Divine Brilliance

"The power of this battle can make everything into the country, and it can only have 70% of the power. On the contrary, you can wait for the strength to multiply. I don't know why the nephew had to set the imperial emperor in the past. The rules of the three Luotian. But for this reason, these thirty-three days have some flaws."

The voice is clear, as if with magic, shocking people.

Zong Shou presided over the sword array while paying attention to listening. However, at this time, the ‘unknown sword’ in his hand gave a slamming sound for no reason.

The sword trembled, making Zong Shou almost uncontrollable. Cangsheng kills the sword, almost all of them are biased.

It’s so easy to control the sword, and Zong Shou suddenly burst into trouble.

"Is this warning?"

The anxious thoughts were not introduced into his soul. This time, even clear characters are formed.

"Disaster, disaster, refining and refining - emperor, heaven, blessing, swearing, flat, flat, sly, sly, sly, sly, sly"

The disaster refers to the catastrophe at the time of Cangsheng Road. What can you do with the word? What is it?? Is it to defeat the enemy?

There is also the word "Emperor", which is also unclear. You Cangsheng three words, but I understand, it should be the protection of the people. The next oath and flat word can be confusing.

Zong Shou is confused and feels inexplicable.

Want to communicate with the sword of the unknown sword, but always feel that each other, separated by a layer of diaphragm, can not really reach its meaning.

The blade in his hand, the tremor is getting stronger and stronger, and he seems to take him to the sky.

This situation is no longer suitable for him. Forcibly used, it must be flawed.

Zong Shou slightly squinted, and replaced the nameless sword, took out another spare sword, and continued to control the sword.

At this time, it is a doubt of a stomach, it is always unknown, why this refining sword is so anxious.

In the end, I was worried that there would be more battles. I separated some of my hearts and suppressed the namelessness in the incitement. Zong Shou continued to look at the sky.

I saw this south sky. After the five-faced treasure flag was unfolded, it was completely integrated.

Actually, under the suppression of Wanxian Dazheng, forced to gather together. A layer of similar five-color light film opened open.

"Thirty-three days are in a loop, and I ask myself if I have to break it, but I can make a clear day in addition to your thirty-three days."

Qing Xuan's figure, stepping into the sky again. This time, it was forced to break through the 30- and 31-story hurdles and stood on the five-color film. Then it is unscrupulous. Laughing loudly.

"I am free, not limited to thirty-three days. It is Xiuguan Dao, you can give me down."

The whole embarrassing situation is full of sounds. A black crack that is as thick as a giant python, spread to the four sides.

The widest number of hundreds of feet, almost split this dilemma.

All the monks of the Cangsheng are pale. Knowing the dilemma at the moment, the distance collapses. It’s only one step away.

Looking from afar, it is obvious that the thirty-two heavy golden pagoda is actually falling apart.

That layer of light film. Fragmented. The top view of the show, then frowning, seemingly powerless.

In the water mirror next to it, there was even a burst of cheers, like a thunder.

Zong Shou glanced at it and his heart was a bit more.

The thirty-three days of changes have also directly affected the cloud world. It is no longer possible to divide the space on a large scale, and the hundreds of thousands of strong and powerful soldiers have already begun to form a synergy.

And only less than 50,000 of the sacred Xuan Longshi. The situation is getting worse and worse.

So going on, sooner or later, is the besieged bureau.

He knows that there are still chips in the dilemma. Whether it is the seven swords of the Cangsheng, or his other teacher, Lin Xuan, can save the bad game.

It’s just the Taishi Mojun who said that he wants to fight with Xiu Guan. Until now, still not showing up.

In the end, in this heart, there are still some haze.

Immediately, he shook his head slightly. This time, only the death war.

If it is only the way of life. His sect is still not so great, and he is buried with him.

But within this dilemma, there is his dragon shadow master, his righteous brother and gentleman, and the first snow -

In any case, he can’t accommodate these friends and relatives.

When the eyelids jumped, Zong Shou looked to the other side. I saw a blue thunder, suddenly rising across the sky, spreading half of the sky.

If the dragon and the snake turn, but there is no thunder. Just because the blue light passed. Everything is broken immediately. It was not turned into powder, but it was fundamentally disintegrated from the structure, so that the sound waves could not be heard.

It’s just that the spurt of the escape, the vast pressure from the heavens and the earth, makes the tens of thousands of cultivators in this dilemma unable to breathe.

The seven sputums are **** and the body is crumbling.

"Day robbery? So fast"

Zong Shou whispered, this Wei Xu’s robbery, it’s really not the time.

About his brother, I really can't suppress it. Only at this critical moment, triggered a thunder.

The robbery thunder was so powerful that it was innocent. But the eight sacred sacred people in the sky did not even take a look.

At this time, all eyes are like a torch, like a wolf, looking at Xiu Guan. Waiting for the first person in the cloud world to fall from the cloud.

In the next moment, the eyes of these eight people are all concentrated in the bottom.

Where the eyes of the people are watching, a woman, who is carrying a paragraph, is stepping on the ‘ladder’ that does not exist.

The people first had a burst of hair. After a while, it was too yellow to hesitate to ask: "But Xuan Shuang Sanren?"

This name is called out, except that Zhu Zi is a descendant of the Jin Dynasty, and Yuan Jiang is the ancestor of the dragon family.

The rest, such as Dong Zhongshu and Shi Shi Tianjun, are all face-changing.

How could it be her? This woman, has not been robbed, has fallen, why can she still show up?

Even if there is a mysterious gold book, it can make this woman resurrect. But why is there no news at all? And that show, it is also clear that there is no disease of a big loss.

At this moment, it is even more relaxed. It has crossed the 20th floor, and it has also reached the 22nd floor without thinking.

This woman, although the body is only the equivalent of a monk, but the soul of the soul, but it is the soul of immortality.

Can thousands of years ago, this woman has not failed to rob? Even if it is born again, the body is damaged, how to rob?

Watched by many wrong eyes, Lin Xuanxiao smiled contemptuously and stepped into the golden pagoda.

Let this ruined golden pagoda be stabilized immediately. The ethereal fairy sounds are spread in the four corners of the world.

"In the past, I have always been arrogant in martial arts. At this time, the body is not recovered, and it is unbearable to use. Fortunately, the husband has been instructed in the past, mastering a magical spirit, please advise."

On top of the embarrassing situation, Xiangyun faintly gathers and gradually accumulates. After a few dozens of time, there was a trace of rain and it fell.

I can't see the clue at the beginning, but it can be after that. The many disciples of the Cangsheng Road underneath all felt that they were exhausted, and they regained their prosperity.

The blood and blood elements consumed are slowly recovering. The injuries in the body are also recovering.

It’s not the only ones who are like the monks, but even the guards.

The true Yuan soul force that has been damaged is recovering.

The heart can't help but be happy. He uses the method of overdraft. When the real element is exhausted, it is unexpected that the power of this body is comparable to the holy world, and it will fall immediately.

"It’s actually a nectar--"

I really didn't expect that he was the master, but he still had this hand.

With such a supernatural power, Lin Xuan-shuang’s spiritual method is not inferior to any sect

It should be the eleventh, etc. It can be added to Lin Xuan-shuang's source of spiritual resilience, which is equivalent to the 12th and the end of the world.

With its ability to exert its strength, it is even more arrogant, and the 170,000 disciples of Cangsheng Road have all recovered to the peak of their strength.

At this time, because there were too many empty cracks, Zong Shou no longer tried to block the enemy and the embarrassing situation.

Many monks and monks have come in, and in addition to the two gods, there are more than a thousand people who have been worshipped as high-level holy people. They are all like headless flies. In the dilemma, they are stalking around and trapped in the 32-story barrier.

It is fascinated by the illusion of magic, and there is a phantom in the thirty-three days of the celestial fantasy. Then the power of illusion is never in other functions.

At this time, these people were also dripping on the body by the rain. But they are gradually whitening, showing the color of qi deficiency.

This rain is equivalent to the rain for the disciples of the Cangsheng. But in these three teaching monks, it is a life machine.

Those holy places are okay and fully resisted. Let the raindrops not fall on the body. Under the rest of the holy world, they are very embarrassed.

The swordsmanship of Zongshou’s control was also a waste of effort, and he harvested the lives of dozens of people.

Most of these people are exhausted, and they can't block his Jianguang at all. It's as easy as cutting vegetables and cutting vegetables.

The rain of the rain, even dripping out of the cloud. The 50,000-year-old Xuanlongshi is a spirit.

In the distance, those lying in the ground, there are still hundreds of people, eyes confused, climbed from the blood of the corpse.

In the dilemma, there was silence for a moment, but the sound of cheering and cheering began.

"It is the Xuan Frost ancestor"

"I am alive, the third is in the world"

"The restoration of the founder, my life is not a desperate -"

"This time, you can protect your seat and rob you."

"--It’s God bless me."

Zong Shou's emotions are also infected with ~www.readwn.com~Xuanshuang's spiritual method. At this time, the role of the sacred path is far beyond his intentions.

Or this robbery can really be spent.

This mood can be immediately destroyed by the nameless sword. This sword spirit is even more urgent and anxious. Even with that, the characters that had clearly floated in his mind had become blurred.

Only a few of these words have become clearer and clearer.

The swearing oath of the disaster, the king, the day, the big Luo, 斩斩斩斩斩 ——

"How is it still? Is it what is sensed."

Zong Shou’s heart was so strange that he also looked at him and looked at him.

His eyes were still dignified, and it was a moment between him and the unknown sword.

Then he smiled silently and screamed: "The seven swords of the Cangsheng, this time is not a sword array, when will you wait?" (To be continued)

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