Chaotic Sword God

The poisonous swordsman who controls the body of the Bidao is in the hands of a group of black clothes, and the body of the Bidao is also wearing a black robes, so there is no such thing as causing the attention of several people in the sword dust. Only attracted the attention of several people in Jian Chen.

The eyes of Jian Chen and Rui Jin were simultaneously projected on the venerated Sword. The expression of Ruijin did not change at all. It was still as dull as the previous one, but the pupil of Jian Chen was suddenly shrunk, staring at the poison sword. , the expression changes rapidly,

Although he has not seen it for many years, Jian Chen still recognizes the identity of Bidao. Biqi is his mother’s brother and his relatives. He will not forget it anyway. It is a few of Jian Chen’s few. One of your loved ones,

"Oh." Jian Chen exclaimed, and immediately flew toward the poison sword sage who controlled the body of the Bidao.

Listening to the sound of Jian Chen, Rui Jin and Hong Lian showed a strange look on their faces, and they flew behind Jian Chen.

The sound of the sound of the sword dust was naturally heard by the venerated sword sage. This suddenly made the poison sword sacred look awkward, and some of the two monks couldn’t figure it out.

"Xiangtian, turned out to be Xiangtian, he turned out to be Xiangtian..." The soul of Bidao began to fluctuate drastically, very calm.

"Xiangtian, what Xiangtian, Bidao rabbit scorpion, do you know this group of people." The poison sword sages have a heart, has produced a bad hunch,

At this time, the mysterious power of the poison sword sages who felt bound to him disappeared, and he regained his freedom, but he did not dare to escape. In the face of such a strong, any resistance and escape were futile.

"He is my relative, the poisonous sword sage, this time I see how you put me to death." Bidao said with a grin, began to struggle fiercely, wanting to regain control of the body,

"What, your relatives." The poisonous sword sorcerer was shocked, trying to suppress the soul of Bidao, but the heart turned up the storm.

"This is absolutely impossible. You will never be older than your relatives, and your age is less than 100 years old. How can you have such a powerful relative, a big knife and a rabbit? You are based on it. The seat is so good to be a three-year-old child." The poison sword sages questioned loudly, but it was lacking in strength. The shouting of the screaming voice was already the best proof.

Jian Chen has come to the side of the poison sword, and looks at the poison sword with a look of surprise. Just want to speak, it seems to have noticed something, and his look suddenly changed. His eyes suddenly became sharp and shouted: " You are not me, who are you?"

The body of the poisonous sword was shocked, and his heart was full of uneasiness, but at this moment he was already riding a tiger. He had to swear by his head and said: "My relatives, I am your sister, don’t you even recognize your 舅舅碧刀? Yet."

Jian Chen’s gaze became extremely fierce. The imperial artifact in his hand exudes a devastating temperament that points to the poisonous sword. He screams: “I still want to argue and say, who are you?” The killing of the sword rises from the body of Jian Chen.

Seeing that Jian Chen is not fooled, the poison sword is a cold heart.

Ruijin and Honglian also came to the side of Jian Chen, and there were fine eyes in the eyes, staring at the poison sword.

"Sword dust, this body has two people's souls, people forcibly suppress the soul of this body's original master, thus controlling this body." Rui Jin said,

Jian Chen’s face changed and he said to the poisoned sword sage: “I will leave my body immediately, otherwise I will let you die now.”

The poisonous sword sage changed his face and said: "You are still not dead. I am now in harmony with your soul. If you kill me, you can't live."

Jian Chen’s heart sinks. If Bisha is physically traumatized, there are many ways to solve it, no matter how serious the injury is. But once you encounter something that is in contact with Yuanshen, it can be very tricky.

"He hasn't completely controlled this body. After all, it's not the owner of this body. I have a way to deal with him." Honglian suddenly said, then fingered the chest of the knives and pierced the heart of the knives from the heart. Take out a drop of red blood, at the same time, in the left hand of Honglian, a group of white flames spontaneously ignited from the air, and the red lotus's right hand finger flicked, putting the blood taken out from the body of the blue knife into the white flame.

When the blood enters the flame, the white flame becomes a bit red, and then the red lotus has a left hand, and a flame of blood is immediately poured into the body of the sword.

"Oh." The flame of this group is very small, but when it hits the body of the Big Knife, it burns rapidly. At this moment, the whole body of the Big Knife is wrapped in a wave of fire.

"Ah." Under the burning of the flames, the poisonous swordsman suddenly made a painful scream. This group of flames is not a fire, it can cause great damage to the soul, and Rao is able to withstand the ability of the sword.

Looking at the worried look of Jian Chen, Hong Lian said in an understatement: "You can rest assured that my flame has been integrated into your blood, it will not cause any harm to you, but only for those who are not yours. It is a perfect thing to use him to deal with the alien gods who occupy your body."

When I heard this, Jian Chen suddenly felt relieved.

The flame wrapped in the body of the Beatles is burning, although there is no heat wave, but no one will doubt its power, and in the body of the Bi knife, all the marks left by the poison sword are bit by bit. Incineration,

The screams of the poisonous swordsman are getting more and more painful, more and more desolate, and suffering from the burning of the flame, he no longer has the extra power to suppress the soul of the sword, so that the soul of the sword is finally successfully controlled. The body, and the screams of the poisonous sword sage also became a stock of the gods volatility in the brain of the sword,

"Old things, you don't want to swallow my gods first, now let's see who is going to swallow them first." Bidao is not a good person, can't take care of his nephew, and immediately begins to fight against the sword. Perform anti-phagocytosis,

It was impossible to devouring the soul of a holy emperor with the power of Bidao. At this moment, the **** of the poisonous sword sage has become burning under the fire of the flames of the gods and phoenixes. It is extremely fragile, and his **** is in the brain of Bidao. Therefore, under such a good opportunity, it is possible for Pei to have the possibility of devouring the spirit of the sword.

However, the strength of Bidao is still too low, and it is far from such a big appetite. Although the **** of the poison sword has become fragile, he has been a great emperor and a great sword. If you swallow a little, you can reach the limit you can afford. It is impossible for him to completely devour in a short time.

The flame of the burning of the gods wrapped in the poison sword began to slowly extinguish, and the **** of the poisonous sword also completely stopped the screams, leaving only a whole gray bead in the brain of Bidao. In it, it contains a rich atmosphere of heaven and earth and a powerful Yuanshen power.

"The alien **** who occupied his body has already disappeared, but because of the magic of my fire and the environmental factors, the alien god’s understanding of the mysterious world and the power of a small part of the gods did not dissipate in the world. Between, but stay in this body, if you can fully absorb, the strength will be greatly improved, which is a great opportunity for him." Honglian said plainly, then Yu hand one Lifting, a flame rushed out of the body of the blue knives, and returned to the hands of Honglian disappeared.

It was natural to know that Bisha had such a huge chance. Jian Chen’s heart was very happy. He came to the front of Bidao and asked with concern: “Hey, you’re fine, how are you feeling?”

The eyes of Bidao slowly opened, revealing the color of weakness and the exhaustion of the face. The small part of the power of the **** who swallowed the poisonous sword has not yet been transformed into his own power of the gods, more yuan. The mysterious world of God and the Sword of the Sword Master is in his mind. Now his weak **** is suppressed by the venerated Sword and the former control of the Sword Sword. And caused by

The look of the sword is complicated and looks at the sword dust. It is full of gratifying colors. For many years, my nephew is getting better and better.

"Xiangtian, I am already fine. This Luoluo Temple is the mysterious person who destroyed our Bijia in the past. The revenge of the annihilation of my family, only you have finished it." Bidao said,

Hearing the words, Jian Chen’s eyes were murderous, and he gnawed his teeth: “I didn’t expect that the mysterious man who had destroyed Bi’s family in the past would be the temple of the Jurassic, and the annihilation of my family could finally be reported.”

"Hey, let's rest first, everything is here for me to deal with." Jian Chen said to Bidao, and immediately swept his eyes, only to see that thousands of killers in the Temple of Jurassic had been the five sacred kings of the Flame Mercenary Most of the killings, only a dozen Sacred Killers,

Although the people above the holy king will kill the people under the holy king, there will be disciplinary punishments for the five evils of the heavens and the people. But it is only for those who slaughtered the massacre. They specifically punish the villains who kill millions of people and kill thousands of people in this area. Big,

The violent roaring sounds constantly, and the distant war is even more intense. Now the five sacred kings of the Flame Mercenary Corps are uniting and smashing the dozens of sacred killers one by one.

More than a dozen sacred killers are physically restrained. Although they have the ability to fight back, it is difficult to move their bodies. Even if their strength is stronger than the five great kings, they can't resist the joint efforts of the five great kings. In the twinkling of an eye, there are two weaker ones. The king's killer was destroyed by the five great kings.

And the killing of the Holy King, no matter how fierce the killing, will not increase the sin of a person, thus provoke the five declines of the heavens and the human.

Jian Chen’s eyes stared at the remaining King’s killers, carrying the emperor’s artifacts, and the footsteps of the thousands of shadows. The body left a shadow in the original place and rushed toward the holy killers at a very fast speed. After a holy king killer, the emperor artifact will be turned into a black mang, and a high flying head will be brought up.

In front of Jian Chen, even the strength of these holy kings killers, even if they possessed the power of the Holy King, is not a combination of sword dust. Soon the remaining dozens of holy king killers will all die in the hands of Jian Chen. The end of the form of the gods, the blood stained the sky, turned into rain, but now,

Jian Chen is fluttering in white, long hair dances, and the emperor's artifact with blood is standing in the void, like a **** of killing, staring at the broken temple, and screaming coldly: "The real powerhouse of the Luo Luo Temple, hiding this For a long time, don't you still come out?"

It is known from the sword of the uncle Shumi, that although there are not many strong emperors in the temple, there are more than one person.

Suddenly, a very small spike suddenly appeared behind the sword dust. It was completely silent. It pierced the back of the sword dust at the speed of lightning, and wanted to destroy the **** of the sword dust.