Chapter 463 The Seal of the Throne

The Angry Emperor Dragon is just a breath, that is, to directly destroy tens of thousands of monsters. In the Dragon Valley, except for thousands of dragons here, there are only five people in the killing palace standing alone in the air, with some of them.

"Yunfeng Xiaoyou, this sword flying cloud will be handed over to you. As for the remaining few people, leave it to the people of my dragon clan to practice!" The voice of the angry emperor dragon came out, and then he took off and became a bystander.

As soon as the angry emperor dragon left, he exposed the tomb Yunfeng under the eyelids of Jian Feiyun.

"Tomb Yunfeng!" Jian Feiyun woke up from the shock and saw Tomb Yunfeng standing in the air, looking at himself helplessly. How could Jian Feiyun not know Tomb Yunfeng? However, he himself did not expect to meet this Tomb Yunfeng who brought shame to her here.

Thinking that Jian Feiyun is a number of existence even in the killing palace, he was insulted several times by Tomb Yunfeng and even finally killed. This kind of murderous hatred, the hatred of bullying, and the nature of flying clouds with the sword are naturally impossible to forget.

Tomb Yunfeng smiled bitterly, and the other party still remembered himself, "Master of Sword City, how are you?"

"Are you all right? Humph! Unexpectedly, let me see you in this place, Tomb Yunfeng, you are looking for death. Even if I fight to death today, I will kill you on the spot first!" Jian Feiyun is the kind of person who must repay. At this moment, looking at the tomb Yunfeng is already an endless killing opportunity.

Hum!

Seven fairy swords were destroyed, but this sword Feiyun still had its own means. A golden thin sword like a water snake appeared in front of him, constantly twisting and gliding. As soon as he saw this thin sword, Tomb Yunfeng couldn't help trembling in his heart, the eighth-order fairy weapon! Tomb Yunfeng can still be recognized.

"I'm going to fight with you!" Tomb Yunfeng is not easy to get with. Since a battle is inevitable, let's go all out. Just in time, I have just reached the nine mysterious realms. At this time, I can also practice with Jian Feiyun and familiarize myself with my strength.

Hum...

In addition, Jian Feiyun and several people around him were a scene of tight pupils. I saw several things that made the space buzz constantly buzz in an instant over Tomb Yunfeng's head.

A mirror, that is the seventh-order peak fairy magic mirror of judo; a giant pen, which is the seventh-order peak fairy magic pen; a milky-shaped tower, which is the seventh-order peak fairy word tower of the holy road; a black pestle, which is the dark seventh-level peak fairy instrument covering the sky pestle; a four-headed furnace, that is the seventh-order fairy weapon of the force. The imperial-level alchemy furnace; there is also a picture that exudes a fascinating artistic conception, which is a picture of killing the dark road, two-level immortal weapons, ten thousand swords and demons.

Six pieces of fairy weapons at the peak of the seventh level appeared on the head of the tomb Yunfeng, which really scared the mighty figures of the killing palace. They suddenly had a strange idea. Is it possible that the seventh-order peak fairy weapons have gone everywhere in this upper world?

Even if it is a sword flying cloud, there are only seven-handled seventh-level middle-grade fairy weapons, plus an eighth-order lower-grade fairy sword. However, how old is Tomb Yunfeng? How long has it been since he came to the upper world? How can he have such six good seven-order fairy weapons? Moreover, Jian Feiyun is well-informed and has recognized five of these fairy weapons.

"This is the Tianxian Mirror, as well as the imperial refining furnace, the Tongtian magic pen... These are all fairy weapons that several major forces paid great attention to in those years. How could it be in your hands? Moreover, these fairy weapons came to the divine machine continent with the immortals in those years. Could it be that you subdued it on the Divine Machine Continent? Tomb Yunfeng, you are really a good means. No wonder even the Devil Hall is chasing you. It seems that you should be eradicated earlier. At this moment, Jian Feiyun finally realized the terrible growth ability of Tomb Cloud Maple.

Thinking of the rumors about Tomb Yunfeng in the upper world, Jian Feiyun's killing of Tomb Cloud is a little heavier.

Kill!

Not much nonsense. The figure of Jian Feiyun instantly turned into a heavy phantom, and the thin sword in front of him was buzzing, driving the whole space around him into a sticky state. One person and one sword seem to stir the whole space and turn into the center of this space.

The power of the wheel, the strength!

Tomb Yunfeng shouted softly in his heart and reacted in an instant. He tried his best to restrain the way and deal with thousands of sword shadows. Naturally, it was most appropriate to use force.

The imperial-level refining furnace instantly turns to the front, and next to the imperial-level refining furnace is a fiery red long knife, which is the crazy life symbol of the tomb cloud maple. Up to now, Tomb Yunfeng's crazy life weapon has reached the peak of the seventh level. The power of fire is not as simple as it is said. As for other original charms, they are a little better.

After the long knife, there is the Taoist magic pen, and then it is connected to the Judo Tianxian Mirror, and finally it is the magic map of killing ten thousand swords. This is another way to apply Tomb Yunfeng to the five wheels. At this moment, the spiritual power of Tomb Yunfeng mutated again, reaching the middle power of the Taoist realm. In addition, with the bonus of five seven-order peak fairy weapons, the whole strength is doubled, comparable to the general later stage of the Taoist realm.

Thousands of sword shadows collide with the imperial alchemy furnace in an instant, and the imperial alchemy furnace firmly guarded the tomb Yunfeng. If you want to hurt Tomb Yunfeng, you must first break the defense of the imperial furnace. In terms of the power of defense, the number of forces in the world is at the top. At this moment, Tomb Yunfeng completely interpreted the authenticity of this sentence.

Thousands of sword shadows are concentrated, but it is difficult to shake the imperial furnace at all, but the buzzing sound has been difficult to stop.

"Do you think you can repay your thoroughness by hiding in the fairy weapon? Joke, sword dance - insert a needle at every seam!" The cold voice of Jian Feiyun was transmitted, and the thin sword danced in an instant. With the dance of the thin sword, the shadows of the sword separated from it, more and more, and gradually evolved into an overwhelming trend.

Go!

With a cold shout, the heavy sword shadow actually collided head-on with the imperial alchemy furnace of Tomb Yunfeng as if it had spiritual knowledge. The heavy sword shadow kept swimming and teleporting around Tomb Yunfeng. As long as there was a loophole, the sword shadow would instantly pierce, pointing directly to the key point of Tomb Yunfeng.

Jian Feiyun controls the infinite sword shadow with one hand, looking at the situation around him. To deal with the other four people they brought, the dragon clan only sent four dragons. Among them, there are the four elders, including Long Ao, all of whom are the existence of Taoism. There are four dragons, which have suppressed the life he brought, and there is no chance to counter it at all.

Seeing this scene, Jian Feiyun couldn't help but feel bitter. If he had known that he should not have taken the initiative to deal with the matter of this ten thousand demon star domain.

"It's a big deal to find the opportunity to escape. With the Longzu present, even if I want to kill the tomb Yunfeng, I'm afraid it will be very difficult. I don't know what kind of shit luck this tomb Yunfeng has had to do with the dragon clan. What's more annoying is that the dragon clan, which should have been the end of the strong crossbow, happened to usher in the return of the old man, the angry emperor dragon. I'm so lucky to be home!" As soon as Jian Feiyun thought of this, the retreat in his heart was even more uncontrollable.

Hum!

Suddenly, a huge and horrible breath came from the front, which was the place where his heavy sword was suppressed.

A noble and majestic cyan throne suddenly appeared. Above the cyan throne, it exuded the power that made the sword fly and the clouds beat faster.

"The power of three fusions! This boy turned out to be an eight fellow practitioners, and, I'm not mistaken, is that the fairy weapon at the peak of the eighth level?! Fuck it!" Jian Feiyun's insight is to judge the spiritual power contained in the throne and the level of the throne with a strong breath. However, he only has the eighth-level lower fairy weapon. This tomb Yunfeng actually has the eighth-order peak fairy weapon, which is really a blow to him who makes him vomit blood.

"Qingxuan Throne - the seal of the throne!" The cold voice of the tomb cloud maple came, and the Qingxuan throne above the head came out in an instant. Under the throne, a gray mask appeared.

Jian Feiyun felt the terrible breath from the throne and knew that he could not resist it by himself, so he wanted to take back his eighth-order fairy weapon. However, it's too late. At this time, the other seven-order fairy weapons of Tomb Yunfeng had already been heavily wrapped in the eighth-order fairy sword, and he was not given the opportunity to go back at all.

"No!" Jian Feiyun was shocked and angry. How could he be suppressed by this guy who had just reached the mysterious world in the later stage of the Xuanjing of the Great Fusion Avenue? This is absolutely not allowed and must not appear on yourself.

"No, your sister, you are lucky to die at the hands of my Qingxuan throne." Jian Feiyun supported the sky with his hands, and all the powerful mysterious power in his body was used to resist the powerful swallowing power of the Qingxuan throne. The sentence of Qingxuan Throne almost made Jian Feiyun go away directly.

"The power of the integration of the three paths, coupled with the talent power of my Qingxuan throne, if I can't seal you, I, Qingxuan, won't live!" The Qingxuan throne continued to hit, and the gray mask emitted under the throne was a little stronger.

"I want to die with you!" Jian Feiyun was completely desperate. He felt that under the Qingxuan throne, his spiritual power was constantly disappearing, and under the stimulation of the other party's words, his consciousness began to blur. The power of fairy weapons at the peak of the eighth level can't be underestimated.

"With your grandma, do you have that qualification?" The throne of Qingxuan cursed, and there was no awareness as an eighth-order fairy weapon. It directly expanded and completely covered the sword flying clouds.

Gugu...

Jian Feiyun naturally has to struggle, and the Qingxuan throne is constantly shrinking in this struggle, as if there are some signs of being bursting out.

"Fuck! Boy, hurry up and do your best. Otherwise, I'm done." The anxious voice of Qingxuan Throne came to Tomb Yunfeng's ears, making Tomb Yunfeng speechless for a while.

However, Tomb Yunfeng did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly transmitted all the remaining fusion power in his body into the throne of Qingxuan, which made Qingxuan a little more stable.

This crazy shock lasted for ten breaths, and then slowly rested.