c_t;“ Xiahou asked, do you think you can stop the three of us alone?" Three old men walked out of the camp of the Divine Sword Holy Land, and one of them looked at him angrily. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info ($>>> cotton, flower 'sugar' small 'say')

Xiahou Wentian smiled coldly: "The three old dogs of the Divine Sword Holy Land, if they want to go up to the Infinite Babel Tower, they will step on my corpse. ”

The elder of the Divine Sword Holy Land sneered: "It's just a local chicken and a dog, but you just killed a few nameless people, so you think you are invincible in the world?"

"You old dog, you can give it a try and see if your sword is fast or my sword is sharp!" Xiahou Wentian said through gritted teeth.

The elders of the Divine Sword Holy Land didn't take Xiahou Wentian in their eyes at all, the Great Emperor Wuxian was just a backward descendant, and he was cowering in the backward place of the Eight Desolations Plain, how much of the Great Emperor's bloodline could be left in his body?

And the Divine Sword Holy Land is the true bloodline of the Great Emperor, the Great Emperor's inheritance is endless, and there are countless magical powers, how can it be compared to the declining Xiahou family?

Xiahou Wentian was covered in blood, and he had already killed too many warriors under this Infinite Babel Tower.

The warriors of the Xiahou family who entered the Wuji Digong Palace were also lost, except for a few people who could still stand, the rest of them all turned into cold corpses.

However, Xiahou Wentian's eyes did not have the slightest sadness, and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

Xiahou Wentian now knows very well that if he persists outside this Infinite Babel Tower for a while, Xiahou Zishan in the Infinity Babel Tower will have a better chance of success.

"Divine Sword Holy Land Jian Yilin, take your dog's life today!" The elder of the Divine Sword Holy Land shook his sword, and the overwhelming sword light shrouded the entire Infinite Babel Tower, and the powerful sword Dao cultivation was fully revealed in this move.

"It is worthy of the Holy Land of Divine Sword, and there is indeed no one who can surpass it in the way of the sword!" The martial artists who entered the Infinite Underground Palace couldn't help but admire.

They are also all powerhouses in the early stage of the Heaven Asking Realm, but there is a world of difference in strength, and Jian Yilin's strength is definitely not comparable to the few Heaven Asking Heaven Realm martial artists who died in the hands of Xiahou Wentian before.

However, in the face of such a terrifying sword, Xiahou Wentian did not have the slightest fear on his face, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of inexplicable smile.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise in Xiahou Wentian's body that only he could hear, Xiahou Wentian knew very well what this loud noise meant, but he had no regrets.

"Die!" Xiahou Wentian's eyes flashed with a gleam, and the long sword in his hand shone with a strange light. [Fast update, refreshing website pages, few ads, I like this kind of website the most, be sure to praise]

"Huh!" In an instant, the sword blades staggered, and Jian Yilin's body suddenly collapsed weakly on the ground, and there was no life at all!

"Yilin!" the martial artists of the Excalibur Holy Land couldn't help but exclaim.

The elder of the dignified Divine Sword Holy Land asked how could a powerhouse in the early stage of the Heavenly Realm be killed by a single sword?

If Xiahou Wentian was a super powerhouse in the late stage of the Wentian Realm, this might still be in the past, but he was just a martial artist in the early stage of the Wentian Realm who came out of the land of decline, and in terms of strength, he would definitely not be the opponent of Jian Yilin.

"Hahahaha, hahaha, who else, who else, who else will come up?" Xiahou asked the sky and laughed wildly, as if he didn't take these powerhouses of the Heaven Realm in his eyes at all.

"Boom!" Two sword lights rushed up into the field in the Divine Sword Holy Land camp, and the left and right bags attacked Xiahou Wentian.

"Hahaha, it's good, it's good!" Xiahou Wentian laughed, the blade of the sword slashed, two wails came from the sky, and two cold corpses fell to the ground.

Two Elders of the Excalibur Holy Land - Die!

If Jian Yilin's death was just a coincidence, then the death of the two elders of the Divine Sword Holy Land had already made the martial artists present realize that this Xiahou Wentian really had the strength to kill the martial artists of the Wentian Realm in seconds.

The Great Elder of the Black Sky frowned: "I see, I see, the last descendant of the Great Emperor still has its own uniqueness after all, there is no need to go to our Ancestor Mountain in troubled waters this time!"

Yun Shanjun looked at the Great Elder suspiciously: "Great Elder, what happened?"

"The current Xiahou Wentian is comparable to the Great Emperor in this Infinite Earth Palace, and no one is his opponent!" said the Black Heaven Great Elder.

Yun Shanjun looked at that Xiahou in horror and asked the sky, comparable to the Great Emperor, this news is too shocking.

In the entire second universe, there is only one emperor-level powerhouse in the entire second universe, the Qinglian Emperor, and the Great Elder actually said that this Xiahou Wentian is comparable to the Great Emperor's powerhouse!

"Great Elder, how is this possible, this" Although he knew that the Great Elder would not lie to himself, Yun Shanjun still couldn't believe that this Xiahou Wentian was comparable to a powerhouse at the level of the Great Emperor.

"This is indeed the case after this Infinite Underground Palace!" Hei Tian Dachang shook his head and asked the men and horses of the Ancestor Mountain to retreat, trying not to confront this Xiahou Wentian head-on.

The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and the Xiahou family, as the descendants of the Great Emperor, although they do not have the blessing of the Great Emperor like the major holy lands, they have an advantage that even the martial artists of the major holy lands do not have.

That's the bloodline, the bloodline of the Infinite Emperor!

As a descendant of the Infinite Emperor, he naturally has the blood of the Infinite Emperor in his body, which can echo with the Infinite Heavenly Dao in this Infinite Underground Palace.

You only need to pay a certain price, and you can even borrow the power of this Infinite Underground Palace to greatly improve your own strength.

But like Xiahou Wentian, at the cost of his own life, it is quite rare to communicate with the Infinite Heavenly Dao of this side of heaven and earth, so that his strength can be raised to the level of the Great Emperor.

Xiahou Wentian was already determined to keep all the martial artists out of the Infinite Babel Tower, even if it cost him his life.

"There are also four swords!" Xiahou Wentian looked at the sky of the Infinite Underground Palace and smiled slightly.

With the help of the bloodline of the Infinite Heavenly Dao and the Infinite Emperor, although he was able to temporarily raise his strength to the realm of the Great Emperor, he had to pay the price of his life, and with his body, he could swing six swords at most, and when the sixth sword was swung, his body would be completely shattered by the power of the level of fighting!

He had already swung out two swords and killed three powerhouses in the early stage of the Heaven Asking Realm, which shocked the martial artists present, and those Heaven Asking Realm powerhouses did not dare to approach rashly.

Although there are only four swords, it is enough to stop these people for a long time, and I believe that he can buy enough time for Xiahou Zishan.

Xiahou Zishan looked at Xiahou Wentian, who was fighting to the death under the Wuji Babel Tower, and smiled slightly, without tears or sadness, as if this Xiahou Wentian's sacrifice was deserved.

In fact, Xiahou Wentian himself thinks so, including him, all the people in the Xiahou family take it for granted.

Almost all of the last elite of the Xiahou family are in this Infinite Palace, even if Xiahou Zishan successfully obtains the inheritance of the Infinite Emperor, it will take thousands or even tens of thousands of years for the Xiahou family to rise, and the price paid is too heavy, too heavy.

"Don't be afraid, this old guy doesn't have much strength!" A dragon chant echoed through the sky in the Ancient Dragon Holy Land.

However, as soon as the body of that ancient dragon came out, a sword light that was almost to the extreme pierced his head, and the huge ancient dragon's body turned into powder in the air!

"Boom!" the crowd that was still a little nervous just now suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of swallowing saliva was so clear.

"How can this Xiahou Wentian be so strong, how can it be so strong?" there was such a question in everyone's hearts why this Xiahou Wentian was so strong.

Zhu Qing didn't get close to the Infinite Babel Tower, he just watched from a distance, Xiahou Wentian's earth-shattering sword made him amazed, and at the same time, something seemed to be agitated in his body, as if he wanted to challenge!

Zhu Qing hurriedly calmed himself down, the current Xiahou Wentian was very wrong, even the powerhouses in the early stage of the Wentian Realm could be killed with one sword, and he, a little senior immortal martial artist, was simply asking for his own death.

At the same time, Zhu Qing was also very curious about why his body had such restlessness, it seemed that after he fell into a coma, his body was a little different, as for what kind of difference, Zhu Qing couldn't say.

There is a limit to people's patience, even if Xiahou Wentian suppressed these warriors with strong strength, some warriors still couldn't bear it.

However, Xiahou Wentian didn't care about this, and there was only one fate for those who couldn't bear it - death!

Whether it was rushing up one by one, or a group of people rushing up, Xiahou Wentian only needed a sword to completely wipe out their existence.

When only the last sword was left, Xiahou Wentian's face began to become a little solemn, and he was thinking about how this sword could exert his strongest strength.

When this sword was swung, his life had come to an end, and it was truly the last sword!

"The last sword, kill as much as you want, kill as much as you want!Hahaha, the blood is about to drip full, and the Great Emperor's inheritance is about to appear!" In the Infinite Babel Tower, Xiahou Zishan laughed madly.

It seems that he heard Xiahou Zishan's shout, and a smile appeared at the corner of Xiahou Wentian's mouth, since this is the case, there is no need to keep the last sword;!

"Sonorous!" Xiahou Wentian's hands shook, and the long sword in his hand shattered!

"Give up!" The martial artists of several holy lands sneered, after such a stalemate, has it finally reached the point of running out of oil and running out?

"Be careful!" Suddenly, the Great Elder of the Black Sky exclaimed, and with a grasp of his palm, all the martial artists of the Ancestor Mountain were ingested into his palm and disappeared into the sky.

Several Heaven Realm powerhouses also noticed it, and they used their means to take away their disciples.

And those martial artists who didn't have time to leave, their bodies burst in an instant, turning into bursts of blood mist!

Who would have thought that this would be the result, and in an instant, thousands of martial artists would turn into blood mist!

"Boom!" The bloodstone in Zhu Qing's chest shook, and a layer of red light protected Zhu Qing's body.

"Jingle bell!" Something kept hitting the red light, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be something like dust, it was actually the dust after the long sword was shattered!

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