I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The evil spirits were broken open by extremely violent methods.

The other party must be comprehended the existence of the power of the Shinto.

The people turned their eyes to the direction of the sword, and saw that there was a blue sword and a fairy.

His posture is dazed, holding a light gold fairy sword, holding a finger-negative disc, a bright and white face, revealing the cold and angular, and the twin-shot light shoots the cold star, the momentum is extremely pressing.

At first, Anlin felt that this person is very sword-like. In the second eye, he felt that this person is very powerful.

The disciples of Tian Jianzong were excited when they saw the man.

"It is Master Ouyang Xia!"

"Great, Ouyang Xia is the top swordsman who has returned to the peak. He will be able to handle this matter when he comes here!"

"Our blue dream ancient sword can be taken back."

Disciples have been talking about it, and Ouyang Xia is moving toward Xiaoxie step by step.

He whispered to the evil spirits: "Let the blue dream ancient sword, it is our sword."

Anlin interjected: "Hey, the ancient sword of the birth of the soul has been counted as a complete life. According to the practice of the ancestral ancestral gates of the early Taiyuan, if it flees, it is not for you who is the sword of the sword, but first come first. It’s the main intention of the ancient sword.”

Ouyang Xia coldly stunned An Lin, and his tone was tough: "It belongs to the Tianjianzong, and it will always be the Tianjianzong. No one can take it!"

An Lin looked at the black line: "In order to recapture the ancient sword of the soul, don't even have a face?"

"The ancient sword of the birth of the soul is rare, how can I even grab it?" Ouyang Xia looked stunned and arrogantly opened his mouth.

At this time, Xiaoxie has already carved a rune in the void, and the black mans burst, and the mysterious waves form the ripples of the sword's airflow in the void.

Ouyang Xia saw a change in his face: "Stop!"

Anlin flashed to the front of Xiaoxie and smiled. "Want to win the sword? I have to pass this level!"

"Don't think that you have defeated the kind of goods in Yimeng, you feel that the power of returning to the peak is the same as him. I will let you know now, how small you are for me!"

Ouyang Xia's golden fairy swords shed a dazzling light of Shinto, and the air of the swords began to distort and crack.

"Accept my contract." Xiao Xie faint.

Lan Mengjian shivered, he felt that after the existence of Ouyang Xia, hesitantly lost a few points, and flew over to the black god.

"Give me a roll!" Ouyang Xia sighed and slammed the sword toward the little evil.

The golden swordsmanship runs through the heavens and the earth, as if a golden crescent moon, contains the power of the inexhaustible Shinto, enough to collapse and smash everything!

This is a more horrible sword than breaking the defense of the evil spirits! It is the full blow of Ouyang Xia!

With Xiaoqiang’s own strength, it is very likely that he will not be able to bear this blow.

Anlin stopped in front of Xiaoxie, very indifferent, and took out the Zhuque, and even had a leisurely turn to urge the little evil: "Hurry up, don't make a contract."

Ouyang Xia saw this scene, angered and crowned, and felt that he was insulted.

The price of ignorance and arrogance is only death!

However, under the horror of the eyes, Ouyang Xia took the color of the heavens and the earth, and the extremely overbearing swordsman, in the moment of touching Anlin, turned the direction reflections strangely.

Ouyang Xia’s heart jumped and immediately crossed the sword in front of him.

However, how his anger can be so simple, it can withstand it.

The golden swordsmanship is ruined and unstoppable.

The master of the Tianjianzong was swiftly flying for several kilometers by his own sword. The blood in his body was raging, and the sword was raging. The corner of his mouth could not help but slowly ooze the blood.

The disciples of Tian Jianzong were dumbfounded. The powerful masters in their minds were actually rebounded by Anlin, and a move was hit hard. !

"Damn, what is this strange thing?!"

Ouyang Xia looked at Anlin with impatience and he saw Anlin taking out a mirror.

Also at this moment, a crisp cicada sounded.

Lan Mengjian officially became the younger brother of Xiaoxie!

"No!" Ouyang Xia looked at the direction of Xiaoxie with horror, holding the sword of the inexhaustible Jin Mang, and rushed toward Xiaoxie again.

An Lin was entangled in the fire and the holy fire, and displayed the Vulcan model, and rushed toward Ouyang Xia.

"Four times, Kirin arm fire fist!"

The fist burst out like the sun, the glare of the glare, where the punch is, the hollow is twisted and cracked, and everything is nothing!

Ouyang Xia actually felt an extremely dangerous atmosphere from An Lin’s fist.

He went to Anlin with a sword, and the power of Shinto was raging, and the soul of Jin Mang was taken.

However, An Lin’s fist was extremely horrible, and the swordsmanship of Ouyang Xia collided and squashed, and the giant force came from the waves, and swept through the whole body of Ouyang Xia.

"Oh..." Ouyang Xia spit out a blood, and his body flew backwards.

The disciples of Tian Jianzong looked dumbfounded, and their masters and brothers were bombarded by Anlin!

"Ann Lin Jianxian is not good at using swords? Why is it so powerful with fists?" Sun Yuluo muttered.

Anlin breathed, and as Vulcan came to Ouyangxia step by step: "I don't mean, I am too small for you? How do you always vomit blood, is it bad?"

Ouyang Xia was short of breath, biting his teeth and looking forward to Anlin~www.readwn.com~ whispered: "Come on!"

The swordsmanship is shining, the fire is burning, and the two are colliding again at high altitude! Booming and banging... The energy of the waves is stirring for a dozen, and the light illuminates the dark world of the dead spirit.

Xiaoxie saw Anlin in the sky, and the tender round face showed a smile: "It's still quite reliable."

Later, she turned her eyes to the Blue Dream Sword.

The blue dream sword trembled, and then pleaded around the little evil to keep flying.

Xiaoxie smiled and said: "While you and I have established the master and servant contract between Jianling, but can be refining by a human being, let him be your master, what do you think of my family, Anlin?"

Lan Mengjian is biased towards the sword: "Hey!"

"Oh? You said that Anlin doesn't understand your heart? You have another sweetheart?" Xiaoxie smiled thoughtfully.

Lan Mengjian ordered a hilt and agreed.

"Who is he?" Xiao Xie is curious.

Sun Yuluo is looking up to admire the idol battle, and suddenly feels a little cool on the back.

what is this?

He turned his head and found that a little boy was kneeling on his back with his hands and feet. The blue face burst into a smile of 180 degrees, his eyes raised, his tongue sticking out his face.

Sun Yuluo: "..."

"what……!!!"

Sun Yuluo screamed hundreds of decibels, and the whole person was scared even by the soul!

"Save... help!"

He had a soft leg and sat down on the ground, asking for help from the evil.

Xiaoxie looked at Sun Yuluo with a look of eccentricity. He said with difficulty: "Do you say that he is?"

The little boy nodded and put out his tongue and snorted, licking the neck of Sun Yuluo!

Sun Yuluo trembled, the familiar and horrible touch, scared him to be soft.

Xiaoxie: "..., really bad taste..."