The One and Only

Wan Jian returns a pair of swords, the star river swords are in the star river.

It is also a firefliness, the two people are exactly different. Lin Yun has dragon phoenix, and Zhao is unpredictable is the holy fire burning day, and the black lotus is killed.

boom!

This is a sword, like a needle tip to Mai Mang, and smashing the majestic waves on the Tibetan Lake.

Lin Yunlunson three points, the arms were shocked, and he was so lively, and he was so swallowed to the edge of Tibetan Lake.

"Was away?"

Zhao Wuqi one hand pinched the sword, one hand behind him, stepped on the water waves raised, pushing up and chased it.

At this time, Lin Yun removed the sword of the body, the sword was gathered in the water.

The water is rolled up, and there is rumor, Lin Yun came to Zhao's acute.

"Die flowers flowers!"

Lin Yun handed into the burial flowers, injected Nirvana, and an ancient god tree, the blink of an eye has a trend.

The sky is falling, Lin Yunyi sword.

"Good swords!"

Zhao has a lot of laughs, and the backhand blocks this sword, and the body is sliding hundreds of meters on the water.

If you are, you will definitely be flying by this sword.

However, Zhao has no great difference. He rushed around two water curtains in the left and right, soon stabilized the body and avoided the strongest front of this sword.

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Zhao Wuji just avoided, Lin Yun is a sword, breaking the surface, splashing a large crystal clear water.

Those water are clear and transparent, but it is actually a compassion of the sacred water, and wants to shake extremely difficult.

Lin Yunyu, the body is ethereal, people who are swords, the body dances on the water waves.

He is like a fairy in the sword, chasing Zhao's helplessness.

Zhao Wuji's black lotus is turned to the ultimate, the mystery of this method, making people enjoying the chaos.

Once you will be exhibited, after all, he is still chasing him.

"In the day!"

Lin Yun's body is in the air, and the sword will gather the aggregated water, these water flows under the sword.

It has become very hot, and the blink of an eye has become a liquid metal fireball. It will become hot in the sword lake.

Seeing this big day, he wanted to smash the Zhao's helpless. He suddenly turned, and the sword fell.

"cut!"

A Ten Paul's sword will be killed from the bottom, and the hard born will be half a half in the day, and the trend is not limited, still to Lin Yun.

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That is a black sword, the surface of the swords emerged, and the void is cracking.

It will be wrapped in it.

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Zhao's helmet is in the same place, the black lotus in the foot is blooming. He dances, a black sword with a verse, is like a lotus petal.

For a time, the void is everywhere, the sword is interlaced, and the sky is a strange scripture in the sky.

Lin Yunniao in the air, stepped on the water, just like the dragon flying, after several dodge, falling on the statue of the Lake.

"This Zhao has no pole is the Tianjiao of the Black Pompraine, whether it is a sword, or a martial arts, or the thickness of Nirvana, and the strength of the flesh, it is not comparable."

Above the statue of the dragon, Lin Yun Si is like electricity, and it is judged by Zhao's unpredigatory strength.

If he is full, it is difficult to hurt him in the Qingyuan.

In other words, Lin Yun can't take him as a monk, he has been half-holy strength.

"Zhao's helpless can not easily win him? It is actually a balance, and his star river swords can have reached a small building." Tianyu went to the wind and unbelievable.

The valley mirror smiled coldly, said: "Feng Shengling, you haven't seen it yet, this night's star river swords also have small buildings, and even stronger."

"what!"

When he was hit in the heart, he has been thinking, why is it so big to have a gap with the other party.

Why didn't even hit it, but never thought that the other star river sword will go to Xiaocheng, this is a little too exaggerated.

In theory, once the star river swords are entitled, they can be piled up to Xiaocheng as long as there is enough resources.

Prerequisites that the swords have also been kept, otherwise, not only, but harmful.

Keeping swords, can't keep up, and rush to swallow those swordsman, once you can't digest, you will cause a big problem.

Otherwise, the resource of the Tibetan Villa, the Sword of Feng Shengli has become great, and even the peak is satisfactory.

At the moment, I suddenly heard the Valley Mirror. The wind was shocked, and the heart was stunned. "He is really a rare Wizard, a few days before and after five hundred years?"

Valley mirror is faint: "Don't I know, but his star river sword is not small, it has long been defeated in Zhao's helpless."

The wind is like a dead ash, this is aware that he is before and the other person says that there is a childish.

Thanks to him, he wants to treat the other party as a foot stone. In fact, he does not have the qualifications of Lin Yun as a pad stone.

This talent is gap, where is it for five hundred years!

It seems that the deep valley mirror, the inner depth is also shocked, even there is a hint of envy.

Such young people have this talent, and the future achievements are really unimaginable.

"This guy is really a deep-hidden, and I didn't expect that he would have such strength, but the funeral bonus is just like this."

The waves of the Warriors were a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at Lin Yun on the Tibetan Lake, she seems to suddenly find that this night is also very handsome.

"You can't say that he is kinky | thief?" Ye Yu Ling is next.

"At this time, I will now doubt that he and the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred." Ye Zizhen is positive.

Ye Yu Ling smiled and had to say that this night is really too shocking.

It is no wonder the Peak Lord Huskawa, and it is interested that she knows some, the eyes of the peak are indeed unreasonable.

"Zhao is really strong, but the night is really not worthless." Ye Yu Ling seriously.

Tibetan Lake, Zhao Wuyi stood above the black lotus, and the two black Lingbu moved behind the wind.

Even if he has no action at this moment, there is an invisible sword around the body, just like a verse.

This is an extremely mysterious sword method, which is a powerful inheritance of the black feather.

He didn't master the sword, but if someone dared to close him close to him, he would definitely be tearned by this sword.

In the eyes of others, Zhao has no greatness, which belongs to the Tianjiao, which is completely unable to see.

Lin Yun stood on the statue of the dragon, and the sword was standing, and his eyes did not look at the other side.

"If I now show the initial sword of the moment, I have a chance to defeat him immediately."

Lin Yunxin has been thinking, or it is still negative this idea.

The light of the moment is the beginning of the reincarnation, and it is one of the most powerful basemen in his hand.

On the sky, there are two powerful characters.

Other base cards can be exposed, this card is not allowed to expose.

"Black lotus!"

Zhao Wuji took the lead in breaking this short stalemate, people got on the lake, his posture is light, and the sword in his hand picked up a round of murder in the lake.

This is the ghost super-printed priest in the black feather fencing, is already comparable to entry-level dragon-level swordsmanship, and power is strong.

To some extent, he is not a dragon-level sword method.

The opponent has a password inheritance, Lin Yun did not, but he also had his own reliance.

" !"

Lin Yun jumped on the Dragon statue, and this sword seems to break the space, hundreds of meters away from the sword.

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That round is directly broken, Lin Yun returns to the sword, he is like the cliff in the sky, it is the sea behind him.

boom!

The sword waved the way, and the space that was forcing the closer, released in ten times.

"It's also the firefly sword of the holy roll. This night will be a few swords!"

Everyone exclaimed, before Lin Yun took two swords, everyone did not feel much.

But the third sword was easily displayed, so that the Swordsman disciples had to be surprised.

The Black Lian has not bloomed, and the Mingyue has not risen, and the black lotus of Zhao is completely smashed.

"Fire tree silver flower!"

Then, the Jianwei, Lin Yun's counterattack officially started.

Lin Yun's body and a flame god tree fused, he held a burial flower, his foot shutdown, turning between, showing thousands of people.

The fire tree has silver bloom, thousands of people, thousands of silver, thousands of swords, while blooming.

boom!

There is an extremely beautiful scene on the Tibetan Lake, the interlaced figure, the dense sword light, there is a flawless silver flower, which makes up a pound of the sword whirlwind.

In the bloom in the bloom, sparks in the bloom, it is not very sleepy in it, and he cannot show his character.

Zhao has a sinking, he has no other way, can only be forced to sacrifice his star phase.

The black magic lotion, the upper end of the magic lotus is sitting in a black magic, double blood red, like the ancient magic God.

"Black lotus!"

After his shock and silver flowers, he was shining in the silver flowers, and showed his own tricks.

The black feather sword method has a total of thirteen swords. This sword is already the strongest sword he can master.

"not enough."

Lin Yun wrist shake, gathered over the shredded silver, cherish, funeral flowers in his hand.

Thousands of silver flowers, directly gathered into a silver fire dragon, killing in the rapid rotation.

boom!

The horrible vastness collides, and the latter two people are interlaced, their respective holy swords also collided, and the blood stone loud rings of the vibration.

The many warpars of the swords from the distance, completely can't see the figure of the two people, can only see the two majestic and vast vastness of violent impact.

Rumble, the lake is covered with a layer of waves.

The Buddha is angry, sending a sorrow, let everyone feel a sink.

This confrontation, even fighting aqi.

On the watchtock, the excitement is even more than enough.

"My God, these two people have not been too powerful, with their strength, the people of Nirvana are afraid that it is really unable to block a trick."

"Only half of the holy can only hold them."

"I don't necessarily, these two people have a holy rumor, whether Zhao is helpless or night, will become the overlord of the heavens and the earth."

"The two can be possible to become the title of Judan!"

The two handed this to this point, which has already been forgotten, and it is immersed in such a surprised hand.

If the non-famous conference, this is a peerless genius, and they can't see this life.

Hey!

After the Mars splashes, after another, the two are all on the foorage.

Lin Yunxian appeared a silk fracture, with blood, and the sword was dripped.

Zhao has no greatness, and his star is full, and the palm is a few gaps.

In the impact of the square, as long as the two holy is slightly weak, the flesh has to be torn into a fragment.

Zhao helilted his death, he had the strongest opponent since he met.

He stared at Lin Yun in the distance, and he didn't fear the color in his eyes, but he burst into powerful battles.

"kill!"

Zhao Wuji holds the sword to stand in front of the body, the left hand double finger is close together, and it is placed on the sword.

The water on the sword lake, followed.

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A drop of holy water spirits, penetrating from the lake, and then continuously gathered toward Zhao Wuji.

In a short while, there will be thousands of holy Shuimin.

"Destroy!"

Zhao helmy masters the flame will of ice attribute. When he spit out this word, tens of thousands of Tani Shui Jinjin simultaneously burned.

Seeing this scene, the warp of the swords is shocked.

The sacred water is a drop of people, but Zhao has no extreme, but it can control the 10,000 drops. Every drop is comparable to a flame holy sword.

When the finger roses the moment of the sword, the blood splashes, and Zhao has no power to fierce.

boom!

Tens of thousands of slopes of the holy water, make the rain in the rain, shrouded the space where Lin Yun is located.

Hurry!

Black water drops, it seems to ignite the void, as long as one drop can be easily hit.

Lin Yun deep sucks, and then funeral flowers.

boom!

Tibetan lakes directly violently rigid, and each dragon roll is up to Baizhang, and it is still rising.

The swing of the swing is hit by this dragon, and a series of impacts let the ground crazy trembled.

The space where the two is located, like the end of the world, the people who look at it is numb.

"Relighted"! "

Lin Yun flew out directly, rumbling, and there was a sound of thunder in the world.

He turned into a shocking and went, and the few unclear lightning was dropped, and went toward the burial flowers.

After a while, I gathered the world's terrorist sword.

Another firefly sword?

Zhao Wuyi was shocked, and Lin Yun also kills him.

This is the firefly sword of the holy roll. How can he master the five swords, and every sword is approaching the situation.

Hey!

Even if he dodge in advance, it is still in this sword, and the black rose is immediately felt.

There are many scars of a few , and the blood is eucalyptus, such as spring.

He avoided the key, but this sword is very unparalleled, and the wound is deeply visible.

Mix the star river swords of the thunderstanding, let him look pale and painful in the opposite side.

It's still a good enough, and if this sword is enough to take him into half.

A hit, Lin Yun held up, did not give anything about any wheezing.

He looked with the void, funeral fire, refers to the sky, and a hundred miles will be ignited.

The flames of the swords are condensed, covering the sky, the fire-free Lin Yun is terrible.

Bang!

It's terrible, the swords on him, can't be described in words.

The lake has set off a stormy waves, and Zhao has no poles, and even the stations cannot be done.

"how can that be!"

Zhao has no secret eyes, his head is numb, looks at Lin Yun, a long-standing Lin Yun, is scared to swear.

Another firefly god sword into the holy roll!

"Wan Hui!"

"It is definitely a fire burning day, how can this, six swords!"

Everyone on the watch will stand up, and the eyes are not looking for their own looks.

That is a void, and the Lin Yun, which is rumored, as if he is very high, and the people who look at it.

"I surrender!"

If this sword is falling, Zhao has no great care, and it is directly called.

But this sword has become a big trend, Lin Yun can't accept it, he only has to deviate from the angle.

Thousands of flames burned the sky, endless anger, with the burial flowers, deeply unbearable Tianwei like a silver river to fill a hairpin.

boom!

The sword light flashes, the vast and boundless Tibetan lake is cut into two halves in hard studies, and the left and right lake water is like a waterfall.

Zhao Wuyi himself is directly out of the shock, in front of this vast sword, he is like a drop of rain, it can't be careful.

Everyone is full of dumbfounded, and a look is looking to Lin Yun, and it is a color in the eyes.