Signing Into Immortal Martial World

　　 The Yuanmeng mission arrived at the post house outside the Tianjing city half an hour ago.

　　 Properly handled the huge eagle bird, and submitted the official document of the mission.

　　 In accordance with the rules and procedures, this was the way to the city.

　　 walked in front of the mission, the two headed.

　　 is the Eight Buddhisms of the Maha Wuliang Palace.

　　 One is fierce-faced and burly physique.

　　 has a black and blue python on both arms, choosing someone to eat.

　　 One has a dusty appearance and a solemn temperament.

　　 Even with the generous saffron monk robe, it is difficult to conceal the slim figure.

　　 Yasha King, Gan Na Po.

　　 The two people stepped into Mingdemen, followed by the mighty Yuanmeng mission, attracting everyone's attention.

　　 "It deserves to be the number one city in the world."

　　 The fierce-looking king of Yasha, Moro, looked at the thick wall of tens of meters, and couldn't help feeling.

　　 He grew up in the grassland, and he had never seen such a magnificent city.

　　 Even if it is a master of God becoming a great master, he lifts it in a breath of innocence and flies through the sky, it may not be able to fly over.

　　 "It's a pity that I can't stop the Grand Master."

　　 Then, Yasha King Moruo smiled coldly.

　　 The Great Master Xiantian sees dangerous peaks like flat ground and a small city.

　　 So, he said to the Gan Napo next to him:

　　 "Tianjing City is so prosperous, and China's Middle Earth is so rich, but why are the people of Zhou so weak? Nothing can compare to the good men on the grassland. This fertile land and beautiful scenery are wasted for nothing!"

　　 "Kan Khan is right, he should plunder their wealth, enslaved them severely, and use whips, iron knights and scimitars to make them surrender to the feet of Changshengtian!"

　　 Attracted all eyes at the gate of the city, like a goddess who came to the world, and did not want to pay attention to the king of Yasha.

　　 Her vermilion lips are slightly open, and her voice is like a jade, clear and nice:

　　 "Someone is coming to trouble us."

　　 Yasha King Moruo furrowed his brows, and his spiritual sense was like a net. He searched around and found the clues immediately.

　　 "Hiding, hiding, sneaky! Are all Zhou people such cowards?"

　　 He pointed in one direction, lucking in infuriating spirit.

　　 screamed suddenly, shaking the surrounding airflow.

　　 This moment, it seemed to thunder on the ground.

　　 The guards at the gates, the caravans passing by, the vendors who set up stalls...

　　 couldn't help covering his ears, showing pain on his face.

　　 "The eight tribes of the Maha Boundless Palace, are they all as rude as your lord?"

　　A young swordsman with a white coat and chic temperament immediately became more and more popular.

　　 The long sword with its mouth hidden in its sheath, trembling unceasingly, counteracted the rolling sound waves rushing toward the face.

　　 On the surface, the clouds are light and breezy, but in fact he is a little angry in his heart.

　　According to the plan agreed with the Black Dragon Terrace before, he should step on everyone's shoulders and step into the air.

　　 stopped the Yuanmeng mission on the street and threw out a challenge letter.

　　 In this way, both the courtesy and the courtesy will be fulfilled, and it will not be left with a name that undermines the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

　　 And regardless of whether you win or lose, it will be passed on as a good talk, making you famous.

　　 can now!

　　 The whereabouts of the young swordsman was directly drunk.

　　 appeared on the stage next time, but he missed the opportunity and looked a little embarrassed.

　　 "You are a person who talks funny, and you have a bad heart, wanting to block the way in public and gain fame, but now you have a rake and call me rude!"

　　 Yasha King Moruo is not a brash man with a muscular mind. He glanced sideways at the young swordsman, unscrupulously revealing the other side's mind.

　　 "Why do I still think I am a master! It turns out that I am only at the peak of Qi training, dare to block my way, so eager to find death and reincarnate?"

　　 When the young swordsman heard the words, his heart became even more angry.

　　 I can't wait to draw the sword right away and slash the evil monk in the Immea Palace of Maha.

　　 He held back the anger in his heart and threw out the challenge letter with a "swish".

　　 Under the invigoration of infuriating energy, the thin paper is like gold and iron.

　　 Cut the hard bluestone long brick and insert it half an inch deep.

　　 This hand shows the subtle energy of the young swordsman, as well as the pure and innocent aura of more than a hundred years.

　　 "The big disciple of Yunzhongju, Song Qingshan, the'Thunder Sword', is indeed well-deserved."

　　The Eagle Guard commander Ji Liang who leans on the railing and looks in the distance, his eyes light up.

　　 is the same as the six levels of mortal realm, the realm of Qi training.

　　 He asked himself that he could not send and receive like this, with ease.

　　 "Which one can make a famous name in the arena, and which one is a simple character."

　　 Zhou Wen opened the folding fan and looked forward to waiting for a good show.

　　 "Song Qingshan was born in the Boring Song clan, barely regarded as a prominent family."

　　 "I worshipped and lived in the cloud since I was a child, and I got the true biography. I am a master in the world."

　　 Ji Liang frowned and asked softly: "How can such a character listen to Heilongtai's instructions to challenge the Yasha King Moro, who is a realm higher than his own?"

　　 "I said, Commander Ji, you are afraid that you are obsessed with martial arts training, and you have forgotten the true support of Heilongtai."

　　 Zhou Wen seemed to be amused, quite proudly said:

　　 "His father, Song Zhiyuan, is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy with the third grade. Although he has official positions, he has no real power."

　　 "I committed something a few days ago and was caught and taken to prison by the wolf guard."

　　 Ji Liang suddenly said, "Then this'Thunder Sword' is quite filial."

　　 The top ten authentic authentic disciples sounded very majestic.

　　 can't reach the level of head and first seat, and in the eyes of Heilongtai, it is no different from ordinary Jianghu scattered people.

　　 "Let's wait and see."

　　 Zhou Wen shook the folding fan with one hand and supported the railing with the other, with confidence.

　　 "Song Qingshan's deeds have been noticed, and he has already lost his momentum. It may be worse."

　　 Ji Liang is the number one master of Heilongtai. He has a long history, rich experience, and naturally has some insight.

　　 Zhou Wen shook his head and said nothing, he didn't want Song Qingshan to win the king of Yasha Moruo.

　　 In addition to him, he and Luwei Commander Zhu Jian also arranged for Song Hezi, the head of Lianyun Mountain, and Luo Xiaosheng from the Jinsha Gang.

　　 are all ruthless characters who have been famous for a long time!

　　 "You have no masters in Da Zhou? Let you come out to block the way? Grandpa is standing here, if you make me take a step back, you will be considered a winner!"

　　 Yasha King Moruo gave a strange laugh, and without looking at the challenge book, he stepped out and stepped on his feet.

　　 crossed his chest with both hands and glanced at the young swordsman coldly, as if he didn't put the opponent in his eyes at all.

　　 "It's too rampant to be so big!"

　　 Song Qingshan knew that his realm was a little worse, and he might not be his opponent.

　　 Therefore, I just want to be able to test clearly, the martial arts of Yasha King Maluo is true and false.

　　 If you can draw a tie and retreat safely, you can also win fame.

The ranking on the 　　 Yue Zi Wu list, Xing permits to go one step further.

　　 "In the cloud, Song Qingshan, please advise!"

　　 In public, Song Qingshan is personable and well-mannered.

　　啷啷!

　　The long sword is out of its sheath!

　　 A cold light shines all over the long street!

　　 Seeing the lively onlookers, he stepped back subconsciously, afraid of being affected.

　　 Buzzing! Buzzing!

　　 The Qingfeng long sword with a mouth of more than three feet, received the infusion of true energy, vigorously shocked, and issued a slight bounce.

　　 is like a roar of thunder after another!

　　 keeps blowing up!

　　 Dozens of sword lights, splitting out in one breath, pierced Yasha King Moro directly.

　　The speed and disease of the sword made people feel a sense of unavoidable horror.

　　 "Quick like lightning, sound like thunder! Sure enough, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has only the name called, there is no wrong name!"

　　 Ji Liang couldn't help but complimented.

　　 "The inner sect disciple of Yunzhongju is comparable to ordinary people!"

　　 Zhou Wen nodded in agreement.

　　 Seeing that Yasha King Molotus.

　　 When Song Qing Shan Fu made a move, it was a killer move!

　　 Twenty-eight swords are like waves of anger, superimposed almost at the same time.

　　 Then a sword light burst out like thunder, covering the vitals of Yasha King Moro's body.

　　 Under the infusion of a hundred years of true energy, even if it is a hard body made of iron and bronze, several blood holes will be pierced!

　　 "But so."

　　 Yasha King Moro was disdainful.

　　 as just now.

　　 Puff up his chest, exhale and make a sound!

Roar!

　　 Like a Buddhist master, roaring like a lion.

　　 The sound waves are gushing, tearing the atmosphere.

　　 Song Qingshan's white clothes clung to his body, hunting.

　　'S fixed eyes, suddenly a little loose.

　　 The long sword in his hand shifted and jittered, and the thundering momentum was also stagnant.

　　 Seizing the opportunity of this moment, Yasha King Moro stretched out **** like lightning, and firmly clamped the stabbed long sword.

　　 The force went all over the body, suddenly energized.

　　 The Sanchi Qingfeng, who was called a "sharp weapon", snapped instantly.

　　 turned into a few cold lights, all hit Song Qingshan's body.

　　 White clothes are stained with blood!

　　 fly out!

　　 "I hate a weak swordsman like you the most in my life! Just like a woman!"

　　 Yasha King Moruo took a sip, strode out, and looked down at Song Qingshan where the blood was flowing.

　　 "Da Zhou is a sick man like you, weak? No wonder he lost to my Yuanmeng man on the battlefield!"