"The Martial God's Heavenly Classic is extremely difficult to conquer!" Xiao Wu King was in the dark martial arts palace, with bloody energy gushing out of his billions of pores, condensed into a blood-colored hand, filled with terrible martial arts power, and grabbed the martial arts scriptures in the light shield ahead.

The martial arts classics floated in the air, like an angry ferocious beast, releasing the violent brilliance of martial arts, colliding with bloody hands, interweaving a brilliant and brilliant martial arts light, with swords, swords, claws, and claws. They are all kinds of likeness, which is amazing.

Sweat continued to flow along the forehead of Xiao Wu King to his chin, and it hit the ground, making a clattering sound. His body seemed to be under great pressure, gritted his teeth, his facial features were slightly distorted, and his strength was gathered on his bloody hands, moving forward with difficulty!

"It's really damn. He actually touched the other Wanshu Wu Tower, which benefited the garbage Huang Wanjian and Xiao Nan. After conquering Wanwu Tianjing successfully, he would suppress all the wastes to the dust." His eyes were extremely unwilling to take back the Holy Tower Shadow in the sky.

Wanshu Wu Temple, created by the Lord of the Little Wu God Palace, is mysterious and cannot be known to outsiders. The three martial towers are the ultimate Musashi. When they touch one, they will lead another. This is unexpected. Now they can only concentrate on the Martial God Heavenly Sutra!

The Martial God Heavenly Classic is ranked as the lowest-grade martial arts at the Earth level. The most powerful treasure in the Palace of the Martial God Palace, and its martial arts intentions have reached thirty-nine ways. From the Xiuji Realm to the Tianfu Realm, its power increases in sequence.

Yuanwu, known as the Yuan family's two dragons, has a peerless qualification. It is very difficult to control the Martial God's Scepter and break the martial arts intention of the Heavenly Classics. It was only then that he had deciphered the seventh martial arts intention. I don't know how much time it would take to achieve great success.

But the Great Yuan Empire belongs to him. No one can touch anyone inch of earth, grass or tree. Musashi in Xiaowu Temple should not be moved. Xiao Nan and other bastards actually took the lead in climbing the Holy Martial Tower to seize treasures. It's abominable.

"Xiao Nan, look at the nine-story martial arts artifacts, which are better than the scenery of the world on earth. You can buy millions of untouchables and tens of millions of territory with just one handful. This is the martial arts."

Huang Wanjian looked proud. After obtaining many treasures on the Holy Martial Tower, he turned to Xiao Nan under the tower and looked down at: "You still don't understand that all sentient beings suffer, all kinds of things are ants. Let go of their illusory obsessions and control martial arts is our pursuit."

The nine-story martial tower, each level of martial tower is hung with broken corpses, and blood continues to seep out, wetting the stone steps, dyeing the entire sacred martial tower red. These are all human tragedies formed by the 13 Great Yuan states, the 13th states of the Great Yuan Dynasty, fighting for each other.

"Hmm?" Many people stopped slightly and looked at the boy. In their sight, the boy just said lightly: "What?"

"We are seeking eternal life, control the world, and enslave all the people. All things are inferior. Only martial arts are the highest. Is it worth it to be the enemy of those dead ants and Yuanwu who are in charge of the great Yuan destiny?"

Huang Wanjian ignored the increasingly heavier coldness in the young man's eyebrows and snorted: "People have their lives, and heaven has their destiny. They are born with different levels. Some are noble and some are humble. Just like the stars in the sky are bright and dim, and they are different in size. Some people die when they die."

"Why do you have to be persistent?"

"Ling Yan's qualifications are not good, and a dream of a hundred years is gone. It's already past. With your talent, you should be the same as the nine masters of our imperial capital. The strong should have the pattern of a strong man." Huang Wanjian looked at him confidently and said.

"I want to join forces with you to divide the Wu Tower equally and give you three breaths to consider."

"Wind Wanjian actually invited Xiao Nan to join forces." The trainees of the Thirteen Prefectures of the Yuan Dynasty tightened their hearts and were very panicked. Huang Wanjian itself was very powerful. In addition, Xiao Nan still has their own way out, the boy would definitely agree in the face of interests!

"Will Xiao Nan?" Luo Feixian and others who stood on Xiao Nan's side, as well as those who were enemies with him, were paying attention to the boy. His calm face was like a piece of snow-white paper gradually becoming colorful: "Will I be with you?"

"The strong should have a strong pattern?" The young man's martial eyes were circulating with irony.

"That's right." A smile appeared on Huang Wanjian's face. The boy was not stupid, and he could still convince him, but his pride suddenly froze because the boy's eyes became extremely cold: "I'm sorry, I refuse!"

"Uh!" Huang Wanjian and the people in the field were shocked!

"You are strong people, but you are also scumbags. You don't understand the morality of the world at all. I want to be a flesh-and-blood person, so I refuse."

"I refuse!"

These three words contain the thunderous anger of the young man. His beautiful and sunny face aroused Yang's murderous intent. The sharp edge of Huang Wanjian retreated slightly on the martial arts tower, and his face showed an idiot-like disbelief: "Did you actually refuse?"

"You only know that there are martial arts in the world, and those who regard mortals as dust, and they control this destiny. However, I cannot ignore human destiny. In the world, an ant has the right to live, let alone living people!"

"Ling Yan and the others should die just because they are weak, and they should be abused by Yuan Wu, haha... This is your destiny, not my destiny. I will never abide by it!" Xiao Nanwu's eyes were blood red.

"I will be called the king of Wuji and live forever, but I will never turn my conscience and be with you for the sake of strength."

The young man looked at the wild sword on the martial tower, like an ant looking at the destiny, but he was not challenging the destiny, but just sticking to the principles.

If a real man does something and does not do anything, why should he accept the dross of this era and become the garbage he once hated the most, and be destroyed by martial arts. What is the difference between a scum who is full of hypocrisy for money and power after 100,000 years?

The martial arts tower is silent as silent as the night, and the expressions of those geniuses are extremely complex. The secular emotions are really more important than supreme martial arts? Why are the boys in front of you so different? What kind of blood is flowing from your bones?

"Young man, how courageous it is to give up joining forces with Huang Wanjian to divide the martial arts tower? If they were to agree without hesitation, is this the reason why the young man has risen to this point in just one year?" Xi Mengyao whispered in the audience.

She looked at the girl in Zicheng again with beautiful eyes. Her haggard face seemed calm, but there was a hint of shaking and pain, as if she was fighting against something in her heart, it was hatred, hatred, and everything in the world.

"You will never bow your head!" Zi Xin sighed softly, and a line of clear tears passed through the jade neck as soon as she lowered her head. With the young man seeking justice for Ling Yan and other weak people who died in vain, she was not afraid of the power of Emperor Yuanwu's vein, she shattered all her belief in revenge.

Zi Qianji, if you don’t do good, will you die be unjust? Shouldn’t you die? All she can do is find a place to live for the rest of her life and accompany her brother.

"Xiao Nan, if you compromise easily, you will not be enemies with Dayuan tonight." The girls of Concubine Luo whispered to themselves, saying that it was indeed the case.

"Hmph, let's compete." Huang Wanjian's arrogance could no longer be held back. He stepped onto the second floor and grabbed a mysterious lower-grade artifact. His palm swayed in glory, and his crushing artifact was broken.

The martial arts body flashed with powerful light, and as he mastered this artifact, the power of the divine essence was increased. He was as dazzling as a sun. He looked at Xiao Nan with a squint, and then climbed the martial arts tower to seize treasures at a stronger speed.

"Since you don't want to be with me, let's see who is the overlord of Wuta."

"Scary!" The practitioners of the Thirteen Prefectures of the Great Yuan Dynasty were secretly shocked: "The nine masters of the imperial capital are all the strongest young geniuses of the Great Yuan Dynasty who are less than 20 years old. They are based on the advanced level of Xiujiao, and they also have their own characteristics in their practice of martial arts and martial arts, and they are called honored in a certain field."

"Wild Wanjian, the master comes out of the sword city, his sword skills are his pride, but it is definitely not the only one. His real field seems to be a magic weapon sword body!" A warrior exclaimed when he vaguely thought of something terrible.

"Divine Sword Body!" Hearing it, Xiao Nan's martial arts eyes suddenly sank. The nineteen types of the strongest physiques in the Eastern Wilderness World are not as terrible as it. It is a special sword body that uses magical weapons to improve their strength. A mysterious-level artifact can increase its combat power by 10%!

Rumble!

Huang Wan's sword was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, and it was difficult for each artifact to break free from his palm. He quickly got three pieces, and some were martial arts elixirs, with treasure light reflected on his body, and the aura of power intertwined a dazzling sword soul.

The sword soul is a seventh-level battle-level sword tip pointing at Xiao Nan, and the killing momentum gradually increases. As long as the power is strong enough to suppress Xiao Nan, it will take action without hesitation. It is even stronger than the advancement of the Soul Sea.

Luo Feixian and others looked extremely solemn: "The terrible divine weapon sword body must fight if you don't fight."

The strongest physiques that have appeared so far include Xi Mengyao's Gemini Demon Body, Yuanwu's Bawu Zun Body, Yuanyi's Star Divine Body, Xiao Yuanxian's Wanwu Holy Body, all of which are extremely powerful. Not only is the amazing progress in cultivation, but they also have special abilities!

Once they are enemies with these special physiques, what they need to do is to never magnify their advantages. The sword body of Huang Wanjian’s divine weapons uses divine weapons as the source of power, so he must never let him control the divine weapons on the martial tower without restraint. That is to destroy himself.

The physical constitution in the world is full of stars, endless, and should not be underestimated!

"My martial arts is to advance but not retreat, and there is no one to suppress me in the world as an enemy." Xiao Nan was inspired to fight. He originally planned to observe the Wanshu Martial Tower, but now he has to fight. He cannot sit idly by and watch the artifact of Huang Wanjian conquering is constantly powerful enough to suppress him.

He stepped onto the martial arts tower with one foot. Musashi, the first floor of the nine-story martial arts tower, had almost been obtained. He had to chase it to the second floor. However, there was another way, which was to seize the warrior who conquered the artifact.

"Get down." He did not attack ordinary practitioners of the Thirteen Prefectures of the Yuan Dynasty. He chose the genius who was following Huang Wanjian to rob him, Ming Zhujiu, and the genius of the Holy Academy at the peak of the sixth level of the Washing Orb. When he had no time to react, the Flame Sword pressed down.

The God of Flame Sword, with the rolling flame stream, Fenji's determination to shine with all the strengths, is undoubtedly the one who hits the sword, once it does not resist, the one who hits the sword will be injured.

"Nine-level Divine Mountain Fist!" Zhu Jiu pulled away his hand holding the artifact, roared, and intertwined his fists, jumped out of the soul of the Taoist monster, a second-level battle-level, ape-monkey form, and an extremely powerful earth-yellow fist with his movements.

But with just a "boom", the fist was broken like a wave of water. He vomited blood from his mouth, flew out like a broken bag, and fell from the sky...

Even a single blow could not stop Xiao Nan!
Chapter completed!