War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

"Little guy, go!"

A gust of wind hits, the Dapeng bird is like a cloud of the sky, and the two wings of the sky are falling. The three people in the Qinglin area around the Lingtian are swept away. The terrible power swept out. Many people were directly stunned. The past.

The next moment, Duan Lingtian only felt that the body was light, but the Dapeng bird held him up.

“墨玉!”

At the same time as the Dapeng bird took off, Duan Lingtian grabbed it like a lightning bolt, and buckled the jade close to him, and pulled it on the back of the Dapeng bird.

"The **** section Ling Tian left!"

The head of the Kaifeng Peak, 'Zheng Fan' and the head of the Tianzhu Peak, 'Ke Zhen', look at each other, and their body shape flies. At the same time, they fall on the body of the Dapeng bird, and the three elders of Qinglin will be thrown over. repel.

Hey!

At this moment, a lightning-like figure flew from a distance and fell steadily on the back of the Dapeng bird.

Seeing this person, Duan Lingtian’s face changed greatly, “Zhao Lin!”

There are people who are now on the back of the Dapeng bird. It is not the other person. It is the elder of the Tianquan Peak, Zhao Lin, and Zhao Lin, who has a lot of hatred with Duan Lingtian.

"Duan Lingtian, you ruined my life, I will send you back to the West!"

Zhao Lin’s face is full of crazy colors, with a big hand and a wave of horrible powers roaring, sweeping toward Duan Lingtian, the momentum is like a rainbow.

Before the sky above Zhao Lin’s head, 4,200 ancient giant elephants condensed and formed.

Zhao Lin, clearly broke through to the ‘peep into the virtual triple.’

And exhibited the ‘thinking power’.

Dong Lingtian’s face changed greatly.

His soul skill ‘thousand illusion’ has no effect on Zhao Lin.

"吱吱"

The little golden rat plucked out from the long sleeve of Ling Tian, ​​and turned into a fast-growing golden light, which directly greeted him, and the sound of the thunder blew the sky.

Before the void, 4,500 giant elephants are condensed and formed...

Today, the little golden rat has also broken through to the ‘peep into the virtual triple,’ and entered the micro-thunder with half a step.

Boom!

A loud bang came, the terrible power of the bang, the air flow pulsing, turned into a circle of ripples, and the terrible wind swept across the square.

It is Zhao Lin and the little golden mouse against the bomb, the little golden mouse has a slight advantage.

"Who?!"

Zhao Lin did not expect that Duan Lingtian was still guarded by the strong, his face changed greatly, and he saw the little golden mouse standing on the shoulder of Duan Lingtian, his eyes were cold, "Little mouse, find death!"

The voice just fell, Zhao Lin raised his hand, and the sword in his hand is now ready to shoot again.

"I think you are looking for death!"

At this moment, a terrible force swept out and crashed into Zhao Lin’s body and flew out Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin has no power to fight back, and his breath is flying out, such as the arrow of the string.

It is obviously impossible to survive.

"Liner!"

At this moment, in the sky, there was a violent drink.

The ‘Elders’ found that Zhao Lin was seriously injured and dying, his body’s “Five Winds of the Artistic Conception” was swept away with Yuan Li, temporarily repelling his opponent, flying out and catching Zhao Lin.

"Zheng Fan, why are you killing my grandson?"

The eyes of the elders are extremely cold and gazing at Zheng Fan, who rises with the Dapeng bird.

There was just Zheng Fan’s shot to fly Zhao Lin, and he did not show mercy, shattering Zhao Lin’s internal organs and letting him back to the sky.

"Elder Elder, today our seven-star swordsmen are desperate to die, just to send the paragraph Lingtian to leave! And your grandson, for his own self-interest, actually killed the Duan Ling world... Do you think he should die?"

Zheng Fan’s eyes are cold and incomparable.

"Lin, is this really true?"

The elder's face changed greatly, looking to Zhao Lin in the arms, the face of hate iron is not steel.

Call!

Peng Lao is like a cloud of the sky, sweeping the wings, picking up a gust of wind, the huge body flies out, let Duan Lingtian only feel that he is in the clouds.

The hurricane that rushes to the surface almost tears him apart...

The jade standing beside him is very ugly.

Now, in order to take them away, Peng did not deliberately slow down and fly at full speed.

"Duan Lingtian, Mo Yu, live alive... The future of the Seven Stars Swordsman is on the shoulders of both of you."

Zheng Fan and Ke Zhen nodded to Duan Lingtian and Mo Yu, flew away from the Dapeng bird, and rushed to the three elders of Qinglin, and began to kill blood.

They, vowed to live together with the Seven Stars.

"No!!"

Looking at the shadows of Zheng Fan and Ke Zhen, Duan Lingtian’s face was blue and ugly.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Duan Lingtian seems to be aware of something, a spirit, and looking into the distance.

There was a figure rushing to him, and the speed of coming people made him change his face.

Hey!

Behind the Dapeng bird, because the elders closed their hands and did not have the **** of the demon lotus lord, the eyes of the killing shot, flew out, followed by the Dapeng bird.

"Duan Lingtian, you will die!"

The voice of the demon sorcerer is like a hell, and it is very cold.

He followed the Dapeng bird, only to kill Duan Lingtian.

Imagine.

If Duan Lingtian is not dead today, let alone his heart is not safe, even if it is the Qinglin three, it will certainly not be peaceful in the future.

Unfortunately, the Dapeng bird is too fast, even if he is full of flying, he is gradually being opened.

"Damn!"

The demon knives have a ugly face, but they still fight for the past.

Until the figure of the Dapeng bird disappeared in front of his eyes, he gave up.

"Let's let the sprint run... **** the fox jinhong, the **** seven-star swordsman!"

The demon lotus lord suddenly turned back and returned to the Seven Stars Jianzong Tianshufeng Peak.

"Grandpa... That is Ling Tian, ​​it hurts our Zhao family to break off the grandson... Ke Er that the ancestors of the ancestors have also been abolished by him... Grandpa, revenge for Keer, report for me..."

Zhao Lin was lying in the arms of the elders, struggling to talk, and finally he did not finish, he swallowed the last breath.

"Liner, Liner!!"

The elders are screaming in the sky, and the voice is full of desolateness.

"My Zhao Ming's life, for the seven-star swordsman to do everything ... ... In the end, my grandson was killed by the seven-star Jianzong people, the great-grandson was abolished by the seven-star Jianzong 'hope'! Funny, ridiculous... ...hahahaha..."

In the laughter, the elders flew out and turned to the side of the gray old man 'Xuan Elder'.

Now, Xuan Elder is competing with the three major players who have entered the virtual world and gradually fell into the wind. When he saw the elders coming, he was relieved.

Just, the next moment, his face changed.

Just because the elders shot, not for his opponent, but for him.

Boom!

The elders of the elders contain the palm of the ‘five styles of the wind,’ and they smashed on the body of Xuan’s elders, directly hurting the mysterious elders who did not have any precautions against him.

"Zhao Ming, are you crazy?"

Xuan Elder's face is pale, his breath is wilting, his face is ugly.

He didn't think that Zhao Ming would shoot him.

Including the ruling of the Yuan dynasty, Lu Yuan, the three strong members of the Qinglin, who had just fought with the Xuan elders, were all scared by Zhao Ming’s actions.

Slow, they finally reacted.

"Haha! Elder Elder, as long as you help us to remove the Seven-Star Swordsman, we have three Qinglin, and we are willing to treat you as the 'Elder of the Law!'

Lu Yuan laughed, and the scene in front of him surprised him.

Next, Lu Yuan and other three people shot again, with Zhao Ming, only spent a few breathing time, will kill the mysterious elders.

Xuan Elder, the seventh strongest of the seven-star Jianzong, hehe.

There were four deaths in the hands of the six powerful players.

"Zhao Ming!!"

Zhao Ming and Lu Yuan and others joined forces to kill Xuan elders, so that Linghu Jinhong was stunned. "Are you worthy of the cultivation of your uncle? Are you worthy of the ancestral door that cultivates you?"

"Zongmen?"

Zhao Ming smiled and said: "A good sect! My grandson was abolished by the seven-star Jianzong. My son was killed by the Seven-Star Swordsman... Since the Seven-Star Swordsman is not good to me, then I am on the Seven Star Sword. Zong Dongyi! Linghu Jinhong, dead!"

Zhao Ming’s voice fell, like a gust of wind, blowing away the clouds in the sky, swept to Linghu Jinhong.

The other big powers are also rushing to Linghu Jinhong.

"Lord!"

Seven-star swordsman, desperately sorrowful.

"Hahahaha... I will let Fox Jinhong take the first step and wait for you on the Huangquan Road... You, in the near future, be ready to meet the anger of Duan Lingtian! Hahahaha..."

When the fox Jin Hong was murdered, he laughed happily, without the slightest fear, only the tragic and strong, and the trust of Duan Lingtian.

Boom!

With the death of Jinhu Jinhong.

Guild Wars, continue.

The outcome is already doomed.

Seven-Star Swordsman, destroy the door.

The distance from the Seven Stars Swordsman, in the vast desert, a huge figure of rapid and incomparable, swooping down and falling on the boundless land.

This is a Dapeng bird, and the Dapeng bird is as good as electricity.

"You two little guys are good at it... The future of the Seven Stars Swordsman will be handed over to you."

The Dapeng bird has a double wings and pulls the two people on the back to the ground.

The people who are now being towed are the paragraphs Ling Tian and Mo Yu who escaped from the Seven Stars.

On the shoulder of Duan Lingtian, the little golden rat was there, languid.

"Peng Lao, you..."

Dong Lingtian heard the power of the Dapeng bird, and he seemed to realize what his face was.

When he was going to discourage the Dapeng bird from staying.

Call!

The Dapeng bird has a pair of wings, like a cloud of the sky, rising from the sky.

At the same time, a piece of Yuan Li condensed sound, clearly introduced into the ears of Duan Lingtian, "My life is given by the Seven Stars Swordsman... When the Seven Stars Swordsman survives, I can’t stand outside and stand by Little guy, self-sufficient, with your talent, the future is limitless."

"You are the hope of the Seven Stars Swordsman!"

Hey!

Peng Lao left, with his determined will, and the will of the Seven Stars.

"Peng Lao!"

Looking at the Dapeng bird rushing into the sky, disappearing in front of the eyes, Duan Lingtian’s heart has no reason to tremble.

The figure that was generous to die for him, made his eyes become blush again...

They are all trying to make him survive and die.

The great responsibility, unconsciously pressed on his shoulder.

It’s like a mountain top, so he can’t breathe.