World of Warcraft Sword Saint

The Lost Paradise is the place where the gods have fallen. Numerous ancient god-level powerhouses have disappeared. However, among the fallen god-level powerhouses, there are many soul-savvy powerhouses. Although the **** was destroyed, it caused them In the countless years, these spirits gradually awakened for some reason, and because of the incompleteness of the spirits, these spirits began to swallow and kill each other. ...

After walking through this huge grassland, Liu Feng has seven more green beads in his hands, all of which come from creatures as common as the voles just now...

"The position of the holy step, in Paradise Lost, has become a family situation. It is indeed terrifying..." Standing at the end of the small prairie, Liu Feng looked back at the group of green creatures that were screaming and screaming behind him. He shook his head, shot a few strands of purple awns, drove away the timid strange creature, and walked towards the huge plain filled with gray air...

In the lost paradise without any directional indicators, Liu Feng took out the God’s Guide several times, so that he did not get lost in this gray plain...

Taking a gentle step, the surrounding environment changed in an instant. The empty plains immediately showed countless zombies and skeletons. Above the sky, there were still hideous vampires... and huge bone dragons...

The sharp howl came from the countless undead army, shocking...

With his face still as water, Liu Feng tilted his head slightly, avoiding a gust of energy, stepping back, taking a step back without rushing...

With Liu Feng's step backwards, the countless undead army disappeared in an instant, and the miserable howling was also abruptly cut off, as if being cut away from it...

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Liu Feng looked at the space in front of him carefully. After a long while, he sighed slightly: "Domain..."

That’s right, it’s the realm... The space in front of Liu Feng seems to be an immovable realm. As long as someone or soul stepping into this realm, they will be attacked by endless undead creatures. destroy. Or, become a member of the undead army...

"The Paradise Lost of the Gods, as expected, there are fatal crises everywhere..." He sighed in his heart, and Liu Feng had a detour in his heart. However, when he looked up, he found that the surrounding area was filled with gray air, and he didn't know how to change direction. Will you enter another terrifying realm...

"The realm of the supreme duality, but I don't know what kind of realm is effective..."

After measuring the energy intensity in the field in front of him in his mind, Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and gritted his teeth. One step forward again...

The space changes instantaneously again, and the endless undead army also emerges again...

The body is shaking. Two green and sturdy figures faintly appear in the land carrying the flag of the clan...

"Go." Gently ordered. Liu Feng moves forward...

As the sound falls. The two sword sages immediately turned into two hurricanes, and the undead army in front of them cleared out a broad road like a wind. Sword aura, in the midst of slashing, violently spread across the domain, and everything swept by that sword aura, whether it is a zombie or a bone dragon, is cracked and turned into ashes...

Walking on the road paved with ashes, Liu Feng didn't make a move. He glanced faintly at the front...

The two green figures are like meat grinders, attacking violently in the field, all the way, there is no one general, wherever they go, they are full of bones and ashes...

As we go deeper into the undead army, the enemies we encounter become more and more powerful. However, for the mirror image of the swordsman who is like a war weapon, it can still only be like a praying man’s arm as a car...

With half-squinted eyes, Liu Feng strolled on the road opened by the Juggernaut Mirror. Divine Mind. Scanning at the center of the undead army. There... there is a powerful person.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. Liu Feng stared at the tall throne built up by white bones in the distance. Brows. Gently stirred...

Stepping into the area of ​​the throne, the undead creatures all over the world also stopped their attacks. It seemed that they were extremely afraid of the huge throne. They only dared to make a sharp roar from a distance. But never again.

Liu Feng closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Suddenly he opened his eyes. The slender>.|Deep Purple Sword Gang. He burst out. He struck the huge bone throne like lightning...

"Clang choking..." A huge black sickle swung out from above the throne, offsetting the ten sword gangs, and the gloomy words resounded in a gloomy voice.

"Human||u

The blood. It is really nostalgic..."

Liu Feng raised his eyes slightly, looking at the huge black smoke that protruded from under the throne. He whispered softly: Soul?

"Humble man. Consecrate your soul to the great god: Ba~ for the leader of this endless undead..." A pair of gray flames emerged from the black smoke. The soul who called himself Bateldin said coldly.

"Ten thousand years. Haven't you wiped out your boring dignity of the gods? Are you still qualified to say this term.| Department.

The gray flame throbbed with anger. Batelding roared: This boldness:#

Accompanied by Barter Ding’s roar, a circle of black air peeked out of his body...

"Sure enough, it's an incomplete soul. It's simply a brain-dead." With a sneer. Liu Feng's sleeve robe flicked. One. The black air was completely eroded.

"No matter how tyrannical you used to be. Now you are just two-tiered supreme." The corner of his mouth curled slightly. Liu Feng's eyes were suddenly cold. His toes lightly stepped on the ground. The three silhouettes were like lightning ++. The three implied purity. The weapon of spiritual energy smashed into the black smoke fiercely...

"Ah. Humble human..." An angry roar came out from the black smoke. The huge black scythe revolved and danced like crazy. The three weapons flew out...

Puffs of black smoke continue to emerge from the center of being slashed. It seems that the peaceful state: Barthelding in the state of soul has caused great damage...

The three weapons attacked at the same time again. Perfect coordination.~||The indeterminate black smoke envelops it. Purple sword gang. Shoots out...

The roar of anger continued to roar, shocking countless undead creatures in the domain...

Although the boss was beaten. However, those undead creatures were trembling and afraid to enter a certain circle because they were facing the Bone King...

Bateldin was also stunned by this storm-like attack. With his incomplete spirit, he couldn't think about too many questions. His wit. I. U: Yes. The previous self. Killing the Supreme. That's nothing more than. It was a matter of flipping hands. But the scene in front of him almost drove him crazy...

He was swept by Zimang again. Batelding trembled. Black anger was fierce. The two mirror images of Liu Feng were ejected. The black smoke twisted. He quickly hid into the huge white bones.

Without hesitation, he slashed the sword again. The sharp "locking dragon" actually only left a shallow mark on the huge bone throne...

His face changed slightly. Liu Feng didn't expect that this bone throne would be so strong...

The huge throne suddenly made a "clicking" sound. The sky was full of black smoke ejected from it. It turned into a sky full of black air in the void. Aiming at Liu Feng and the two mirror images, they erode crazily...

Purple light emerges from the body. It is entangled with the black energy. It does not give way to each other...

Liu Feng coldly looked at the huge throne that continuously breathed black air. He knew in his heart. This huge throne. Perhaps it was the special effect of the Bart and Ding domain space. It gave him toughness and continuous death erosion...

Looking at the black smoke that filled the world, Liu Feng whispered to himself:

A faint command. From the bottom of my heart...

A sword saint mirror flew out like lightning. The figure jumped more than ten feet high. On that slightly hideous face, it was full of madness. The strange sword in his hand was aimed at the throne. The force smashed down...

"Eight Times Attack

The green sword saint carrying the clan flag ~www.readwn.com~ This slash was a fatal blow. The sudden increase in power shook the domain space violently and thunderously attacked. Slashed **** the huge throne

A soft, crisp sound of "click" sounded quietly in the field.

A crack appeared slowly from the huge throne, and then came out like a spider web.

With a violent sound, the huge throne that was strong and unpredictable burst into violent cracks, and a black smoke burst out quickly. Just about to flee, it was wrapped in a ring of purple awns swayed by Liu Feng, and he had to roar with piercing anger.

"Humble humans, Dreadlord Titodios will avenge me"