The sword on his body is intended to rise and converge towards the front continuously. The body of the golden black with three legs is becoming more and more huge. The unbearable high temperature makes even Rowling's body covered with sweat.

"Yes, there's nothing wrong. That's what it feels like!" Luo Lin clenched his fists and looked at the three legged golden crows in front of him, only to feel his fighting spirit rising.

Rowling has a strong intuition that as long as he can defeat the three legged golden crow in front of him, he will surely be promoted to the legendary swordsman.

Without waiting for Rowling to think more, he saw that the three feet of golden crow spread their golden and red wings, and surrounded by fierce flames, flew towards Rowling.

It seems that the movement is slow, but every time the wings incite, the distance between the three feet of golden crow and Rowling will quickly close, and in an instant, they rush to Rowling.

The flame seemed to devour Rowling, but he was not afraid at all. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were shining with dangerous light. His hair was flying with ink, and his gunwu burning flew out of the scabbard with a light chant.

The cold light flickers, the cold breath twinkles on it, turns into white ice crystal and dissipates in the air.

"Death Song repentance song!" Luo Lin held Gan Wuzhuo in his hand. A large number of ice crystals flashed from the blade. With one sword, the sword spirit like crescent moon cut off the golden red sky in an instant.

The golden red sky was cut off by the waist, filled with a large number of ice crystals, ice crystals and golden red flame echo each other, dyed the infinite broad sky.

The sky is very beautiful, like a spectacle, but Rowling did not go to enjoy the beauty, his chest appeared a bowl size burns.

It was the flame of the golden crow that burned Lorraine's chest.

"Hiss ~" Rowling took a breath and whispered, "it really hurts!"

Although he said so, Rowling's chest was soon restored to its original state by the sword God's blood.

Luo Lin's eyes are staring at the three feet of gold, he is rare serious.

"Wither, are you ready?"

Gan Wu's burning sword trembled slightly, and Rowling's mouth was slightly tilted.

On the body of the sword, the ice crystal is covered, but on the ice crystal cover, the flame really rises on it.

"Yan Yan. Yan Shangyan!"

"Death Song repentance song!"

One sword, two sword skills.

Only Rowling can do this skill with the help of withering. The flame and ice interweave and swallow each other, just like a yin and a Yang, reaching an unprecedented balance.

Half of the gold red half of the dark blue chopping, chopping on the body of three feet of gold.

The whole body is made up of three feet of gold and red flame. It seems that there is nothing. With the help of the flame, the wound disappears in an instant.

It looks like Rowling's sword God blood.

"If this is a trial, is it too difficult?"

Rowling's hands are hanging on both sides, and his hands are hard to grasp. His mood seems to be very low.

Rowling seems to have been hit by the power of the golden black.

The three legged golden crows raised their voices, and the clear and crisp sound resounded through the sky, just like a roc spreading its wings, as if celebrating or demonstrating for themselves.

But three feet of golden Wu did not find Luo Lin Mou son hidden in the very deep madness!

And this madness, only when Rowling is serious, will appear!

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