Chapter 1064

When Yan Chuan and Meng Rongrong are talking!

Meng Wenruo and his wife are celebrating the autumn of Mencius.

At the same time, another hill, Wang Jian also opened a killing ring!

"Sing!"

The sword light soars to the sky and kills people everywhere.

In the valley, Su Sanniang frowned.

"Don't worry, it's Wang Jian!" Meng Wenruo shook his head.

When Su Sanniang nodded, she no longer paid attention to it, but worshipped Mencius Qiu again.

In the distance, the sound of killing suddenly stopped. The murderous spirit is restrained.

When the murderous spirit is restrained, Meng Wenruo turns to look.

"Let's go. Wang Jian should have survived. I want to see who wants to deal with Xiaomei." Meng Wenruo said in a deep voice.

"Well!" Su Sanniang nodded.

They stepped towards the distant hill.

In the distance, a hilltop.

Wang Jian, Jin Dayu, Feng Yin and Yang, coldly look around.

On the earth, there are about 3000 corpses, fragmented and bloody, which dyed the snow-white land red.

Wang Jian Zhang Jian, coldly looking at a dark shadow far away.

"Whew!"

In a twinkling of an eye, a group of figures came quickly.

The first one was the prophet Zhao of the Great Buddha Dynasty.

"Wuliangshou Buddha, is this Wang Jian who has been in heaven? Why do you kill my courtiers? " Zhao's face was gloomy.

"It turns out that it's the Giant Buddha who makes trouble behind it? Do you remember the pain 200 years ago Jin Dayu suddenly cut in.

The prophet Zhao looks at Jin Dayu. Suddenly his face sank.

More than 200 years ago, under the plan of making gods by Tianji Zong, all the heroes from all over the world rushed to beishenzhou. In the end, kongmoke came back without any success. He was ready to vent his hatred on Dazhen's head. So he led a large number of officials to Yanjing. As a result, he was killed by Dazhen's officials. In that battle, the prophet Zhao was also severely damaged by Jin Dayu.

When enemies meet, they are jealous!

"The Lord Buddha sent his ministers to invite Meng Rongrong. However, we all hurt the killers. Today, no matter who it is, we must give an account to the Buddha." Zhao said coldly.

"Account? You want to account for your defeat? " Jin Dayu's eyes are cold.

Wang Jian retreated in time to let Jin Dayu confront the prophet Zhao. After all, it was a long-standing feud between them.

"Jin Dayu, do you think it's still 200 years ago?" Zhao said coldly.

Between the words, Zhao's whole body momentum straight up, suddenly erupted 200 years ago several times the force!

The huge momentum, but also will force the snow below to roll up to the four sides.

"Boom!"

Great momentum is pressing towards Jin Dayu. Obviously, the prophet Zhao wanted to revenge him 200 years ago.

"ShangXu state, twelve levels?" Jin Dayu's pupil shrinks.

The whole body of the prophet Zhao was shining with white light. Looking from afar, he was extremely holy. Probing his hand, there is a little white bell in the palm of the prophet Zhao.

Clock? Seeing the clock, Jin Dayu smiles.

How dare the world compare with others?

"Hum!"

The golden emperor bell suddenly appeared, and suddenly a majestic momentum forced him to leave.

"Jin Dayu, you didn't expect it. In the past 200 years, I have reached the highest level of emptiness. Hum, the shame of that day. Today, I will repay the original amount!" Zhao's eyes were cold.

"In a short period of 200 years, the prophet Zhao went straight from the sixth to the twelfth level? He had a great adventure, too? In a short period of time, you've reached the full circle of emptiness Feng Yin and Yang frowned.

But Jin Dayu doesn't care.

Two hundred years of adventure? How can you compare yourself?

Just as Jin Dayu steps out, Meng Wenruo suddenly grabs Jin Dayu's shoulder.

"Lord Jin, show the enemy's weakness, entangle the prophet Zhao and lead the big fish out!" Meng Wenruo said.

Jin Dayu frowned and finally nodded.

"When!"

Jin Dayu's shenhuang bell rings and throws it to the sky.

The white bell in the hand of the prophet Zhao also made a loud noise and threw it to the sky.

"Boom

Two huge clocks collided.

"Hum!"

Rolling sound waves impact each other. The sound wave of shenhuang bell is golden, while that of white clock is pure white.

Not far away, Meng Wenruo's eyes narrowed.

"What power is this? awe-inspiring righteousness? No, it is more pure and holy than Haoran Zhengqi. Why have you never heard of it before? " Meng Wenruo frowned.

"Boom!"

The emperor's bell was slightly better than the white bell.

"Well?" Zhao's face changed and he stepped into the sky. In his hands, he suddenly wields a lot of white energy and rushes into the white clock.

As soon as the white energy enters, the power of the white clock rises suddenly.

Jin Dayu's eyes are slightly narrowed, and some golden power is infused again.No one will let the two bells contend.

At this time, Wang Jian is also a cold eye, to see the Zhao prophet brought a group of strong.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Sing!"

The bronze sword went straight away, and a monk was chopped into pieces under a blood light.

"Ah A group of practitioners exclaimed.

"Hoo!"

Wang Jian killed out, the bronze sword, fiercely cut and killed.

"Ah "Asshole!" "Kill him!"

When a group of practitioners were shouting. Wang Jianjian kept killing one cultivator after another.

"Hum!"

A group of practitioners, like the white light of the prophet Zhao, burst out of the white light, suddenly the strength of the surge, but, again, how strong Wang Jian?

Although there were thousands of people, in front of Wang Jian, it was like harvesting grass and mustard.

Kill, kill, kill, kill!

"Asshole, Wang Jian, stop it!" Zhao immediately exclaimed.

How can Wang Jian listen to him?

In the constant killing. Of course, Wang Jian did not use all his strength. People were fishing for fish, slowly killing, slowly waiting.

The prophet Zhao was anxious.

The hand moves the white clock, also is the face to show the color of fright.

The twelve levels of ShangXu state are somewhat empty, because they were promoted by kongmoke, so they are not the real twelve levels of ShangXu state.

But even so, it is more important than the virtual state 11. Why? Why does Jin Dayu's strength soar?

"How about the prophet Zhao?" Jin Dayu said coldly.

Jin Dayu pestered him with death, which made him unable to escape for a while.

Looking at the death of one of his subordinates, the prophet Zhao's face was so ugly that he said, "stop it. The emperor is only AI er's talent. If you want to kill NAR for your own use, the emperor will not forgive you!"

Love talent?

In the distance, Meng Wenruo and Fengyin and Yang looked at each other, and suddenly understood.

Meng Rongrong is just an introduction. Kong Moke wants to blackmail Meng Wenruo with Meng Rongrong, and then collect Dazhen Minister? Conspire against big Zhen?

Meng Wenruo showed a trace of disdain! A clear disdain for komoco's poor scheming.

Zhao said everything anxiously.

At this time, it happened that Yan Chuan walked out of the hall of Meiling house.

When the gate was closed, Yan Chuan was in a panic. For Meng Rongrong's guilt, let Yan Chuan heart accumulation of depression.

Suddenly I heard a cry in the distance.

"Stop it, the Lord is only AI er's talent. He wants to use nale and others for his own use."

In the distance, a word from the prophet Zhao digging the corner of the wall was like an oil barrel thrown into Yan Chuan's chest.

Yan Chuan's face suddenly became ferocious, as if he had found a place to vent his anger.

"Roar!" With a roar, Yan Chuan rushed away.

"Jin Dayu, get out of the way!" During the flight, Yan Chuan yelled angrily.

In the distance, Jin Dayu is slightly surprised, and immediately gives way to his body shape.

"When!"

There was a loud bang and the two clocks separated.

Zhao's prophet was a little surprised, and at the same time, he suddenly saw Yan Chuan, who was in the distance with a face of fierce anger.

The prophet Zhao was not angry but happy.

Yan Chuan? Left Yanjing, it is not as terrible as it was.

If you win Yan Chuan, everything will be solved.

"White lotus bell rings!" Zhao's hand suddenly urged.

"When!"

Around the white clock, suddenly floating out of a lotus like toward Yanchuan roared to cover.

Yan Chuan was angry at the moment, but he didn't let him.

With a fist, his face was angry and fierce, and he hit it. Before the man arrived, the murderous spirit went straight to the prophet Zhao.

The big fist Gang smashed on the white bell.

Zhao's face changed.

The strength of fist Gang even makes the surrounding space overlap.

"Boom

The white bell burst into pieces and opened. The remaining strength of the fist gang did not disappear, and ran into the Zhao prophet.

"No way!" Exclaimed the prophet Zhao.

"Boom

Like a meteor, the prophet Zhao was hit by a fist and flew out.

As he flew out, Zhao seemed to hear the sound of his own bones breaking.

"Poof!"

Leaving a thread of blood, the prophet Zhao flew ten miles away.

"Hoo!"

Suddenly, a white figure appeared, blocking the direction of Zhao's fleeing. He put his hand to hold the broken bones of the prophet Zhao.

"No way. I'm the twelve levels of ShangXu. No, it's impossible!" The prophet Zhao vomited blood, so he couldn't accept the fact at the moment.

In the distance, Yan Chuan punches, and his anger seems to have been vented almost in general. His original irritability is now much more comfortable.But Zhao's subordinates, who fought with Wang Jian all around, looked at the scene just now.

A punch? One punch fly? Mr. Zhao, you are twelve in the upper void!

In the distance, the one who received the prophet Zhao was a cold faced komoke.

Komoke saved the prophet Zhao, and a group of Ministers appeared behind him.

Kongmoke gives the prophet Zhao to his subordinates and looks coldly at Yan Chuan in the distance.

"Holy Lord!" Zhao's subordinates immediately called.

Then, a group of strong men around Wang Jian immediately flew to kongmoke.

"Wang Jian, kill!" Yan Chuan said coldly.

"Yes Wang Jian should drink.

"Sing!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Wang Jian's sword light, suddenly formed a huge meat grinder, a group of strong people were hanged and killed, the sword spirit is trapped around, strong people do not let escape.

"Ah "No!" "Help!"

The group of strong men was in a state of anxiety.

"Bold!" In the distance, komoke burst into a rage. Step toward Wang Jian's place straight forward.

"Hum!"

Yan Chuan's body suddenly moved, and immediately blocked in front of Wang Jian's battlefield and in front of Kong Moke.

"Hoo!" Two hurricanes collided.

Kongmoco was in a fit, and the two emperors were facing each other in the air. There was a fierce anger in their eyes.

PS: the second watch, there will be at night!

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