Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

In the dark night, a light appeared!

Eastern Street Junction, the people fled in panic, not knowing whether they were driven by the rainstorm or were alarmed by the riots.

The azure clothed man's hair was flying, and the azure clothes on his body was tumbling.

This is an extremely powerful breath, like a blazing sun, warming the coldness of the surrounding rainstorm and the darkness of the whole world.

martial daoist!

The supervising officer's discoloration changed.

As for what kind of martial daoist Zhao Yang is, it is impossible to know, because this person hides his strength and is not above the Great Qing Martial Appraiser!

But based on this imposing manner alone, one can imagine that the grade is definitely not low!

Why would such a martial daoist be caught obediently, and be taken to prison by them?

Just to play the pig to eat the tiger?

This is what the supervisor suspects.

And azure clothes Zhao Yang gave the supervisor an answer.

He carried his hands on his back, and the rain around him seemed to be affected by the invisible aura, one after another hanging in the air. Like a heaven and earth bead curtain, with a bit of sci-fi-like beautiful and alluring.

Zhao Yang glanced at the execution platform and slowly said: "The reason why I am obediently surrender is that I still have a glimmer of hope for the Imperial Court law."

"I don't want to use military The force is resolved, I just hope that the Imperial Court of Human Race can give us aggrieved people a chance to be fair."

"But...I was wrong."

" There is no justice in this world."

"This sky covers the darkness of eternal night."

"This Imperial Court is completely decayed!"

Zhao Yang shook the head, heave a long sigh.

His gaze fell on the many Divine Race students studying abroad who followed the Supervisor. These Divine Race children changed their colors, without the slightest hesitation, activating the Divine Spark on the eyebrows, like using Lightweight Art. Out of the sedan chair, tearing the rain curtain, moved towards Eastern Street Junction and rushed away.

"My Martial Dao is called the mourning frost, the sword mourning Heaven and Earth, the frost descends on the earth!"

On the execution stage, Tsing Yi muttered.

When the words fell, Zhao Yang bulged in azure clothes.

Slap both palms in front of you.

In an instant, one after another raindrops suspended between Heaven and Earth, like being pulled by an invisible gravitational force, became sharp and thin, and suddenly turned into a dense sessile sword !

Immediately, these sword-shaped flying rain, frost like blades.

The sky is raining, and the sky is full of swords!

Zhao Yang, whose waist is straight, bends his index finger and taps a rain on the back of his finger.

Ding!

A clear sound like a wind chime swaying, suddenly!

In an instant, sharp swords filled the sky, like a blizzard on Great Snow Mountain, hiding the sky and covering the earth moved towards those Divine Race children who fled towards Eastern Street Junction and covered it. go.

puff puff puff!

In an instant!

These Divine Race children, there's no resistance pierced by the sword, were pierced to the ground, golden blood, flowing out of their bodies, dripped all over the ground.

The uproar resounded through Eastern Street Junction.

azure clothes Zhao Yang Looking at the people who fled in fear, disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Human Race is stained with blood, but Divine Race is not stained with blood?

hong long long!

In the dark clouds, there seems to be a blonde silhouette flying into the sky, glaring up, and roaring up to the sky. It is the powerhouse of the Divine Race students studying abroad. At this moment, I am furious!

He was killed by Zhao Yang completely unprepared!

Too late to save the Divine Race kid.

Human Race martial daoist, damn it!

azure clothes Zhao Yang tapped his fingers again, the Frost Sword galloped out, and some of the officers and soldiers who wiped oil were cut off their hands and feet, and blood flowed all over the ground.

However, Zhao Yang did not worry about the safety of the students. After all, most of the students of Jixia Academy have good backgrounds, and the supervisors did not dare to hurt them.

azure clothes Zhao Yang lifts the head, sneered, and lifted the palm from bottom to top.

Countless rain and frost swords, wrapped up a seat of Tsing Yi, rushed into the clouds.

Today, he slaughtered the Divine Race powerhouse for his students as the last teaching!

My Human Race, I am not weaker to any race!

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Fang Zhou has several points of shock.

Looking at the azure clothed man bursting out on the execution stage, at that moment, it seemed to be the focus of the world!

Turn the rain of Heaven and Earth as a weapon and cut out thousands of swords.

Is this...Human Race martial daoist? !

This is the first time Fang Zhou has seen such powerhouses. Even the Heaven-class Martial Artist battles in the Nine Directions Walled City martial battleground have not had such horrible fluctuations!

This is a shock to the soul!

It's not just Fang Zhou, all the students were shocked when they saw the azure clothes Zhao Yang bursting out of terror on the execution stage, raising their hands and feet.

At the same time, everyone's heart was ignited. It turns out that Human Race Martial Dao is no weaker than the foreign race powers!

The powerful Human Race martial daoist can also wrestle with the foreign race powerhouse!

In the rain curtain of Xiaoxiao.

Fang Zhou feels that Martial Arts Bookstore seems to engrave the picture at this time. Between the vibrations, the mind is agitated, and the thoughts are sublimated, like a flower bone blooming!

For a long time, before his eyes, the blue smoke was distorted into a line of prompts.

[Open "Martial Arts Major Event Chronicle", participate and watch the full Martial Arts Major Event Chronicle, and get a lot of Martial Dao experience]

[Watch Human Race powerhouse Martial Dao, Martial Dao experience +50, extracted "Sorrow Sword" First Style, has been recorded in a book]

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All kinds of noisy sounds, the hustle and bustle is endless.

The students of the parade were soaked by rain, but their eyes were filled with unyielding and anger, and confronted the officers and soldiers of the Imperial Court.

From pushing and pushing to resisting!

He proclaimed this dawn, after all, he would shed his blood.

Fang Zhou retracted his gaze from the execution platform. He did not immediately study what Qingyan suggested. Instead, he controlled Lu Ci's body and attacked the surrounding soldiers.

Throwing noses, blasting blood mist, and blood dripping on Lu Ci's gorgeous face form a coquettish but exquisite meticulous painting.

Fang Zhou can't talk about good feelings and dislikes for officers and soldiers. After all, it was the first contact, but their behavior made Fang Zhou feel sick.

With the pretext of suppression, I couldn't stop licking oil.

Do these guys deserve to be called Human Race soldiers?

Fang Zhou didn't have any spare energy to start, not only for self-protection, but also for venting the depression accumulated by what he saw and heard.

He is extremely cold, as if returning to boxing, every shot is a life and death battle.

He stimulated the blood sac in Lu Ci's body, allowing the power of blood essence to flow out, displaying the original skill "Tear".

Walking in the heavy rain, every time you attack, as long as you find an opportunity, you will tear a bloody nose and beat a fierce soldier!

"Squeeze this girl!"

The lingering gaze of the superintendent was withdrawn from the battle above his head, and he saw the very ruthless shot in the crowd, the eye-catching Lu Ci .

I could not help but issued a stern Hah!

And many students who marched, maybe because of Fang Zhou’s strength, they seemed to have found the backbone, and they followed Fang Zhou and roared. , Shout!

Regained the courage to fight!

xiu xiu xiu!

Every team of soldiers has a leader. Fang Zhou's behavior has attracted the attention of the leader of the team responsible for guarding the court.

With a clang, the thick-lips and black-bearded leader pulled out the longblade around his waist, and the tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground, gathering raindrops dripping down.

The leader stimulated the blood sac, and the blood essence on his body spewed, and three huge blood sacs were vaguely beating!

The strong coercion made all the students present discoloration.

Fang Zhou is the first to bear the brunt. He only feels that the rain around him is stagnant, and a strong crisis is coming!

Three Sacs bloodline Martial Artist!

Fang Zhou facial expression grave, if it is placed in the martial battleground, the Three Sacs bloodline Martial Artist will be able to compete in the local font!

In the past, Fang Zhou never dared to face it!

But now, Fang Zhou controls Lu Ci's fleshy body, coupled with the "Sorrow Sword" First Style that was released, he has a strong urge to fight!

However, now, after all, Lu Ci’s fleshy body is in control. If you are desperate, you have to ask Lu Ci.

"Little Ci."

Fang Zhou spoke.

"senior! I am here!"

Lu Ci is excited to respond!

"This opponent is the Three Sacs bloodline Martial Artist. If I control your fleshy body, I am not sure that I will not get hurt, so will I fight again?"

Fang Zhou speaks in a gentle Tone speaks, maintaining his profound senior image, trifling Three Sacs blood martial, nothing to be afraid of.

"Senior! Don't pity my body! Kill wow!"

"My generation Martial Artist, what are you afraid of getting hurt?!"

"When necessary, Senior can burst the blood sac! I now cultivation Qi Martial Dao, this blood sac... Don’t forget it!"

"bloodline Martial Dao, rubbish!"

Lu Ci was extremely excited When you open your mouth, Martial Dao despises the chain.

Fang Zhou hearing this, couldn't help but smile.

"Okay."

"Then you look good and study hard."

"Martial Dao, the battle is endless!"

Close your eyes, face sideways, rain drops dripping on delicate cheeks.

Fang Zhou entered the Martial Arts Bookstore lightly.

Remove the book that has just been condensed from the shelf and open it slowly.

The next moment.

The long eyelashes trembled, shattering the falling raindrops, Fang Zhou controlled Lu Ci fleshy body, his toes hooked up the longblade of a howling soldier on the ground.

Longblade starts with a sword as a sword.

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