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The 455th chapter of the funeral fifth floor, the environment is abnormal, and the sky will fall from time to time in the sky.

There is a sign, there is a blade, with a sword, and even a fierce beast, horror.

Lin Yun, who went to the rush, stepping on the ancient stone platform floating in half, continuously pulling high.

The more it is, the bigger the risk is bigger.

It is also a bloody javelin, scratching the sky, such as Jinghong generally thorns to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun god cold, five fingers, the truth was surging the Chinese dragon.

Boxing is like a sword, and the sword is condensed, and the blood tag is bombing.

Bang!

The gun is just broken, and it is a great in the mountains, and it will be put down from the sky.

Lin Yun stressed that it was still suppressed in the air in the air in the empty stone platform.

Take the ,, under the violent impact, there is a hint of cracks in the stone platform.

The ancient times broke, the remaining wave dissipated, the young face was slightly pale, and the mouth was overflowed from the blood stains.

Looking up, the blood of the blood is like Wang Yang is typically surging.

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The eyes are flashing, and Lin Yun's feet is heavy in the ground, and this ancient stone is shocked directly.

If a person blasted an arrow, he rushed over the sky in a faster speed.

Hey!

The enthusiasm of the sword was blocked by him to the ultimate, the lot of lightning, has not been crushed by the sword.

Seeing him, it will rush into the blood cloud.

Suddenly, the immersing tens of life, the roaring roar sounded in the blood cloud.

Like the sticky blood cloud, suddenly keep causing, next moment, suddenly condense a bloody hoe, Zhang Dou will swallow up toward Lin Yun.

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The blood color is over, an old stone platform is swallowed in the spot and melts on the spot.

The corner of the hoe, there is a residue flow, like the blood flowing out of the stone platform is generally very strange.

Lin Yun asked, his flesh is not harder than these stone pats, and it is afraid that it is difficult to escape.

If you can go to the door, you have to retreat, nor is the character of his Lin Yun.

In the air, Lin Yun is suddenly awkward, and the light is flashed.

There is a wind, from him, there is no end, the wind is getting bigger and bigger, and it is too big to make this world.

What is the wind? From me, this party is promoted, from the wind, and the clouds.

Waiting for the blood, the Lin Yin fierce will shrink when it is approaching.

If the jade palm, the lightning is shot, and the blood clouds in the sky are turned on.

Big!

wind!

strength!

The next moment, the bloody hoe in the face, there is a deep trap, and it is immediately cracking.

There is the same wind toward the same day, and the support is straight up to 90,000!

With the broken hoe, Lin Yun is straight, and the end is in the end of the rolling blood cloud.

In vicissitial, a intangible film will block him in the cloud.

Lin Yun is thinking, here is the final gateway.

Lift a glimpse, the Lin Yun burst into a sword, one step, leaving many residues, coming to this film.

Lucky hands is a punch, and I'm bombarded.

Diamond printing, blank print, volleyprint print, Tian Tian Print ... Waiting to Mang, when you fall on a film, Dragon Tiger fucks four printed.

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The surprises were burst out in the clouds, and the film of the film was still unable to be broken.

The silk crack, spread the glare, and the people did not open his eyes.

With horrible energy, from the slit, the four stacks of Lin Yunzhen fly out.

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"Start?"

In the burial sword forest, the thirteen of the old wine was looked at, and the sword bamboo in the forest was self-speaking.

Diffuse in the sword array in the forest, the ground rises, a silky sword light, keeping up towards the night sky.

When you are booming, when you rise to the sky, you are like a meteor.

"With the name of the sword, I will bloom!"

Lin Yun, who was shocked in the blood cloud, between his hands and printed, between him, and suddenly showed a diameter of a 0.5 yel.

In an instant, the breath on Lin Yun has risen again, almost just shocked.

He has a thin film that has already given a crack with ten times, and bursts.

"Broken!

In the drunk voice, the young five fingertips, fist, such as swords, slamming on this film.

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Silk cracks, crazy spread, followed by cracking.

"Cheng!

Lin Yun's face flashed, and his body was flashed, and the end was.

Just in the flash of flashing, a lot of free radiance in the burial forest, suddenly gathered, condensed into a shine sword.

Jian Mang broke through the burial sword, came to the night sky of the emperor of the emperor, straight into the clouds, the end of this.

Everyone in the Emperor Emperor, suddenly saw the incredible scene.

The whole night sky, under this sword, a shining, scattered the night, and the whole starry sky is bright.

As if, the whole starry sky is lit by this tang.

The starry sky of Daqin, this moment is blooming, but it is just not to look, and the light is flashing, and it is abrupt.

"What did I see it?"

"The stars shine ... is wrong, it is a smell of the sword, and it will give it a whole starry sky.

"what happened?"

"Is this big Qin, is it going to change?"

Many people are awkward, even doubt themselves, is it a mistake.

Only some of the people, look at the direction of the burial sword, the face is slightly changed, muttered: "That direction ... Is the person in the Lingxiao Sword?"

The unveiled vision of the ages, there will be many people sleep.

Especially, this vision is still there, and the eight strong is just the birth of the night.

But fortunately, this vision only exists in a moment, come fast, go fast.

"Good spectacular!

In the sixth floor of the burial sword, Lin Yun stood on an ancient stone platform, this whole six-storey world, only a stone platform is the feet.

During the sky, there is no Lei Yun, it is a star, a stars.

He is placed, as if it can touch the star.

Looking up, look at it carefully, it will find that it is not a real star.

Instead, a sword is a bright graph, crazy, and the vast star chart.

Every star has a dazzling sword, let people look up.

In the staring, it seems that the soul can fall in.

"Scary ..."

Before you will fall, Lin Yun recovered the line of sight and looked at the Quartet environment.

At the foot of this ancient stone platform, this is the vast space, the only Wujian Taiwan.

Without thinking, he reached out and funeral swords were held tightly.

After he is stationed, the ears sounded an old voice.

"Into six layers, I don't know the congenital sword, will always stay here, or is a star, or is a starry sky ..."

The ancient voice, indifferent and ruthless, giving people a feeling of cold cold.

Star, Starry Sky, with my strength, if you stay here, I am afraid that I can only make the star empty.

Lin Yun is dignified, and the heart is dark.

Boom!

When the ancient sound disappeared, the sky suddenly had swords and light, and the horror of swords, it seems that the owner destroyed the power of the earth.

Every sword is like a star, and thousands of swords is light, and it is an endless star chemical, and the bump falls.

Thousands of stars have gathered together, the stone clouds of the stone, Suthers tremble, and the endless ends feel burst.

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In the blink of an eye, these falling stars will be annihilated.

At a moment of annihilation, Lin Yunnao, an idea of ​​many thousand strange ideas, all from these swords and light derivatives.

Lin Yunxin moves in the heart, quickly immersed in it, dare not miss any fantastic light.

After a long time, Lin Yun's real yuan surged, he held a funeral sword, and danced on this stone platform.

The sword is dancing, the real yuan roar, a sword is in this ancient stone platform, leaving a deep impression.

"To master the integrity of the congenital sword, you have to create a sword belonging to you, and my natural clove seems to be homemade.

It can be actually actually, and it is too strong to be strong in the water and moon priest method.

Not, it is my sword ... "

Similar to the Tianlei break, the swallowing star of the core of the heart of the heart is so.

If you want homemade, the sword moves that have no traces, difficult, difficult to get it.

"But if I can succeed, there is no doubt, I will lead these people.

It is also necessary to master the true and complete congenital swords, and I will also win the grasp of Qin Yu.

Lin Yun's never had never been dignified, knowing that if you are sleepy, you will die.

But at this moment, all of his heart is not excited before, this is the desire of swordsman in the congenital sword.

Immediately, in this old stone platform, Lin Yun held the sword.

Learn your life, in the sword, look for your own way.

At the same time, he is also waiting for the fall of the next star.

Bathing in the star, there will be a lot of mobilized ideas in my mind, bringing him an endless inspiration.

I don't know how long, Lin Yun has experienced the bathing of eight star mandes in this stone stage.

Every time I progress, he faintly felt that he was unlimited from the complete congenital sword.

Only window paper is left, it will be easily broken.

It can have such a god, which cannot be separated from his own sword. It is unable to do it.

"Fluctuation, Raymeling Prosecraft, Bay Sword, Water Moon Sword ... This is the four sword laws learned since I have learned, except for the sword, other three swordsmanship, I almost cultivate the highest realm. .

What I have to do is to find the swords of my heart, and then this layer of window is broken.

Lin Yun's eyes flashed, very close.

At this time, in this space, suddenly echoing the voice of the 13th.

"Kid, you have already bathed eight times, if it is nine, you can't master the congenital sword.

This is a sudden hurt you. I said that you don't have the Zifu's cultivation of six layers, almost once, these Xingmang will blend you into powder, no one can save you.

The voice of the thirteen, like a pot of cold water, poured on Lin Yun.

Let him change his face, nine times ... That is, only one chance? Lin Yun looked up, the star of the swords of swords, thousands of gathers, and the gorgeous light rain was once again dropped.