Stealing The Heavens

Chapter 316 is facing a desperate situation

The woman seems to be thin and tall and has little strength, but in reality the power is so terrible. He Qianqiu was also repaired by the Yuanshen, but the woman slammed out of his chest and broke through his chest with a large piece of blood from his back. He Qianqian’s painful screams, the instinct turned into a prototype, and a large white crane with a wingspan of more than ten feet screamed and screamed, and a mouthful of large blue light sprinkled.

The blue light is like rain, and the blue light is like a light rain in the spring night. But these pattered blue light has a bitter chill, and the edge is comparable to the magic of the next. This is the blue cloud of Xiaqiu's collection of the western sky, which contains the gas of Gengjin. It is a magical power that has been cultivated for a lifetime. The blue light is raining, the rain is like a sword, it is invincible, it is invincible, and its power is terrible.

Originally, the power of Gong Qianqiu’s power was enormous. In addition to these three years, He Qianqiu received the inheritance of Baiyun Xianmen’s secrets. The secret of returning to the Yuan is the orthodox Taoist refining classics, which is best at stabilizing the foundation and cultivating vitality. After three years of hard work, the crane and the demon have already eliminated the small half. The power of this life is even more than three points. When the Qingguang exit, there is naturally a heaven and earth aura attached to the blue light, and the penetration of the blue light is strengthened by the air.

Qingguang is like a spiritual creature, chasing the woman's body shape.

But the woman's movements are too fast, a boxing injury to the crane, not waiting for the crane to vacate, she has already rushed to Xiong Wanling. The palm-knife brought a white rainbow to the body of Xiong Wanling. He only heard a crack in the flesh and bones. The thick waist of Xiong Wanling was smashed into the foot by the woman. Blood and water splashed, and Xiong Wanling was sorely screamed. He is also like He Qianqiu, and can't help but sway into the body of the big subway armor bear. It is a high-heeled head with a height of about ten feet. The whole body is covered with a thick black scale, and the dense black hair is from the gap of the scale. Exploring the old black bear.

The woman in Tsing Yi was caught off guard. Her left hand was still trapped in the body of Xiong Wanling. Xiong Wanling suddenly turned into a prototype, and the muscles suddenly tightened. The woman’s hand was tightly gripped, and the woman’s body was full of five feet. The woman's left hand was embedded in the muscles of Xiong Wanling and hung in the air from the ground. A large piece of blue light spurted out by the crane, and hit the woman's body in a solid manner.

A clear whistling came from the woman's mouth, her eyebrows blew out in a white, cold silver juice flowing down her skin, and her eyes condensed into a thin tight-fitting soft armor. The white soft armor is beautifully shaped, with numerous scallops on the surface, and the top of each bump is a rune with a hint of white light.

The rune style is simple and elegant, revealing the elegant taste of dusting, which is quite different from the familiar ban of ordinary monks. Xiong Wanling and He Qianqiu are the demon kings of Mengshan. They also have relevant knowledge in the memories passed down from generation to generation. As soon as I saw the shining runes, the two suddenly shouted at the same time: "Imperial! This is a fairy!"

The blue light hit the woman, and the white light on the surface of the armor splashed countless flaws. Every blue light hit on the armor, and there was a roar of boring thunder. The woman's body does not move, and the armor does not change at all.

With a sneer of sneer, the woman screamed: "Remember, I am Lin Qiuluo."

The white palm of the left palm was so full, the silvery liquid juice spread rapidly along her palm, and the edge of her palm turned into a strange knife with a thin paper length of three feet and a palm. She was dragging her hands, and Xiong Wanling’s solid and sturdy body was like a tofu under a steel knife. She was torn open with a knife and a big mouth. The muscles, bones, scales and long hairs of the knife were all covered. And the broken piece of blood is like a fountain. Xiong Wanling screamed, and a bear's paw was shot on Lin Qiuluo's body. She flew away from her, and she screamed back with a huge wound that almost smashed his waist.

Fortunately, in the past three years, everyone has mixed up in the Baiyunxianmen. Although it is a foreign disciple who is not happy with Jiang Yun’s ancestors, because of the over-rich relationship between the Wanxianxing products, the welfare of all the disciples of Baiyun Xianmen has increased in the past three years. A hundred times more than that. Therefore, Xiong Wanling also has a good life-saving fairy. He struggled into a human form, one hand grabbed the wound, and one hand crushed a light cyan jade bottle, and took out a pale green medicine like a small sprout.

The elixir has a spirit, so the elixir is shaped into everything in the world. This kind of elixir, which is shaped like seedlings, buds and seeds, is often a kind of spirituality that has great vitality and can save lives in times of crisis. Xiong Wanling’s palm burst into flames, and Xiandan hit the real fire, and immediately turned into a group of pale blue mist wrapped around him. The wound that had been bleeding like a fountain quickly healed. Xiong Wanling took a heavy breath and pointed to Lin Qiluo, who was being beaten, and shouted: "Slaughter her!"

Xiong Wanling’s head suddenly turned into a huge bear head. He opened his mouth and screamed, and spewed a very bright black light from his mouth. In the light group is a small black double-edged tomahawk, and the crescent-shaped axe blade is emitting a strong glare. As soon as he hit the wind, the battle axe quickly became bigger. In the blink of an eye, it became a huge axe with a length of about eight feet. The volley was heavily smashed to Lin Qiuluo.

Was taken by Xiong Wanling, and Lin Qiuluo’s body armor was a treasure of the fairy level. Xiong Wanling’s palm was enough to smash a mountain, but even her bodyguard Baoguang did not move. Seeing the big axe on the top of the head with a screaming whistling sound, Lin Qiu Luo sneered with disdain, his hands simultaneously turned into a snow-colored long knife, and smacked to the void.

The two white rainbows were heavily shackled on the big axe. Xiong Wanling’s ancestral martial art’s tomahawk-class battle axe ‘When’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ Xiong Wanling’s eyes popped out, and he screamed and squirted a blood spring. Lin Qiuluo was also shaken by the huge force carried on the big axe, and squatted back hundreds of feet away. She penetrated dozens of houses and all the way down the forest. Qiu Luo hit the body and the body was immediately shattered into pieces.

Xiong Wanling was staring at the big axe that Baoguang had fallen to the ground, and his heart and lungs trembled.

The demon repair is different from the human monk. Xiong Wanling has a nest of bears and scorpions. Although they occupy a vast area of ​​Mengshan, they are not good at refining, and this big axe is still a magic weapon left by their ancestors. Although it was the national sect of the Great Yan Dynasty, Xiong Wanling and Mo Yan, who is good at refining, did not have any friendship. For more than two thousand years, he did not pull his face and asked Moh to refine a new magic weapon.

The fierce ancestral treasures were destroyed, and Xiong Wanling’s eyes were red.

‘嗷嗷’ screamed, Xiong Wanling’s heavy foot, and the body once again turned into a bear shape. With a wave of his hands, the aura of the snowy city is rolling around and blending into his body. Xiong Wanling yelled at Lin Qiuluo, who was rapidly retreating: "A woman, my ancestors want to live and swallow you!"

Two huge bear's paws waved, '哄哄' two loud bangs, and the two groups of black light on the palm of the bear Wanling flew out of the body, turning into two squares and acres, which were extremely heavy, with a huge hurricane Lin Qiuluo, who was rushing back and forth in the palm of his hand, slammed in the past. This is Xiong Wanling's proud sacred sacred palms, and he tries his best to kill all the creatures within a thousand miles. If you concentrate on attacking a little like this, you will be covered by the palm of your hand. Even the most powerful gold armor of the five demon kings will not dare to resist the attack of Xiong Wanling.

When the palm of the mountain came out, the buildings in the snow-capped city collapsed, and the people in the city were killed and wounded. The monks below the Yuan Ying boundary were provoked by the fluctuations of the two demon forces on the two palm prints, and the bodies exploded into plasma. . Xiong Wanling’s reckless blows almost killed everything in the city.

Lin Qiuluo's eyes suddenly covered with a thick layer of bloodshot, she screamed and screamed in the sky: "Good thief, dare to destroy my roots in the snow city?"

Like a mad tigress, Lin Qiuluo greeted the bear palm of the bear.

In midair, the same crane who just took a treatment of Xiandan was screaming in the sky, his wings swiftly waving, his body spinning like a gyro, with his long buttocks as the core, the crane Qianqiu body swiftly swung, with A gray-white Changhong slammed into the body of Lin Qiuluo.

The crane mouth of He Qianqiu broke out with a dazzling glare. His whole body spirit was concentrated on his crane's mouth, and he also made a full blow like Xiong Wanling. He Qianqian’s body whirls, and the air in the radius of a hundred miles is stirred by his body, turning into countless wind knives sweeping around. The dense wind knife fell over the snowy city. In addition to more than a dozen houses in the snow-capped city, all other buildings were shattered, and all the people in the city were sheltered in the dozens of houses, and everyone else was slashed. Twisted into a thin.

A muffled sound, Lin Qiuluo was concentrated almost simultaneously by the two palms, and the white light emitted by the fairy was suddenly dark. Although the defensive power of the singer is amazing, but Lin Qiuluo is not enough to repair, can not fully play the full power of the sacred armor, at most it is about twice as strong as the defensive power of the top quality magic. Xiong Wanling’s two palms were shot out, and even part of their own life is integrated into it. The power is directly chasing the random blow of the thirty-six-day fairy that has just soared. The power is small.

Lin Qiuluo’s body trembled, and the celestial armion offset the 80% of Xiong Wanling’s power. The remaining 20% ​​of the strength fell on Lin Qiuluo’s body, and her viscera almost blew open. Blood.

The sound of 吱吱吱 吱吱吱 急 急 , , 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤 鹤The white Baoguang on the surface of the celestial smashed suddenly, and the long-nosed scorpion of the crane and the scorpion slammed together. The two screams almost sounded at the same time, and a large **** thorn caused pain in both eyes.

The crane's mouth was blasted, and he became a bald-headed crane with no mouth. He fell into a semi-conscious state and flew out.

Lin Qiuluo once again squirted a blood arrow, and stunned a few spinners on the ground, sitting on the ground and moving. Her genius was intact, and the strike of He Qianqiu did not cause substantial harm to the sac, but Lin Qiuluo’s internal organs were again strongly shocked and almost not killed.

Yan Qijun, who was firmly protected by the entourage, jumped up and jumped. He pointed to Lin Qiuluo and shouted: "Kill her! Fast!"

Lin Qiuluo has a fairy armor, the origin is obviously extraordinary, not taking the opportunity to kill her, God knows she has any killer to suppress the bottom of the box?

Dozens of accompanying Yuan Ying escorts also shot Jianguang, and they rushed to Lin Qiuluo.

However, suddenly there was a huge amount of sensation on the top of the head, but the twelve figures swooped down from the sky.

Twelve monks in the realm of the Yuanshen, like a group of evil dragons, roared and killed from high altitude.

"Bold thief, dare to hurt the teacher?"