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Song Qingyuan squeezed a weird law in his left hand, and between the five fingers, it seemed as if the frost was condensing, but it was like a flame, which would perfectly combine movement and static.

And in his right hand food, the **** stand side by side, pinching a sword, and not pointing to the small point, but pointing to his own eyebrows.

Seeing this movement, the first to fry the pot was the Tianchi sect, and everyone looked straight at Song Qingyuan in the Hidden Dragon Pot.

"Ice and fire invisible swords!" A voice exclaimed, because the emotions were too excited, it sounded like a scream.

All Tianchi Zongxiu eyes brushed their eyes and looked at their own lord Cao Wei: "The ice and fire poles are invisible swordsmanship, that is the sect of the sect, and even the old ones will not!"

Mu Jihai, who has always regarded Song Qingyuan as his competitive target, seems to have been taken out of his body by the people. The whole person is lost, and he looks at Song Qingyuan. After a long while, he returns to God. He is screaming: "Impossible! He must be a look!"

Only by convincing himself, Mu Jihai can guarantee that he will not collapse.

Because if Song Qingyuan really cultivates the invisible swords of the ice and fire, it means that he and Mu Jihai are not at all a level. Mu Jihai has always been working hard, always competing, always proud of pride and self-esteem. It turned into a joke.

And still can't make people laugh, it only makes people laugh with pity and even contempt.

However, Song Qingyuan was destined to give Mu Jihai a heavy blow today. The pressure that did not bring him to him forced him not to have the slightest reservation, and directly took out the killer of his own box.

After confirming that Song Qingyuan exhibited the invisible swords of the ice and fire, a Yuanying ancestor of Tianchi Zong categorically said: "Win!"

Cao Wei calmly looked at the Tibetan dragon pot and slightly decapitated. If it weren't for this trick, he would not be confident that Song Qingyuan had a 60% chance of winning.

This is both confidence in his own disciples and Cao Wei’s confidence in himself.

Hidden dragon in the pot. Song Qingyuan pointed to his own eyebrows, and the infinite frost frozen his whole person, as if he had become an ancient iceberg.

The next moment, the top of the iceberg was broken, like a volcanic eruption, and the infinite fire magma spewed from the top of the mountain.

The iceberg keeps simmering and the fire is flying in the air. Both of them quickly became two red and one blue smoke, and then the two smokes merged into one, disappearing in the space, as if disappearing from the air.

The blue sky and clear water in the Hidden Dragon pot are still the same, and Song Qingyuan’s spell disappears without a trace. It never seems to exist.

But don't say that the small inside the Hidden Dragon Pot is not. Even if the pot looks like a war, it is also faintly felt that there is a strong wave of power between the heavens and the earth in the pot, just like the end of the natural disaster, it is a fear.

Can't see, can't touch. Invisible and invisible, there is no trace, but you know that the power of terror exists. Maybe you will come to you next time, take your life, and you can't even avoid the defense.

Little do not look at the micro-condensation, looking at not far from myself. Song Qingyuan, who is calm, looks at each other.

Although the distance is not too far apart, the small point can be sensed. Before he approaches Song Qingyuan, his invisible sword, which is densely packed in the space, will kill himself first.

Although I can't see it, I don't feel the specific position of Jianqi. But little is not a snack.

"Unless it is the top monk of the Yuan Ying, such as the prince of Chong Yun, otherwise, with this sword, he may defeat the general Yuan Ying early, if there is his Yuan Ying Faji hail cold mirror to help. There is even a chance Killing the early monks of Yuan Ying."

Xiaoxiao suddenly smiled: "Unfortunately, I can't help me."

His small body stepped toward Song Qingyuan step by step, his posture was leisurely, his body thundered and thundered, and finally gathered on his head and kept stirring, then collapsed.

Among the small eyes, there are countless flashes of light. At first, there were only storms and thunders, but then, the heavens and the earth, the water fires, the mountaines, and the gossips appeared one after another, creating and opening up, and the infinite avenues were born.

At the top of the small point, the wind and thunder disappeared. Instead, it was a chaotic starry sky, as if it were the most primitive, just created universe.

At this moment, the little gaze suddenly stopped looking at Song Qingyuan, but looked into the distance of nothing.

Only Zhu Yi, who has a hidden dragon pot, knows that the sight of a small point is actually looking at him.

Little is not a low voice, muttering to himself: "Two brothers, you have a magnificent article of Zhen Gu Shuo today, I also have my own Xuan Huang four-character."

In the process of the small step, Song Qingyuan's eyes flashed in the cold, and the right hand sword slammed. The entire space of the Tibetan dragon pot shook. The appearance of the Tibetan dragon pot directly illuminates the brilliance of the defense against the launch.

There is no sound, no mana fluctuations, no trace of the air, but everyone can feel that there is a horrible force that was motivated by Song Qingyuan and attacked the past with little.

When I was young, I finally turned my head and looked at Song Qingyuan quietly. I lifted my palm and suddenly gripped in the air.

"Yu!"

With a little light and light drink, the space around him swayed, and the layers of space were folded together like a sparkling wall.

In these spatial fold faults, it is faintly sensible to feel invisible power in a frenzied, seemingly bounded beast, but never able to break free.

If you don’t want to walk, you will be screaming: “Up and down the square, 曰 ‘yu’, vast world, infinite space, all in control.”

With the small step of step by step, the word length is long, a broad and boundless, filling the heavens and the earth with the power of the artistic conception, even if Song Qingyuan's sword is invisible, it is also forced to move.

There is a sword in the space, and a silent mourning is given. That is the sword of Song Qingyuan's invisible swords. Under the pressure of small and small, it seems that the dragon is trapped in shallow water, and there is no previous scenery.

Song Qingyuan changed his face and showed his invisible swords. He had to pay all his strength. Now the sword is suppressed by the small ones, and even his own spirit is suppressed. He can only struggle in vain.

At this moment, Song Qingyuan’s past calmness has disappeared completely, and among the five bureaucrats, there is a confession.

He did not expect that his own ice and fire invisible swords were displayed, but it was still not a small opponent. This is completely beyond his imagination.

At this moment, the little ones have come to him, and there is an unquestionable hegemony in his eyes.

"My generation of Xuanmen Tianzong disciples, who can compete with us, will always have only their own brothers and brothers, and the rest are not enough!"

Xiao Do not look at Song Qingyuan, suddenly smiled. Then it was a punch and bang, and the whole person of Song Qingyuan would fly out!

The protection and defense ban of the Zanglong pot was triggered at the same time, protecting Song Qingyuan, but also declared his failure.

The monks in the Tianchi of the pot outside the pot, the same silence at the moment, all of them have been married for thousands of years. But at this time, but in the same heart, the sense of helplessness rises.

They would like to take a look at the lord Cao Wei, hoping that their own lords can rely on them to eliminate their weakness and weakness, but they dare not.

Reason tells them, don't mess with Cao Wei at this time.

They will pay attention to Cao Wei's feelings, others will not, the Fa Conference will be faintly rioted. Everyone can see a shocked look in the eyes of others.

The performance before the small point, so that everyone thinks that he and Zhu Yi will have a big gap, but now it seems that regardless of Zhu Yi has just been promoted to the middle of the relationship between Jin Dan, the strength of the small point is not weaker than Zhu Yi.

Zhao Yan’s stunned said: “That... that is the power to control the space? Although it is still young and tender, but the mysterious and artistic conception contained in it, even the Yuan Ying period monks may not have comprehend?”

There was a very dignified look on Tao Xun's face. But did not answer the question of Zhao Yan.

The power of Xuanmen Tianzong disciples once again shocked everyone.

Cao Wei stared blankly at the dragon pot, and the whole person seemed to become a statue.

"The disciple of this seat is thankful to Cao Zongzhu for his generosity." Lin Feng said with a smile: "A similar gamble, you are welcome to come again, welcome to come often."

"There are two more contests. Is there any interest in Cao Zongzhuo to gamble two more? Oh, yes. Before that, I also asked Cao Zongzhu to clear this bet first. I remember that Cao Zongzhu said that you It’s a person who doesn’t like to owe it. It’s just like this one.”

Cao Weiren finally moved, turned and stared at Lin Feng and took a look. After taking a deep breath, Shen Sheng said: "I am willing to gamble and lose, my Tianchi Zong can afford to lose."

I remembered the laughter of Beiyi Zuo Xianwang: "My cold mirror, you should not forget."

Although Huo Xiu did not speak, but people stood here, Cao Wei could not ignore him.

At this moment, with the mood of Cao Wei’s millennial monasticism, he also rushed upwards, and there was an impulse to spurt blood.

The streamer sword statue is awe-inspiring, and the stone tablet engraved with the sword of the Shaoshang sword is thrown to Lin Feng. The gambling singer Zhuge Guang is also a bitter smile, and his own blood is handed over.

Cao Wei's pair of flying snow scorpions will carry the bipolar natural flowers from the snow mountain Tianchi, and they will not be able to arrive for a while.

However, Lin Feng has already earned a pot full of enthusiasm. When Xiao Bian and Song Qingyuan came out with a hidden dragon pot, and asked him to perform a gamble to hand over the cold mirror, Song Qingyuan, who was already depressed, was almost a breath. Did not come up to be fainted.

If it weren't for the attention of everyone, Song Qingyuan would have to die with the little ones, even if he couldn't escape, he would say that he wouldn't hand over the cold mirror, which is no different from digging his own life.

However, Lin Feng, Cao Wei, and a group of Yuanshen slammed their heads on their heads. Song Qingyuan could only help but surrender the instruments. His eyes were sad and desperate, like a girl who had been turned over thousands of times by hundreds of big Hans.

I don’t want to be honest. I took the cold mirror and looked at it. After I looked at it, I smiled at Zhu Yi. “Two brothers, can I have two Yuan Ying period instruments?”

Zhu Yi couldn’t help but smile. If he didn’t point to the next sentence, he would vomit blood directly to Song Qingyuan, who was sorrowful.

"This business is very good. When you are trying for a while, do you gamble with Princess Nebula?"

As soon as this was said, the Daqin Dynasty from top to bottom, together with the three gods, all face black.