Making Great Fortune Overnight

"That's the precious son of the Taishang elder of leizhen hall. If he dies, he will be in great trouble."

Purple sky life bitter smile way.

Who doesn't know that the elder Taishang, who has a strong strength, must report his vindictiveness. Otherwise, he would have been taught a lesson by the unruly nature of heiteng.

"Boy, I want to die!"

Then, I heard a roar from the side peak. A ray of thunder was about to spring up from the sky. However, it was the anger of the earthly immortals in the thunder shock hall. He wanted to ignore the rules and directly took a hand.

Both the seven great masters and the purple family of Fanran kingdom all came here. According to the rules, they can't interfere in the court dispute, but heiteng is the son of the supreme elder of leizhen hall, and his status is respected. Since the death of wanchadixian, only this giant giant pillar is left in leizhen hall.

"Boom."

In the void, there is a man with a black face, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his eyes are like copper bells. It is the earth immortals who came to leizhen hall this time, and Shangren with bronze beard.

"Boy, who gave you the courage to kill my zongtianjiao!"

The bronze beards were drunk by people, and heaven and man were majestic. They fell down like a mountain.

All the elites in the court have changed their faces, and those who have done bad deeds have been in constant decline; those in the middle class, such as the saints in the northern frontier, are pale and struggling to support them. Only Yinyin, Wanming and other big religions Tianjiao can still stand in place, but also feel oppressive.

In the field, only Qin Lang and Yazi stood proudly, like a breeze.

"If you don't accept it, come up and lead you to death."

Qin Lang flicked his finger with a cold face.

The breath in his body was boiling like a volcano. The recovery of his injuries in the past two months and the realization of Longjiang's artistic conception have made Qin Lang's accomplishments climb to the top, only one level away from breaking the barrier between heaven and man and returning to the congenital world. At this time, Qin Lang is in urgent need of a hearty battle to commemorate his return to the congenital moment with blood.

"How dare you

Copper bearded master was furious, and the golden light in his hand was shining. He had to press down his hand and smash Qin Lang to pieces.

Wan Ming suddenly said:

"master, the dispute between the court and the court should be settled by the court, and outsiders should not intervene."

"Yes, this boy is arrogant. Naturally, we will teach him that the master is the immortal. If he interferes, he will break the rules." Kowloon Road chief Yau road.

"Our disputes are our own." Yazidao.

Wanming and other people are the great religion Tianjiao, peerless elites. How can we tolerate the hand of master Tongxu? Does this not mean that they are incompetent, but Qin Lang finally let the immortal intervene? This is what Wan Ming and others can't accept.

"Good."

Copper beard on the eyes shining, slightly afraid to sweep a son, and finally turned away.

Qin Lang was standing there with his hands down, his face as quiet as a lake. Whether it is Wan Ming and others, or the bronze bearded master, which is in Qin Lang's eyes at this time? Although he did not recover his innate ability, he had 70% of his strength, which was enough to sweep away.

"Who of you will die first?"

Qin Lang's eyes were indifferent.

"Qin Nanzong, don't be too arrogant. Heiteng is the bottom of our class. I was killed by you more carelessly before. Do you really think that with your strength, you can dominate the whole court? "

Kowloon Taoist priest sneers.

As the chief of yutiandao, he has been practicing hard for more than 40 years. Among all the people, he is the oldest and has the strongest cultivation. He is more proficient in kendo.

"Bang Dang!"

I saw the Taoist priest of Kowloon knead a sword formula and drew the sword out of its scabbard.

The ancient sword with pine grain on his back is like the vigorous old pine and turns into a yellow haze. As soon as the flying sword came out, all of a sudden, pieces of sunlight flashed through the void, with a length of 100 meters. Taoist Changsong's sword technique is simple and unadorned. He is steady and steady. He doesn't give Qin Lang any chance at all. He is prepared to defeat Qin Lang with pure cultivation.

"Taoist priest Jiulong is worthy of being the head of Yutian's sword generation. With his" Jiulong sword technique "alone, he is in direct pursuit of immortal Zitong."

Yazi comments.

The crowd was suddenly awed.

Many people are not optimistic about Qin Lang.

Especially smile.

She used to be very elated and watched Qin Lang become very powerful, but now she can see the sword of Taoist priest Jiulong, which is like the top of Mount Tai. Suddenly he was worried again.

Whoosh, whoosh.

In the air, yellow awns gather like mountain sword Qi. Jiulong Taoist priest actually coagulates the mountain with Qi, and gathers the infinite sword Qi into a mountain peak, ready to throw the mountain to smash. This sword skill is amazing.

Although he was not a human immortal, he was proud of the whole audience and cultivated deeply in the realm of God sea.

"If you give up now, I can save your life."

Voice pretty face cold, suddenly open mouth.

She is the eldest martial sister of the supreme palace. She is deeply loved by the supreme palace master. If you really want to protect, even the thunder hall must fear three points. Everyone's eyes flashed, and they knew that Yin Yin moved his love for talent. Qin Lang could kill heiteng, whether he attacked secretly or not, but his strength was in direct pursuit of Tianjiao. If this talent is introduced into the great religion, it will become a Dixian in the future.

"Ha ha."

Qin Lang gave a faint smile. He didn't pay attention to it. He just looked at the mountain and sword on the top of Mount Tai. His face was calm and he said, "Yin Yin, the sky you see is too small. You never know the vastness of the outside world."After that, Qin Lang stretched out his crystal like palm, bent out a finger, and said slightly:

"today, let me show you what is truly invincible!"

After 40 years of hard work, the Taoist priest of Jiulong has condensed his strength and turned into a yellow sword like a small mountain peak, falling from the sky, enough to crush the aircraft carrier. And Qin Lang, just a finger to welcome, cloud light breeze light.

"This guy is still bragging at this time..."

Voice eyebrows slightly wrinkled, not happy in the heart.

She has been looking at the smile face, and finally speak, Qin Lang still does not sell face. Yin Yin has already sentenced Qin Lang to death. She is very disappointed.

Smile, tears are anxious to see, is anxious to see an incredible scene.

"Bang!"

saw that before the Qin long point, the Yellow mane of the mountain peak was blown like a bubble and turned into a way of breaking the sword. Jiulong Taoist priest condensed half a year's skill, which was harder than steel, and could not resist.

After breaking the sword, Qin Lang gently touched the tip of the pine grain sword in the startled eyes of Taoist Changsong.

"Click!"

It's an ancient sword with pine grain. It's broken from the tip of the sword. It's like a piece of paper. At the end of the day, Qin Lang points his strength in Changsong Taoist priest's chest, and then takes it back like a dragonfly skimming the water.

And the Taoist priest of Kowloon, he exploded in the air and turned into a blood mist!

One finger broken sword, broken ancient sword, kill Jiulong!

It's all dead!

Everyone didn't expect that it was the result.

When she saw this scene, her smile froze on her face. I couldn't believe it. And Wanming, purple Tianming and others, then face crazy change, such as see ghosts. Even Yazi's pupil shrinks.

Before killing heiteng, it can be said that Qin Lang sneaked in. However, this finger split Kowloon, but it really shows the invincible power of Qin Lang. Crush Tianjiao's strength.

"How could he be so strong?"

The sound and sound are confused and don't want to believe it.

And Yunfeng, who was taught in ancient times, has come forward.

"It's impossible. You must be using mean Taoism!"

After three fingers.

Yunfeng was slapped on the court by Qin Lang, and turned into a piece of meat mud.

After five fingers.

Tianxuan, the assassin of mieqing Dao, who was also not satisfied with the battle, was crushed by Qin Lang's claw and turned into a headless corpse, which was thrown down to the court.

This time, no one dares to challenge.

Black rattan, but only half a cup of tea, Qin Lang killed four Tianjiao. Although Yunfeng, Tianxuan and others are just the bottom of Tianjiao's arrogance, they are already terrible. Especially other from the beginning to the end, only one move, this is more frightening.

"It's true that if you don't sing, you'll be surprised."

The beautiful eyes of the saint in the north are shining.