Chronicles of Heaven

The sword was attacked, and Wu Ting only felt that the baby had a slight pain.

The next moment, the body of the sword is out of thin air in the sea of ​​Wu Tie, the sword light Sensen, facing the witch iron tire.

Ou Yezi's sacred spirit is pinned on the sword of the sorcerer. He glimpsed the sorcerer's glory and glory. There are countless dragon-like patterns around the sacred flute.

Ou Yezi was stiff and stood in the air for a while and was scared to stay.

The monk of the ordinary baby is the most perfect and powerful, and the general fetus is also highly equivalent to the physical body.

The monk of the gods and the more powerful gods, the ancestors of the gods and the ancestors, have never seen them. The strongest master he has ever seen is the existence of the five heavens and six heavens in the gods, and their gods are observed with the power of the soul. It is nothing more than a hundred feet.

And Wu Tie, this freak, his fame is high, and it can be as many as five and six thousand.

Moreover, this fetus is not a loose, fluffy state of water mist. The whole body is condensed like glazed diamond, which is very strong and pure. There are so many avenues running around it, just like the ancient gods, it is worshipped by countless dragons. general.

"You, you, you..." With the singularity of the sword, Ou Yezi not only wanted to marry the body of Wu Tie, but also wanted to directly lick his thirst.

However, the Witch iron tires that I saw were actually so terrible.

"Nine turns to Xuan Gong, should not ... so ..." Ou Yezi wants to yell, but where is it?

"You actually, can the sword face the king's womb?" Wu Tie frowned, his thirst was too powerful, he also knows the level of the ordinary person's freak, his own high-powered deity, Obviously it is too different.

The whiplash suddenly appeared on the top of the Witch iron god's head. The long-awaited whip whips released an infinite amount of golden light and purple gas, completely covering the fetish iron and the invading sword.

The innumerable swordsman is criss-crossed and stalked in the sea.

The golden light purple gas released by the **** whip overlaps and is densely packed, just like the waves in the tsunami are endless, and the sword is entangled in the past. The swordsmanship released by the sword is accompanied by the earth-shattering swordsmanship, which is wiped out in layers of golden light and purple.

The iron of the witch iron opened his eyes.

For a time, it was like the sun and the moon, and the two groups of strong light illuminate the void.

An incomparably sturdy spirit of the soul rushed straight to the sword, and the slap in the sword.

Just a blow, the sword is a painful cry.

Ou Yezi's body is stiff, and he is pinned on the sword of the sword. He is smashed by the power of the horror of the witch, and the sword is screaming and screaming. His distraction is almost broken.

There was a sharp pain in the thirst, and Ou Yezi’s pupils were confused and the blood in the seven scorpions suddenly flowed out.

Ou Yezi snorted: "An Wang...you..."

The two gold armor who rushed to chase the sorcerer rushed over, and they chased after the Wu Tie body, and opened their arms toward Wu Tie.

The fist of the armor of the armor brought a stream of light, and hit the Wu Tie body heavily.

The surface of the trenches is closely connected to each other. Like the gear set, the rune arrays of different sizes and shapes are constantly lit up, and they emerge from the inside of the body.

These rune arrays are spinning rapidly, splatting with electric light and fire, and making a harsh ‘嗖嗖’ sound. In the meta-melting furnace of the armor of the armor, the crystals of the mountains are instantly burned out, releasing a huge force comparable to the gods.

‘咚咚’ slammed and slammed the body of Wu Tie, and Mars splattered and screamed.

Wu Tie’s body does not move, and he has a hard work of smashing two heavy fists that are comparable in strength to the celestial body of God. On the body he was attacked, his muscles were slightly sunken, and then he twisted a bullet and shook the heavy armor of the gold armor.

The two gold armor squadrons were steadily shaken backwards for dozens of steps, then flew up and immediately slammed hundreds of punches at Wu Tie.

There are also dozens of swords to form a sword array, constantly volleying, heavy slashing on Wu Tie.

The deep sword marks on Wu Tie's body constantly appear, and they are constantly healed. The whole body is blazing like a small sun, releasing a group of eye-catching blood in the void, and integrating the blood of the duel battle castle itself. It’s a thousand miles in a square.

Wu Tie's divine eyes are like the sun and the moon, and the mighty spirits hit a wave of intensive shocks.

The whiplash counters the swordsmanship of the sword, and the soul shock directly collides with the body of the sword, and the singularity of the sword is stunned by the spirit of the sword, and the distraction of the sword The shock was almost broken.

Ou Yezi's face was white and white. When he ‘saw’ the witch-tiger’s tens of thousands of feet, he knew that he had encountered a freak that could not be explained by common sense.

Reluctantly endure the great pain caused by the disintegration of the distraction, Ou Yezi took out two avenues to treat the soul and wounded, and swallowed it, then turned and left.

However, this duel battle for the law is too unfriendly to the law, Ou Yezi's dawn speed, slow, as before, just the same speed as the ordinary Hummer.

And Wu Tie gave up the law, and ran wildly with the force of the flesh. He could run faster than Ou Yezi.

Ou Yezi stepped on the fire cloud and fled backwards. Wu Tie easily followed him, and a sword screamed into the sky. Han Jiangjian flashed through the sleeves of Wu Tie, and a touch of swordsman directly smashed Ouyezi.

Ou Yezi took a deep breath, and he jerked back and looked at Wu Tie. The two scorpions in the scorpion flashed. He stared at Han Jiangjian deeply, then his right hand pointed, one shot, and a very fine character. Wenguang hit the Hanjiang sword.

The swordsman swayed by Wu Tie disintegrated, and the chilling sway of the Hanjiang sword screamed, making a harsh sword.

Wu Tie suddenly saw Ou Yezi's eyes... This guy, he is not the elders of Euclidean, the strongest master of the great Wei Jianjian, his understanding of the sword has reached a certain realm.

The Hanjiang sword is still the innate spirit of the heavens and the earth. Ouyezi’s seemingly inconspicuous one has almost disturbed the straits of the Hanjiang sword, which made the Hanjiang sword suffer from the disorder of internal prohibition. hurt.

This kind of supernatural power is called horror. Only the Ouyezi who does not know how many swords and swords are cast on hand can make such a secret technique.

"In front of the old man, don't expect to play with the sword!" Ou Yezi screamed: "Even if it is a thief, there is no such thing as a daring to send a sword to the old man... As long as you repair the kendo, the old man will be fearless."

Ou Yezi screamed, and a spurt of blood spurted out, and the speed of the fire cloud under his feet accelerated a little.

Wu Tie took up the Hanjiang sword. His right hand was caught in a high-rise mountain peak not far away. The great magical power that moved to the sea was displayed. The earth suddenly slammed for a while, and the grounds of hundreds of miles were violently shaken.

Wu Tie wants to pull this mountain out.

However, the entire battlefield of the battlefield, regardless of the mountains and rivers and rivers are covered by blood, the entire battle fort is integrated, a huge force sheltered the entire battle fort, with the magical power of Wu Tie, actually can not be the area of ​​this mountain Grab.

With a cold cry, Wu Tie gave up and continued to try.

He still has some strength, but he knows well that this duel must have some sneak peeks. He does not want to, and can't be too special. After all, his realm of the present is just a half-step of the gods, and it is already excessive.

He turned over in the storage ring and storage bracelet that he seized these days, and soon he found a matching baby.

This is a metal mountain that is made of Gengjin essence and blended with the elite of the earth. It is hundreds of feet high and does not know how many trillions of metal peaks. The mountain peaks with yellow and white light are simple and correct, and there are numerous magnetic elements on the mountain.

Wu Tie has forgotten that this storage bracelet was taken from the dying ancestor of Wei Wei. Looking at the style of this small peak, it seems that the old ancestor repaired gold and earth avenues, and he spent a huge amount of money. The material, using countless thoughts, wants to temper this little peak into a secret treasure.

However, this secret treasure is not even a semi-finished product. It is only a preliminary refinement, and the internal array is banned. It is just a ban on the layer of geomagnetic force.

Wu Tie-pu took out the small metal peak with hundreds of feet high, holding it with both hands, and then squatting down towards Ouyezi.

"You can break all the swords, then take your Huo Xiong's grandfather and try a mountain."

Ou Yezi's understanding of the sword has reached a certain level. He is smashed with a sword. He can break all swordsmanship with secret techniques and even directly threaten the sword itself.

Wu Tie can't bear the accident of the Hanjiang sword, so... you can break the sword, can you break the mountain?

You have a method of repairing, in this deliberate warfare against the law, you may use the physical brute force to resist the mountain that Wu Tie is heading down?

Ou Yezi heard a bad wind coming from the top of his head. He suddenly looked up and suddenly frightened his soul: "Huo Xiong, you must not die, you must not die..."

The Witch iron tires released a powerful soul shock, which hit the sword.

Ou Yezi's body swayed, and a blood spurted out.

His twilight speed slowed down a bit, and the metal peaks in the hands of Wu Tie slammed down, and the first shot fell on Ouyezi.

Ou Yezi's face is flamed by the flames of the flames. The high-temperature blue-blue flame burns the metal hills and the body is red. Numerous geomagnetic power lines float, the hills violently sway, and the weight increases several times.

The fire cover was broken and the hill hit the back of Ouyezi.

In the body of Ouyezi, a beautiful dragon scale soft armor was sprayed out and covered on him.

Under the hill, the soft armor is crushed.

Three thick round shields have emerged from the back of Ouyezi at the moment of the collapse of the dragon scales. The three shields overlap and protect the body of Ouyezi like a tortoiseshell.

The hill continued to fall, and the triple shield was shattered.

However, Ou Yezi also rushed for a little time. His right hand slammed his own eyebrows, and the invaders of the Wu and the sea’s husband’s swords spurted out the infinite swordsmanship. Ouyezi’s enthusiasm in the sword was completely burned and turned into a single Pei Li Juli is integrated into the sword.

The husband's sword suddenly shines brightly, and the swords of the Tianhe River are swept around, breaking through a heavy golden light, and the swordsman is straight to the witch iron.

The **** whip is under the control of Wu Tie, and the left side is blocked. On the 24th, the singularity of the gods is illuminated. The speed of the swordsman released by the sword is rapidly slowed down, and finally the sword is solidified. In the void, there is no way to get close to the witch iron.

The sword of the husband sent out an unwilling sword, and he suddenly turned into a cold mang, like a boat, and the body brought a slap in the face of the sorcerer.

Behind the Witch Iron God, on the huge jade dish projection, among the three lotus flower beds, the leftmost lotus flower bud suddenly blooms.

A strong suction came out of the lotus flower pot, and the magical power of Wu Tie quickly burned, and it took more than 90% in an instant.

The husband of the slash sword was pulled tightly by a glimpse of the Qing dynasty. With the sound of the piercing sword, the slashing sword wanted to escape, and wanted to escape the terrible sea of ​​witch iron, but the projection of the jade dish lit up. Three lotus buds illuminate, and the nine knot lotus roots below, as well as all the lotus leaves on the edge of the jade disc projection, illuminate at the same time.

The husband’s sword was a little bit, and he was unwilling to swallow it by the blooming lotus flower.

The lotus scorpion closed and then gave a heartfelt feeling of satisfaction.

Wu Tie can feel that the sword is almost completely destroyed in a flash, only a pure and innate congenital Kendo quietly lurks in the flower garden, quietly brewing something.

Wu Tie can't take care of this. This lotus seed from the blood flag battle is too different. No one can tell what changes he will have in the future.

He raised his arms with blue veins and slammed the hill to Ouyezi.

Ou Yezi has already glimpsed the eccentricity of Wu Tie's twins. Wu Tie is not allowed to escape. But this can't blame Wu Tie. Who can think that the sword has directly invaded Wu Tie's knowledge of the sea?

This sword is actually quite amazing.

It’s just that Ou Yezi has already slowed down his hand. Several consecutive defensive secrets have been shattered. Ou Yezi has taken advantage of this time and pulled out a vanity.

"An Wang Huo Xiong, waiting for the old man to meet the Qi people ... you give the old man waiting!" Ou Yezi screamed.

The emptiness of the virtual space was illuminated, and the shape of Ouyezi suddenly became embarrassing.

Wu Tie wants to attack, but Ou Yezi has already inspired the rune and it is impossible to intercept it.

"An Wang, this is the old name of the cast, can you still be satisfied?" In the distance, a long scream came, a black and white two palm-sized turtle shells brought a large piece of light and swirled, one on the other It has enveloped the almost transparent figure of Ouyezi.

When the void was shaken, the shape of Ouyezi suddenly solidified.

Wu Tie suddenly realized that he had laughed aloud, and the congenital yin and yang were vaporized into black and white two-color radiance. One black and one white two big hands and two colors of light were caught in lightning. The shape of the solidification of Ouyezi is a catch.

‘咔嚓’, the emptiness of the square is like a glass mirror, and Ou Yezi’s hard life was caught by the ruined virtual air.

"Li Xuan turtle... Li Xuan turtle... You, you, you must not die..." Ou Yezi did not take care of Wu Tie, but screamed at Li Xuan, who was slowly flying to the distance. .

"How can the old man die?" Li Xuangui, wearing a Taiji robe, smiled and walked step by step.

"An Wang, can you still be satisfied with this old name?" Li Xuan turtle bowed his hand to Wu Tieyi: "An Wang, old age represents Da Wei Li, Da Wei Yuan, Da Wei Kong, Dawei Mengshi, Dawei Mojia, Daweigong, and the seven gates represented by the Dawei 'wine madman' seven people, gave a name to An Wang... I waited, prayed to enter the king of Ang, Gan For the hawk."

Ou Yezi looked at Li Xuangui with a stunned look: "Insane, crazy, you guys, crazy."

Wu Tie was silent for a while, looked down at Ou Yezi: "If you are willing to be a slave to the slave, let the king imprison your soul, control your life and death, and even take the Euclidean vote of the king, the king can not kill you! ”

Ou Yezi stayed and stared at Li Xuan turtle: "Old turtle, you don't want to hang an old man... You guys, really want to rely on this kid?"

Li Xuan turtle slowly nodded and smiled. "This is a lifeline... I don't care how many old friends."

Ou Yezi's eyes are blurred, and he is fascinated by the ignorance of Wu Tie and the sea.

That is a high of 1,500 kilograms of sacred tires... Ouyezi’s spirited shudder, and he smiled dryly: “So, the old man, willing to return.”

Gritted teeth, Ou Yezi's eyebrows cracked a gap, and a fascinating light came out.