Hearing this voice, Chen Chuyi, the king of Tibet, trembled slightly, raised a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth and said, "elder martial brother, I didn't expect that even you came!"

Outside the palace, I saw a tall and straight figure with white hair standing there, like an unparalleled fierce knife. The trace of domineering knife spread from him. The ground under his feet trembled constantly. The stone walls around the palace quickly turned into a pile of dust at a withering speed.

This man, after the destruction of the reincarnation hall 20 years ago,? He went to the headquarters of the six kings of the world alone and defeated the six kings of the world with the power of one sword. The world was shocked in that war.

The world finally understood that among the ten halls of hell, there was not only the king of Tibet, the Lord of the ten halls. The Lord of the Bingmo hall was an existence who could become the seven kings of the world.

But I don't know why he is willing to join the hell of the ten halls, condescend to hide under the king and become the Lord of the military demon hall!

Later, it was rumored that the master of the soldiers and Demons hall, the master of the reincarnation hall, and the king of Tibetans were brothers of the same vein. The master brother soldiers and demons were infatuated with the younger martial sister in red clothes, but the younger martial sister in red clothes fell in love with the younger martial brother Chen Chuyi. They left the sect and went down the mountain to establish the ten halls of hell.

The elder martial brother Bing Mo was ordered by the master to go down the mountain and take them back, but finally, at the request of the younger martial sister, the elder martial brother stayed, joined the hell of the ten halls and established the Bing Mo hall.

"Chen Chuyi, you may not expect me to come, but I've been dreaming about this scene for 20 years!"

The white haired figure had a cold voice and a dull tone, full of biting killing intent.

Boom!

The next second, the eyes of the white haired figure suddenly burst into scarlet light. The whole palace seemed to be impacted by a great force, and countless dust spread among the ruins of the palace.

Whew, whew, whew!

In an instant, three figures burst out of the ruins of the palace, turned into three streamers and rushed into the sky. After a while, the three came to the end of the sky.

Standing on the top of the sky, the air around them has become very thin. On the altitude of hundreds of thousands of meters, three figures stand in it and look at each other.

"Elder martial brother, I don't want to fight you!" Chen Chuyi, the king of Tibet, helplessly looked at the white haired figure and smiled bitterly.

"But I want to fight you! I want to ask for an explanation for younger martial sister. I will defeat you today. I want to show younger martial sister how cowardly her beloved man is!" The voice of the white haired figure was extremely cold. He said word by word. Every word was filled with dark anger.

While he was talking, he stretched out his right hand and shook it at the stars on one side. In an instant, the huge star turned into a streamer and flew into the hands of the white haired figure:

"Today, I take the sun, moon and stars as my sword. You live and I die, you die and I live!"

Boom!

The endless power of the stars bloomed in the hands of the white haired figure. The huge star had already turned into a star sword, which was threatening.

The next second, the sword of stars in the white haired figure's hand suddenly waved away, and a magnificent and violent starlight was swept away at the ground Tibetan king Chen Chu.

As soon as the Tibetan king Chen Chu saw this scene, he reluctantly shook his head and wanted to make a move.

But at this time, the old hall master of Youquan hall blocked in front of him and said faintly, "Sir, I'll block this sword for you!"

After that, the old hall owner of Youquan hall did not wait for the Tibetan king Chen Chuyi to reply. He stepped out with his right foot. On the white moon on his left, the brighter tides swept in and quickly blocked in front of him.

Boom!

The starlight mixed with the power of stars smashed on the moon tide and flashed a burst of dazzling light.

"Youquan, spread out to me. You are not my opponent. I want to kill only Chen Chuyi!" The sword was blocked, the white haired figure frowned slightly, stared at the Youquan coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"Bingmo Lord, if I had been 20 years ago, my strength might not be as good as you, but after 20 years of dedicated cultivation, I have reached the peak of the king's realm and lost six kings in a row. I can do it. You may not be able to win me!"

The master of the old hall of Youquan hall raised a slight smile at the corners of his mouth and said faintly to the white haired figure.

"In that case, don't blame me for ignoring the feelings of the people of the ten halls of hell at the same time." The white haired figure said coldly with cold eyes.

"Protecting adults is what every soul in the ten halls of hell should do. In those years, adults left the ten halls of hell to protect us. Now, I can't let you hurt him!" The old hall leader of Youquan hall looked positive and said:

"Moreover, twenty years ago, I wanted to learn about you, the devil in the army. Now I just take this opportunity to learn a little!"

"Die!" The white haired figure said coldly. At last, he no longer talked nonsense. The sword of stars in his hand waved out against the old lord of Youquan hall again.

When this sword is wielded, the stars around it shift and heaven and earth turn upside down.

The master of the old hall of Youquan hall looked like a master, his face was as usual, and there was no fear at all. There was a high sense of war in his eyes. When his right hand turned over, the moon tide turned into a moon blade in his hand and went straight up against the star sword.

....

At the periphery of Youquan stronghold, a group of people stood in it and looked at the Youquan stronghold built near the mountain in front of them. The stone wall in front of the stronghold was a little old, slightly showing the vicissitudes of the years, but the attitude of towering and towering was still reflected in everyone's vision.

"No one has lived in Youquan stronghold for 20 years. It's not easy to have such a spirit!" The South elephant looked at the stone wall of Youquan stronghold in front of him and sighed.

"Yes, is Youquan stronghold 20 years ago the strongest stronghold among the 100000 mountains in the southern region? Depending on the spirit of the stone wall, it is not comparable to an ordinary stronghold." Qiao Feng also shook his head and sighed.

"I don't know how powerful the leader of Youquan stronghold and the old leader of Youquan hall are?" Tong Waner couldn't help but say.

I'm afraid there are only ten masters in the world who can win. I'm afraid there are only six masters in the world. When I hear that master's face can win, I'm afraid it's mine

Hearing this, Qiao Feng and Nan Xiang smiled at each other and didn't say much. No matter who they were, they were more partial to their master and thought that their master was the strongest person in the world.

Boom!

While they were talking, the sky, which was originally clear, suddenly changed color, the surrounding clouds surged rapidly, and the sky became dark.

On the sky, two dazzling lights appeared at the same time, namely the moon and a brilliant star.

The appearance of this day star is extremely strange. What's more strange is that the stars can shine with the help of the brilliance of the moon.

But at the moment, the light of the star above everyone's head is as bright as the sun. The light of the moon in front of it can only be regarded as equal share of the autumn

"How could this happen? Why did it suddenly change?" Exclaimed the South elephant.

"In the daytime, not only the heaven and earth change color, but also the stars appear in the daytime. It's too strange!" Qiao Feng tutted his tongue.

At this time, the mountain spit out a sentence: "is there an immortal fighting?"

"How can there be an immortal in this world?" Everyone looked at Shan Jiang in vain, and Shan Jiang couldn't help laughing awkwardly.

"Let's go!" Mo Li, who was walking ahead, urged the people. Although they were confused about the heaven and earth vision above their heads, they didn't care much and walked to the Youquan stockade one after another.

Shan Jiang didn't know that his casual joke really became a proverb.

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