One thousand and five five nameless refining god?

"Good life is overbearing!"

Zong Shou was slightly lost, and looked at the sky above the mouth that was shining in the square, and the sacred sword of the sky.

I am arrogantly swaying my sword and controlling my God. It seems that the sword is supreme. Only in the sky!

The remaining six are surrounded by stars, each according to one party. Constantly following a trajectory of mystery, the arch is on the side.

When the mighty swords were continuously pressed, the eight sacred sacred ones in the thirty-three days were obviously struggling.

According to the supreme yuan of the twenty-nine heavens, this moment has fallen by one layer. It’s twenty-eight days!

More swords, but in the overflow of all directions.

Constantly, there are Taoist monks and tribes who have been blown into pieces. Some self-recognized repairs are lower and can't resist, and they are afraid to stay longer. They have withdrawn from the dilemma from the only remaining part of the void.

When the seven swords came out, it seemed that they had already arrived.

If the Taishi Mojun is not there, this battle seems to be over today.

At the moment, around Jiantai, there are more than 3,000 Chongsheng monks in the Jiugong Swords of the Yuanhai. Even if the temperament is the most calm, it is also refreshing.

"Where is the power of the heavens and the earth, this is the sacred sword array left by the ancestors?"

“It’s almost like a day of robbing—”

"Sure enough, I am the instrument of the town of Zongsheng!"

"Just dare to expel these people before the Taishi Mojun, and seriously hurt one or two of them. Then this battle can be reached!"

"Hey! So Jianwei, even if that is too late, how about?"

Zongshou’s mood was complicated, and he apologized, looking at the unknown sword in his hand.

I don’t know if this sword is really the spirit of the sword.

If the battle is deadlocked, or if the sinister situation is sinister, he will not hesitate to try again.

It can be seen now, but it seems to be somewhat inappropriate.

It is also impossible to determine, since he is in his hands, it is the spirit of the sword. Why can't I pull the blade before a few days?

The sword in the sky is swaying, and the rain of the rain is also falling.

At this point in the battle, in addition to the cloud world, the 70,000 people of the Xuan Longshi. Destroyed nearly 20,000 people. There are no large-scale deaths and injuries in the monks of the Cangsheng Road within the dilemma.

In the past, due to the maintenance of the Wanxian Dazheng, many Xianxiu real yuan almost consumed. However, at this time, the recovery of the real yuan by the rain of rain, almost gradually reached a state of full prosperity.

The look of the people is all restored. However, they dare not relax a little, but they are more focused and do their best.

Knowing that this moment is a long night dream, the sooner the three sects are repaired, and even the eight sacred sacred priests are expelled from the embarrassing situation, the more preventable the occurrence of variables.

The water wave on the side is also the same. Almost all the minds are invested in the Jiugongjian array and the thirty-three days.

Only one step away, Cangsheng Road can safely retreat!

Zong Shou is also full of God, and the swords are changed. The slayer killed the sword, in his hands, and rushed to the extreme,

Only those monks who entered the battle will be driven away. He can direct most of the power in the sword array to the people in the air.

For the sacred sage, it may not be worth a trip. However, at this moment, even if you add more straw, it is possible to establish a battle.

Among the sword arrays, only the first snow, now hidden the meaning of uneasiness, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "It seems that something is wrong -"

Zong Shouyi, I wonder if even Xue, I am not optimistic?

This **** is in the form of warfare, and the spirit is sharp. After reaching a certain level, you can even predict the fierce.

Speaking of it, his nameless sword is also in the same moment.

In addition to the fake sword in the air, it is extremely uncomfortable. It is even more anxious, and it is an urgent need to wait.

"Sword. Lord, Lord, Emperor, Emperor, Heaven, Heaven, Emperor, Persistence, Persistence, Thirty-three, 斩, 斩, 斩, 斩-"

Constantly urging, the meaning of the characters is also more clear.

In the air, I saw the two people who had previously confronted the Jianfeng, and they looked indifferent. It seemed that they didn’t think it was normal.

In the eyes of Yuanjiang, it is even more obscure.

Parallel to the 32nd floor position, it is still calm and unrelenting.

That is too yellow, this time is a smile.

"I have to give my brother's advice. I am also here for thirty-three days, and the other day is the law of the other day."

In his hand, a ten-foot-long dove appeared, and the sky was swaying, wrapped in too yellow to fly into the air.

The same layer of the sky appears, parallel to the thirty-one layer.

Shenbao?

Zong Shou looked very dignified, he had never seen the treasure of the gods. However, when he first saw this, he knew that this would be a treasure.

In the general sense of the monks, the gods are deriving the rules of the avenue to the extreme.

In the hands of the monks in the world, the power is far greater than that of the monks who are mastered by the Holy Land.

The latter, with the help of Shenbao, can directly upgrade the level that is comparable to the monks who are at the same time.

In the hands of the enemy, they can at most improve the combat power of three or five layers, and master more of an extreme law.

Unless it is the magical power in this treasure, it coincides with its own path and can interact.

At this time, the Taoist in the hands of the Tai Huang Daojun is just like this!

It was actually the end of the border crossing in one fell swoop, to the 31st floor, another day!

Although it was not completely resisted, the seven swords in the sky, but also stabilized the situation, did not continue to deteriorate.

On the contrary, it was the seven swords in the air, which made Zong Shou’s heart sink slightly.

I finally know why the Yuanjiang and Zhuzi people are so contemptuous.

The seven swords and the wall, still in the endless stream, ignited the power of the day.

But even after the three monks in the dilemma, or forced to go, or killed, most of the cleaning. Still can't be one. Most of the swords are scattered with no purpose.

The sword is strong, but most of it is used in the empty space.

At this time, not only the many monks within the clan, but also the gaps in the territory, the face has once again recovered.

The supreme demon Li Bie Xue smiled coldly: "This is the Seven Swords of the Cang? It is just that!"

That Qing Xuan shook his head and sighed: "It’s a pity to say it before! With this fake sword, Er Cangsheng is self-destructing the Great Wall. The danger of the fake sword is still so, and I want to see more and more, the real seven swords. It’s a pity that I’m afraid I can’t see it. Xiu Guan, this is God’s blessing you—”

Xiu Guan’s face is unchanged, and his eyes are like awkwardness: “Although it’s a fake sword, it’s enough to reject the enemy!”

"Is it?"

The sound suddenly sounded, and the next one was stunned, and I heard a shocking sound.

The dome above the embarrassing situation seems to have been smashed by people. There is a whole space that collapses and smashes.

Then the next figure, he walked in with a black unicorn. (To be continued)

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