I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

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Anlin rode in the white, standing in the void, silently observing the situation in front of him.

The rest of the monks are desperately resisting the constant attacks of Huahai. Once they move their positions, the attack on Huahai will become even more fierce.

After Sun Yuluo joined the lineup against the Huahai killing, it did not play a significant role. As time goes by, the situation of everyone is getting harder and harder.

"This Anlin is really brazen, hiding behind us, enjoying our protection, but never actively fighting!" The woman named Xue Shan, while wielding a long sword to freeze the incoming blood, was dissatisfied Road.

The rest of the monks thought about it, but they were embarrassed to get angry with Anlin directly. They had to turn their angry eyes to Sun Yuluo.

Sun Yuluo was lying in the middle of the gun, and his face was depressed. But he didn't say much, and still helped everyone to resist the attack of Huahai. He wouldn't call Anlin to help, because he knew he didn't have that face, and he didn't have the qualification to do so.

"I found the defect of killing!" Zhao Siming, who was in the early days of the virtual, suddenly spoke.

He stepped into the air and rushed to the area outside the kilometer.

Numerous blood-colored petals came like a flying knife, but he was not afraid of color, pulled out his long sword, and swayed a dazzling sword. Sword Mang broke the strangle of the **** petals, tearing the sea of ​​flowers into a long gully!

Bang!

The whole earth trembled with it.

The killing suddenly stopped, and Mandawa did not release the bleeding.

The crisis of everyone was suddenly eliminated.

"Great! I know that Brother Zhao Siming will find a solution!"

"What is the use of Sun Yuluo here is to add us."

"That is, people came over and brought Anlin here. We also scored God to defend Anlin."

"He is now with An Lin. Is it already a crime of betraying the Zongmen?"

"Oh... you have to join the forty-nine sects, why should you stay with us?"

One monk is either happy or disdainful and disdainful.

Anlin thinks they are very courageous. Isn’t he really afraid that he doesn’t like it and kill them all?

Sun Yuluo is surprisingly calm, as if all this is not talking about him.

"Xiao Sun, your temper is too good, others say you, you have no emotions? Wang!" Dabai also looked shocked.

Sun Yuluo smiled slightly: "How others look at me will not affect my eating and sleeping, nor will it affect my practice of swords. Why should I take care of these and waste time?"

An Lin and Da Bai are a wave of awe.

This Sun Yuluo friend, not only has a very iron head, but also has a very philosophical attitude!

It is a pity that such a Buddhist monk does not go to the Western bliss community.

"The danger of the big battle has been removed, we have to leave this place!" Zhao Siming glanced at Sun Yuluo coldly and spoke to the other five disciples in front of him.

"Okay, brother!" The five disciples answered in unison.

Anlin couldn't help but smile: "Is the danger really relieved?"

Everyone did not pay attention to An Lin, they turned their eyes to Zhao Siming.

Zhao Siming glanced at An Lin, frowning slightly, and pointed his finger to the north: "The yin there is heavier, and the ancient sword that escaped may be in that direction."

Everyone hit it off and began to fly north.

Just then, the whole flower sea suddenly trembled!

Hundreds of millions of mandala have twisted their waists and swayed at the same time.

The bright red color of the flower became more dazzling, and the strange music began to ring.

The ultimate scarlet, indulge and even mad melody...

"Ah...!" There was a man who repaired his ears in pain, and his eyes gradually became red, apparently eroded by the strange atmosphere.

"How could this be?" Snowy's gorgeous face also became pale, and a very dangerous feeling enveloped her whole body.

"Your dear brother, the so-called killing defect that was found before is not a defect, it is only a sensitive part of the formation. On the contrary, he also awakened the sleeping Mandala, all now. Now, Do you understand your situation?" An Lin said cheerfully.

He has a magical technique that clearly shows the characteristics of the flower sea.

The monks heard that their faces were changed.

Zhao Siming's face also became difficult to look at.

At this moment, Mandawa has once again condensed a blood man.

These blood people are more terrible than the **** people before, not only that, but before the flowers around the crowds condensed blood, this time it was the whole flower sea moved!

Blood people are not dozens of hundreds, but tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands...

An endless blood man appeared and flew into the sky, encircling the people in the center.

Looking at the dense blood, a female sword repair has soft legs, sitting down on the flying sword, tears filled the face: "Well, this time is really finished."

"Awful, if this is not the squad, the information is banned, how can we do this?"

"Don't worry~www.readwn.com~ We still have Zhao Siming's brother, he is superb in swordsmanship, and he will surely stop the **** people..." There is a man who speaks and comforts.

When everyone turned their eyes to Zhao Siming, they found that he had already paled, and the hand holding the sword was slightly trembling. Obviously, he tried to maintain his calmness, but he could not hide his shock and despair.

"Zhao Siming brother..."

"Don't say it, face the reality, so many blood people, even ten Zhao Siming brothers do not use it! I am afraid that even that ... that An Lin, there is nothing to do." Xueshan bite her lower lip, smashed A look at An Lin, cold voice.

Having said that, all the monks turned their eyes to Anlin, and the look was extremely complicated, flawed, shy, and an indescribable expectation...

"You all look at me? Shouldn't you imagine that I will save you?"

"Don't you say that before? I am a brazen little man standing on the side watching your jokes. You are all right, I am such a person..."

Anlin shook his fist and made a look of cheering and cheering. He smiled and said, "So, you are cheering!"

Anlin said with full anger.

The monks were so trembled, but they could do nothing.

As swordsmen, they have a lot of pride, let them whisper to ask Anlin to shoot, it is really low, that is, An Lin also has a great contradiction with the lord Liu Mingxuan, which is even more impossible.

"We don't want to hope for that kind of person. Anlin must be afraid of dying. It's hard to be on the sidelines. We have to rely on ourselves."

"Yes, we have to find a solution ourselves! There must be other ways!"

Just then, countless blood people began to rush toward them!

The monks of Tian Jianzong instantly fell into desperation.

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