Above the market.

Under the sacred power of Nalanjun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping, the entire city campus ground seemed to be trembling.

The unprecedented powerful holy power was like a storm, storm, and it continued to sweep towards the river.

powerful!

Very strong!

I have to say.

Nalan Jun, Murong Hua, and Ouyang Ping, the three great ninth-grade saint cultivators, are already enough to match the powerful people in the three thousand Xuan-grade realms.

Jiang Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of seriousness and caution appeared on his originally beautiful face, which was originally calm and gentle.

"Is there a mid-stage realm of Xuan Nine Grade, a late-stage realm of Xuan Nine Grade, and a peak-level realm of Xuan Nine Grade?"

Facing the madness of Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping, Jiang Liu's dark and deep eyes flashed with a cold chill.

There was a playful smile on his lips, as evil as a demon returning from the depths of hell. While locking the three of them with his eyes, the third level of the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Beiming Divine Art were already in a holographic operation.

A light yellow halo covers the skin surface of the river.

Seeing the attacks of Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping, the three powerful men covering the sky, approaching infinitely, Jiang Liu jumped and passed directly through Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping's holy power, and landed on the surface of the market school.

"Little Bastard, do you want to escape?"

Seeing that the city monument fleeing Jiangdong City still looked dull and neither humble nor arrogant, Nalan Jun immediately became angry.

Thinking of the three of them, they are all super strong men who shocked the entire Jiangdong City.

In Jiangdong City, and even in Jiangjun Province, no one dared to neglect them.

Now, Jiang Liu, a young man, dares to provoke and despise him so much in the face of the joint siege of the three of them.

No matter how good their temper is, it is unbearable.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

All three extremely fierce holy powers fell into vain as Jiang Liu jumped away.

But even so, the anger in the hearts of Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping was suddenly bursting out.

They gritted their teeth and mobilized the holy power in their bodies again, gathering all on their arms. At their ghostly and rapid speed, they quickly turned around in the air and rushed towards Jiang Liu viciously again.

In an instant!

The air on the stage became crazy and turbulent.

Three huge holy powers of 900,000 kilograms were like giant dragons roaring, rolling towards the river in the center of the city campus.

"Don't give him any chance to breathe, go!!!"

Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping shouted almost at the same time, and their bodies were pressing towards Jiang Liu, which also accelerated instantly.

"Sure enough, facing Mr. Jun, Mr. Hua and Mr. Ping, Jiang Liu had no choice but to escape."

"With the joint suppression of the three great nine-grade holy cultivation realms, what else can he do if he doesn't escape? There is only one way to die."

"From then on, Mr. Jun, Mr. Hua and Mr. Ping were the three men who were in charge of my Jiangdong City. My Jiangdong City will definitely become the leader of the seventeen cities among the seventeen cities in Jiangjun Province!"

Around the city campus, the male and female saint cultivators present in Jiangdong City were almost all shocked at this moment when they felt the holy power of Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping.

Three great mysterious and nine-grade holy cultivators!

Even when facing a real spiritual powerhouse, you still have the power to fight.

What's more, Jiang Liu is only at the peak of the Xuan Seventh-grade realm, but the combat power it shows can be compared with the spiritual realm.

There are Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping who took action at the same time. Today, even if the gods come, he will definitely die!

"Old Jun!"

"Old Hua!"

"Old Ping!"

For a moment.

Looking at the sacred power on the stage, the light shone brightly. The crowds of more than 100,000 people in Jiangdong City were all boiling around the Jiangdong City campus.

They shouted the names of Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping with great enthusiasm.

The pairs of hot eyes stared straight at the stage, each of them seemed eager to see with their own eyes how the three of them killed Jiang Liu.

"I'm just standing on a high place. I'm just a little afraid of heights after standing for a long time. Why does it become a runaway when you're in your mouth?"

Feeling the shocking holy power of Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping, Jiang Liu stood in the middle of the city campus and smiled disapprovingly.

He did not take action, nor did he say any extra nonsense. He just looked at Nalan Jun, Murong Hua, and Ouyang Ping, and shook his head slightly.

However, he slowly raised his arm, stretched out his fingers, and his eyes fixed on the Jiangdong City Monument not far in front of him.

The fourth vein of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword shot out.

The holy powers, like lightswords, broke through the fingertips of Jiangliu, and burst into the air and exploded on the stele of Jiangdong City.

Buzz ~

only.

When the power of the fourth vein of the Jiangliu Six-Meridian Divine Sword fell on the Jiangdong City Monument, the fonts of flying dragons and phoenixes were also written by Jiangliu.

"Wait until autumn comes September 8th!"

This is the first line written by Jiang Liu using the power of the fourth vein of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword on the Jiangdong City Monument.

As soon as this poem came out, a huge spiritual power burst out with dazzling light.

Instantly.

Surrounding the city stele in Jiangdong City, storms are everywhere.

One by one, the golden fonts suddenly broke away from the Jiangdong City Monument and flew into the air to the top of Jiang Liu's head.

This moment!

Anyone from Jiangdong City who saw Jiang Liu's actions were stunned.

Even Shi Zhengen, Zheng Xiaonan, and the famous families in Jiangdong City were a little confused.

"Under the joint suppression of the three great mysterious and ninth-grade saint cultivators, Jiang Liu still has the heart to write poetry?"

"Is he crazy? Or is he trying to leave another poem by him before he dies?"

"However, no matter what he wants to do, it can no longer change his dying ending."

Around the city campus, amid the clamor of countless Jiangdong people, many saint cultivators from Jiangdong City couldn't help but sneer.

Their eyes were all staring at the stage without exception.

Even though they could clearly feel the oppression of the holy power swept from the stage, they were still afraid of missing every wonderful moment on the stage.

They all wanted to witness Jiang Liu's death with their own eyes and his miserable death.

No one regrets him!

No one pity him!

Even those men and women who had never met Jiang Liu before were all sarcastic, shook their heads, and cursed Jiang Liu's brainlessness and ignorance in their hearts.

after all.

The three powerful men from Nalan Jun, Murong Hua and Ouyang Ping attacked the holy power of the sky, and were almost approaching Jiang Liu.

But this Jiangliu not only did not expect to dodge and resist, but also had leisure and leisure to write poems on the stele of Jiangdong City?

Without the support of higher-level paper and pen, even if the stele of Jiangdong City is cast by spiritual stone, even if the poems written by Jiang Liu can achieve the psychic effect, they cannot show the rating, let alone the sacred spirit.

so.

Jiang Liu wrote poems on the Jiangdong City Monument, which was of no use at all, and could only speed up his death!
Chapter completed!