Making Great Fortune Overnight

Ha ha ha ha

Zhan Wuyuan looks up to the sky with a long smile. This smile is so vivid that even the frozen yellow river is shaken by laughter.

"Qin Lang, my Arctic cold spirit is taken from the ancient cold ten thousand years ago. How about it? How is it better than your thousand year dragon subduing crescent moon sword?"

While Zhan Wuyuan laughed, his hands did not relax. He changed his hands into claws again. Countless white lines that could be seen by the naked eye shot out again and turned into a net of heaven and earth, holding the tiny black spot in the extreme ice, and the huge dragon shaped ice sculpture were all cut through by sharp lines. At this moment, Qin Lang thought that he could not live.

this Beichen spirit is the essence of a boundless life, enough to make the capital of the world proud. After the ages to come, people will still recall the great deeds of the sages.

Qin Lang seems to have become the prize of the endless war, and fell in the valley of the Yellow River.

On the cliff, several beauties stood up, tears fell like rain, and Qin Zhu, dressed in full clothes, was about to jump down to the canyon. She knew that for a martial arts master like Zhan Wuyuan, she might not even touch a hair of the other side, but this is an attitude. She should bite the boundless and die for love!

"Alas, the boundless war is too strong One person through the ages... " There was a sigh in the crowd.

"A man who applies his true Qi to this level is like a fairy. After seeing the war, we'd better go back home and work honestly." A long bearded martial Taoist master did not wake up from the fierce scene in the battle just now, and repeatedly praised.

Several Japanese warriors were solemnly kneeling down on the ground, whirring and making impassioned speeches, obviously expressing great respect for Qin Lang's martyrdom.

What you saw just now is dazzled and fascinated. Almost no one is not in his mind. The so-called "death at the end of the day" is just like monkey fighting in front of the two martial arts masters.

If two tigers fight, one will die. In fact, all the people present had expected that Qin Lang would lose. That was almost inevitable.

The mountains and rivers share the same sorrow, and everyone has a famous sentence from the ages:

"the wind is bleak, the water is cold, and the strong men will never return once they go!"

"Well, although Qin Lang was defeated today, his heroic demeanor will surely be passed on to later generations and be worshipped by later generations. Just like an ancient knight errant, he is still proud of his death..."

Many people nodded in agreement, but many of them thought that if I could fight with Qin Lang and Zhan Wuyi, I would be honored to die.

On the contrary, people have a kind of inexplicable admiration for Qin Lang

Clatter, clatter!

Just then, hearing the sound of the mountains and rivers breaking, Qin Zhu pulled his feet back towards the river valley, almost staring out his eyes. With the deafening noise, the ice began to crack.

"This Is it still human? " At the scene, a high-level warrior with trembling fingers to Hukou waterfall.

Boom!

The boundless face of the war is astonished. The river, like a beast in the sky, suddenly roars and opens. A man flies straight up in the river and climbs on the dragon shaped ice sculpture. The Yellow Dragon suddenly shakes its head and tail and condenses into a huge vapor. The man moves across the dragon, and the sword Qi in his hand is vertical and horizontal. With a cry, the Yellow River is scratched by the blade, and the glacier explodes, showing the river below, even revealing the Yellow River It's the bottom of yellow mud!

The development of the situation is beyond everyone's imagination, even the Hollywood directors can not imagine such a wonderful scene will be staged in reality.

Hukou waterfall was swept by the knife, and immediately returned to the tumultuous spirit. However, Zhan Wuyuan did not panic, and his hands quickly twined, trying to freeze Qin Lang and the dragon under his crotch again.

In the face of the overwhelming network, Qin Lang's eyes are radiant:

I'm just learning from my grandparents, and I haven't had much time. If I learn more, how can you be crazy here?

"But even this one and a half moves are enough to deal with you! You have a unique skill, don't you? "

As soon as Qin Lang grasped his hands, he suddenly had a long sword in his hand. He looked like an immortal in the sky. Then the dragon in his crotch suddenly uttered a long chant, and his mouth suddenly opened. He had absorbed the cold air of the far north and turned it into thousands of knives and arrows and shot them out.

"How could that be?" War boundless finally facial expression big change!

How can Qin Lang tame the northern cold in an instant?

But I don't know that Qin Lang is just an old wisdom of borrowing an arrow from a straw boat. It's like a punch on a wall, and his fist will also receive the corresponding return force. That's all.

However, Zhan wuyian's frightened Qi starts to stir up. His strength is weak. Qin Lang's sword on the dragon's back sweeps through the thousands of swords. Zhan Wuyuan repeatedly waves his sleeves and scatters many transparent water arrows. However, the water arrows are as hard as fine steel, jingling and rattling, but they also dodge the knife awn coming from the dragon's back, and a water arrow pours into it Battle boundless leg, straight through!

The boundless battle has a soft sole. The net of heaven and earth that was woven just now was chopped into pieces by the blade, and it can no longer be a net."There is no end to war. Do you have any unique skills?" Qin Lang controls the water dragon and makes a beautiful turn in the air, which leads to the whole audience looking up. Everyone is thinking, "if I become a little bit of Qin Lang's martial arts, I still need to work hard all my life?"

Zhan Wuyuan sneered. Just about to answer, he saw the Dragon spit. This time, the air of the north star in his belly was like a net of nets. Countless flying arrows turned into a yellow sword. At the moment, the sun was shining in the sky, and the huge sword was shining with a little sunshine, sweeping the Yellow River Valley!

"Kill!"

With a wave of Qin langning's finger, the ancient and shining sword suddenly waved!

Zhan Wuyuan's dignified palms seem to want to rely on the lift to avoid the edge of the sword. He uses all his strength. His sleeves and robes are bulging and his white hair is standing up. It seems that he is lifting a huge object that he can't bear.

On that day, when the tripod was raised, his face was not red and his breath was out of breath. But now, his face is red and his feet are shaking. Even though he has used the northern star's skill to the utmost, the sword is like a dragon. Boom! Boom! Boom! Breaking up the whole into parts and turning into countless sharp arrows.

Poof!

The last breath of Zhenqi of zhanwuyuan is exhausted and his strength is exhausted. The body protected by Zhenqi has completely turned into a flesh body. But even so, the boundless war still stepped on the water and cut off the thousands of water arrows flashing in chaos.

"Qin Lang, do you think I'm a false name?" The war boundless breaks the voice to shout.

"I have been studying in the cold and bitter land of the far north for decades. How can I live to this day without a little bit of contingency and powerful skills?"