The Divine Martial Stars

“How could this be?”

Baiyun is as heavy as a mountain.

A Jianzong Jianchen stood in the clouds, no longer the sacred wind bones before, quite wolf, looking at a sword mark on his body.

Not deep.

But it has bleed.

He couldn't accept it, and he was repaired by two low-lying and rough swords, which hurt the noble fairy.

opposite.

Both the sword episode and the sword idiot have lost their sense of reason, and the eyes are burning with crazy **** blood.

The swords and swords in their hands are also filled with a killing blood color different from the previous swordsmanship.

"A certain kind of remedy that promotes the origin of life?"

Jian Chen looked at this pair of swords.

His eyes finally have a little more respect.

Take the sword as a life.

Sincerely in the sword.

This is also considered a sword fairy.

"Let me use the strongest trick to send you on the road."

Jian Chen swallowed [Frenzy Huang Long Dan].

The arrogant and unrestrained cover of the sword spread out, and the momentum of the swordsman, like the flash floods of the rainy night, quickly soared and accumulated.

It is a kendo power that has never been seen before.

"A sword sect... a sword and a fairy."

The swordsman holds the sword in both hands, and the words are pleasing to the sky.

Behind the 10,000-meter-long giant sword shadow, it appears as a god-opening artifact, almost completely smashing the entire Kun-shaped channel.

The swordsman is not among the leaders of the 36 squad of the Xiandao forces. The strength of the number one is two, and the strongest of the mid-levels of the celestial squad, combined with the power of the violent Huanglongdan, is the strength of the squad. Order.

Jiandie and Jianpi are two people, and they look at each other.

There is a strong sorrowful color in the eyes.

At this level, they can't keep it.

"Jian Haizang sword, big dream for 18,000 years, sword out!"

"With my soul, sacrifice my sword, swaying the evil spirits, a sword and a group of demon."

The taboos of Jian Jianhai broke out in the body of the two.

"Let's be a brother again in the afterlife."

"I am going with my eldest brother, the seventh brother, the light of the world, it is up to you."

Two streamer information flew away from the Kun dialect.

This is the message they want to convey to Li Mu at the last moment of their lives.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Introduction of a sword into a trick, not to bear the name of the sword."

The flesh and spirit burn at the same time.

In the hands of the sword idiot [Chaoyang Xianjian], the sword episode in the hands of [Shao Shang Xian Sword], are all obtained from the hands of Feixian, the second product is a fairy, and the radiance is shining, like the shining **** and the soul are shining.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that there are Wanjian Qiming.

In the sun and the moon, it seems to be roaring in the kendo.

The shape of the sword idiot, as long as it has been cultivated for many years, the spirit, the will and the power, all turned into a blood fog, integrated into the [Chaoyang Xianjian], the fairy sword is red.

[Chaoyang Xianjian] A slight meal, the fairy sword turned into a thousand eight thousand swordsmanship, combined sword array, like an intoxicating sword sea, combined with the universe of stars, piercing the void, swept toward the swordsman .

The shape of the sword epilepsy seems to be the broken eggshell, which is already a void.

His soul, flesh and bones, all turned into energy, injected into the "Shao Shang Xian Jian", between the shocks, turned into a sword like a big day, hidden in the [Chaoyang Xianjian] In the sea of ​​swords, stab to Jianchen.

"Jiandao Xianxian."

The swordsman looks solemn.

Seeing the swordsmanship and swordsmanship, the swordsmanship that was finally motivated by life and soul, his eyes flashed a hint of surprise.

Indigenous people in the lower bounds can also cultivate the kendo to such an extent.

rare.

Not easy.

But Jian Chen’s hands are not merciless, and a sword squats.

The genius of the Kendo that he killed, I don’t know much.

The genius of the Kendo in the fairy world is even more ignorant.

The two lower swords are repaired, and they will kill if they kill.

boom!

诛仙剑影斩下。

Boom!

There are countless swords in the sea of ​​Tibetan swords colliding with them, and they immediately collapse.

Just like the stars of the sky are smashed in an instant, the beautiful picture contains the devastating atmosphere of deadly death.

call out!

A group of chaotic ash, like a blooming tulip, blooms in the void.

Among them, a smear of Jianguang, through the cover of this blast of ash, straighten the swordsman.

It seems to be the first sunrise in the spring sky.

"Ok?"

The sword in the hands of Jian Chen waved and wanted to stop.

but--

call out!

The actual speed of Jianguang suddenly rose several times.

"not good."

The shadow of death came.

At the critical moment, the body's fairy power has reached its limit, and the body shape is not allowed to be on the side.

Hey.

Blood is shining.

The small half of the body of Jianchen’s left shoulder exploded.

The scorpion sword light, shot to the rear of the sky, the final ray is exhausted, turned into the original description of the "Shao Shang Xian Sword", dull and dull, falling down.

Between heaven and earth, there is no sword and sword.

The wind is rising.

The wind whimpered.

It seems that Wan Jian is sorrowful.

The sorrowful autumn, the whole Kun dialect is filled with a kind of sorrow.

Swordson stood above the thin white clouds.

He was furious and his heart was inexplicably killing.

Unexpectedly, the last blow, almost let him be.

When you want to vent your anger, swordsmanship and sword idiots have already vanished, even if it is a slap in the face of torture, it is impossible to do it.

The half body is turned into a **** mud, and such an injury is not too heavy.

Jian Chen took back [Shao Shang Xian Jian] and [Chaoyang Xianjian].

Sitting cross-legged in the void, began to recover from the injury.

Such an injury will take at least an hour to recover.

He was not in a hurry to break the line in the Kun dialect.

Once the eyes were broken, the shield of the Taixuan Academy failed, and others entered the Taixuan Academy. When the plunder was over, if his repair was not restored, it must fall behind.

Anyway, this battle has ended.

Not in a hurry.

And to restore strength first, and then break the eye, is the best choice.

......

......

What are the effects of two [Dream fans] at the same time?

The Tao does not know.

But he knows that he must not let the flowers want to die in the word channel.

Even if it is not for Li Mu.

It is for the inheritance of the Taoist palace.

Therefore, with his palm, he thought that the flowers would fly far away from the earthquake and shocked into a safe place.

At the moment he was in the palm of his hand, he would take the one that he thought of on his body, and got it in his hand.

Without hesitation, the two bottles of [Dream fans] were all poured into the mouth, turned into hot energy, and frantically poured into the body of the Tao.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The road is arrogant.

His body is expanding.

The muscles seemed to be full of air and bulged.

The skin is scarlet like blood, as if it is exploding at any time.

A blue-twisted blood vessel, the bulge bulges, continually squirming, and there seems to be something terrible inside, just like crazy.

An indescribable tyrannical, violent, and ferocious atmosphere permeates the body of the Tao.

The sensible moment is lost from the body of the Tao.

He became a fearful beast who only knows how to kill.

A thick, dark red liquid that flows down from his teeth.

The air is shaking.

The road was like lightning, and rushed out.

boom!

The sixteen emperors were bent like a bow, and their faces were shocked.

The fist of the Tao, bombarded in his abdomen, almost interrupted his body.

The same strength as the sea, bursting out from the fists of the Taoist one after another, so that the body of the fairy of the sixteen emperors is almost unbearable, and one directly reverses the blood and sprays directly from the mouth.

"Damn."

The arrogance and elegance on the face of the sixteen emperors disappeared instantly.

He did not hesitate to swallow his own "Frenzy Huanglongdan" that he thought would never be used.

The power is soaring.

Boom!

One person and one celestial being are in a state of violent state, madly killing each other.

time flies.

The more madness of the Taoist war, the complete abandonment of the defense, the defeat of both defeats, not hesitate to hurt and hurt, want to kill the loss of life and strength of the sixteen emperors.

In the distance, the flowers want to run the power of the body, frantically want to unlock the ban.

help.

This is the only thought in her heart.

Never look at the way the brothers died.

Layer by layer is banned and continuously cut.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The flower wants to accommodate the white jade's forehead, and draws a drop of sweat, the corner of the mouth overflows with blood, and madly urges the innate purple gas in the body.

at last--

"puff."

She squirted a **** arrow.

Finally broke the seal.

It was at this time, in the roar of the roar, the road was broken like a stump body, flying across, like a rag sack, falling to the ground.

Blood, instantly reddened a side of the void.

"Calling..."

The sixteen emperors were like a scorpion, and their heads were scattered, and their armor was broken. They were covered with scratches, scallops, and all kinds of strange injuries. They held their knees with both hands, bent over, and gasped with a big mouth.

He never dreamed that he would be hurt by a bug in the lower bound.

"I want to make you a thousand knives, I want to slay your soul, into the soul of the soul, temper day and night..."

His hate is hard to eliminate.

Raise your hand and grab a white bone pierced into the chest, violently pull it out, and blood splatters.

This white bone is the Taoist with his own ribs, as a weapon, piercing the body of the sixteen princes.

There are five or six such injuries.

The Tao is like a madman and a beast, and the sixteen princes have suffered a big loss.

He pulled out the bones of the body one by one.

Blood flows like a river.

The sixteen emperors stepped forward and walked step by step toward the road.

I want to take the first time to help the Taoist and protect myself behind me.

"Dead, you die together."

The Tao does not put this woman in the heart.

Her cultivation is far worse than the Tao, and she experienced the previous battle. At this time, there is not much power left in the body.

What's more, there is no such kind of explosive medicine, and it is not enough to stop yourself.

The injury on his body recovered quickly.

The sixteen emperors raised their hands, and the fairy tales flowed and shimmered.

This palm is enough to kill the Taoist and the flowers.

but--

Hey!

A shroud emerged without warning, and the flowers were conceived and protected.

The sixteen emperors smashed their eyes.

In his nephew, the figure of the flower is like a female king.

An indescribable and comprehensible force that erupts in this woman's body.