Chapter 720

Name:Everlasting Sword God Author:CIoud
What I hate most about the changes of the Xuan family is the Royal School, but what I am most surprised about is the old Yuan school.

Xuan Tianwei was also the founder of the city.

——But he never told his colleagues about God's coming.

This time, the Royal faction retaliated wildly. Xuan Tianwei almost chose the direction of death. Even if the elders wanted to protect him, they could only push the boat along the water and treat him as an abandoned son.

Therefore, the Xuan family didn't let him know.

The original intention of the old Yuan school was to capture and perform in order to reflect the dignity of the law. Personally, they have no intention of targeting Xuanjia.

But after God came down, the biggest reaction was the yuan Lao school.

"Xuantianwei, his heart can be punished."

Mr. Jiu in the prison stood on the edge of the desert and looked at Shen Zhenyi and his party from a distance.

They know that the sick sword Xianyuan mountain is dead, and a powerful force has been reduced in this team. But the thoughtful Mr. wine would never underestimate these people.

Xuanyan has accepted the legendary blood of God, the power of cold God and the power of explosion, which has been witnessed by people with their own eyes.

Shen Zhenyi, the great swordsman recommended by Yuan Yuzhen, the nine sect governor, also leisurely sat on the crystal throne. I heard that he was at the center of the power of cold God, and even stopped the power of Xuanyan.

Mr. wine never underestimated himself or his enemies.

"Xuanjia's blood is inevitable."

He squinted at the powerful and confused announcement.

"What do you think is the highest limit of this' God '?"

Mr. wine suddenly asked the people around him.

Beside him was a simple and solemn swordsman in black with a sword on his back. He scoffed at the strength improved by this kind of Magic: "he is now the seventh level in the stable realm of God and man, but I can kill him easily. I don't know whether such a person can reach the eighth level in the realm of God and man."

His tone was straightforward.

If this kind of guy who has taken the shit luck can step into the eighth level of the realm of God and man, the road of martial arts is a joke.

——Of course, this also means that he admits that if Xuanyan steps into the eighth level of God and man, he will never be an opponent.

This is the difference of realm.

Mr. wine laughed and was very happy.

"Zhong Zheng, you are always so humorous."

He knew that Xuanyan could be promoted to the eighth weight of the divine and human realm almost without accident. If his body allowed, he could even be expected to be the ninth weight of the legendary divine and human realm.

Because what he got was the legendary power of God.

It is a stronger power beyond the realm of God and man.

The well-informed Mr. wine could not guess what the power was, but he knew that this was their chance.

This is the opportunity of Xuantian city.

——Or, say, the opportunity of the old Yuan school.

"Xuan Tianwei has such blood in his body, but he doesn't disclose it. He is unfaithful to Xuantian city and all the people. He only wants to be a hero." recalling the scene in the prison, Mr. wine was a little embarrassed and angry.

"So you want to use the power of this blood?"

The black swordsman called Zhong Zheng was not satisfied.

He thought it was a crooked way.

"Old clock."

Mr. wine sighed in a deep voice, "you know we have no choice."

Human beings have no way, at least these high-level people in Xuantian city can't find the way.

If the old guys in the Fangjian tower can lead all sentient beings, they won't be silent for thousands of years.

Everyone wants to find a way for themselves.

The people of the imperial school hope to unify the country and give their strength to the highest emperor.

People of the ancient martial arts school are desperately looking for the legendary powerful martial arts.

The people of miesheng hall are enthusiastic. They probably want to kill one enough, kill two and earn one, hoping for a miracle.

Orc people simply recognize the reality, surrender and protect their lives, and want to turn themselves into animals to live.

——The people of the old Yuan school think the most. They always believe that they have supported Xuantian city and the last backbone of human beings in the seven wounded world. They have given human beings the opportunity to survive. At the moment of crisis, they should also control the overall situation.

As for the way to deal with fierce animals, Mr. wine is also helpless.

However, in any case, if you want to hustle outside, you must first settle inside and master the power of blood. Perhaps you can forcibly subdue several other factions and make them obey the dispatch of the old Yuan school.

Zhong Zheng didn't speak.

He will never understand these things.

All he could understand was the sword in his hand.

Now his sword is beating briskly in the scabbard, just like his heart as a swordsman.

——He is not concerned about the child who must get the wine first.

——But the sword sitting on the crystal throne beside the child.

The swordsman!

His attention was gradually completely attracted by the man's sword. His lips were dry, his breath was short, and his body couldn't help tightening up.

"Can't help but want to do it?"

Mr. wine could see what he thought.

"Sword mania is worthy of being a sword mania. However, we have to wait a while."

Wait.

After the surrounding array is completely arranged and can suppress the divine power, Jianchi Zhongzheng will have the opportunity to challenge his opponent.

That... Third childe Shen who is comparable to Zhu Jie and Yuan Yuli!

"It looks ordinary."

Mr. wine said with his eyebrows.

Zhong Zheng painfully held the handle of the sword: "it will be a pity of my life if I can't fight with him fairly."

As a swordsman, he just wants to enjoy the most magnificent sword of his opponent. After being distorted by power and power, his sword technique also becomes ugly.

Mr. wine shrugged and disapproved.

At the same time, the desert wind has blown Shen Zhenyi's sleeves.

"We're trapped."

Opposite him, ah Fei sniffed: "it's popular. It's an array."

Before the words fell, I listened to the sound of eating and eating. The surrounding sand dunes cracked, and countless people in black rushed out. Holding the command flag, they danced back and forth and practiced the formation. I saw that the divine light gradually combined and turned into a huge Mitha virtual image, covering the four fields.

"Oh, gather manpower and become an empty God. Even this array martial arts has developed in Xuantian city."

Shen Zhenyi smiled, nodded, turned back to Xuanyan and said, "this is the strongest way to fight against divine power with ordinary human power. Although it is not perfect, it is already the prototype. You may encounter such an opponent in the future. You can just observe and learn."

A person's divine light can not fight against God, but if it can be combined, it can fight against divine power, so that it can have the power of a war.

The virtual God has great restraint on the divine power, but the human beings in the seven wounded world should have no experience against the gods, and they don't know where they learned this array or imagined it out of thin air.

Ah Wu also said nothing to his calmness.

"When the empty God suppressed, the cold God couldn't do it. Third childe Shen, I'm afraid you have to deal with thousands of troops and horses. Are you so happy?"

"Me?"

Shen Zhenyi pointed to his nose and said with a smile, "sorry, it's not me."

"- you have to deal with thousands of troops."