Laughter penetrates the void and pierces the eardrum. [Ye * child] [Yu * You] The look of that person, this moment is also weird. Twisted, it seems as painful, and it seems that the joy is at the extreme, gloating, and incomparable.

Zong Shou was too lazy to pay attention to it, and his mind was focused, and he was eyeing the sword.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Not only is the sword method wonderful, but full of mystery. The sword is also fierce and erratic, dark and rhyme, and the wonderful is to the point.

Distinct is also the soul of the sword, at least the middle level.

"Unfortunately--"

It is a pity that this sword is not the person, but the Nestle. The mind has been taken by others and triggered by the control of the gods.

Imagine the 90% of this pre-life kendo, but in the end it is not true.

Zong Shou sighed slightly, and my heart was really regrettable.

Such a high-strength sword, I do not know what is going through the experience, was captured by these Shadow Mozu, and destroyed the mind.

So this sword, it should have been tyrannical. It is enough to smash any gods of the same order.

However, at this time, in his eyes, it is really worthless.

What's more, if you talk about the magical mind and the gods, the nine-tailed mysterious fox is the true illusion.

There is such a illusory state here, all the shadows of the magic family, you need to cut the power of 50%!

When the mind moves, the magic mirror is rising again, and the top of the sect is 100 feet.

Like a bright moon, like the water, the bunch of blue brilliance, flying to the sides.

There are also more beams that go to the place where the three gods are now.

Make the unparalleled swords that come. Sure enough, it was a little glimpse. Between the flow of the gas, suddenly it is difficult to smooth. It also makes the extraordinary swordsmanship difficult to maintain.

Not yet in front of you, it has already appeared.

Zong Shouzheng wants to shoot, a sword is broken! Then I narrowed my eyes again and my heart was revived.

Just above, in the dead corner of the blue mirror light. A psionic power. Suddenly broke out and rushed down.

"You can do it, you have already expected it! Jiuwei Xuanhu Yuxi. When it is smashed!"

This time, it was countless shuttles, and the storm hit the mirror.

And after those tiny shuttles. [Ye*zi] [Yu*you] is a figure holding a long stick. When the air is empty, it is violent!

I don't know how many giants of Mishan have broken out between the squares.

This is the monk of the gods, far from the illusion of the mind, more than the sect.

In just one thousandth of a thousand, one hundred thousandth of a blink of an eye, it has reached the illusion.

At this time, around the wind, Tai Chi and other people, more and more faceless.

This is a slightly ridiculous laughter, but also more unscrupulous.

This time, the sect of the sect of the sect. Just now, there are already four people!

Around this boundary river, I don’t know if there are other gods and shadows, ambushing around -

Zong Shou but the lips and corners slanted and provoked, the blood in the eyes flashed again.

- If not, this is bloody. I can't see the hiding places of these people.

Or this time, he really wants to be defeated by these people, destroying this illusion.

All these people’s reactions to him are of course expected.

However, he is not here, but is it not expected?

Everything changed, it is **** in the illusion. Under the photo!

Also in the chest secretly laughing, these shadows, but also really can see him.

Just for him to mirror one person, he used a whole five infinite gods.

It took a lot of effort to ruin the illusion that he was in charge of.

Is it a pleasure to be so valued?

It’s only cheaper for Xiaojin. This time, I’m afraid I can eat and drink enough.

It’s a pity that the quality is a little worse. Compared to the eight-layered death prison, the gods at the top of the level of the gods are really inferior.

Seeing that the long stick shuttle rushed down, Zong Shou did not respond.

However, when the sky shadow hit the blue mirror, the magic mirror only swayed with a wave of ripples. Then it is not waiting for the stick to strike, it will be invisible.

Let the people here, see the situation is a glimpse.

Was this face once in the cloud era of the cloud era, so that the shadow magic family fears like a tiger, Wei can approach the top of the artifact, Xianbao, so easily broken?

Then I saw it again, and the other identical blue mirror was now on the other side, about three idling speeds. []

"Imaginary?"

Everyone in the distance only looks at it, and the reason is known. The eyes are slightly weird.

What kind of illusion is this? Actually, even the shadowless demon of the Shadow Man can be seen.

Then at this time, this mirror is the true body of the magic mirror?

But then I saw that more illusion mirrors appeared in the void.

One to two, two to three, three to ten, and then ten to one hundred, from one hundred to one thousand.

More blue light, scattered in all directions, enveloped the boundary river space, no longer half a corner.

Whether it is psionic fluctuations or changes in air-conditioning, it is generally incomparable. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Let the person holding the stick look like a piece of iron.

Then he did not hesitate and put down the idea of ​​destroying the magic mirror. When the stick is turned, it will turn to the top of Zongshou!

Since it can no longer be distinguished, the face of the Xuanhu family, the true body of the treasure mirror.

Then the Chaozong shoud the people who hold the position, the result is the same!

But when the situation of the encirclement is completed, and the power of the four people is about to be crushed, the four denominations of one of the sub-paragraphs are only a flower in front of them.

The teenager who locked in with God’s mind was also missing.

"The method of instant air!"

Almost the first time, the four waves of supernatural thoughts are like waves, and they are far away.

First of all, with the force of tyrannical force, the entire boundary river, with the void of the surrounding space, is fixed and locked.

Then it is one inch, searching for this space. Do not miss even a little bit of time and space can change.

"Find it!"

Still the person who holds the stick, first of all has the induction.

"Want to escape? Where can I escape before I wait?"

Sneer. The long sticks of the rainbow, squatting to somewhere. He was smashed through the void and shattered all the space within the speed of several fairy tales.

The Zongshou figure has also appeared again. Stepping out of nothingness, looking indifferent, standing in front of the monk in the hands of the giant mountain.

This moment. The big laughter once again spread: "Isn't the monarch not very overbearing before? Say I waited for the death? I don't know the blood sword monster, why do you want to escape? You can see you in person, my tragic death under your sword Child. After today, I must be able to rest in peace -"

Hey?

Zong Shouyiyi, it’s no wonder. It turned out that this madman. There are relatives who died in his hands. No wonder that the words are so crazy and boring.

I don't know which one is, I can't remember it. It’s just too much because of his death.

Shaking his head and stalking his eyes, he was set in front of him, the monk who was holding the giant mountain.

Even if it is suppressed by the illusion, even if there is no demon, it steals the body. Not a perfect fit.

It can still be the spirit of the spirit of the spirit, the arrogance of the sky, the soul of the oppression, so that people can not even look up.

It is also clearly visible, the joy of this person’s eyes. It seems to be right with him. It is already inevitable.

The giant mountain floated up again, and in his hand, there was a purple bonnet. Immediately after the giant mountain, the sky came.

Zong Shou sneered out and held the nameless sword in his hand.

He moved in an instant, and he came here. It is definitely not for escape -

Instant Dragon!

Xuanhuang Dragon!

Ice and dragon!

Dragon of the Storm!

"Hey!"

In the sound of the sword, a dragon shadow is on the sword. It is necessary to return to the first place and gather together the dragon shape.

In the end, it is the dragon of platinum!

Make the dragon-shaped virtual shadow above, the claws are all present, as the illusion is true -

It also made Zong Shou an air machine, suddenly increased to the top, and contracted to the extreme.

Then there was a black flame that burned on the sword.

It’s Lei Li Qian Hua! Only a jump in the flame tip has shattered the nearby law of time and space.

People around, I still don’t know what to do at first, but it’s just that Zong Shou is desperate.

But for a moment, Zong Shou, behind the three incomprehensible gods, are all face-changing.

"The middle part of the soul! This son sword meaning, actually has the soul of the soul of the soul! Hong Kui, this sword you can not -"

The middle-aged monk who is guarding the giant mountain and the purple gold jade cover is also a fascinating color.

The first time, I want to retire.

Then I discovered that I was already locked up by the sword. I feel that he is at the moment, even if it is pushed to thousands of miles.

This sword can still be pursued!

The instantaneous air sword has turned the distance of hundreds of millions of miles into a square inch.

Then, I want to take the body out of this body and give up the body.

However, this thought started, and I saw the tens of thousands of mirrors, all moving together.

All the mirrors are shining on him.

Not to mention that the soul escaped, and even within this body, it is unbearable.

In desperation, I can only force the blood and soul, ready to rely on the two treasures to resist.

At this time, Zong Shou, the eyes are reunited with blood, and a mysterious spiritual pattern is revealed.

"dead!"

A slap in the face, the sword in the hand hits the rainbow. Like a practice, a **** light flashed away.

Jianguang trajectory, no half-point of fireworks, extraordinary and refined. Swords condense and converge on the front line of the sword.

The sound of ‘铿’ was light and unintelligible.

The giant mountain ~lightnovelpub.net~ which was about a thousand feet away was broken from the top!

The countless banned treasures in it have all collapsed.

After the giant mountain, it is the purple gold jade cover.

Just as everyone thought that the sword, it should be slightly blocked.

The **** sword shadow is more accelerated. More sharp, not flashing, not overwhelming, arrogant and overbearing.

It is also the sound of ‘噗嗤’, and this treasure is also broken.

The incision is smooth and seems to be natural.

In the eyes of the "Hong Kui", there was no one at all. Desperately twisting the body, constantly changing the trajectory, flying backwards, trying to break away from this sword.

Under the panic, even the vocal cords could not be manipulated, and the sound was audible. (Welcome to your support is my greatest motivation.)