The King of Special Warfare

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The sea breeze stopped.

The tide receded.

The dark night gradually covered the ebbing moonlight, and in the darkest night before dawn, the whole world seemed to return to its most depressing silence.

The last rays of moonlight fell on the sea, and the blue waves undulated slowly. The sparkling tide brought surging cold light to the whole beach. In the dim light, the figure on the beach seemed to follow Walk in the breeze without hurry.

The dark pupil of the black pupil radiated light, she glanced quietly, her face suddenly changed slightly, with a shock that could not be concealed at all.

As the moon faded, the visibility under the night had fallen to a minimum, but the person was at the extreme end of his line of sight, and it was still out of everyone's scope of observation, so no one can still see this Qin Weibai Who is the young Tianjiao in his mouth.

But the black pupil is different.

Her dark, almost white eyes are scary, but she is talented. From small to large, her vision range and visibility are much stronger than others, and it is because of this vision On the strength, black pupil has become one of the most valuable talents within the North Sea Kings. In terms of strength, the black pupil that is infinitely close to half-step invincibility and still has room for improvement is enough to make anyone dare not underestimate, Her visual advantage, she is also one of the most terrifying snipers inside the North Sea King.

Therefore, in the case that no one has seen the distance clearly, through the dark night, only the black pupil clearly saw the beach in the distance, and saw the figure in the distance.

Heitong's pupils contracted a bit, and his eyes became more cohesive. In his sight, what is the so-called young Tianjiao?

Just a teenager.

At a distance of nearly 300 meters, with the eyes of Black Pupil condensing, she could clearly see the figure of the other person. In his sight, it was not only young, but even a childish face.

Sixteen? Seventeen? Or eighteen?

He walked calmly on the beach, wearing a junior high school uniform on the East Island, carrying a schoolbag, and seemed to be on his way to school.

Hei Tong only felt ridiculous for a while.

It is absurd to go to school so early.

But Qin was slightly white, and the second figure who was able to exercise his dominance in the reincarnation palace was also absurd to kill a junior high school student.

And in such an important cooperation between Wang Xiaoyao and reincarnation, it is absurd to make a name for the life of such a child.

Qin Weibai said that he was not the child's opponent, or ridiculous.

Hei Tong stood a little dull, and forgot to speak for a while.

The teenagers on the beach got closer and closer, and gradually became clear in the sight of several others.

"It's him?"

Wang Xiaoyao finally saw the boy on the coast, his eyes widened, and he looked at Qin Weibai with a misgiving look, with suspicion that could not be concealed.

Not only Wang Xiaoyao, but even the very deep breath hidden by the saints and the military divisions fluctuated slightly, which was obviously a little strange.

This is really a boy who looks immature, with a normal height and appearance, but he looks clean, regardless of his clothes and face.

But apart from that, the other party seemed to have nothing to notice.

Heavy night, boundless sea.

In the huge environment, the thin figure walked quietly, calmly, but showing a little loneliness.

Qin Weibai's bright and condensed eyes are still clear, but a little bit more emaciated.

At this moment she thought of Li Tianlan.

The man who was already doomed in her fate, a few years ago, many years ago, did he, like the teenager in front of him, walk lonely and peacefully in the vast mountain forest?

"How about this person?"

Qin Weibai was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, her face was calm and perfect, but her heart was always violently stirred.

"Ordinary."

Wang Xiaoyao shook his head and glanced at Qin Weibai next to him: "Are you looking for the wrong person?"

Qin Weibai's mouth was raised, with a sneer, indescribable arrogance and coldness. She stared seriously at the youth's eyebrows, perhaps a preconceived relationship. At this time, she was watching, the other person's eyebrows were so clear It's even dazzling.

"I can't see clearly."

The saint said suddenly, the sharp sword that circled around him was completely dormant, and his calm voice seemed to be vaguely hesitant: "It is strange to see through."

"Can't see clearly? Can't see through?"

Wang Xiaoyao frowned, his eyes turned again to the young man who might die in his own hands.

The teenagers at the seashore are getting closer and closer, dozens of meters away, they can almost see every expression on each other's face.

Normal, calm and sluggish.

The other person seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed a little bit surprised.

"It's weird."

The voice of the military officer at his ear sounded likewise, with a hint of doubt that could not be explored: "The other party looks too ordinary, is it a bit fake? It's not right, this feeling is very strange."

"Real and illusory."

Qin Weibai quietly whispered.

Wang Xiaoyao, who had been silently observing the boy, suddenly trembled, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

He finally discovered the unusualness of the teenager.

Night is permeating.

The waves are rolling.

The boy in front of him was walking on the beach hurriedly, but every move brought a clear and almost weird truth. All his things seemed to be in front of them, which can be seen through at a glance. If you look closely, you can see that the so-called see through is no different from not seeing.

He really exists, but the whole person does not have any emotions and temperaments.

There is no camouflage, no ego between real and illusory, only a very real void.

It's like a mass of air.

Seeing it clearly, but not seeing it.

This strange feeling was the first time that Wang Xiaoyao felt. His hair was even erected for a while, and he even felt like he was alive.

Young Tianjiao?

Juvenile Tianjiao?

Qin Weibai's evaluation suddenly became very important in his heart. His face was dignified, and he slowly said, "This man is not easy. Who is he?"

Such a character made him instinctively feel weird and dangerous, even frightened. This is a near-intuitive premonition. Wang Xiaoyao's apparent strength was in the period of solidification of thunder, but his actual strength in his early thirties had already It is a half-step invincible state. Although it has not yet reached the level of saints and military divisions, it is not a fear of a boy. He is worried or even afraid of the future of this boy.

If it is really the boy Tianjiao, in the future dark world, the other party is definitely a character that no one dares to ignore.

Qin Weibai didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the teenager who was getting closer, the gentle wind moved her clothes, and the strange woman who was regarded as a goddess by countless people in the dark world became more and more. 缥缈 dream .

No one knows what this young man means to the dark world, to East Island, or to the upcoming battle on Long Island. The military division does not know, and the saints do not.

If Li Tianlan was the object of Qin Weibai's protection anyway in the Battle of Long Island, the young man in front of him is the target he will kill at all costs.

The two may seem unrelated, but are they really unrelated?

The memories rang with the sound of the tide, and then turned into a huge wave, madly impacting all her intellect.

In fact, it has nothing to do with the poison of the cold and the poison of the heat, and it has nothing to do with the reincarnation and that mysterious power. Even if there is nothing, the teenager in front of her must kill, but after the two kinds of strange poisons, her mentality It has completely changed.

"I do it now?"

Wang Xiaoyao hesitated and asked, he still doesn't know the strength of the boy in front of him, but the more he observes, the more urgency in his heart, there always seems to be an intuition in reminding the boy in front of him The threat to him made him eager to take the shot.

He stepped forward, with a sudden flash of murder in his eyes.

This killing machine suppresses the infinite edge, but it is very weak, and the weak is almost imperceptible.

But almost at the same time, walking quietly forward seemed to be stopping the boy suddenly.

The distance between the two sides was tens of meters, and across the deepest night, the boy instantly looked up and looked at the cliff.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoyao only felt that he had seen two stars.

It was a pair of eyes that suddenly gathered all brilliance, with a touch of drama and playfulness in the clear and calm.

The afterglow of the moonlight seemed to focus on him all at once, making him look more real and unreal.

"Who is there?"

He spoke slowly, his soft voice brought the husky of the boy's youthful voice change, gentle like the night wind blowing by his ears.

Such a keen perception is simply incredible. Although the two sides are not separated by dozens of meters, it is only a plane distance, and there is a cliff rising up and down. At this distance, the other party can instantly lock with a slight killing intention. Their location is simply ...

Wang Xiaoyao's eyes had fully condensed, and his sharp killing intention flashed in his pupils. He stepped forward again and was about to jump off the cliff.

"saint."

Qin Weibai suddenly spoke softly.

The saint was silent and took a step forward.

"You go."

Qin Weibai said indifferently: "Fight quickly."

Wang Xiaoyao stunned, and then came to understand, even if Qin Weibai wanted to kill himself, but did not want him to do it now.

What Qin Weibai wants, seems to just want to end the life of the other person, not to fight with the other person in person?

He raised an eyebrow, and remained silent without saying anything. Obviously, there were secrets on the young man below, and Qin Weibai didn't seem to want to expose these secrets, so he let the saints shoot.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyao was full of weirdness everywhere.

In today's situation on the East Island, who is this teenager Qin Weibai secretly came to Ninghu to kill? What impact can it have on the situation today?

This woman who had made him unable to extricate herself for the first time met Wang Xiaoyao too much in the past few years. He can be sure that if the young man below is an insignificant and even irrelevant figure, even if he is a boy Tian Qiao, Qin Weibai will not rush to kill such a character.

"it is good."

The saint responded indifferently, taking a step forward, and the whole man rushed down the cliff without hesitation.

His body wrapped in a black cape fell at a rapid speed, and the sword air stirred like a flash flood broke the night and rushed directly to the boy by the beach.

The dull thunder suddenly rolled over the sky, the mad thunder fell, the sword air tore the night, and the night sky of hundreds of meters was instantly stained by the sword air into a weird blue curtain. The curtain was like electricity, with the savageness that destroyed everything Murder.

The sword is magnificent and mighty!

Suddenly, the young man who had stood quietly by the sea changed completely.

His figure became clearer under the faint blue light curtain, but his momentum became more and more illusory. Under the mighty sword spirit's sharp edge, the boy had a vague feeling similar to dissipating between heaven and earth.

Only his eyes were still bright, and his vision was still clear. He passed through the light curtain composed of sword gas, through the night, and shot directly into the cliff.

Clear, quiet, but revealing a ferocity that has been suppressed to the extreme!

The body of the saint has fallen to the ground. In front of him, the light curtain composed of sword air is still expanding, and it takes almost a blink of an eye to cover the boy completely.

The sword air raged and danced in the air. The yellow sand on the beach rose under the blast of the sword air, flying up to a height of 100 meters, and the countless blue arcs danced wildly. The entire battlefield became instantly A strange world.

In the blurry light and shadow, those clear but fierce eyes became brighter, and the boy's body did not move, and he never took out any weapons.

He just threw away the schoolbag in his hand and put his hands together.

The sword air was about to fall, the boy's hands suddenly formed a complex and weird handprint.

This is a peerless school that has never appeared in the dark world.

unfamiliar.

Unknown.

No photo!

There is no phase in heaven and earth, there is no phase in beings.

Densely like a curtain of sword energy, nearly violently rushed past the boy.

The teenager's body seemed to flash extremely slightly.

The next second, his seemingly thin body appeared directly in front of the saints.

fast.

Fast like ghosts.

Wang Xiaoyao, who had been staring at it all, did not even see for a moment how he avoided the violent sword spirit.

The teenager's hands are still close together, his fingers change, and the new seal is suddenly reshaped.

The temperature in the air plummeted.

Midsummer suddenly turned into cold winter, and heaven and earth seemed to become absolutely indifferent.

"Click ..."

In the crisp sound, the upper air suddenly condensed into an ice layer, and the ice layer spread wildly, and it spread to the range of hundreds of meters almost instantly.

The secrets of juvenile hands are fully formed.

"boom!"

Hundreds of meters of cold and severe shock, and then completely crushed.

Countless sharp pieces of ice fell like a spear after spear with high-pitched whistling sounds at high altitudes.

Heartfelt Seal!

Soft wind, dark night, cold moon.

All of it disappeared at once, and the whole battlefield left only violent killing intention and extreme indifference.

"brush!"

Without any hesitation, the saint pulled out the long sword behind him for the first time.

The boss said that he must make a quick decision, so from the beginning, he went all out!

The sharp sword's light jumped, and a touch of condensed to the extreme danger Youlan filled the sword for the first time.

The young man and the saint are very close to each other. At the same time when the sword's edge is raised, the sword's tip almost touches the young man's chest.

The faint blue edge broke through the school uniform of the boy silently, and the boy's figure has risen to the sky, moving with his body, or fingerprints.

His handprints have become more and more complicated, and a large afterimage has been clearly brought out in the speedy printing room.

Rise.

Constantly rising.

The saint raised his sword and looked up, and the figure of the boy had appeared in the air at a height of nearly 100 meters.

The fingerprints were completely coagulated.

No volume printing!

"boom!"

The sky suddenly burst into a thunderous thunder, and a blue purple spot suddenly appeared at a high altitude, and fell straight at a high altitude.

The light spot keeps getting bigger, and the blink of an eye becomes a thick and almost horrible thunder light that runs through the sky and underground!

Thunderstorm!

Except for Qin Weibai, everyone's complexion changed completely.

This is not even the most basic thriller, but a master who is infinitely close to the pinnacle of thriller.

A ... thriller in your teens! ?

how can that be? !!

How exactly can his body withstand the power of thunder?

The eyes of the saints also changed.

He had already overestimated the boy in the sky, but never expected that the other party was close to the peak of the thunderstorm.

When Qin Weibai said that Black pupil was not his opponent, the saints didn't think much about it. He thought that the other party was the peak of the flames, or similar to the half-step thundering state of Li Tianlan at the time. That kind of strength was enough to barely defeat Hei Tong. Before the war began, he never thought that a teenager in his tenth would have infinite strength close to the peak of the thundering realm.

What does a Tianjiao approaching the peak of thunderstorm mean?

That means the other party is enough to pose an absolutely deadly threat to him!

Above the cliff, the military division moved forward subconsciously.

The killing intentions of Wang Xiaoyao and Hei Tong were undisguised.

Especially Wang Xiaoyao, who was cold all over, felt the fear of bones for the first time.

The master of thunder in the thirties, not to mention how his body withstands this power, it is this talent that is enough to numb everyone's scalp. At this age, he is invincible and can have How big?

Twenty-five?

Twenty-eight years old?

Such talent seems to be stronger than Wang Shengxiao and Li Tianlan.

If he grows up, it will be a huge threat to everyone.

Everyone!

"boom!"

The violent thunder sounds from top to bottom. The huge thunder light seems to fall from the end of the sky. The area of ​​tens of meters is completely shrouded by this thunder light that has expanded to the limit. When viewed from above, this is the one that completely broke through the heaven and earth. The pillar of light, with the power to destroy everything.

This is the real power of the world!

The teenager's hands still kept the seal, and his expression was cold. At this moment, he was standing in the air, all around him was filled with electricity, majestic like a god.

A huge light of thunder fell from the sky, enveloping all around and avoiding it.

In the middle of Leiguang, the saint suddenly straightened his body, raised his arm, and shook his sword!

There was a roar suddenly in the center of Thunder Light. The ordinary sword in the hand of the saint smashed directly. With him as the center, the air around hundreds of meters around twisted and twisted instantly. Countless icicles falling from the sky instantly turned into powder, saints. The body did not move, but a storm up to hundreds of meters rose from the whole body. The storm changed from twisted to a bluish blue. The endless thunderous roar continued to converge in the storm, and the entire space seemed to freeze.

Lightning fell from above.

The storm rose from the ground.

Storms converged.

The fierce whistling sound echoed with the sharp sound that was about to pierce the eardrum.

Large tracts of sea sand were rolled into the air. Trees and grasses shattered completely in the expanding air waves. The impact of the wind and thunder intersecting all around, the entire cliff was shaking violently.

The military division remained calm, the air flow in front of him was twisted, and Qin Weibai was firmly protected. The desperate forces below constantly collided, the thunder was thundering, but Qin Weibai was even under the protection of the military division. Never raised the slightest.

The young man's figure fluttered along with the violent wind, even more strangely empty.

Hands printed.

The air seemed to be torn completely, the violent seaside seemed to have fallen into **** from the winter, the icy cold wind whirled the mad sand, and the storm around the saints circled. All turned blue.

In that moment, the last handprint of the boy was formed.

The storm all over the saints was delayed.

Almost at the same time, Qin Weibai's bright eyes suddenly flashed a majestic and almost invisible god.

Necromancer!

The battlefield suddenly quieted.

As if the dull wind blows slowly, with the ultimate coldness and the breath of death, the entire blue space is bursting, the endless thunder light sweeps through all time, and the entire sea has become a world full of thunder light. The storm was torn apart and shattered, and even Jianqi disappeared.

The teenager who had been printing had a pale face, and finally stopped.

The saint originally rushed to the mid-air and fell back to the same place. He raised his head and looked at the young man in the air quietly, but under the cover of the cloak, the red blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, as if without Endless.

"What the **** is it?"

Wang Xiaoyao took a deep breath several times, which made it difficult for him to speak.

There are countless schools in the dark world, but some of them are not powerful, just because they are used by different people, they can shock the world, and some of them are even more powerful and domineering in the hands of masters. Only a few of them have shaken the world. Belongs to the top inheritance, in the hands of the master, the power is simply the highest in the contemporary.

For example, the six reincarnation swords of the North Sea King.

For example, Li's sword twenty-four.

For example, the true martial arts of Kunlun City.

Right now, he has never heard of this set of Indian tactics, but looking at the power, it is so overbearing and unparalleled, so inherited that it was unheard of before, it is unimaginable.

Injure the saints with strength less than the peak of the thundering realm.

This is enough to shock even the young Tianjiao.

Who are the saints?

Reincarnation First King, one of the strongest invincible.

In the dark world, this is a person who can rise up with the grandson of Qingzhou, the king of shadows, the king of shadows, and the master of the sword of Nakasu Nirvana, Kunlun. They are among the top half-step invincible masters, and have even faintly broken through half-step invincible Limitation, it just hasn't really reached invincibility.

Wang Xiaoyao does not deny that the young man's talents are brilliant, but without the top martial arts heritage, he would definitely not be able to do this.

"Listen to my sister."

Qin Weibai sighed softly: "This is the immortal seal of life."

When Wang Xiaoyao stayed, this was a name he had never heard of before.

He looked at Qin Weibai and said subconsciously: "What is the immortality seal?"

"I don't understand martial arts. Naturally, I can't explain the principle. It should be imitating heaven and earth, integrating heaven and earth, belonging to the category of potential, pure potential."

Qin Weibai shook his head.

The six reincarnation swords of the North Sea Kings are a combination of power and meaning.

And Li's sword twenty-four is a combination of meaning and potential, breaking everything, unparalleled in the world.

The immortal imprint in front of us is just seeking for potential, pure potential.

This is a different path of martial arts. It is difficult to compete. When it reaches the extreme, it has the power of the contemporary.

Wang Xiaoyao's face was a bit ugly. He had never heard of the immortality seal. He might have created this unparalleled set of strengths. It was impossible to imagine the strength. Sure enough, it was not so easy to cooperate with Qin Weibai. He even felt that he had caused a huge Trouble.

"What else do you know about the immortal seal?"

Wang Xiaoyao was silent and looked at Qin Weibai seriously.

"I don't know much. In martial arts, I'm not very interested, just listen to my sister casually say. The immortal seal of longevity should be the twelve-style seal, the three-stroke comprehensive style, and the others, I don't know."

Qin Weibai's tone was cold.

"that..."

Wang Xiaoyao looked at the young man suspended in the air, and stopped talking.

"In his words, he can play up to nine styles and one comprehensive style. This is the limit."

Qin Weibai seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said indifferently, "It is already the fourth form."

The conversation between the two finally caught the attention of the teenager.

In the silence, the young man's body suspended in the air suddenly floated upward again, and the electric light almost completely wrapped his entire body, making him look like a thunder **** who controlled thunder and lightning, sharp and indifferent.

In the dazzling light, the height of the teenager was already as high as the cliff, and several people looked at each other. The indifferent eyes of the teenager suddenly flashed a hint of murderous murder, sneer: "Qin Weibai? Wang Xiaoyao? A big array Battle, is that the military division below? Or a saint? Have you dealt with me, have you thought about the consequences? "

Very standard, but standard weird Chinese.

"you know me?"

Wang Xiaoyao's brows frowned tightly, and he became more and more aware of the conspiracy, but tonight, he couldn't escape.

"If there is any calamity in the North Sea, it will all be up tonight."

All the disguised teenagers had faded and said indifferently, the momentum suddenly skyrocketed. Just when everyone thought he was going to attack the cliff, his figure flashed, but he was away from the battlefield in an instant.

He sneered coldly in the air: "It's up to you, not worth killing me, just go back and wait for our revenge."

Wang Xiaoyao suddenly changed color, subconsciously wanted to intercept, but the young man's figure had been blinking continuously, and he had reached the beach in a blink of an eye.

At such a speed, he simply cannot reach it.

If you let him escape tonight ...

Wang Xiaoyao sank suddenly inside.

Below the cliff, a loud roar suddenly sounded.

The saints did not hesitate, chasing after the boy who had reached the beach.

The boy sneered, his feet fell to the sea, and he turned abruptly.

Unsuspectingly, the sudden changes began suddenly.

The seawater under the boy's feet suddenly exploded. Countless water splashes. The young man's full-fleeing figure hit the water splash, but the whole body's body did not move forward, but it instantly reversed backward by dozens of meters.

bomb? !!

The teenager was furious and more dazed. He couldn't tell whether the explosion was a bomb or not. If it was a bomb, how could the other party bury the bomb here in advance?

Coincidence?

Everything is a blink of an eye.

But the distance of tens of meters is enough for the saint to re-close to his figure.

The boy's original indifferent expression changed suddenly, and he yelled, "Yes ..."

"boom!"

The huge roar of the sword gas suddenly slammed into it, drowning all the voices of the boy. The saint's arms were raised high, the sword gas all over his body frantically condensed, and a giant sword up to 100 meters appeared above his head. .

The saints clenched their hands and slashed suddenly. They almost split the sword and air of the heavens and the earth, and whistled violently.

There was a faint flash in his eyes, and a subconscious flash to the right.

"boom!"

The giant sword fell on the surface of the sea, hundreds of meters of seawater was split openly, and the huge impact force caused the young man's body to imbalance suddenly, and a blood spurted out directly.

No one can see exactly what happened at that moment, and no one knows why the figure of the teenager who has been able to go far has actually returned, but that is not important at all. Wang Xiaoyao's eyes were indifferent, catching up with the youth in the saints. The first time he had left the cliff and rushed to the beach at full speed.

The figure of the saint has immediately touched the side of the boy.

He had no sword in his hands, but there were hundreds of thousands of faint blue swords roaring around him. One after another the long swords exploded, with devastating power. The whole film was fierce. The collision trembled violently.

Wang Xiaoyao's figure approached the seaside very quickly. If this teenager ran away, the entire Beihai Wangs would be a big enemy in the future. The Beihai Wangs are not afraid of things, but they can do one thing less, and no one wants to trouble, so this time he Without concealing his strength in the slightest, in the roar of thunder and seawater, his body led the electric light straight into the battlefield.

Dozens of meters apart.

Wang Xiaoyao opened his hands, and suddenly a huge sword with a length of several tens of meters condensed in his hands.

The giant sword is thick and sharp, with an almost unstoppable edge flipping in Wang Xiaoyao's hands.

Wang Xiaoyao held his palm in the palm of his hand and swept across with a sword.

The endless water exploded suddenly, and the giant sword swept open, sweeping across with the intent of the sword, and the endless killings broke out suddenly on the sea.

Six reincarnation swords, Wang Daojian!

An undisguised eagerness finally appeared in the indifferent eyes of the teenager, and he suddenly said, "I am ..."

"boom!"

Thousands of long swords came out of the water again, and the roar was completely deliberately covering the words of the juvenile, and the countless long swords condensed by the seawater rushed to the back of the juvenile with lightning.

The saint was silent, and made up his mind not to let the boy speak more than half a word.

"you!"

The teenager's eyes suddenly stood up.

The saint's sword spirit, Wang Xiaoyao's sword will cover him at the same time.

The teenager seems to know that he can't be good today, and the whole person is completely crazy.

Light was shining all over his body. Facing the siege of the saints and Wang Xiaoyao, he actually did not step back, but chose to work hard.

"Give me all to die!"

The teenager roared as hard as he could, and his hands and hands changed again.

Amidst the thunder, large swaths of seawater were turbulent.

The waves capsized and the countless seas rose instantly.

The sea seal!

In the roar of the world, countless sea water rushed to the sky violently.

For a time the world was turning.

The sea became a mountain, and it became a sky.

The calm sea surface suddenly set off a huge wave with a height of 100 feet. The huge wave kept rising, almost covering the sky.

In the almost suffocating scene, the huge waves slammed down with the irresistible force of manpower.

The young man's expression was cold. At this moment, every move of his was carrying an eye-catching demeanor.

The waves are like landslides.

Wang Xiaoyao ’s giant sword and the saint ’s thunderbolt were drowned by the huge waves. The two men ’s bodies rose up against the tide, and they continued to shake. The huge waves suppressed the thunderbolt and the giant sword crashed on the coast. They shook, and where the huge waves smashed, a deep pit of hundreds of meters was left directly.

The teenager, who had been completely mad, did not stop with his hands, and closed it again.

Above the sea, his body shot directly into the sky.

Xingheyin!

Suddenly, all the glimmers of heaven and earth seemed to be gathered on the young man. The whole young man was like an ordinary young god, and his whole body was cold and deadly light, like an endless galaxy.

The saints and king Xiaoyao instinctively raised their hands.

Above the sky, the young man who seemed to be able to destroy the world suddenly dived down with an endless light.

"Pseudodomain!"

Wang Xiaoyao screamed suddenly.

The body of the young man's dive had already approached the saints and Wang Xiaoyao, carrying the entire galaxy and the entire sky.

The figures of the saints and Wang Xiaoyao fell into the deep sea with the fall of the boy. The sky was thundering and the blue light continued to rise and spread on the sea. The whole sea began to be crazy with the boy as the center. Spin.

Attack.

Still attacking.

The determined youngster had an atmosphere of ignoring life and death. When the three fell into the sea, a new seal was formed again.

Reincarnation!

A blue sea suddenly turned into a huge vortex that could swallow up everything. The saints and Wang Xiaoyao who had no time to adjust had the vortex kept turning, and their bodies were almost completely out of balance.

This is not a pseudo-domain, but it can make the body lose control. Isn't it a pseudo-domain in another sense?

Infinite electricity and light continually condense in the vortex, one after another on Wang Xiaoyao's body, Wang Xiaoyao's body shook, the strong breath became weak instantly.

The saint snorted abruptly. In the swirling vortex, a fiery fiery flame instantly burned on the sea surface, and the thick vortex quickly evaporated, and even a large amount of electric light began to be completely worn away.

The teenager screamed, his body rose again, his hands were printed.

Ling Xiaoyin!

The sea calmed down in the turmoil.

There is no vision in the sky.

But the young man's eyes were blood red, and with the completion of the seal, the whole person's breath suddenly rose sharply.

Peak of Thunderstorm!

The Saint and Wang Xiaoyao were startled in their hearts.

How similar is this seal of thumb to Beihai Wang ’s unparalleled abilities?

The young man ’s seal was completed, but he never stopped. His face was pale and terrible, but his actions were more and more determined, with pride and coldness that could not be offended.

The ninth seal.

God punished!

The young man's whole body suddenly expanded, and instantly spread into a halo with a range of hundreds of meters.

The fingerprint has been completed.

In a thunderous thunder, countless electric peaks suddenly appeared from the air, ten, one hundred, one thousand ...

With a radius of several hundred meters, the area surrounded by the halo instantly turned into a thunderbolt.

The saint resisted with all his strength, but suddenly found that within the aura, all lightning, fire, and even ice were all evacuated. All he could rely on was the sword, only the sword gas.

The dense thunder and lightning hobbled in the air without stopping, as if the sky was angry.

Wang Xiaoyao was almost unable to support it. He coughed up blood, holding on to it, subconsciously glanced at the saints, and smiled slightly.

Although the saints go all out, they are not exhaustive.

His so-called full strength, but he used his own realm of strength, but from the beginning to the end, the saint's sword has only sword energy, but no sword intention.

What it means is self-evident.

In the reincarnation of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, the other Heavenly Kings may be mysterious, but after all, there are traces to follow. Only the army division and the saints have no searchable information. These two people appear as if out of nothing This can only be said that the two most mysterious Heavenly Kings are hiding well, so that everyone does not know where their true body is sacred.

Sword intention is the easiest clue to infer someone's true origin.

But the saint did not use the slightest intention from beginning to end, in other words, he did not use the slightest skill.

If not, he would not be so passive.

At this time, does he still want to hide his identity?

Wang Xiaoyao vomited blood in his mouth, and his consciousness gradually faded.

The thunder in the sky finally came to an end.

At night, the young boy's indifferent and proud voice sounded again, with extreme killings and unbelievable weakness: "Send you on the road!"

His hands were printed again. This time, the printing was obviously much faster than before, but it was also much longer. One by one, the handprints were completed quickly. The youthful and powerful breath became extremely weak, but the handprints continued.

Wang Xiaoyao thought of Qin Weibai's words suddenly.

His lips moved, struggling: "comprehensive?"

"boom!"

Heaven and earth seemed to start suddenly.

The juvenile's handprints were completed, and the endless rays of light sprayed out of him. It was a dazzling light to conceal everything, and a sharp edge to stir the whole world.

Behind the immortal seal is the edge of the sword!

There was no thunder, no fire, no ice in the light.

Only the wind.

Gently soft.

Ethereal.

Destroy everything ... the wind!

Integrated: Jiukong Endless!

The world is empty, but the deadly danger is endless.

The saint's eyes widened suddenly, seemingly unbelievable, but he reacted immediately, with a long howl, and stood up.

His body fell into that light and disappeared completely.

No one can see everything clearly, only that the world is surging, the light completely covers all the pictures.

In the roar of unwilling and desperate youth, the extremely dangerous light and sharp edge swelled and burst instantly, so complicated that the already difficult to recognize swords were scattered, and in the light, the figures of the saint and the youth fell from high altitude at the same time.

The boy's mouth was full of blood, and there seemed to be some minced meat on his tongue.

The last sword, after all, is that the saints are slightly better, but he deliberately smashed the young man's tongue, and in the end he ended up losing both.

From beginning to end, the saints did not let the boy say much.

They don't even know his name.

The young man's body fell to the ground, his breath was weak, but the whole person looked abnormally calm.

The battlefield was completely calm.

A slight sound of footsteps passed through the night.

Qin Weibai did not know when he had stepped off the cliff and came to the teenager, looking at his eyes with a calm expression.

When the teenager saw Qin Weibai, his calm face suddenly became excited. He stared at his eyes, struggling to move towards Qin Weibai, his mouth whine, although he couldn't speak, everyone could feel his eyes. Unwilling and questioning.

But Qin Weibai's eyes were complicated, in addition to complex.

"Want to know why I killed you?"

Qin Weibai looked at the boy and asked softly.

The boy moved his struggling body and paused, just staring at Qin Weibai's dreamy perfect face, panting heavily.

"Because some people seem to have no weaknesses, but their biggest weakness is responsibility. He is, so is he."

Qin Weibai calmly said: "And I happen to have the least sense of responsibility."

The teenager's eyes narrowed and seemed relieved, but then his eyes became cold and mocked.

Qin Weibai's eyes gradually became cold, with a little bit of hatred that could not be explained clearly. The teenager's eyes seemed to irritate her a little, and she said coldly: "I know you are not convinced, but I will not give you a chance , Your way to heaven, that's all. "

The young man's eyes dared not die, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Qin Weibai turned his head and glanced at Wang Xiaoyao who was weak but still sober.

"kill him."

She whispered.

Wang Xiaoyao hesitated, but came over.

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

Qin Weibai's tone is light like the wind, but mixed with the ice and snow in the deep winter: "I saw you kill him with your own eyes, and frustrated him!"

Frustrated!

How deep is this obsession?

Wang Xiaoyao's body trembled slightly, and a long sword formed by an electric mang formed in his hand. He hesitated, and finally raised his hand, one of them was fierce, and pierced the teenager's throat directly.

The vitality of the boy quickly disappeared, the electric awns dangled, and eventually turned into a pile of ashes.

Tianjiao fell.

Qin Weibai turned calmly and left.

Juvenile Tianjiao, born without name, dead without name.

This is destiny.