When the young man named Lord Grim appeared above the Nightmare God of War, holding a silver spear, he quickly entered the battlefield in just a few breaths, standing in front of the people of the three sects and five mansions.
The young man's expression was slightly condensed. After passing by Wang Xiao, his eyes fell on the people of the three sects and five houses. He laughed loudly and said: "When did the three sects and the five houses dare to bully me, the people of the Qingtian Martial House, so blatantly? I
Lord Grim is not dead yet, who dares to touch any of my martial arts disciples!"
Looking at the young man standing high above the Nightmare God of War, holding a spear and hanging a human head, wearing a white robe like snow, and a hunting red coat, people from the three sects and five mansions all narrowed their eyes, with an evil look in their eyes.
"Jun Moxiao... I didn't expect that you are still alive. Do you still remember the humiliation of our Tiandao Sect three years ago?"
An old martial saint from the Tiandao Sect frowned and spoke, his eyes filled with coldness.
"How has the supreme Tiandao Sect ever been humiliated?"
Jun Moxiao's eyes were as cold as a sword, and he stared at the old man of Tiandao Sect coldly, "It's rare that you can recognize me, Jun Moxiao, today. If Tiandao Sect didn't use that bitch to create a situation, how would you have done it back then?
I, Lord Moxiao, have been away from Taixuan Realm for three years? What method do you want to use today to deal with my disciples of Qingtian Martial Palace?"
"Lin Huang killed people from our three sects and five houses. The evidence is conclusive, so how can we say the means? What's more, this boy is a heavenly Shura and will definitely become a great demon in the future. By killing him, we are really doing great justice for the common people!"
The old martial saint of Tiandao Sect said impassionedly.
"The justice of common people?"
Jun Moxiao frowned, "Then you have to ask about the spear in my hand first!"
"Jun Don Xiao, don't be so arrogant. We haven't seen you for three years, how powerful can you be? Three years ago, you were as exhausted as a lost dog and fled the Taixuan Realm. It has only been three years, and you want to overthrow the world? No.
Ask me if the three sects and five mansions will agree!"
The old martial saint of Tiandao Sect said coldly.
A smile suddenly appeared on Jun Moxiao's face, and he no longer paid attention to the Martial Saint of Tiandao Sect. He glanced at the people in front of him one by one, then turned to look at Lu Donghuang and said: "City Lord Lu, the old dog Mo Xiaoke who is in the realm of the Holy King
I still can’t beat them, but I’ll leave this group of martial saints to me!”
"good!"
Lu Donghuang nodded silently.
"Arrogant!"
There is a martial saint in the three sects and five mansions who is furious and filled with murderous aura.
Lord Grim dusted off his clothes and chuckled, his arms shook slightly, causing the heads on the silver spears to turn into powder, "No more, no less, exactly fourteen Martial Saints. I have fourteen spears, exactly one for each person."
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With that said, Lord Grim suddenly flew up from the Nightmare God of War, with the spear in his hand like a dragon, and attacked the three sects and five mansions.
Behind the crowd, Lin Huang, who was patting the ancient coffin, looked at Jun Moxiao, who was entering the formation like a peerless warrior, and frowned slightly. He saw the latter holding a gun, like a blue dragon running rampant, with a silver gun in white clothes, a hunting coat in red, and a hidden figure.
It has a trend of being invincible in all directions.
At this moment, everyone from the three sects and five mansions were also killing Lord Grim.
"Don't worry, there are no friends in the future. No one in the world doesn't know you! The first shot...youth!"
In the stormy battlefield, Lord Grim held a spear and swept across the wasteland. As soon as he finished speaking, the spear in his hand took off like a young dragon. The unstoppable spear shadow spanned the battlefield for dozens of miles, and actually penetrated the body of a martial saint.
The head was nailed into the sky with a hiss.
After one shot, the expressions of everyone in the three sects and five mansions changed, and they felt a strong pressure coming, shocking the entire battlefield.
In the void, Lord Grim turned back, holding a spear in one hand, looking down at the people of the three sects and five mansions, his eyes slightly cold, "If Ling Yunzhi succeeds one day, one sea will fill up millions of corpses! The second shot... Ling Yunzhi!"
Before Lord Mo laughed, he swept the spear in his hand, instantly setting off an endless storm. And in the storm that filled the sky, a Martial Saint had been hit by Lord Grim's spear. A hole appeared in his chest, and blood flew everywhere...
The faces of the three sects, five houses, and others were horrified.
They never expected that in less than three years, Lord Grim would already reach the position of Martial Saint.
What's even more frightening is that the two dead people, who were both in the realm of Martial Saints, were killed by Lord Grim with one shot without even the slightest resistance.
The legend from the Taixuan Realm returned, and it was indeed terrifying.
"Kill him!"
Among the three sects and five palaces, a martial saint roared, instantly attracting everyone to take action at the same time. Using the method of covering a hundred miles of territory, they rushed toward Lord Grim with a roar, vowing to make the latter unable to escape and die in the violent bombardment.
Killed.
In the battlefield, Lord Grim was dressed in white like snow and red like blood. He raised his head and stared at the overwhelming attack and killing methods. A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then the murderous aura around Lord Grim suddenly vented out, like
The mad dragon went out to sea, and in just a breath, the latter fired three shots in a row.
"Tens of thousands of miles from the west gate, Mu Ti's head is hung with a robe! The third shot... hangs a robe!"
"Long-term lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love! The fourth shot... long-lasting lovesickness!"
"Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. Thousands of troops and horses avoid the white robe! The fifth shot... avoid the white robe!"
On the battlefield, the killings were like thunder. But when Lord Grim fired three shots in a row, he actually caused all the attacking and killing forces to retreat. The power drawn out by each shot was like a tiger roaring eight times.
Desolation is like thousands of troops sweeping across the battlefield, or like the ancient spearman who charged into the formation of thousands of troops, killed the generals, captured the flag, and then returned with his spear.
And when Lord Grim finished his three shots, everyone in the three sects and five mansions looked horrified.
I saw Lord Grim holding a head in his hand, a head hanging on a silver spear, and a Martial Saint whose head was blown off by a hammer, kneeling on the blood-soaked battlefield.
At the edge of the battlefield, Wang Xiao looked at the scene in front of him, dumbfounded.
Bai Xiaopang was also stunned.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, his eyes focused on Lord Grim, and his heart was full of doubts.
White clothes.
Red coat.
Silver gun.
This is such a familiar look, giving him a feeling of déjà vu. And the difference between the fourteen spears of divine strategy in the latter's mouth and the thirteenth divine strategy in Lin Changtian's mouth are only one word different. Lord Grim came from the Taixuan Realm.
He disappeared for three years. Where did he go?
In the battlefield, Lord Grim threw away the head in his hand, wiped the blood on the gun tip, and smiled with his lips, which seemed gentle, but made everyone in the three sects and five houses feel frightened physically and mentally.
In their eyes, the current Lord Grim is like a wild dog that turned over and became a dragon.
"Are you scared?"
Lord Grim smiled softly, and then his face suddenly turned cold, "You can't escape the word death!"
As he spoke, Lord Grim suddenly raised his gun and charged out, like a silver dragon charging into a million-strong army formation, invincible.
"A one-foot-long green dragon leads thousands of horses, and His Majesty the King will not bend the knee! The sixth shot...is aimed at the Emperor!"
The hatred among the people of the three sects and the five mansions increased greatly. The situation had developed to such an extent that they had no choice but to fight to the death. So they could only rush out, like the ancient demonic beasts with their eyes wide open and angry, dominating all directions to kill Lord Grim.
"Man, why don't you take Wu Gou and capture the fifty states in Guanshan! The seventh shot... Wanhuhou!"
In the bloody battlefield, Lord Grim's lazy and arrogant laughter sounded. And with his voice, two heads were thrown high into the sword mountain and sea of swords that filled the void.
cloud.
At the edge of the battlefield, Wang Xiao and others were completely stunned.
At this moment, Lord Grim is like a white-clothed God of War. Wherever a silver spear reaches, he is invincible and invincible. As if the latter has a spear in his hand, even if millions of troops are arrayed in front, he can still not defeat him.
Capture the thief and capture the king stained with a trace of blood!
Lin Huang's lips twitched. At this moment, he felt that if he had practiced spear training before, it seemed to be a good choice!
…
In the battle outside the concubine's tomb, the appearance of Lord Grim turned the tide of the battle. Without the interference of many Martial Saints, Xuanji was able to face off against the two Saint Kings alone, and still did not lose.
The Holy King of the Great Sun Sect was secretly targeted by Pei Xiufu.
The remaining one was competing with Lu Donghuang.
boom!
However, at this moment, there was a loud sound between heaven and earth.
Everyone frowned and saw that on the ground outside the concubine's tomb, a huge bronze mountain with a height of 100 feet suddenly fell. The aura of suppression from all over the body was exuding, so that everyone here was prostrate on the ground, no one dared to breathe.
Under the giant bronze mountain, Zhao Tianjia was still suppressed, leaving only his head outside.
Looking at the scene in the distance, Bai Xiaopang and others' expressions changed drastically.
Bai Xiaopang knows Zhao Tianjia's situation very well... The latter delayed it for so long, and finally King Yue Ren saw through it!
In an instant, Little Fatty Bai felt like he was falling into the abyss.
Lin Huang frowned and accelerated the unsealing of the trapping dragon nails on the ancient coffin.
On top of the giant bronze mountain, King Yue Ren stared at the suppressed Zhao Tianjia below, with overwhelming anger in his heart. He did not expect that Zhao Tianjia had already reached the end of his strength after the battle yesterday, but he had deceived him for so long.
Playing around all by yourself.
"The Immortal Thief King, this time, it depends on whether you are dead or not!"
The King of Yue Ren laughed ferociously, and his figure swooped down from the sky, stomping down on Zhao Tianjia's head.
"Ahem..."
Zhao Tianjia vomited blood from his mouth, but his face was full of mockery, "Just die, the old man has stolen too many things from the sky, and it's time to pay them back..."
"...Huh? But, it seems like I can't die!"
Zhao Tianjia changed his mind halfway through his words. He turned his head with difficulty and squinted at the far distance between heaven and earth.
At this moment, the world suddenly trembled!
No strong man appears in the world.
I heard no sound resounding throughout the heaven and earth.
But there is a sword energy like a dragon, coming from 30,000 miles across...