Strongest Abandoned Son

Or this is not a tricky thing. He has never seen such a mid-time monk. The two horrible fireballs on that day were like two rounds of the sun, and it was unthinkable that the ice fog that he practiced to the third floor dissipated.

"咔咔....."

The purple cicada and the ice soul gun have not completely collided together. The numerous ice thorns around the ice soul gun form a dense ice gill net. These ice gill nets are like someone pulling hands. Covered the past.

Ye Mo’s face was as usual, and there was no panic. His purple eyes also inspired countless knives. These knives were like spirituality, and they wrapped the ice thorns brought by these ice soul guns.

The magic cloud and the knife, this time finally has a place to use.

"咔咔....."

The white thorns and the purple knives are completely mixed together, making a burst of squeaking sounds, some of which are smashed by the knives, and some of which are completely torn.

The purple scorpion and the ice soul gun finally slammed together, and the white spurs and the purple knives were even more messy, screaming around the ‘啪啪’.

A powerful celestial force came, Ye Mo was stirred up and flew up, but Ye Mo did not stop the action in his hand because he was shot. When he retreated, he even sacrificed the sable again.

Magic cloud domain kills the knife.

The fierce purple murderous and the powerful sage and gods of Ye Mo have formed a number of dozens of square door knives. These knives are the two monks who have just retreated to the side of the Chamber of Commerce.

The two monks of the Immortal Immortal have not yet reacted. When Ye Meng District was in the middle of a virtual fairy, why did he and Jin Xian masters have taken the trick, the knife gas has swept over.

"puff……"

Two blood flutters in the air of ice and fog. The two monks in the late period of the immortality did not have time to resist. It was split into four paragraphs. The gods of the two men melted in an instant under the skyfire.

The Jinxian monk apparently saw Ye Moe smashing the rest of the two false immortals, and suddenly his face was sullen, but when he just flew Ye Mo, he was also shot by Ye Mo. To save these two people is simply a dream. At this moment, he is already very clear, even if the other side is the mid-term cultivation of the virtual fairy, his skills will not be half a minute worse than him. Xianyuan is even stronger than him. Just now he almost squirted a blood, and the other party did not have anything at all.

At the same time, the two men fell, and Ye Mo killed his two sorcerers in the last illusion of the cloud. His thoughts are different from the idea of ​​Jin Xian. The Jin Xian thinks that the two are similar, but Ye Mo believes that he can kill the Jinxian monk.

At this moment, the monks who were watching in the distance all sucked in the air, and even Yin Ying and the nursery rhyme couldn't believe it. They couldn't think of Ye Mo's arrogance with Jin Xian.

Even if Jiang Yan guessed that Ye Mo might have killed the Jin Xian who had chased him, it was still shocked by Ye Mo’s attack.

Before Ye Mo, he simply killed a monk who was a perfect man. However, the immortality is also a virtual fairy, and the difference between Jinxian and Jinxian is too great. Hundreds of monks here did not rise up and rebel. Many monks are ready, and some of the fairies are bought out. Of course, because the wind is the Chamber of Commerce is the hegemony of Hei Luzhen, and there is another because there is a Jinxian monk guard.

The difference between the monks of Jinxian and the monks of the immortality is not a matter of level in the district. Even if it is the golden fairy of rubbish, it can kill the immortal. This is the fact that the grade is different.

I also heard some legends, the monks of the Immortals killed the Jinxian, but the legend is legend. After all, even if there is such a monk, it is also the top master in the virtual fairy. Or use the magic weapon, or use other means to win. As in the present, in the middle of a virtual fairy in Yemen District, with a positive battle in the face of a Jinxian early killing, even if you see it with your own eyes, some monks are still amazed or can not believe.

"Ye Danshi's predecessors turned out to be so powerful..." The nursery rhyme said with amazement.

Yin Ying breathed a sigh of relief and said with the same sigh: "I really didn't think that it looks like that gold shirt..."

Having said that, he remembered that Ye Mo said that this matter was not mentioned anymore, and immediately stopped talking.

Ye Mo once again stepped forward and reached for the remaining two rings, then calmly stared at the Jinxian monk in front of him. At the same time, the two-wheeled purple sun was quietly retracted. The Tianyang Jiuyang’s request for knowledge was too high. Now the surrounding ice and fog have been melted by him. There is no need to use Tianyang Jiuyang.

If he is alone against the enemy of the Jinxian monk, even if the fog is a few times more powerful, Ye Mo will not sacrifice the sky and fire. Just when the Jinxian monk sacrificed the cold fog, the wind was protected by the two false immortals of the Chamber of Commerce, and the Yin Ying three people increased their attack.

In order to protect Yin Ying three people, Ye Mo sacrificed the Tianhuo Jiuyang. Now Yin Ying three have already retreated, and he does not need to continue to waste his knowledge.

"Give me to death." The Jinxian monk felt that his golden sect identity was despised by a false scorpion ant. It was a long shout, and the ice soul gun in his hand was fully sacrificed. It seems that he did not tear Ye Mo into pieces. Not willing.

The ice soul gun stabbed in the air, and brought up the rolling ice and white awns. This icy fog is more terrible than the icy fog that just came from overwhelming.

He was waiting for Ye Mo to sacrifice the fire of Jiuyang. He also saw that the two suns that Ye Mo had sacrificed had a high demand for God. As long as Ye Mo pays out the fire of the sky, his ice soul gun can make meritorious deeds.

Ye Mo did not have a half-point to sacrifice the idea of ​​the sky fire Jiuyang, he did not even sacrifice the Eight Great Ding to block the rolling white mans cold. At this time, instead of blocking the white awning, he rushed into the cold and smashed out.

To deal with this kind of Jinxian monk, Ye Mo prefers to come directly. He doesn't like to use the spells and the other side to fight. The spells are sharpened and the softness is not the slightest momentum. How can you directly use the knife? A lot of spells look like smoke and smoke, and the sound is amazing. In fact, in Ye Mo’s opinion, there is no difference between me and the big master who said that I am very powerful.

The real power is not by bluffing, but by real strength, the sacredness of the gods and the gods, and of course the magic weapon is also an extremely important factor. If there is no support for the sage and the gods, even the powerful spells will start to work.

The Jinxian monk saw Ye Mo rushed into his own rolling ice white mans, and his heart suddenly overjoyed. In front of this virtual monk is indeed awesome, but the experience is too bad, his ice soul gun brought up this kind of rolling cold white, even if the Jinxian monk came in and was only killed. A monk in the district also dared to enter his own ice and white mans, this is not to find death.

"boom……"

The sable and the ice soul guns collided again, and what the Jinxian monk was shocked was that Ye Mo did not have anything in his white awning. He can feel that Ye Mo's immortality is not affected by the slightest influence in his icy white mang, and his shot is not half weaker than him, or even slightly stronger.

"You are a refining monk, a god..." The Jinxian monk suddenly horrified, but Ye Mo did not pay attention to him. After the ice spirit in the purple scorpion, he immediately saw a few knives and cut the past.

"God knows the Fa?" The Jinxian monk was shocked and saw that Zi Yan did not continue to fight hard with his Ice Soul gun. He only blocked the killing of the Ice Soul Gun and smashed it again. And his knowledge of the gods began to cramp at this time, it seems that his knowledge will disappear completely in the next moment.

The monk of Jinxian immediately understood that this was a god-attack attack. Once the gods disappeared, or the spirit was damaged, he could only wait to die.

"Ice Soul, give me a blast..." The Jinxian monk no longer cares about anything else, and the ice soul gun in his hand suddenly bursts open.

Countless eye-catching white ice soul gun fragments with shrill screaming sounds, crazy general rushing to Ye Mo, fast and incomparable, even if Ye Mo's purple sable can split the knife can not block so many white ice soul gun fragments .

These pieces of ice soul guns not only have shrill screams, but also a whistling whistle in them, as if they were killed by life.

Ye Mo did not hesitate to sacrifice the eight great tripods. Ye Mo knew that the whistling whistle was the gun spirit, and the gun spirit was forcibly torn by the master. This resentment would be passed on to the opponent who caused the master to tear them.

"Oh..." Countless guns and fragments were hit on Ye Mo's eight great tripods. Ye Mo felt the faint weakness of Xianyuan, even if the soul was shaking.

At this moment, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the thunder sword again. Thousands of thunder arc swords fell, and they were still hit by the thunder arc swords into flying ash.

Seeing his own killer is also easily crushed by Ye Mo ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and Ye Mo's means are also endless, eight great Ding and Lei arc sword, these things have not been taken out before the other party. Who knows how many such things are there in this mid-term monk? This Jinxian monk is already chilling. He is now even attacking the magic weapon. He dares to stay there and he will run away.

They have already been labeled like this, and Ye Mozhen can let the other party escape, and the purple dragonfly will once again pull out, and the magic cloud will kill the knife.

The Jinxian monk felt the strong **** of the domain killing knife. His face suddenly became white, and a real shield was sacrificed. '咔嚓', this shield only blocked the purple time. It became a fragment.

"puff……"

The knife smashed into the flesh and blood, and the half-arm of the Jinxian monk was flying purple. The Jinxian monk had not had time to say the word for mercy, and the purple knives of the purple scorpion were fully motivated. These purple knives of the whirlwind instantly annihilated the Jinxian monk.

A moment later, a pale gold ring appeared in Ye Mo's hand.

(Or three more!) (To be continued.)