painted black as ink, a knife red as fire.

Two swords and one sword, two Xuan Pinshen soldiers squat at the same time, bursting with glare of luster, the knife and the sword are intermingling, creating a blow to destroy the earth.

"Boom"!

The Yunxiao sect disciple did not know what was going on, and the body was blown into pieces under the influence of this sword.

"Yang Lie knife, Han Yin sword ... really amazing..."

The wind is stunned.

The person holding the martial knife is Han Qingyun, the chief disciple of Xuan Lingzong, and the woman is one of the ten core disciples of Xuan Lingzong.

"Yang Lie knife and Han Yin sword, is the strongest Xuanpin spirit of this ancestor, I am in love with the heart of the teacher and sister, this can show me the greatest power of my Yang knife and Han Yin sword." Han Qingyun whispered.

Smell, the woman's heart is reddish.

"Cold-yellow sword and Yang Lie knife... Only the talents with the same mind can show their greatest power. With the strength of the master brother and you, the two masters can be motivated, even the elders of Xuan Lingzong. , causing a certain threat..."

I wish a long song.

Han Qingyun is the chief disciple of Xuan Lingzong, and his strength has been comparable to that of Xuan Lingzong elders, but his heart is a little bit shorter, but it will not be too much. Both yin and yang are in the hand, and if Yunzi’s disciples are only repaired by themselves, there is no treasure in the body, and they will die.

(End of this chapter)