Reborn Of Dragon God

WOW! The disciples were full of jubilation. The momentum of long Yungang really made some male disciples work hard.

The eyes of the world, the goal of the heart has always been only Fengyun xianzun one person!

"Long Yun, you are still so arrogant!" Ji Qianxun's angry voice, the whole body flowing the light color of qianlongtian's Secret script.

"Ji Qianxun's divine power is more than the median God! No wonder so arrogant! It seems that this time

The exclamation voice in the crowd has not been issued, Ji Qianxun has been flying out of the competition field.

The whole room was silent, and no one could understand what was going on.

Now the remaining Temple disciples on the field take Longyun as the primary goal. A total of more than 100 disciples of the middle God keep an eye on Longyun.

This meeting, Ji Qianxun has been shaking from the outside to stand up again.

Fengyun xianzun still said calmly, "there is no boundary for this meeting."

There was another uproar.

"Fairy sister, I think that old man Fengyun is crazy. He doesn't want to provoke the young master. I'm so worried." Fragrant phosphor mouth Du gets up a way.

The fairy slowly delivered a lucky magic power in the past, so that the three girls could watch the duel with changeable rules.

When standing on the court and being noticed, the enthusiasm of blood is always greater than the reason.

Ji Qianxun is like this, so are all the disciples, and Long Yun is the one who is ready to repair the rules.

In an instant, the magic skills on the field are gorgeous, and Long Yun's whole body falls into the blockade of a divine realm.

Outside this divine realm, a breath of staring at the dragon cloud all the time is like a poisonous snake.

Long Yun laughs and says to Fengyun xianzun and all the gods, "the meeting of immortals and gods has been held since the time of the gods. It aims to stimulate the gods to cultivate and defend the heaven and to bless all the spirits. What have you done and seen now?"

Although Long Yun kept talking, his body didn't catch the magic skill of a temple disciple.

"The way of Confucianism!" Fengyun xianzun didn't want to talk to him. After a little meditation, he said in a loud voice, "the disciple who won the first place, Ben xianzun, rewarded a Jinshen pill. There was a reward for the top ranking!"

This once again raised the enthusiasm of the disciples on the stage.

Long Yunzhong shook his head and vomited, "there's no cure!"

Only Long Yun no longer dodges, a wooden thin sword suddenly appears in front of him.

Those disciples woke up after their magic skills were all rebounded, but they also confused everyone.

Long Yun's face was expressionless. He usually held Shengyuan emperor's sword in his hand. He looked up and said to himself, "do you want to see the bleeding? According to you! It's not that I'm Long Yun and elegant, but I don't want to be hung on my face by the word "stupid!"

Shua ground for a while, dragon cloud wields sword, strong wind suddenly rises, cold wind stirs up, time all at that moment static.

The "poisonous snake" outside God lost the breath of Longyun in an instant. To be exact, it was cut off by Longyun's sword.

"Sister fairy, where are you, young master?" After Long Yun wields his sword, Xiang Yu counts down his hair.

Xiao Gao has never seen a dragon cloud sword, and how does that wooden sword feel like an evil weapon.

"Long Yun didn't move, but his breath was cut off by him, so you didn't see him." Explained the fairy.

She really couldn't find the location of Longyun in the moment just now, which was incredible.

But with the strange power of Longyun's sword increased, the fairy finally caught the breath of Longyun.

"Ah! My hand

"My feet! Am I still alive? "

Fengyun immortal Zun looks at the crazy appearance of those disciples around Longyun on the field. They are still well. Why are they so scared?

Fortunately, there is still one person on the field, and the breath is coming quietly to Longyun.

"Qianlongyuan! Thousand magic holy body open

A high God pressure in the middle level cleared the fog of sword Qi just now.

The magic power like dream adds a warm breath to Xiao Liang on the field.

But behind this gorgeous, it is the cold and gloomy meaning, mixed in the changeable mirage.

In the face of such illusions, the most important thing for Long Yun is to avoid his real moves.

However, qianlongyuan's magic has shown its elegant demeanor since ancient times. In this case, the dreamland overlaps and covers, and if the middle cannot be broken by force.

It will be like a lamb to be slaughtered, destroyed by the cold deep power.

When Ji Qianxun's magic body was opened, it was like heaven's help.

In his dreamland, he seems to be omnipotent.

There are blood marks on Long Yun's body constantly jumping out when the gesture is waving, and the scene is extremely tragic.

Long Yun's Shengyuan emperor's sword fell at his feet, and Ji Qianxun was walking towards him step by step.

"Young master, he can't beat that boy. Young master, take up your sword! They've been wiped out by three, five and two! " I hate it.The fairy couldn't help laughing and said, "just now, I didn't let my young master meddle in his own business. Now, how can I talk back?"

"I didn't want to see the young master bullied. I thought those Temple disciples were not his opponents at all. How could I know there was a strange little hairy head, huh!" Incense phosphor wronged way.

"Look, Long Yun won't lose, at least that person is not qualified!" The fairy's confident eyes immediately reassured Xiangyu, while Xiaogao seriously understood the moves of both sides.

"It turns out that you are the descendant of Qianlong Protoss. You can be regarded as a small Protoss in ancient times. Then my secret book is really for the right people. Ha ha!" Long Yun suddenly laughs happily in Ji Qian's dreamland.

"What! Did you give me the secret script? Why? " Ji Qianxun's mind vibrates.

"Take what you need. I forgot to tell you. I've always been lucky." Long Yun took out the piece of qianyuanpei.

"Long Yun, you took my jade pendant! Give it back to me! " Ji Qianxun manipulates a magic power of mirage and cuts a hole on Long Yun.

If he could see the scene under his clothes carefully, he would be surprised to find that the cut healed immediately.

"Then you also took my secret script?" Long Yun's stall road.

"What are they doing? Conspiracy? We can't be tricked by them! Brothers, take advantage of now! "

The temple disciples who are no longer influenced by Shengyuan Tianzi sword immediately attack Longyun and jiqianxun.

"To die!" Ji Qianxun turned back and snorted coldly. The powerful fantasy directly covered the whole field.

Now, without Long Yun's help, Ji Qianxun has solved the "trouble".

In order to express his "gratitude", Long Yun takes out a sword again in the dreamland, which makes Ji Qianxun confused.

"Is this boy Jianxiu?"