World of Warcraft Sword Saint

I am not very clear about the details. Anyway, in this world, I have heard about any god-level powerhouse. "Liu Feng shrugged and said.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Liu Jian frowned into a line, muttering very puzzled.

Looking at Liu Jian walking back and forth in front of him, Liu Feng touched his nose and said in a buzzing voice: "Then how do you tell me to get that space guide? Don't talk about the main god, on the current continent, just Not even an ordinary **** rank."

Liu Jian pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked urgently, "Then there is still a temple on the mainland now?"

"Temple?" Liu Feng raised his brows, nodded, and said, "Is there a temple? There is still a temple. However, I have only heard of a Bright Church in the human kingdom. As for other temples... I have not heard of it. pass."

"Guangming Church?" Liu Jian muttered, "Is it the temple of the God of Light?"

"En, it should be." Liu Feng nodded lightly, and suddenly remembered the holy lotus leaf that was as pure as a beautiful lily. She seemed to belong to the Bright Church, right?

"Guangming Church..." Liu Jian stopped his extra walking, muttering softly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"How about the strength of the Bright Church above the mainland?" Liu Jian suddenly raised his head in thought and asked.

"This... looks very strong," Liu Feng said after hesitating for a while.

"Very strong? How many gods?" Liu Jian frowned and asked.

"I'm faint, boss, don't you bring the thoughts of your era to this era, okay?" Liu Feng mourned, oh my god, how many gods is the exit? Do you think it's Chinese cabbage? Or should the Bright Church be a god-level wholesale office?

Depressed shook his head. Liu Feng smiled bitterly: "The Pope of the Bright Church now has the strength of the Supreme Rank. Perhaps it is about the same as your dragon emperor, the God Rank? It’s because you always said it."

"A mere supreme, can you become the lord of the temple?" Liu Jian seemed to be even more surprised when he heard Liu Feng's words.

In his cognition, the supreme rank seems to be at most just a more advanced thug in the temple, let alone being the pope. It's just an ordinary bishop, who needs the strength of the gods...the supreme to become the pope? If this were to be said, it might really be a big joke! ! !

However, I have to say that if you look at the current time from the eyes of an old antique, then...that seems to be a bigger joke, right?

Hearing Liu Jian's surprised cry, Liu Feng's mouth twitched, and the black line above his forehead hung down, so supreme? I rely on. Isn't he afraid of hitting me who are even more inferior holy people?

"Now the supreme on the mainland is as rare as your main **** level at that time, do you understand?" Liu Feng rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile.

"Oh, so, how do people cultivate now? It's so unbearable?" Liu Jian coughed dryly and laughed.

"Perhaps, it may be the loss of the previous practice method that caused this result." Liu Feng spread his hands and asked again: "Then what do you want me to do? Where can I find the space guide? "

"Me. Not in a hurry, it's not in a hurry." Liu Jian gradually recovered his composure, shook his head and smiled: "You are still too weak now. You should wait until you at least increase your strength to the **** level before looking for space. God’s business, otherwise. With your current sacred level strength, even if you find Lassadis, you don’t need to be personally involved. Just a subordinate can easily kill you."

Liu Feng nodded awkwardly. Although these words were a bit detrimental, they were true words. With his strength at the Saint Terrace level, even if he had a wind stance. Fatal blow, mirror image, and blade storm assisted by the four heaven-defying skills, but the gap between classes is extremely difficult to bridge.

The current Liu Feng may be able to stand undefeated in the hands of the supreme powerhouse, but for the powerhouse of the gods... how far it can go. Just run as far...

"You'd better go to the battlefield of the gods and find the Dragon Song Sword first, in that case. It will be very helpful for your strength improvement. As for the space guide, you should not be in a hurry, and this matter is not urgent." Liu Jian chuckled, pondered for a moment, and said, "However, if you are capable, go to the Bright Church to find out. They... should have news from the gods, I don't believe it, such a huge collection of faith, the **** of light That guy, he will give it up casually."

Liu Feng nodded, agreed, and chatted with Liu Jian again for a while, before carefully asking, "Senior Liu, I don't know, was Xiao Jin ever in the altar?"

"Xiaojin? Oh, are you talking about the little dragon?" Liu Jian said with a light smile: "Well, in the altar, the little guy couldn't take any minor injuries when he came back last time. After my treatment, now It’s almost better, hehe, but you have to pass back to it the dragon spirit that it left in your body."

"Long Ling?" Liu Feng raised his eyebrows suspiciously, nodded before now, and said softly: "It's that golden energy, this

..."

"En." Liu Jian nodded, and with a light wave of his sleeve robe, a huge altar appeared in the hall out of thin air.

On the huge altar, golden light lingered, and the dragons chanted happily from the golden light, and a looming golden shadow pierced back and forth in the altar.

Liu Feng stepped forward quickly, and the golden light shrouding the altar seemed to sense the dragon spirit hidden in his body. The faint golden light suddenly became thicker.

Stepping up to the highest level of the altar, looking at the small body happily wandering in the golden circle, Liu Feng touched his nose, and a soft smile flashed through the dark pupils, and murmured with a light smile: "Little guy, I Here to pick you up."

The body in the golden light paused for a while, raised the mighty dragon head, the lovely Shui Ling's big eyes, blinked gently, and mumbled cheerfully with an immature voice: "Wind...coming, wind...coming."

Liu Feng smiled and nodded, passing through the golden light with his palm and gently stroking the lovely head.

Feeling the comfortable grind from his head, Xiao Jin couldn't help narrowing his big eyes comfortably and let out a vague humming dragon...

"Senior Liu, help me take out the Dragon Spirit." Liu Feng smiled at Mimi and turned around. He didn't take it too seriously to what seemed to be a precious Dragon Spirit...

Liu Jian nodded, and stretched out his right hand to face Liu Feng's swaying tugging. As his palm tugged, a golden light gradually emerged from Liu Feng's body...

Looking down at the substantive golden energy, Liu Feng realized that the energy that had spent many lives and deaths for him was actually helped by the dragon spirit left behind by Xiaojin... He sighed and looked at the altar. The little figure in the middle of the eyes, a touch of emotion quietly rises...

Liu Jian lightly leaped onto the altar and firmly grasped the substantial golden light emerging from Liu Feng's body.

Looking curiously at the golden light regiment that was constantly jumping above Liu Jian's palm, Liu Feng hurriedly stepped back and let out the altar.

Liu Jian clasped the active golden light in his hand, chuckled, took a step forward, and fiercely threw that golden light energy into the top of the altar where Xiaojin was...

After the golden light entered the aperture, it was swallowed into her little belly by the eagerly anticipated Xiaojin...

Seeing Xiaojin's movements, Liu Jian's eyes quickly grabbed Liu Feng next to him, and quickly jumped off the altar. However, before jumping off the altar, his empty palm lightly patted somewhere on the altar...

Just when Liu Jian and Liu Feng set foot on the hall, a turbulent light burst into the sky from all around the altar.

...

The rushing light from the altar passed directly through the thick hall and appeared in the eyes of the uncertain dragons.

"What's the matter? Your Majesty Dragon Emperor?" Yafei said anxiously, jumping up from the stone.

"I don't know, please be quiet." Dragon Sovereign looked at the light, shook his head, and said in a deep voice.

...

The light rushed to the sky above Dragon Valley, fiercely transformed into a huge mask, completely enveloping the entire Dragon Valley...

This ray of light is extremely powerful, directly forcibly breaking the mask that the Dragon Emperor had previously arranged, and then domineeringly surrounds the Dragon Valley...

Seeing that the barrier he had laid down was broken, the Dragon Emperor's face changed slightly, and he had no time to express anything. A crisp sound of dragons roars loudly from the Dragon God altar...

The sound of this dragon chant just sounded, and the dragons guarding the side of the altar trembled fiercely. After the appearance of the dragon **** just now, a suffocating dragon might accompanied the dragon chant. The sound, rippling from the depths of the soul...

"flutter."

"flutter."

A series of kneeling sounds, outside the Dragon God altar, sounded one after another ~www.readwn.com~ The Dragon Emperor's face flushed, trying his best to resist the trembling from the bottom of his heart, the dignity of the emperor of the clan. Not allowed him to kneel down to an inexplicable dragon chant.

However, when the four elders gradually couldn't hold on, after kneeling down, the Dragon Sovereign had to sigh helplessly, abandon the indifferent dignity, and slammed heavily on the ground, but his head was stubbornly raised. I want to see clearly, what is it besides the Dragon God that can make the entire dragon family bow down for it...

A turbulent golden light fiercely rises from the top of the Dragon God altar, and turns into a huge dragon, tumbling up and down in the golden light lingering above the void, very mysterious and mighty...

Bright and crisp dragons were passed down from above the void, and the dragons with a certain shocking power made the dragons underneath tremble slightly, their fists clenched tightly because of the trembling millet. ...

Looking at the looming huge body above the void, the Dragon Emperor muttered in disbelief, "Shenlong? It turned out to be the legendary dragon?"

Tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, and the Dragon Emperor was extremely happy, and his arrogant head was finally lowered obediently. "The dragon comes out, and the dragon clan is prosperous."