The Dangerous Cultivator

At least, in the effort of half a column of incense, he has seen the scarred child take no less than fifty best elixir.

It was in his Feng's Xu Mihuan that he definitely did not have many of the best elixir.

"Such a wickedness will remain a disaster for the world.

Feng Xifeng's eyes were cold, and suddenly, a little cold star was shot.

With two palms in a box, the divine sword that constantly surrounds the body stops suddenly.

The rotten silver shattered, the sky glowed suddenly, and the clouds in the sky shuddered.

The clear sky of Ubisoft and the last rays of the setting sun brought out the last bright red.

The red sword that always jumped in the void finally fell into Feng Xifeng's palm.

He stroked the sword's body, his eyes showed an intoxicating affection, and he spoke without any hint. "This sword has been with me for nine years and 207 days. Since five years ago, a sword has come to an end. The group of demons forced to retreat, killing 327 demon demons, 18 people in the condensate realm, there was no calculation below the sea of ​​Qi, the sword came out and the thief died, and no one just blocked its front. Can be supported under the sword of God. You are the first.

"Thank you for the compliment, is there any reward!"

Xu Yi smiled slightly.

On clicking, the branch under Wen's ancestor collapsed suddenly.

A boring drama, seeing now, only three-pointed taste, how can we tolerate the little thief so deflected the style of painting.

Feng Xifeng's chest was suffocated suddenly, his head was raised, his eyes were pale, "Xia Zong can't speak ice, but I just want to hang it, but I didn't expect you to be a mortal, then accept-die!"

"Ning!"

Feng Xi drank a storm, his body compressed violently, and the whole person was short. The divine sword in his palm suddenly glowed brightly. From a distant view, it was like a bright torch. When he was within a hundred feet, a gust of wind suddenly burst and the clouds were rolling in the sky They dispersed, and the giant waterfall in the distance was blown up by the squall wind.

This made the world and the world look huge, and immediately attracted everyone's attention. The fierce battles outside the Great Falls were stagnant. Countless people had to stop fighting and stabilize their figures.

"I mean kill!"

Feng Xifeng drank aloud, and the Shenyi sword raised sharply in his hand, and the Shenyi sword soared ten feet in an instant, across the world.

The horrible killing intentions, the coercion of the beasts and beasts around them, have exploded.

At this moment, the dispute in front of the giant waterfall has completely stopped, and all eyes are condensed on the interweaving of bright silver and scarlet.

"Suffer!"

Feng Xifeng spit out a blood spurt, and the ten-foot-long divine sword wrapped in supreme killing, cut off abruptly. With a sword coming out, huge coercion caused the two sides of the river below ten feet to separate. The deep vortex, pointed by the sword, actually appeared a black hole.

Murderous intentions, sword reminders boundless!

Xu Yi stayed still, his closed eyes suddenly opened, it seemed that even the flesh and blood were aware of the overlap between life and death, the tiny pores closed instantly, and the hairs were as straight as electricity, the Lingtai was clear and greeted The bright red **** sun.

He caught it!

It was easy to catch the sky, and the sky was full of swords, he caught it easily.

The iron essence in the hand, which was hot enough to roast scorched meat, soared wildly, and met the sword that could cut off the mountains.

Yin Liang meets the brilliant red, clang!

With a sound, Xu Yi's pores were exploded!

clang!

Feng Xifeng couldn't believe his ears. Under the divine will, everything was broken. In the end, anything could block the divine sword and make a sound of fighting.

Under the great earthquake, Feng Xifeng was lucky enough to see what was able to block the sword of God, but saw a scene that made him unforgettable and heartbreaking forever.

In mid-air, the sword of God's heart exploded, and the last touch of the setting sun reflected a thousand points of red gold that spilled over the river.

Divine Sword Broken!

Divine Sword Broken!

Not only Feng Xifeng, but everyone watching it was stupid.

Great Yue Sword King Feng Xifeng, the sword of divine will be supernatural!

Da Yue Sword King, half-length prestige, stops at this sword, and now, the God of Sword is broken.

The crowd was disappointed, and Xu Yi was so dazzling and energetic. He folded and enlarged the iron essence with a full circle, his body flashed, and he rushed towards Feng Xifeng. The left palm and right palm gave birth to countless rounds, forming a dragon, roaring towards Feng Westerly wind rolled up.

Feng Xifeng lost his soul, and it was the sky that collapsed, and he couldn't call back his attention.

The Qi Long moment came, right in the middle of Feng Xifeng's chest, a click, the best robes shattered, and Feng Xifeng spurted blood.

Frightened, Xu Yi had actually killed him, Feng Xifeng felt a cold in his left hand, and stared at it. His left hand had been held, and the scarred child held a green stick and struck his head.

The prestige of the unknown green stick is arrogant like a thin man, but when it sticks, it loses its resistance.

Feng Xifeng secretly guarded for a long time, and early regarded it as the Supreme Secret of the Promise.

Frightened, she developed a sense of wit, and slammed her left palm on the left wrist. She actually took off her left arm and stepped on it under her feet. She was so angry as a drum, and a smoke slipped away. Even the Xu Mihuan at the wrist was too late. miss.

Xu Yiwan did not expect Feng Xifeng to be so fierce, he closed the Xu Mihuan and hurried away.

The surname Feng surpassed him for a long time, and Xu Yi had hated it for a long time. At this moment, he would not beat the water dog any more.

After chasing and escaping, a weird scene that shocked everyone's chin was born.

Feng Xifeng fled in a hurry before, and the scarred Taoist man chased after him.

This style of painting is so eye-catching, it is really dazzling.

Deep in the memory of everyone, Feng Jian Wang is second only to the soul ancestors. He wore white clothes, fluttering clothes, holding a sword to protect his body, a turn of broken armor and a turn of his life.

Really peerless master, coercion.

Even before Banzhuxiang, Feng Jianwang was able to compete with the ancestors of the Wen family, chasing scarred children without a way to the sky, without access to the ground, and out of the sword of God. Scarred children only had the skills of parry There is no power to fight back, the Excalibur is everywhere, scarred children all over the body and scales, how magnificent.

Suddenly, the situation flipped, the style of painting changed, and Feng Jian Wang, who was always an invincible hero, was defeated by his men in the past and fled into the wasteland. What a matter!

There is a gimmick who really can't stand the style of this painting, and suddenly opened his throat and roared, "You are the sword king, how can you scare to death!"

As soon as this remark was made, Feng Xifeng's pale and handsome face suddenly became red, and his anger surged, and then he urged Jian Jue to take the man's life.

Unexpectedly, the sword move has lost its induction.

Feng Xifeng's thin heart shattered into slag.

"Dignant Sword King, just running away without a head, it's really a loss of identity. We might as well stop, we have done a game, some let you have an arm!"

Xu Yi laughed from afar, with the utmost irony.

Fortunately, even if Feng Xifeng was physically and mentally injured, the previous Yu Jian consumed a lot of energy, and the roots were still there. For a while, he could not catch up, and had to resort to the radical method again.

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