Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Ling Han show Yan Yixiao, said: "It seems that this time you still only drink and hate!"

His eyes also showed murderousness, and Jia Ming repeatedly provocatively, so that he also moved to kill, as long as he can kill, he will never be soft.

Jia Ming snorted and knew that the suppression of the big realm was not to kill the cold. He groaned, and there was a strange sound in his throat. He jumped into the blue veins and seemed to have something terrible to be drilled from his body. of.

Ling Han did not dare to take a nap. The opponent’s combat power was recognized by Wu Daoshi, overwhelming the eternal arrogance and ranking fifty. Although this is not his ultimate strength, he still can't care.

If you look down on any of the arrogances, it is very likely to plant hatred for yourself.

"Magic snake four styles!" Jia Ming screamed and smacked toward the cold, punched out and hit the cold belly.

Ling Han began to seal the frame, hey, he cut a palm on the other's wrist, but the other's wrist is like a flour group, actually hit a round, and hit his chest, the sharp blade in his hand Cold light.

Ling Han was amazed, is this guy a cartilage head? How can you deform your hands?

This is not only the realization of the soft side, but a certain secret method.

Like a snake, right, it is a snake bone!

Ling Han’s body slammed back and smashed the scimitar’s swing. Such an action is almost impossible for an ordinary Yuanliwu to do, and only physical training can make the body react so quickly.

Moreover, Ling Han is more like being cut off by a knife, and the degree of bending of the upper body is even more ridiculous.

Jia Ming was a fist, and this time his arm was turned into a big snake. The snake's head was open and biting into the cold. The black snake head is vivid and the fangs are clearly visible.

This punch is really too fast. It’s so fast that Ling Han is too late to dodge. Hey, this punch will suddenly wear through the cold.

"Well?" Jia Ming frowned, and he did not hit Ling Han.

Zi, Ling Han made a glimpse of thunder and flashed out of the three feet, he re-apparized, and smiled: "I almost got caught! Yes, this trick is good, a trick set. There are some standards."

After nine days of thunder, he has already repaired Xiaocheng, and the speed is of course faster.

"Hey, there are some standards, killing you more than enough!" Jia Ming raised his combat power and went to Ling Han.

He is indeed tyrannical, the genius of Dilongzong, the name of Wudaoshi, and a higher realm than Linghan. Whether it is strength or combat power, he has the upper hand. If the non-cold resilience is strong, and there are still nine days to avoid the damage, it must have been seriously injured by the other side.

Even so, Ling Han is becoming more and more passive. Only one or two strokes can be made in the ten strokes.

"Today is your death!" Jia Ming shouted, he wants to smother the cold.

"It’s better to say than to sing." Ling Han said calmly, he is only testing how far his body's defense can be achieved. It is also not his complete manifestation of power.

"This sentence, I will write on your tombstone. Let the world know that there is such an arrogant idiot, and it will be hard to die when you die!" Jia Ming laughed. The scimitar glows, and the cold mans ****.

This is terrible, and it can pose a great threat to Ling Han's defense. After all, it is a high-level spirit, and with Jia Ming's stronger power, even the eight-order gold can be torn open.

Ling Han was no longer passively beaten. He took out the sword of cherishing, and held it in his hand. He pointed to Jia Ming and said, "Look at my sword!"

Jia Ming looked at the sword and couldn’t help but reveal the color of his movement. He blurted out: "The formation!"

This is obviously a sword, but it is full of lines, strange, too weird, beyond his imagination.

"You can die under this sword, you can have no regrets!" Ling Hanjian sword killed, no sword in hand before, he can not maximize the power of swordsman, but now different, cherished Jianguang is material There are some **** irons, plus the suffocation formed by the formations, the swordsmanship is more natural and destructive.

Brush, swordsmanship, if you can destroy the earth, it is extremely horrible.

"Hey, I am a god, I am afraid that you will not be!" Jia Ming cold, his fists swayed, turned into a sigh of gas, condensed into a black snake, biting away toward Ling Han.

Hey, cherish the pattern on the sword, only the seven lanes, but that's it, it's terrible, and the big snakes are twisted into pieces.

Jia Ming's face is blue, he knows that this sword is very powerful, but he did not expect to reach this level, the destructive power can only be described by the word horror.

How can there be such a treasure?

Ling Han waved more than just a peerless weapon, but also led a battle, a peerless killing, how to break it.

Jia Ming screamed, and finally launched the ultimate move, the virtual shadow of the snake behind him disappeared and became a real earth dragon. This kind of behavior made him very painful, his face covered with blue blood vessels, as if to burst.

After he screamed, the dragon shadow behind him finally stabilized, giving off the ancient scent.

When the heavens and the earth opened, a dragon was drilled out of the gap between the heavens and the earth, ancient and mysterious.

The dragon is holding his head up. It has no facial features. There is only one mouthpart, and the whole body is dark red. You can see the obvious limbs, as if you can slip the greasy body fluid, giving people a feeling of disgusting feeling.

"Dead!" Jia Ming pointed to Ling Han, and the dragon immediately rushed toward Ling Han.

Fast!

This is not an entity, nor can it be measured by common sense. It instantly came to Ling Han and bite it bit by bit. But because it is not an entity, it is naturally impossible to cause substantial harm. The whole body rushes through like a shadow.

Jia Ming is laughing, said: "Ling Han, you are already dead!"

His face was a little pale, but with a smile.

This is his real card, which motivates the blood, even because his blood is not so strong, so he is very hard to use such a big move, and it will cause a certain counterattack.

But it doesn't matter, although this dragon is a virtual shadow, it is impossible to cause damage to the entity, but it is a special injury!

The soul of Ling Han should be swallowed up by the Earth Dragon. Even if it has not disappeared, there is only one trace left at the moment. How much strength can you fight?

He shouted and killed the past with Ling Han. Now, he must completely kill Ling Han.

Under the outbreak of brute force, he rushed out like an angry man, and instantly smashed into the front of Ling Han, the scimitar in his hand smashed toward Ling Han's neck. The body is just made up of the exercises, but the soft side needs to be manipulated.

Is it OK to be in the cold state?

Let's die!

There was a sneer in his mouth, and he could finally kill this ill. (To be continued.)