A Paragon of Wuhun

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The feeling of sudden power, the candle, the nine-star star, and also affect his own emotions.

Chen Feng has never been so excited, when you are full!

But at the same time, it is a very strong desire and vulnerability!

The power of the stars, the strength of the stars, actually swolding empty space!

But if there is no big amount of stars to assist, the remaining star soul fragment will be difficult to completely absorb by Chen Feng's star soul.

At this moment, the residual soul of the sword of the Qingqiu sword will reach a finger.

Next moment, there is a light from his fingertips.

Source continuous stars have been in the body of Chen Feng!

The power of this star is like a clear spring flow, and the thirst candle is injecting the soul of Chunlin!

Chen Feng Zhou looked up.

Ying Ying's rays seem to be pulled from behind the stars and slowly surrounded by Chen Feng.

Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked at himself, and he was in his eyes.

With the breath of the candle nine yin, the breath of his body has also changed the change in the naked eye!

I saw the two huge soil yellow apertures like a meteorite belt. I don't know when I appeared, and lingering him in the middle.

Along with changes, there is a stars!

The universe floods, the heavens and earth are Xuan Huang!

The previous candle is nine-yin, the nine products, is quite powerful.

At this moment, Chen Feng's heart rose a thought - from now on, his candle is nine- star soul, has already improved to the wasteland!

Surprising from the nine products from the quarter!

This is not just a thought, at the same time, a mysterious power has quietly appeared.

It seems to wear the soul, and you will sneak into Chen Feng's meridians and penetrate into his star chart.

Under the exploration,

It seems to have the most old mystery!

It spans the ancient times, quietly exploring a head, making it difficult to capture the exact, but it is clearly clear.

"Is the strength of the candle and nine yin in recovery?"

Chen Feng smashed the eyebrows. For the pleasant gods, the candle, the soul of the candle, and the heart.

I don't wait for him to think about everything, constantly replenish the power of the stars, suddenly stopped!

Everything is abrupt!

Chen Feng suddenly went back to God, and he looked at the soul of Qingqiu Sword God in front of him.

Sure enough, at this moment, the soul of the Qingqian, the soul of the soul, once again returned to a look of the old man.

The old man's finger has been hanging, and it seems that the wind is blown.

The gully on the face seems to see more.

The whole person is more embarrassed than before!

His body is almost transparent.

Obviously, as a residual soul, the old man at this moment has arrived in the oil light.

Chen Feng's heart couldn't help but sink.

Although I have been misunderstood, now, the old man is also changed to the sword of the Qingqiu Tianjian to the knife soul, give him, he also helps him enhance the star soul!

So, you will be great!

I am afraid that this is the soul of the Qingqiu Sword God, will also completely dissipate.

Since then, there is no Qingqiu sword god!

"senior!"

Chen Feng looked up, and the eyes of the old man.

However, the old man seems to be particularly calm.

His face is with endless regrets, but the corner of his mouth is a little smiling, it seems to be a lifetime, but also satisfied.

"Don't worry, I have already died."

"My last demon soul, if you can protect the Qingqiu Fox, it is also a dead."

The old people vicissitudes seem to be crossing time and space, hitting the hearts of Chen Feng.

Although it is, I want to do something again!

The old, the old man is turbid, and once again shoots the last light.

As a light back to the light.

He firmly stared at Chen Feng, like his last strength, shouted.

"You have to remember, revenge for me, kill the red eagle! Take my inheritance back to the Qingqiu Tianhu family!"

Chen Feng is just a head, but he does not send, and the face is solemn.

Suddenly, his face was moved slightly, and he saw something special.

Next moment, look at the eyes of the old people who are going to dissipate, suddenly shoot a weak light.

I don't wait for him, or what I want.

The body has made some moves first!

!

Along with a sound, Chen Feng suddenly disappeared in the golden spiritual world!

The surrounding line is suddenly changed by Chanjin!

However, the endless breath came in the same, it is also the reason for the movement of Chen Fengxin!

He is still not coming to determine where he is currently, but his side, at this moment, it is scattered a mysterious metal!

These mysterious metals, most of which are rusty, some even penetrate before and after!

However, after erase some rusty, it can be seen from it, and the silver blue cold light is flushed.

Strong killing breath, spontaneously released from it!

That is only a soldier who has a number of strong people.

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The blade will be contaminated with this unsuccessful killing.

This is the breath of all peerless weapons.

Unable to replace any other way!

Moreover, these mysterious metals are just three hundred and sixty!

Corresponding to the three hundred and sixty mountains of the Qingqiu Tianjian!

I only take a look, Chen Feng knows that it is the original sword of Qingqiu Tianjian!

After separated by the red ethnic ancestors, these broken swords have already been rescressed out of the new Qingqian Sword.

But after all, it is the old priest!

The ethos of the Qingqiu Sword God is pinned in this sword, and I don't know how many years.

For him, maybe have had a certain connection with this sword?

time is limited!

Chen Feng is not too much to think, directly reach out to the fragmentation of that place!

boom!

In hand, suddenly there is a soul of Qingqiu!

Under the breath of the soul of the Qingqiu soul, three hundred and sixty pieces of silver-blue cold metal, rapidly trembled!

Subsequently, it was four sides, and it was close to Chen Feng's direction.

Light and shadow, breath tremor.

In a short while, the three hundred and sixty pieces of abandoned Qingqian swords, actually as Chen Feng, was refined!

However, renewling on a piece of fragments, the composition is no longer the past, the Qingqiu Tianjian model.

Three hundred and sixty scrap iron, eventually fused together, forming a waste-free broken knife!

This is only a big broken knife, not only without the gesture of the Qingqian Jian, but even some wolves!

Rustlessness is not said, there are some places, it seems like being corroded by the years, rusting some holes in size.

It is among the broken bars, holding in Chen Feng's hands, still let him feel extremely powerful! ()

Dear, this chapter has finished, I wish you a happy reading! ^ 0 ^