MTL - Divine Brilliance-Chapter 87 Sword and double

When the voice fell, the dry body slammed into the wind. I don’t see how to make a move. The figure is from quiet to moving, and my figure is like an arrow. I jumped from the back of the horse.

The five fingers stretched like an eagle claw, and a green flame burned on it, and it was caught in the air.

It seems that with the infinite firepower, the weeds below are actually burning without fire. The figure is also like a cheetah, which is not visible.

Before the end of the breath, it seems to be a dying old man who will walk in the woods. After his death, he is a fierce martial artist who is still at the peak!

The flames burst, and the high-spirited mind was also slightly shocked, struggling from the sword. At that moment, I only felt a little funny.

Could it be that this dry Tianshan son, really thought that he could win the congenital martial arts?

Although it is a double-edition of Lingwu, the strength is tyrannical, and there are no talents. But the mind of this person is really confusing. According to people who are so obsessed, it is absolutely necessary to do such stupid things.

Or, is it true that Gong Gongran, love into the bone marrow?

Thinking about it here, Gao Yi is not picking up the lips. He is actually not superficial, but at this time, he still can't help but give birth to a few points.

Behind the prime of the snow and Gong Xinran, but also unconsciously the heart is tight. The first snow is still distracting, protecting the body of Zong Shou. Gong Xinran's eyes were fixed, watching the group of green fire, the group of swords.

In the dark night, the group of Qinghui Li is also flashing three knives. Two black and one green, the first two after the first, after the sword body, Zong Shouyuan soul shuttled out.

The old man surnamed Mi Mi did not care, slightly blinking, and the two had only a big hand like a steel tongs, and they grabbed it.

Like this kind of knife, those martial artists still need to be careful, but in his eyes, it is simply a joke, you can crush it at your fingertips!

A spiritual spiritist is also weak as an ant!

But only in the next moment, in the eyes of the old man, there is a faint color. The knife shadow is illusory, in his eyes, it is a two-pointed. The trajectory is also erratic, making people completely unable to understand the trajectory.

The grasp of both hands was completely empty. It is still a six-knife shadow, flying in.

"Cloud light illusion?"

A horror, the body of the old man surnamed Mi in the air, sinking into the ground and falling to the ground at full speed.

But when the body shape is not easy to touch the ground, the six knife shadows, but also follow.

It was too late to escape. The old man looked cold and violently thundered and drunk, and the illusion of the knife disappeared.

Two big hands were worn out, and between the two hairs, the two black flying knives were all held in their hands.

Just want to crush it, the body of the old man surnamed Mi, once again a slight shock, a trace of blood overflowing in the mouth. Both hands and palms are also cut off a line of blood.

"Ling Yunzong shocked the gods to destroy the sword! How is it possible?"

The body's breath, a moment of chaos, rushing. The old man is also unbelievable for a moment!

How can this sword be attached to this humble knife?

The next moment, I saw only a few blue-colored knives, and it was already in front of him!

The old man’s pupil was slightly shrunk, and he could not afford to dodge. The figure once again retreats, and even ten feet down, until the body breath, a little smooth, to identify the real knife shadow track, this is violently explored, once again to the front three feet.

Only this time, it is still lost. The trajectory of the knife was actually changed at this moment. Slanting downwards, stabbing his chest and abdomen.

"This is a royal device! No, is the flying knife changing direction?"

If you say that the old man is amazed, he can still maintain a certain degree of calm. At the moment, it was really awkward, and the upper body suddenly twisted and moved away at the last moment, avoiding the vitality of the lungs. Only let the blue flying knife be nailed to the left abdomen.

Then the eyes were round, and the anger was raging, looking up.

"Right, you dare to hurt me!"

Endless killing, rushing out, is about to vacate again, killing the soul of the group. The figure of the old man was set in the same place, and the pupil was suddenly violent, only to disappear in the near future, and once again filled the brain.

I saw the top of the group, the blue-colored sword shadow, at this moment is actually from a close distance, flying down.

In the blue smoke of the Zong Shouyuan soul, it seems that there is a pair of cold eyes, and it is looking down coldly.

The most horrifying thing is that it is above the pine-sworded sword, which is a martial idea that is several times stronger than the knife.

The sword shadow is just falling, but it also has a moving rhyme!

This sword, without the mighty power, is cold and elegant, like a water moon, but also like a virtual change, silent, wearing a fall.

Even the speed is so fast that it’s incredible. It is also like itself, it is part of this dark night!

When the old surnamed M is looking at it, the tip of the sword has already reached the front, even less than a foot.

This time, the face of the old man was shocked. A madness is like a beast that dies in the dead, and then does not care about the floating of the blood, and the wounds in the abdomen. Under the feet, he retire again. The old man’s body was also experiencing a skyrocketing green flame. He exhausted his whole body and punched him hard.

But I saw the blue pine-sworded sword, but it broke out again. Then the entire blade, as if it was a glimpse of invisible light, from his throat, through the hole.

A stabbing, the head of the old man is also high. The eyes are round and round, and I feel a little unbelievable. I look at the underside of my own body. The eyes are full of wrong colors~www.novelbuddy.com~ How can this be? How can this be? The innate powerhouse of the second round of his own life will actually die in the hands of a spiritual spiritist?

This dry Tianshan Shizi, in the end, where did you learn the technique of flying knives? Ling Yunzong’s shocking gods destroy the sword, why do they appear in this hand?

There is also a sword, with the Yuan Soul Royal Sword, how can you have such a fearful rhyme?

No, that martial arts idea is definitely beyond the level of swordsmanship!

This half demon boy, which is the strongest, reincarnation?

At the moment, this **** valley wasteland is also silent, no sound.

The lion was already in a stature, and the lion looked at the scene with a sly look. The first snow and Gong Xinran standing on top of it are even more determined.

That innate martial artist, is that really dead? Die under the sword of Zong Shou?

The remaining martial artists who were still behind, also stunned, looking at the head in the distance, the **** rain. There is no more action, almost unbelievable eyes.

The high-definition in front is pale, and there is no blood on the face, and the pupils are scattered. I only know that Mumu landed on the horse's back, letting the wind blow, and rushing with his figure.

Before the old man surnamed Mi, the three-knife knife that was guarded by the sect was almost forced to a desperate situation. It was already a surprise to him.

When I saw the old man surnamed Mi, I was slammed with a sword like a sword. In the heart, it seems that he has been smashed by a sword. He only feels empty and empty, and his chest is full of breath.

How can this Mr. Mi die? How strong is it, how can you die in this child?

When you return to God, you will be covered with fear when you stand up!

This time, the unprecedented remorse is filled with his chest.