Gate of God

"Being an arrow?!"

This time, it was not only the elites of the Devil who were shocked, but even Bai Xing and Wu Ji who were chasing after them were completely dumbfounded. ▲∴▲∴,

As they thought.

It would be almost impossible to break through the encirclement of thousands of troops and kill the top of the valley of Wind Valley with one person. Even Yuan Yuanguo, the strongest player in the field, would not have such an idea.

but……

Founder Cheng did it.

In an almost unbelievable way, under everyone's eyelids, it turned into a purple streamer and shot towards the clouds on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain.

This method is not difficult.

Star worship can be done as well, martial arts can be done, even any elite elite can do this when they have a long enough bow.

However, they did not expect it.

This kind of unexpectedness is not to say that they did not think of this method, but that in this case, they could not have imagined it in the case of a rush to kill among the army.

Just ask...

Who would have thought that when Fang Zhengzhi cast a dragon to look back, his purpose was just to cut a sufficiently wide gully on the ground?

Shocked, surprised, helpless.

This is the current thinking of Bai Xing and Wu Ji. They want to rush up the cliff of Fenggu to save Yun Qingwu, but they find out how weak this is.

Fang Zhengzhi's archery bow remained in the ravine.

However, when a person uses this method, the second person wants to reapply the trick, the difficulty can be said to increase several times.

Ten thousand steps back...

What's the use of going up now?

Of course, Fang Zhengzhi's sword is not as fast as worshiping a star. However, even with the star bow, even if it is a star, it can't stop Fang Zhengzhi's sword.

...

In the heavy rain, a stream of purple light rushed from the ground into the sky, and then fell from the sky, like a sharp arrow breaking through the heavy rain curtain, shot at the wind valley mountain cliff wearing a plain white dress and cloud dance.

The young deputy standing next to Yun Qingwu, the scornful expression on his face has completely disappeared at the moment, and it is an incredible surprise.

If Fangzheng climbed straight from under the cliff.

He has almost a hundred ways to block Fang Zheng's integrity, even making Fang Zheng back and forth, because, on such a steep cliff, he occupies an absolute terrain.

However, when he was suddenly condescending, he suddenly found that he had to raise his head to see Fang Zhengzheng, how can he still despise as he just did?

"Qiao!" The blade was out of the sheath. It was not a sword, but a knife, a very special knife. The tip of the knife had an opening like a snake letter, and the blade was thinner than an ordinary sword.

However, this is a knife.

The name of this knife is "Ghost".

If the Fire Lin Gun is the world's top ten treasures of the Daxia Dynasty, then the ghost knife is one of the five magic swords representing the supreme power in the Devil's Ten Realms.

Can have a ghost knife.

The identity of the young vice president is naturally unusual.

But this obviously has nothing to do with whether he can block the sword under integrity. Even if his identity is noble, when he sees Fang Zhengzhen rushing over, he still resolutely blocks in front of Yun Qingwu. .

Yun Qingwu's body stood quietly on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, slightly looking up, watching the purple streamer falling down from the sky, feeling the overwhelming murderousness.

"Sure enough, is it still up?" Yun Qingwu's lips opened and closed gently, as if she was talking to herself, as if all this had long been in her imagination.

"Click!" Purple Thunder descended, and the dark clouds rolled, and a big tree composed of purple Thunder lit up the dim sky.

The twisted purple light shuttles through the dark clouds, wandering like a dragon roaming in the clouds, exuding a powerful momentum overlooking the world.

"Kill!" Sen Leng's voice came from the cloud.

Immediately afterwards, a purple light emerged from the dark clouds. It was a strange purple, and it was also a figure wrapped in purple light and fighting down the sword.

The indifferent eyes stared tightly at the figure wearing a plain white dress below, and the monstrous murderousness pressed down like a mountain.

Dominate all momentum.

If, together with the bright sword awn inside the eyes, this is definitely a weird scene.

"Why is it so strong!" The ghost knife in the hands of the young deputy Tongtong was raised high, and the hilt with a scale-like carving was tightly held in his palm.

Never once.

He has such a mood.

The kind of cold, the kind of powerful murderousness revealed from the bones, let him finally understand that there are such people in this world.

By now, he also understood why Shi Kou would lose.

It's not the realm that Shi Guan lost.

It's momentum!

A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead, followed by the second drop, the third drop, almost instantly, his body was already wet with cold sweat.

However, the ghost knife in his hand was still held high, without a trace of relaxation, and no tremor, even though his face was completely pale.

The green magic eye on the forehead exudes dazzling and splendid glory at this moment.

The eyes of the young vice president were staring at the sword in the sky, and the purple twisted like a dragon was wrapped around the blade.

"Boom!" A huge collision sound finally sounded, and a strong shock came from the cliff of Wind Valley, making the ground under the cliff slightly trembling.

The water mist splashed by the rainstorm covered the ground, but it did not affect the more than 100,000 pairs of eyes looking at this shocking scene on the cliff of Fenggu.

The sergeants of Daxia grabbed the spear in their hands, and the soldiers of the South Region squeezed the broad knife in their hands. The elites of the Demon Eyes widened their eyes and stopped their movements.

There are talents who participated in the martial arts test, dragon guards, five hundred silver horn wolf riders, Xing Qingsui, Nangong Hao, Bai Xing, Wu Ji, and even Yuan Yuan, who is in charge of the overall situation Quietly stopped, a pair of tiger eyes stared tightly at the bumping figure on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain.

"Click!" The cliff of Wind Valley broke a huge gap at this moment.

A huge rock was cut off by a giant sword, and fell down from the top of the cliff. With a bang, it hit the ground of the cliff and became a pile of gravel.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, flushing the newly exposed mountain rocks, and the broken stones were washed in a few moments to reveal the hard stones inside.

now……

Three figures are standing by the broken mountain stone.

When the mountain breeze blew, Yun Qingwu's white long skirt finally fluttered up. The slender and snowy legs exposed the tip of the iceberg because of the long skirt flying, and under the long skirt was the broken gap, the distance, her double The position where the feet stand is just the distance of a finger.

In front of Yun Qingwu, a figure was half kneeling.

A black cloak has been lifted directly, revealing a beautiful and handsome face, and a green ink-like demon eye flashing a glare on his forehead.

The eyes of the young vice president stared closely at the young man standing in front of him.

Lips were clenched, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and apart from the blood between his lips, there was also a bright red on his sleeve.

The red, extending from his shoulder to his palm.

The rain fell.

The bright red was washed to the ground, revealing a scary wound with deep bones inside, and in addition to the wound, there was a silver-white metal luster flashing faintly in it.

"Huh, Huh..." The chest of the young deputy general undulates violently, which is a manifestation of exhaustion when exhausted to the extreme.

With a sword, he could no longer stand.

For a demon, a noble deity born naturally, can not stand straight in front of the opponent, this is already an insult.

"Why is it so strong, why is it impossible, can't be so strong..." A murmur came from the lips of the youth, accompanied by the heavy gasp, intertwined with the rainstorm.

Founder stood quietly on the cliff. He didn't go to see the young deputy who was half kneeling in front of him, but pointed the invisible sword in his hand to the lightly dancing cloud in the heavy rain.

A fascinating purple light flashed on the innocent sword, and a drop of bright red blood was washed down from the blade by the rainstorm and dropped on the cliff.

"Yin!"

The blade shuddered softly, making a sound like Long Yin, which seemed to be a kind of soft whisper, but also seemed to be an excitement, a bloodthirsty excitement.

The monstrous murderous air raged in the air, exuding a circle of breath like waves.

"Are you going to kill me?" Yun Qingwu finally spoke, her beautiful eyes looked at the purple long sword in the hand of Fang Zhengzhi, which was stained with blood, the tone was very calm, as calm as a greeting between two friends same.

Of course, the reality is that there is a sword in front of Yun Qingwu, a sword pointing straight at her throat and less than three steps away.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't answer Yun Qingwu's question.

He just looked at Yun Qingwu quietly in front of him, and the bright sword in his eyes became clearer and clearer, as if it was coming out of the body.

...

Under the cliff of Wind Valley.

More than one hundred thousand pairs of eyes are staring at the three figures, more precisely, they are also staring at the innocent sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hands.

Because every move of that sword will determine the life and death of Yun Qingwu.

kill!

Or not to kill!

From now on, it is indeed in the hands of Founder.

After all, apart from Yun Qingwu himself, I am afraid that no one can stop the sword of integrity below. As for the Demon Elite, there are also stars and martial halberds, which are also powerless.

What can they do besides waiting?

Too close, Fang Zhengzhi's sword is too close to Yun Qingwu, such a distance, not to mention trying to storm the valley of Fenggu to save, even if you move, the ending may have to be doomed in advance.

"Quick kill!"

"What is he waiting for?"

"It's you, can you start with Yun Qingwu?"

The geniuses looked at this scene, and all of them showed entangled expressions. They all knew very well that if this sword was stabbed, the war situation in the Southern Region could have a huge change.

Losing the support of the Demon Race, how can they dare to be the enemy of Daxia?

Moreover, the most important thing is that, for itself, it has a supreme merit.

However, it was Yun Qingwu after all.

A fascinating and talented strange woman, even though she is the young master of the Devil Race, even if she has no compassion for humanity.

Xing Qingsui's eyes looked closely at Fang Zhengzheng, his mouth opened, closed again, closed, and opened again, and there seemed to be a difficult decision to open.

Similar to Xing Qingsui's expression is Xing Yuanguo.

However, Xing Yuanguo has always just watched quietly, as the commander-in-chief of the Holy Territory to preside over the battle of the South Region, at this moment, he said nothing.

No one knows what he is thinking.

The Wuwei sword in Nangonghao's hands slowly got into the scabbard behind him, and a faint ice mist emanated from his body. He didn't go to chase the moon and stop the martial arts.

Because it is no longer necessary.

...

Time passed bit by bit. On the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, a straight sword pointed to Yun Qingwu's throat, and Yun Qingwu seemed to be waiting quietly for something.

I don't know how long after that, Yun Qingwu's voice rang again.

"Now that it has been decided, why don't you do it? It's impossible for me to rush up from under the cliff, and just let me go for no reason at all?" Yun Qingwu looked at Fang Zhengzheng, and Lian Bu moved gently, but she didn't retreat. Reverse, resolutely take a step forward, long skirt flying.

Compared with the calmness just now, this time, her voice clearly revealed a kind of relief, a kind of relief like a shackle.

The torrential rain fell from the sky, washing her veil more and more transparent, and the exquisite face was clearly displayed in front of Fang Zhengzheng.

Just like a solitary white lotus on that snowy mountain.

Qing Gao, arrogant, standing at the highest point in the world, she does not need mercy, no sympathy, she just quietly, overlooking the world under her feet.

"Kill...everyone who tries to hurt me, kill all, kill all...kill..." Fang Zhengzhi's lips finally moved.

It seems to be talking to himself.

However, UU reading www. uukanshu.com's voice is so cold that it makes people feel chilly, or that it is no longer a sound, but a wave formed entirely by murderousness.

"Boom!" A purple sky thundered across the sky, cutting a huge rift through the already dim and almost dark sky.

At the same time, the innocent sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hands also lighted up again, and the purple light flowed on the blade as if blood was flowing.

"dead!"

"dead!"

"dead!"

As Fang Zheng's lips kept opening and closing.

The monstrous murderous gas also spewed out like an ocean wave, circling up from the bottom of his feet, rising like a huge whirlwind, forming layers of rotating air waves on the cliffs of the Valley of Wind as substantive, falling the sky All the rainstorms are kept out.

The bright sword light emerged from the straight and straight eyes, entangled with the rich purple inside the eyes, and it seemed extremely strange in this dim world. (To be continued.)