"Damn!"

Hong Lan's avatar's face was gloomy, and he slapped the gun that came from his chest with a slap.

The blood dragon uncle has been holding back, seeing that Hong Lan's avatar has no defense at all, and shoots directly at the blood dragon gun, and a look of surprise flashes in his eyes.

It's a **** if you don't take advantage of it!

Carefully hidden for so long, isn't it just for now!

Venerable Hong Lan's avatar itself is the avatar of the soul, and what is the power of the soul to the blood dragon?

That is the light of the human man, Brother Wei!

When Venerable Hong Lan's palm hit the blood dragon spear, the blood dragon suddenly rose up, attacked directly, and bitten on Venerable Hong Lan's palm.

"Ah! What's the matter! What is this!"

The blood dragon ate so much, biting it fiercely.

It turned into the size of a loach, and it was extremely sensitive to shuttle in the clone of Hong Lan's palm.

Wherever it passes, there will be a thin trace...

Good guy, in just a few breaths, Uncle Blood Dragon drew a map of the labyrinth on Hong Lan's avatar!

Venerable Hong Lan is going crazy.

This is the power of the soul!

Why did Zi Congyang get hit hard at the beginning? It's not because the power of the soul was weakened by Liu Zhengyang!

Now Venerable Hong Lan is obviously repeating the same mistakes.

The energy fluctuations in the distant sky became stronger and stronger, as if the battle had reached the most critical moment.

And being able to force the Venerable to work hard, it is obviously that Venerable Hong Lan wants to take back his avatar.

But now it's not what he wants to take back!

Since the two sides have been the most ruthless, Liu Zhengyang doesn't mind letting the other side have one less palm!

The background of the Canglan Cave Mansion is indeed behind, and even the palm of his hand is three! So how many more palms are they hiding? These are all questionable issues.

But now, naturally, one less counts as one!

Liu Zhengyang held the sword pill given to him by Venerable Changjian.

Originally, this sword pill was reserved for the Nightingale Demon Emperor, but who would have thought that Nightingale's combat power was too wasteful, Liu Zhengyang would be reluctant to use this sword pill.

Nightingale, who was in a state of soul perception, made a small protest.

It's a pity that, as a servant, his protests could not be fed back to Liu Zhengyang at all. In layman's terms, the current Nightingale Demon Emperor could only be sulking.

Sword pills are very easy to use.

Enter Qi Jin into it to lock the opponent.

And when Liu Zhengyang's Qi Jin droplets entered Jian Wan, Jian Wan suddenly let out a sword cry, and then a giant sword that penetrated the sky and the ground appeared, almost teleporting to the avatar of Hong Lan's palm.

"Shh!"

With one sword down, Hong Lan's avatar instantly turned into two halves.

"Liu Zhengyang, your uncle's!"

The blood dragon flew back into Liu Zhengyang's body with a bloated body, and then yelled.

Fortunately, it was able to hide quickly! If it was slower, it would have been divided into two by the giant sword!

Who is not angry about this?

Liu Zhengyang didn't expect this sword pill to be so powerful, and he was also shocked at the moment.

"This sword pill is so tyrannical?"

"Hehe, it's just Jianwan! After I recast the body, I'll show you the power of the gun spirit! Compared with the gun spirit, this Jianwan is a piece of scum!"

Liu Zhengyang ignored him at all.

The blood dragon is so arrogant that there is no end to it. Except for the exercises, its reference is not very meaningful. If it can be blocked, it is best to block it directly!

Even the ancient practice that everyone admires, the pain level of cultivating is far beyond everyone's imagination!