Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Everyone can't believe that the 81-year-old infantry warrior is enough to turn the river down, but Ling Han only sacrifices a sword, but the shape of those warriors trembles as if they are going to collapse.

This is the quality of the crush!

"Eight-order or even nine-order spirit!" someone trembled.

The spirit is not a simple weapon, but on the basis of the seventh-order precious gold casting, and then warmed up by the martial arts will, with the treasure of supreme power! This kind of spiritual power is amazing, even in the hands of the flower garden, there is the power of the infantry.

The piano like Wang Yiyun is definitely a seventh-order instrument, and it can only play 81 heroes at the infant level. Although it is not an entity, it can not lose strength and is not afraid of injury and death.

The higher the level of the spirit, the more difficult it is to refine, because there are so many strong people under the sun, and it is at least a few decades to warm up a spiritual instrument. When the time is long, the martial arts will be wiped out. .

- Unless you form a spirit, you can absorb the energy of the heavens and the earth, keep the martial arts will not die, and die with the body.

Therefore, both of them are showing high-level spirits, which is naturally shocked by everyone. This is the embodiment of a power. Otherwise, if you have a seventh-order eighth-order treasure, you can only create this. The weapon of the level, but there is no power of the spirit.

Wang Yiyun’s face finally showed obvious changes, and the magic sword gave her tremendous pressure to make her less confident.

Isn’t the infantry environment still alive?

Her heart is unwilling, although the genius can reach the peak of the flowering environment, it can indeed defeat some low-level, even middle-level infants, and she is only the second layer of the spirit. But the combat power is up to ten stars, how to see her is the absolute advantage.

Must not be intimidated by the other party.

Wang Yiyun is more anxious. The melody was turned into a golden horse, and the 81-year-old infantry warrior suddenly regained the glory. It seems like a chicken blood, killing the past toward Ling Han.

Ling Han is a faint smile. With his understanding on the kendo, he finally opened a vein of the magic sword, which raised the power of the ten-order spirit.

What is the concept of the ten-order spirit, and it is equivalent to a broken virtual powerhouse under the full force!

He swung his sword and banged, and twenty-nine swords condensed into fake awns and slammed. There was a soldier in the infantry, and the soldier quickly stopped with the war, but this fake man was provoked by the ten-order spirit, and the destructive power was even more terrible than the real man. The soldier even brought weapons. They are all broken together.

A sword has killed a spiritual baby!

hiss!

Everyone is sighing and chilling.

If Ling Han is to go back to the moon, the knives like the knives, then everyone can accept, after all, these guys have stepped into the spirit of the baby, with their fighting power. Nature is sweeping all opponents in the same realm.

The problem is that Ling Han is just a flower garden.

Ling Han does not stop the sword, a sword is one, there is no enemy. With eighty-one swords, the eighty-one fighters were completely cut off. It is said that they are not physical, and naturally there is no point at all. After being completely cut, you can continue to fight after being doubled.

The swordsman that can be inspired by the magic sword is naturally accompanied by the power of the ten-order spirit. Where can I fight back again? Nature is only a part of annihilation.

"Wow!" Wang Yiyun vomited a blood, revealing a faint color in the eyes. She has refining this piano. The mind is connected, and now the 81 soldiers are smashed by the waist. She has also been implicated, and her heart is burning, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

She was unwilling, gently patted the piano, hehe, the piano actually popped a sword.

This sword is very thin, and the blade is like a string. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

Wang Yiyun Yang Jian smashed out, the string-like sword body turned into a silk scorpion, wrapped around the cold, and endless, like a blood-sucking yuan, can be infinitely lifted.

But this sword is not a blood-sucking refining, it is her sword and strength, through a wonderful way to merge together, entangled toward the cold, like opening a Skynet.

"The king's school is perfect, and it is a shadow of the sword!"

"When the ancestors of the Wang family straddle the world, I did not expect that Wang Yiyun actually learned, it is a genius."

"Wang Xianzi, married this kid!"

Everyone exclaimed, more people are drinking for the king Evian, they naturally hope that the fairy can win.

"It's a bit interesting." Ling Han muttered, his right hand swayed, the magic sword swayed out a fierce sword, and easily cut off the surrounding swords, as long as the strength gap is not great, the ten-order spirit naturally has overwhelming Sexual advantage.

Wang Yiyun's figure flies, white fluttering, like a fairy in the moon dancing, but each sword is swaying a fierce sword, with a variety of arcs toward Ling Han, very strange.

Ling Han's operation was thundering for nine days, and his combat power was impatient. He reached the fifteen-star spirit, and the reverse king Evian killed.

Hey, the two swords are constantly on the bang, the swords are flying, and the amazing light is shining, that is, the flowers are not afraid to stare at them, for fear of giving the eyes a hedgehog.

Wang Yiyun was eclipsed. After every bombardment, her body was numb. It seemed to be shocked. It was uncomfortable to vomit blood. Even Yuanli was broken and could not exert her full strength.

Under the confrontation, she is actually not as good as a flower!

It can only be said that the thunder of nine days is too overbearing, and the super genius such as Wang Yiyun is severely constrained.

Ling Han pressed Wang Yiyun to fight, but the effort of dozens of strokes hit the sword in the other hand and flew away.

Wang Yiyun gritted his teeth, unplugged his hair, and threw it into the air. He suddenly had a shining light and quickly zoomed in. He had a long Xu, and a strange boat.

Ling Han brow wrinkled, said: "You have to work hard, hit your ass!"

Wang Yiyun was ashamed and angry. When he was willing to listen, he continued to push the hair, and the tip of the dragon condensed Yuan Li, forming a light group, emitting a terrible momentum, such as destroying the earth.

"Don't obey!" Ling Han's body flashed, he could not be turned into a thunder, but the speed was three times higher, a flash appeared on Wang Yiyun's body, the magic sword crossed, against Wang Yiyun The **** is pumping the past.

"Ah--" Wang Yiyun exclaimed, one side is painful, and the other side is ashamed.

This man actually dared to smoke his ass!

Oh, but she is a contemporary arrogant. Even in such a situation, she is urging her hair to launch an attack toward Ling Han. A speed of light is played, and the destructive power is terrible.

Ling Han took all out of a sword and wiped out the light beam, but he felt that his right hand was a hemp and he could hardly lift it. He couldn't help but be amazed. He had to know how amazing his body was. It was so uncomfortable to take a shot. It was not easy.

Hey, he slammed Wang Yiyun’s ****. (To be continued.)