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"So secret brother, can I be humiliated twice by the sect of the sect?

Luo Ming sneered, and at this time, beside him, he said that he was the only one of his brothers, Miranda.

The latter heard it, it was a breath, then another shaking his head.

"I always feel that person, I am afraid it is not so easy to start. The younger brother has a selfish heart, careful not to swallow him, but collapsed his teeth -"

"The three holy places are together, and there are at least five large spiritual houses in the family. I don't believe that he can turn the sky!"

A cold, Luo Ming's face, with a few cold colors.

"If it is not the place where the Dragon Temple is passed down, I will have a mana and I can't use 20%. Then I want him to be a body! What is the dragon shadow?"

The small island in front has arrived and flew over the city. At that time, the Mithra, there is no more words.

Luo Ming sneered, and did not do anything, it was a magical interest.

But this moment, Luo Ming is a policeman. The people around them are also looking around.

I saw hundreds of gold needles, all of which appeared. A red flame is formed in all directions.

"ambush?"

Luo Ming stunned his eyebrows and subconsciously released his own altar. Full of brains are doubts, who is this, dare to ambush their Yuanshi Mozong?

The right way?

The spiritual tide is imminent, and at this time, the people are not too late. At this time, it is not worth the candle.

This thought began, and I saw countless thunders, and suddenly it was generated. In one place with the blazing red flame, when it turns, it turns into pure black and bursts open.

In the air, the tens of yuan of the original demon sects, all look dignified, has already begun to prepare.

But when the black flame, like a tidal wave, filled the sky in a blink of an eye. But no matter how the spiritual protection is still suffocating, and it is still sorrowful, it can’t stop it and it is directly burned.

The sound of dozens of tragic sounds rang.

In addition, there are countless thunders, and between those silver needles, they are constantly beating and shining.

Only familiar, but full of four seven-level repairers, turned into fly ash on the spot.

Luo Ming only feels that the blood is in his heart. This is the true elite who went to the Dragon Hall to choose from the Zongmen!

Only at this time, he is extremely difficult to care for himself. By the power of the altar, the body is not immersed in the black flame.

Surrounded by two law-protection methods, the strength of the eight-level Wu Zun, is also close to the altar, was spared, the spirit of the decision, recruited two different images of the nine-order soul beast. Luo Ming’s spiritual sense is the induction of the power, to find out the origin of this black flame.

After the shackles, I will see through the sorrows, "Several beasts! Like the dragon, give me out!"

Together with the voice, a huge beast is soaring out of the sacred bag.

It is like a dragon shape, but also a strong cross. But the body is three times the size of the ordinary nine-order real dragon!

The Mithras also rushed out of the black flame, followed by it.

The red light flashed around the body, and it was facing downwards, at the foot of a mountain peak, and rushed away.

At this time, at the bottom of the earth, Zong Shou also stopped the magical power of the flame of burning. In the mouth, a real word was read, and the two scorpions were turned into silver-paper people.

The Yuan Soul also came out of the way and sneaked into the left side of a paper man. Then he clung to the autumn sword, two figures, together with seven points of white light, rushed out from the ground.

When Fang Yi came out of the ground, Zong Shou Jianguang condensed himself, driving the paper man and rushing directly toward the elephant dragon.

I saw that there was a huge cold in the mouth of the dragon. Within a thousand feet, almost everything freezes immediately and spreads farther.

The giant dragon claws of the forelimbs were also snapped.

Zong Shou sneered, and his figure flickered, and he escaped the giant claw effortlessly.

But he did not avoid the cold, and he was mad at the flames.

- Yan Long Hao Jian, flame!

- Fengyun Dragon Sword, wind!

- Thunder Dragon Sword, Ray!

Three kinds of true dragon swords, instantaneously superimposed. Zong Shoujian pointed a little flame and turned black.

With the help of the ninth-order crepe paper, the tens of millions of giant forces have made the swordsman more dazzling.

The red-colored sword light of 999 feet is only swayed and smashed.

In the dragon's eye, the color of fear is revealed immediately. Zong Shou is a look of indifference, Jianguang flashed, slammed into the head like a skull.

Destroyed and ruined, the ninth-order top-level beast was completely smashed, "Zong Shou! Is it you?"

Na Luoming saw that he was stunned, and he did not want to, but he dropped a black iron token and left the altar.

In the middle of the air, it suddenly turned into a black thunder, and the silver-clad paper man who leaned over Zongshou hit it down.

This electric light flashed, and even the Mithra was a scorpion.

Zong Shou whispered a sigh, without hesitation, directly removed the body of the soul, transformed his body, and went to another paper person.

And just as he had just changed his body, the silver-skinned paper man who was only the one who was savvy was suddenly smashed by the black thunder!

Zong Shou is not even blinking on his eyes, Jianguang flashes again, and the Mondo, slamming!

Hey!

A sword screamed, and the two flew at the touch. In the silver armor paper, he was just hit by the dragon and quit a few feet. Zong Shouyuan soul, but out of the body. With the soul of the sword, toward the Miranda, once again chasing away.

The latter is obviously out of reach, and it is hard to resist. There was a hundred blows in the duo, and a sword hit in the air.

However, after the three interest, the sword of Zong Shou finally broke into the light of the heavy sword. Divide the head of this Michol directly into two.

It was also here, the second black light, and it was shot from the altar.

Zong Shou smashed his eyebrows, and finally he thought of it. From his own Qiankun bag, he has successively recruited several eight-order spirits. One by one, it is also immediately crushed, turned into fly ash!

At this time, this piece of cloud air is already in a state of war.

Fortunately, more than a dozen Yuan Mozong practitioners who escaped from the black flames died in the hands of the holy fire silver ants. Two of them were smashed by weak water and smashed by a sword.

At this time, the remaining Yuanshi Mozong disciples have already entered the altar.

And Luo Ming is a roar of both eyes, looking at Zong Shou, there is actually a black token in his hand.

Zong Shouxin’s policeman looked at the person’s hand and said that it was a robbery.

But don't care, the hand is far away. His flesh flew out from the ground and merged with the soul of the soul.

Then I stepped forward and went to the altar. The rest of the silver-clad paper man was behind him.

"This robbery, I am afraid that it is the last one? Do you want to break your own self, or wait for me to start? If it is self-discipline, I can wait for a reincarnation!"

This statement fell, and the remnants of the Yuan Mozong remnants were all different. Most of them are angry and angry, but they also have heart.

Na Luoming’s temperament is trembled, not angry and laughing: “Is it yours, do you think you are winning? Dare to be the enemy of the Yuan Dynasty, and your stalker is so good?”

However, seeing Zong Shou’s feelings indifferent, faintly looking over, no response. But I don't know how, Luo Ming has a slight palpitations, only to feel weak.

I only feel that the teenager in front of me is as mountainous as Yue, and it is difficult to shake. In the past, it was ridiculous to say the words that won the battle.

The mind only flashed, and Luo Ming did not hesitate to throw the token in his hand.

This time it was not a gathering, but a myriad of black thunder, filling the sky.

A few nine-order soul beasts, also from the altar, slammed out. He himself, but slammed into the air, turned into a ray of light, and flew away in the distance.

Zong Shou snorted and slammed a sword, and above the tip of the sword, a black dot was hidden.

But the entire sky, the moment of darkness, is shrouded in shady.

The shadows are everywhere, not just the black thunder in front of you, along with the altar and the soul beast. And a few of the above eight-order repairers, were actually swallowed by this sword and then white mans, broken autumn sword, and spit out the vast white mans!

At this time, the sky finally had a voice. Luo Ming figure, only escaped hundreds of feet, was drowned by this white light. Then there is a "bang"! It was fried into a powder, and all the blood and water vapors were evaporated and turned into sand.

Zong Shou also took a shot and sucked a Qiankun bag on the edge of the broken edge into his hand.

Only then did he control the power, and finally did not destroy this Qiang Kun bag. With a spiritual thought, this thing is really inside.

Then there was a glimpse of it, only a pure and incomparable, not inferior to the pure essence of Zhao Weiran's tires, and slammed back from his sword.

The enthusiasm of the rushing into the veins, and the inner part of the veins, as well as the soul sea, grew a lot in an instant.

Zong Shouyi, what is going on?

This pure purity is far better than before, swallowing the temptation of Tianyuan. There is no need to purify at all, and purity is stronger than his own inner strength.

Is this also the magical power of the black and white two-hole method?

Why can you not kill the ninth-order beast before you kill yourself?

Is it because of the power in his body that he has turned into a yin and yang? It is also the martial arts spiritual law, both of which reach the cause of the ninth order.

When he was puzzled, he was interrupted by Ye Feishuang, who was flying behind the imperial device.

"You actually still won? The two swords just now, what the **** is going on? Actually, even the ninth order, can't resist -"

The eyes are full of surprises, she guessed that Zong Shou may win ~lightnovelpub.net~ but did not expect that Zong Shou will win so cleanly, except for a smashing charm, the loss is almost nothing.

Especially when the two swords were thrown out, Ye Feishuang could even feel his blood, in fear, in surrender!

Zong Shou did not answer, but squinted and looked at the west.

There seem to be two people there, one of them, and the breath is as high as nine. Whether it is malicious or not, Zong Shou does not know, but one of them is his acquaintance and his subordinates.

I am hesitating, whether to kill people. Zong Shou Ling Jue, but once again a warning.

"It's a surprise! A talkative autumn that can compete with the utmost will make you look forward to it. If you just return to the cloud, you will meet a swordman like you-"

Zong Shou suddenly turned back, only to see a sudden, and walked out of a figure. Up and down, the look is arrogant, and the scorpion is full of madness and eagerness to try.

Zong Shoumei picked up his face and then resumed his blandness.

"Sword madness is not hurt?"