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Thunder, Qinglian, Sun Month!

With the vastness of the green trees, the villain of the purple blew, and then Lin Yun's immortal sword is a three sword of his own.

Every sword of these three swords is comparable, even surpass the power of the master of the master, and the promotion of his swords can be further further.

Higher confstitutional martial arts, even in that party, it is extremely rare.

In addition to the super sect, other forces want to find, it is necessary to not only financial and resources, but also need a mile.

In this passage of the sky, only the existence of the high-level domain has highly confined martial arts.

If Lin Yun has not remembered, the martial arts threshold is extremely high. At least to the peak of the Tianzhu, and even the two stations can have no worries.

Otherwise, the cultivation will go into the magic, and people have not hurt themselves.

For example, on the green tree, the vision of the purple scallions, he can feel clearly, which contains the pounds.

But I don't dare to vent it, the realm is not enough, I can't use my own power, otherwise it will definitely support the burst.

"Seven days of approximately two days left, it is enough.

Lin Yun will receive jade, light self-calling.

As a top superior grade priest, common sense, two days will definitely be cultivated.

The qualification is slightly poor, and it is possible for a few months or even a half year.

It can be said to Lin Yun, he has already enlightened for a long time, and it is possible to have a small and even Dadu.

Just I have never been able to realize it, now I am not only true, but also integrate into my own feelings.

It is necessary to practice.

Ten years of hard work, a similar truth is a similar reason.

Lin Yun first practiced the thunder, this is the tenth sword of the Qing Dynasty thirteen swords. It is necessary to condense the wind thunder swords as the fog, and then condensed as a silk.

It takes extremely powerful swords, and it can have such delicate control.

Taking his peak, the spiritual sword is natural, there is more than enough, and it does not need to be too powerful.

After a few trials, Lin Yun's eyes were deeply embarrassed, and the fog was flourished.

His clear and bright eyes are in this fog, if the star is blurred, it is dazzling, and it is very close, but it can be accepted from endless distant distance.

"Sword!

Lin Yun reached out, funeral flowers and funeral flowers, were held tightly in the palm.

The Zifu is only a tree trunk, and one-eight-eight tree is broken, and the breaks of branches are in the middle of the two swords.

In an instant, it melted into a vast wind and thunder, and the like is in the funeral sword. It is a big way.

The glare lightning, shining this ground-down battlefield, is everywhere.

His sword in his hand is even more like a round of Thunder, and people don't dare to look directly.

Feel the strength of the sword, Lin Yun is calm, calmly, and loudly: "Wind.

The sword in the wind and thunder is instantly exploded, and the thunder's strength is tearing, while, Lin Yun's immortal sword is awkward.

Let this broken lightning, broken, and the sword is further condensed.

Boom!

When he waited for him, the wind was fog, and there was a breath to fill all the spaces of the mighty battlefield.

"The sword is like a silk!

In the most critical step, Lin Yun has never been downsful, immortal swords, arrogant.

The fog is constantly compressed, so soon, it is soon concentrated into a smaller light, and when the sword is reached, it is condensed as a long lightning sword.

Purple sword, fine, long hair, a few short transparency.

Only when the light flashes, it is like a phantom that exists like a phantom.

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The sword moves slightly, the silk is like a strings, there is a good dust in the air, and its sharpness actually evens can be cut off.

Lin Yun poured the mouth, and the back is cold, which is such a means of enemies.

Even if he has a swordsmanship, there are some anti-defense, and it will be cut into several pieces.

Terrible.

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Mongamang missed, Baizhu Silk, the non-stop rotation finally condensed as a small nail size.

Thunder is like a firefly, emitting a touch of violet, extremely nice.

Sword silk.

Thunder.

This form is finally made, Lin Yun is slightly relieved.

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You can not be controlled by this moment, the thunder is not controlled, and the thunder is shink.

Hey!

Lin Yuncian didn't come, and didn't understand what happened. When I was flew out in this wave, a blood spit out.

When he climbed up, his head was still awkward, and the chest rib is hidden.

"The first few?"

Lin Yun is laughing, but the eyes are ecstasy.

He cultivated the swordsmanship never liked the old way of walking, at least to realize the true meaning, always have some unexpected situations.

For example, the explosion of this thunder, let him do it, if it is slightly weak, it is possible to kill directly.

"Sword silk, thunder ... It turns out.

Lin Yun's eyes flashed, understand where the truthful threat is, and the sword is finer than the hair.

But sharp and terrible, it may not even have some pain in the body of the opponent.

When it is in the opponent, when it is condensed as a thunder, the fairy can't live.

"I used three% of the strength, only to condensed a sword silk, and only one feet.

If it is true, and after the vision of the basic double sword, it should be able to condensed four or five, and every approximately three hundred feet.

Lin Yunsi is like electricity, and the heart is quickly calculated.

Three hundred bats are also 1,000 meters, within a thousand meters, as long as they give the opponent's next thunder.

Even if it is the leader of the Tianzhu, it will live in an instant. If the opponent is strong enough, it will enter the five thunder.

Want to avoid my trick, or directly crush me, or get better than my sword.

The sword is too thin, too sharp, can block or destroy people, I am afraid that I am not far away.

I want to crush me, at least I have a second majority, two seven seas simultaneously.

It is the pressure that is waiting, I am very difficult to pull the sword.

However, here is the road to Tongtian, the least least amount is genius, and those high-level areas are difficult to guarantee that they have no anti-sky enchanting.

"I have to work hard, and the Tianshi three sword must be talented.

Lin Yun said, returned his thoughts, and began to exercise the second sword of the Tiantian Three swords and Qinglian.

Qinglian, the wind is like a rain, the sword is like a lake, Ye Lu Chenglian.

If the thunder is delicate to the ultimate, people are not cold, then this Qinglian is an atmosphere.

The pursuit is an empty but a grand imagery, flowing water, moment eternal.

"What is the presence of swords?"

Lin Yun detail tastes this winning, this predecessor is shocked, and he is so amazing, he is deeply small.

Practice into a thunder, Lin Yun will come to cultivate this green lotus, how many water to the canal, not in that embarrassment.

Half day.

In this huge play, suddenly, suddenly, rain, rain, rapidly accumulated the lake.

Every drop of rain contains the ultimate wind and thunder, transparent colorless, and this party Baizhu is accumulated by the rain, it seems clear like a mirror, Ning and Ning.

"Baizhang ..."

Lin Yun, who is sitting on the knee, is open, soft: "Baizhang should be my limit, this trick is too realized, and it is very high for mood requirements.

If I can't afford to have a vast lake, I will first swallow me first.

He slowly got up, the Espur lake of Baizhang scenery, turned away.

These lakes, even Lin Yun, can only maintain such a moment, will take him with a long time.

In other words, I have to swing in this moment, swing out of the sheath, do the flow of water, and I am eternal.

And I can't worry, I have to have the heart of the empty, waiting for Ye Ye Chenglian.

But this lake can only maintain a moment, the velocity of the leaves must be very slow, the two itself is relatively contradictory.

He wants to just cultivate to Xiao Cheng, but it is simple, so that the lake is only sufficient to maintain a small size.

Obviously, Xiaucheng Qinglian, unable to understand the image, not the kind of discouragement of the sword.

In the jade simple, the sword is a good predecessor, but the young lake, Ye Lu Chenglian.

The flow of water is blooming, the moment is eternal, the sword of the sword is bright, and it has not been scattered.

"Sword is worthless, you can really be difficult.

Lin Yun is calm, and there is not much bitter meaning, but I like this challenge very much.

It is also convinced that I can do it, this three swords are not a thirteen sword, but belongs to his own .

On the green trees, the purple kans bloom.

Lin Yun closed his eyes. After his body, there was a green trendy tree, and the purple petals on the tree, such as the deciduous embellishment.

This sword is so late, he will not be a green leaves, but the purple thread, and hundreds of petals brought by thirteen serious purple swords.

The wind is like a rain, the sword is like a lake!

Almost a breathing time, Lin Yun's foot appeared to Baishi round lake, clear and transparent, smooth.

Qing Yan Shen is standing on the center of the lake, on the tree, the purple petal is chilly, and the enchanting is not obvious.

Tree under the tree, a green shirt, double eyeline, long hair floating with the breeze.

He is not half a bit of killing, but also can't talk about the sharpness, just like a fairy who fell a dust, the hand is washed, and there is no nice.

But he is smooth, cultivated and white, and he is finally held on the sword.

Sword funeral flower!

Half-year duckweed, with the water, a cold rain, and the rain.

The soul is Liu Yong blows down, you go to me, two autumns.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, the fog in the eyes, the sky, the wind was silent.

The lake flows, the petals on the tree floats like the leaves, I don't know when to fall on the lake, it is a lotus bloom, just like the legend of the legend into duckweed.

If the wind, the wind, the rain is reappeared, just in the wind and heavy rain, the leaves on the tree are not stopped.

It seems that it is still born, and the moment of death is blooming.

Just in the emotional vision, Lin Yun handed over, a sword waved out.

Bang!

The whole underground space is dramatic, and the ancient ban on the stone wall has suffered a huge impact, and the number of unsuccessful rocks fell, and there is crack spread.

In an instant, this impact has spread, and the entire dragonfly square in the Leihuo City is extremely vibrated.

Another stone building hall, in this dramatic fluctuation, instantly collapsed, and immediately set off a horrible wave.

The ancient banned, blocked the burst of Jianwei, but the sword was penetrated through the ground.

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From the rays that bursched from the ground, in the night, the light of each piece is brilliant, the ancient magnificent dragon dragon, but also put on a layer of sacred light, and the whole thunder city's Tianzhu is lined. .

"My God, what is going on here?"

"Shenlong dragon is alive?"

"Is there a foreign treasure to be born in this dragon city?"

At this moment, the entire thunder is all awkward, and countless, you will be stunned.

It was shocked directly by this horrible vision.