But the next moment, he suddenly felt a cold under him.

Looking down, I saw that my upper and lower body had been separated, and the blood was spilled on the ground.

The smile on his face suddenly solidified, looking at the king's loneliness in disbelief, and chuckling a few words, as if he wanted to say something, but he could not say a word.

"A sword will be a high-end of the condensate in two, this small brute into the Tianbao Pavilion, the strength rose!"

Seeing this scene, Ding Shengjie couldn't help but shudder.

At this time, the king's silence, two large men with scars, had jumped up.

The two, one of them used two huge axes to stir the air with a constant tremor.

The other, holding a trestle, was mighty and incomparable.

“Little bastard, lie down for me!”

The two of them shouted and burst into a raging real element.

“It’s you who should lie down!”

Wang Lian laughed coldly, and the iron sword covered with rust in his hand waved again, as if lightning were as swift as lightning, and struck the two men.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

The two of them screamed and fell to the ground, and there was no sound.

People never thought that Wang Lian was so strong, killing the basil of the first heavy sky of the condensate and killing chickens, a sword, not dragging mud with water.

But Wang Lian did not give people time to hesitate, and the iron sword in his hand was waving, all the way to Ding Sanjie and killing the past.In the twinkling of an eye, about a dozen people died under his sword.

“Why is this little bastard so great?What are you eating, kill him.”

Ding Shengjie saw this scene and finally realized that Wang Yan was stronger and more fierce than he had imagined, and he could not help but panic.

“Little beast, don’t be arrogant, I’ll be shooting for a while!”

At this time, a young man in a white robe jumped up, waving a silver sword and thorning toward the king.

His sword pierced out, actually let Wang Yan feel, as if he was targeted by a vicious python, a cold poured into his heart.

“The second day?”

Wang Lian's eyes were full, it was no wonder that he would let himself have such a palpitating feeling, and it turned out to be a master of his equal cultivation.

But Wang's face, but there is no fear, but a scornful smile, the long sword in his hand swept out: "How about the second day of the condensation of the state, killing it!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw that the Wang's body was like a ghost, and suddenly came to the side of the white-robed youth, a cold light flashed, the white-robed young man trembled, and the whole person was set in place.

After a while, at his neck, a blood sewn suddenly cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a large amount of blood spewing out of it.

Then he fell to the ground.

Before he fell down, he had an incredible face.

A sword in the throat.

“Is this little bastard, or man?”A sword actually killed a master of the second heaven of the condensation, this, this, this is terrible...”

Ding Shengjie saw this scene and was horrified.

"This evil door, everyone should not care, together to kill him!"

A one-armed middle-aged man looked at Wang Yan and actually united five or six people to jump to Wang Lian.

These five or six people, each of them are the masters of the second heaven in the condensation, each with a thick breath and a strong strength.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lian did not dare to carelessly, and immediately ran up the "floating light" body, and the "Five Swords" was also exhibited in his hand.

“Little bastard, be dead!”

Five or six masters of the second heaven, shuddering, shouted, and Qi Qi rushed forward.

"The first type of the nine swords, the sword hangs in the sky!"

Wang Lian laughed coldly, the long sword in his hand drew a strange arc in the middle of the sky, the black sword gas gushed out, and a master of the second heaven of the condensation realm fell into the pool of blood.

"The second type of the nine swords, the sword is cut off the eight deserts!"

The strong sword spirit swept away in the surrounding area, and a master of the second heavy sky of the condensate fell under the sword of Wang Yan.

“Third, swords on the mountain!”

The black sword gas condensed into a line, decapitated from the height, as if to chop everything in front of him.

The remaining several masters of the second heaven of the condensation environment, all spouted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground to death.

In the blink of an eye, Ding Shengjie found a helper, was killed by Wang Lianliang half.

The rest of the people, all trembling with fear, looked at the king with a frightened face and did not dare to shoot.

Ding Sanjie was also trembling, his eyes full of shocked eyes.

But he knows better that if he does not make the death of the king today, he will surely die.

Therefore, he shouted at the crowd, "Don't be afraid, although this boy is powerful, but his real yuan is not endless, he is definitely not about to support, everyone quickly ah, kill him!"Who can kill him and give him two bucks!”

There will be brave men under the reward, and when they hear this, all the people who are still alive have licked their lips, waved their hands on the blade, bit their teeth, and jumped up toward the king's silence.

“A bunch of ants, look for death!”

Wang Lonely laughed, the long sword in his hand was waving, and a "rushing nine swords" was put into full play by him.

With the mysterious body of "Floating Light", he shuttled back and forth between people, and every time he came out of the sword, there must be a blood spatter on the spot.But the blade in the hands of others, but even the shadow of the king's silence can not be captured, by him to play the group.

But for a moment, only one person died.

The man looked at the corpses on the ground, and looked at the king's silence, and cried out in horror, "devil", and then rolled and crawled, turning and quickly escaping.

But Wang Lonely will let him be happy, glanced at a blue sword on the ground, kicked on the hilt of the sword, kicked the long sword out, cut the long sky, extremely accurate through the back of this person.

The man looked back at the king in disbelief and fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

In this way, Ding Shengjie carefully arranged, and all the people who were in ambush here died in the hands of the king.

Wang Lian turned back, looked coldly at Ding Shengjie, took a step, and walked past him.

“You, you, don’t come here, don’t come here.”

Ding Shengjie trembled with fear, looked at the king with great horror, and the whole person could not help but step back two steps.

He really could not believe that this time he not only gathered all the guards of Dingfu, but also invited a lot of cloud tour, that is, he was worried that Wang Yan would ask Tianbao Pavilion to shoot.

Seeing Wang Lian really coming alone, he suddenly felt that he was still too cautious, looking for so many masters to purely small and useful.

So many masters, not to mention Wang Lian's little hairy head, even if it is the master of the third heavy sky of the condensate, it is certain that he will surely die.

But he never thought that Wang Yan was so fierce that he would be sum up the people he had gathered to kill, and he had hardly hurt himself.

It's awful!

Ding Shengjie has lived so old, and has never seen such a terrible fellow.