The strongest starting system

Chapter 790
"Desolate, you'd better think about what you're doing!"

Xing Junyan stood up, and a white light appeared in the palm of his hand.

Huang Wudao looked up to the sky and laughed:
"I'm doing things out of nowhere, and it's not your turn to tell me what to do, so get out of here!"

The big sword swept forward, and the flaming python descended from the sky, reaching a height of [-] meters, the momentum was earth-shattering.

Xing Junyan took a deep breath, raised his palm, and the white light quickly extended into an airtight mask.

"As long as I'm here, you don't want to hurt half a hair of the saint!"

Xing Junyan's eyes were firm.

He made this promise not only for Yanyao Holy Land, but also for Zhao Wushuang!
"Ants who are overconfident, die for me!"

Huang Wudao yelled loudly, and the overwhelming flames burst down, and the mask was under the violent attack, and a gap was cracked on the surface.

Xing Junyan's expression changed instantly.

Huang Wudao took advantage of the victory to pursue, the blood-red saber surged more than a hundred meters, and then the phantom in the sky covered the entire mountain, it was the blood-red saber slashing down from the sky.

Xing Junyan gritted his teeth, supported the inner wall of the mask with both hands, and exhausted his last bit of strength.

Although the possibility of him being able to withstand the blow of Huang Wudao is very slim.

There were bursts of exclamations among the crowd watching the battle outside.

Huang Wudao's strength is too strong, no one can match him.

Above the sky, all the elders of the Holy Land also frowned. Huang Wudao is too unscrupulous.

It's just that the Holy Master didn't speak, and it's not easy for them to intervene.

But is it really allowed to run wild?

On the mountain peak, under the sweeping fire snakes all over the sky, the mask became crumbling, and Xing Junyan's tiger's mouth was split open, and blood oozed from between his palms.

Fan Qingxian's pretty face was full of anger, but she had already lost strength and could not move.

"Go away and leave me alone."

she cried.

Xing Junyan shook his head slowly.

He promised Zhao Wushuang that he would never let Fan Qingxian get hurt.

"The struggle of the weak is useless. Let me end all of this today. If you hadn't chosen Zhao Wushuang but followed me, you wouldn't have ended up like this today."

Huang Wudao sneered coldly.

The corner of Xing Junyan's mouth twitched, and a look of disdain appeared in his eyes.

"Just you? Someone who is not worthy of Zhao Wushuang's shoes can only be arrogant in the Holy Land of Yanyao. If you have this kind of ability, why don't you single out the Martial Saint?"

This question made Huang Wudao's expression extremely embarrassing.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was true.

Zhao Wushuang stirred up the situation in the entire Northland with his own power, and killed the saints in every battle, with extraordinary strength, and the opponents he directly faced were figures of the level of the eight holy land sage masters.

And no matter how powerful he is, he can only bow his head in front of the Lord of the Holy Land.

Huang Wudao snorted coldly: "So what? It's more than enough to kill you bastard."

With a flip of his palm, the flames all over the sky condensed into a bloody mouth, covering the entire mountain top, as if it wanted to swallow the entire mountain top.

Xing Junyan's face changed violently. He tried his best to resist, but he was still not Huang Wudao's opponent.

Is the future of Yanyao Holy Land really going to be destroyed in the hands of such a cruel and cold-blooded person?
He closed his eyes, desperate for the coming nightmare.

And just at the very moment, a gentle force poured in gently, surrounding Xing Junyan and Fan Qingxian. Although the flames and blood came fiercely, the two were still safe and sound.

Xing Junyan opened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

The flames that frightened everyone away gradually dissipated, and Huang Wudao carried the knife on his shoulder, his face full of disdain.

The elders who were floating in the air watching the battle also shook their heads.

The results have already come out, Yanyao Holy Land is bound to usher in earth-shaking changes.

Huang Wudao, the first genius in the Holy Land who had already lost power, ascended to the position of Holy Son and became a man of command in the Holy Land.

At this time, many people even missed Zhao Wushuang.

Even though Zhao Wushuang has the blood of the demon clan, and his methods are fierce, he still has his own principles.

Huang Wudao does everything based on his temper, and kills him if he disagrees with him. I'm afraid they can't serve him well.

All sorts of emotions welled up in Brahma Zhansheng's heart, but in order not to destroy the Holy Land, he had no choice but to make a bad move.

Suddenly he seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, passing through the layers of flames that had not dissipated, reaching the top of the mountain.

The flame dissipated, and the figure on the top of the mountain gradually appeared.

But it was not as embarrassing as everyone thought.

Because there was a third person there.

It was a young man in black, handsome, tall and tall, the black robe was windless, and he had a confident smile on his face.

He is the current Invincible Demon God Zhao Wushuang!

Shaking his hands, Zhao Wushuang said lightly:

"Do you only have this strength?"

The pupils of those present, whether they were disciples or elders, shrank in an instant.

Two months ago, Zhao Wushuang, the big devil who had just made a scene in Hokuriku and showed peerless power, returned to the Holy Land of Yanyao!
This is something no one thought of.

Huang Wudao also froze.

He never expected that Zhao Wushuang would dare to return to Beilu, and even came to the sects of the Eight Great Holy Lands!
Then he looked up to the sky and laughed, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

"Zhao Wushuang, it seems that you still don't know the heights of heaven and earth! The Kingdom of God and the Eight Great Sacred Lands regard you as a thorn in their side, yet you dare to come back? You really think you are a great emperor!"

Zhao Wushuang and Xing Junyan exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

He walked over and helped the injured Fan Qingxian. He put his palm lightly on Fan Qingxian's waist, and the pure energy poured into Fan Qingxian's body along the veins to nourish her injury.

Since Zhao Wushuang's appearance, Fan Qingxian's beautiful eyes were full of waves, and he never left Zhao Wushuang for a moment.

"Don't worry, you are still the saint of Yanyao Holy Land, and no one can take your position away."

Zhao Wushuang's calm words contained undoubted arrogance.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked straight at Huang Wudao.

Huang Wudao also noticed it naturally, and couldn't help being furious.

The gravel under his feet trembled slightly, which was the magnetic field generated by mobilizing the source power of heaven and earth. With the violent vibration of the space ripples, his aura also reached its peak.

"Zhao Wushuang, today the new and old grudges are counted together, either you will die or I will kill you!"

Huang Wudao let out a low growl, and raised his sword to the sky, the sky and the earth changed color accordingly. On the top of the mountain, thunder and lightning gathered, dark clouds surged, and a sky eye slowly appeared in the center of the cloud layer, which contained countless violent thunder liquids.

That celestial eye locked firmly on the mountain where Zhao Wushuang was.

The faces of the elders watching the battle from a distance changed.

"No, he's triggering Heavenly Tribulation. This Huang Wudao is really nonsense. Could it be that he wants to destroy the entire Holy Land!"

"Quick, hurry up and stop him!"

Brahma War Saint stopped them.

(End of this chapter)