I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"Xiao Xie, give me a face." An Lin pleaded.

The sword of victory is not moving, like a scrap iron.

Anlin glanced at the crowd, and his face was red.

Damn, good!

"Haha, it's okay, maybe your sword is too tired, so I don't want to move." Xu Xiaolan saw Anlin's appearance and immediately said comfort.

She did not know whether Anlin’s victory sword had sword spirit, but this is not the case, she felt that she should not continue, so she took the initiative to defend Anlin.

Anlin nodded in disappointment and picked up the sword of victory.

He suddenly sounded one thing, it was a system task.

The source of the gods is the most important - to achieve the conditions: success in making a weapon to the soul.

His victory and evil swords are clear and fascinating, and they will smash their masters. Why didn't they show the completion of the mission?

"Xiaolan, I want to ask if my victory and evil sword can speak, is it countless?" Anlin asked with some doubts.

Xu Xiaolan shook his head: "Of course not. The birth of the sword is that the sword spirit can condense the body from the sword body. The sword can speak, but it means that this weapon has the ingenuity and belongs to the stage of the spirit!"

An Lin heard some disappointment. He naturally heard of countless ways to make weapons and animals, but this is also different from swords. Who knows which one is better than the sword.

"Xiaoxie, Xiaoxie... How can I make you alive?" Anlin asked without asking.

The victory of the evil sword did not move, there is no trace of echo.

An Lin: "..."

Ok, he confessed.

This is a high-cold sword, which is more than a host to talk to her.

The people took a break and went to the last palace.

The most mysterious and scary place of the Dragon Tomb in the winter - the Palace of Heaven!

The first two batches of monks who entered the Dragon Tomb entered the Temple of Heaven and will never come out.

Anlin looked at the palace with white light, and his heart was restless.

This light seems to be telling him all the beauty of the world. It is a kind of irresistible charm. After looking straight for a long time, the heart has a desire to immediately rush into the palace.

The palace of this day is very large, ten times larger than the ordinary palace. The huge pumice stone that carries the palace of heaven, overlooking from the sky, is like a lifelike dragon head, faintly revealing the supreme majesty.

"The old rules, let the first one get two heads, if the enemy is too strong, we will run." An Lin said to everyone.

As soon as he reached the door, An Lin and others followed behind and the whole body was tight.

"Well? How is nobody?" An Lin looked at the scene in front of him, a slight glimpse.

The interior decoration of the palace cannot be said to be gorgeous. It can only be said to be simple and elegant, with a touch of woody fragrance, and there is no such sense of domineering.

The central position is a white light column that rises from the sky, which is probably the source of the light of the Temple of Heaven.

From the outside, this light is tempting, but from the inside, this light gives a feeling of cleanliness and tranquility.

The public is still in the future to explore, and the former convenience of the light column has condensed a figure.

Da Yi Er suddenly opened the ion barrier, and the blue light curtain enveloped everyone.

A white sword like a sword suddenly came.

"Boom!"

The white mans and the ion-protection array collide, and the energy madness sweeps around.

For the first time, the blue light curtain showed a violent tremor, which seemed to be unsustainable.

This attack was too late to defend, but fortunately, one to two robots, can calmly and quickly deal with any danger, which blocked the attack.

"Oh? This is a bit of a meaning, purple star creation?"

A long, distant voice like a scorpion came.

The figure in front of the light column floated to the ground. The person who came was a tall woman dressed in a white dress.

An Lin looked at the woman, her face was light and elegant, like a fairy who was independent, with a pair of silver on the top of the head, which is so delicate that it makes people sink into the dragon's horn.

Anlin only looked at it and felt that he could not open his eyes.

This dragon horn seems to be the most perfect artwork in the world!

Well, it’s more attractive than a woman’s face, and he feels that he’s going to be a corner when he looks at it.

Not only Anlin, but even Xu Xiaolan, Dabai, the clown can't help but look at the pair of dragons...

They even dreamed that the perfect dragon horn would be the reward of this Heavenly Palace.

If it is really a dragon horn, they will not feel any accidents, but feel that this is taken for granted!

"Do you see enough?" The white skirt woman saw everyone staring at her dragon's horn, not surprising, just a smile.

"Look enough, may I ask the predecessors, the reward of this palace, is it a dragon horn?" An Lin asked with respect and respect.

Yes, although Long Aotian said that the reward is what the blood of the gods, the treasures and the like, but Anlin still hopes that the reward will be the pair of dragons.

"No, oh." The woman in the white skirt was not angry. Instead, she smiled and said: "It is not inferior to the good things of the dragon horn, but to get it, you need to go through some tests..."

"What test?" Anlin curious.

"The first test, the test of strength." The white skirt woman gathered into a sword, and her face was still with a gentle smile.

But the smothering of the cockroaches released from her is like the ice of the ages, so that everyone will shudder.

"Up to two!" Anlin shouted.

"Hey!"

In the white skirt, the woman stepped into the footsteps and rushed to the front of the first one, and the wind sword slammed down.

One of them was just opened to the ion protection array, but it was torn open by a woman in a white skirt.

Another Gundam saga has already smashed into the woman's waist, and its speed is as fast as a flash.

The woman's slender fingers make a dragon-claw-like void, and "咔嚓..." an extremely mysterious force that freezes the space and prevents the castration of the high lightsaber.

She walked back and walked, and the other hand held the wind sword at a faster speed and went to the front.

Then, the scene that shocked Anlin and others happened.

Obviously, it is a gas gathering sword, not relying on any weapon of the gods, but the wind sword and the body of the collision, but issued a very harsh metal humming.

In Anlin's view, there is almost no invincibility, and the fire and the splash are actually hard to be drawn by the wind sword to create a dark gap!

As high as a heavy blow, he crashed back.

Another high hit the woman again, and the woman turned to the abdomen of her.

"Boom!"

When the heavens and the earth trembled, Anlin saw that the space up to the abdomen position began to distort and crack...

Up to the silver metal armor, there are countless cracks in an instant, and the body is like a cannonball.

When Anlin saw it, he took a breath.

Even if the white skirt in front of the woman is introverted, but even the space can be twisted and broken, this is the power of the return period can be done!

"Flee!" Anlin did not hesitate to speak.

Xu Xiaolan, Dabai and the clown almost pulled back to the palace door without hesitation.

But in the next moment, the woman has appeared in front of the clown and handed a punch.

The horrible boxing force allowed the clown to vomit blood directly, and then she raised her hand to the sky and pressed against the white, and the whiteness felt a tremendous pressure. It slammed like a giant mountain, and even the bones were shattered. The body is completely plunged into the ground.

"Clown! Big white!" Anlin shouted, the wind wing condensed behind him, was about to use the black source, and fight hard, but between the blink of an eye, the white figure appeared in front of him, palms toward him The chest is taken.

The speed is too fast, and this palm can't hide.

The chest of Anlin was sag into the palm of the hand, and the internal organs were smashed and shattered, and a large mouthful of blood was spit out.

"An Lin!" A familiar cry.

Xu Xiaolan holds the Dragon Spider Sword and struggles to the woman in the white dress.

When the dragon is in the air, the whole space is full of dragons and phoenixes. Mixed with the red and blue swordsmanship on the vertical and horizontal ten feet, with the supreme Wang Wei Chao white skirt women fell.

"Dragon bird..." The white dress woman's face changed ~www.readwn.com~ There was a trace of confusion in the bright day.

Bang! The flames and the thunder burst open, and the ground was shattered, and the entire palace collapsed.

Xu Xiaolan did not look at the result, turned and rushed toward Anlin, wanting to take him away.

However, in front of her suddenly the space shattered, the white skirt woman came out from the fragmented space, looking at Xu Xiaolan with a look of examination.

"What is your name?" the woman asked with a squeaky voice.

Xu Xiaolan bit his lower lip, panting and looking at the woman in front of him, his face is desperate, the strength gap is too big, in front of this strength, even the escape is a luxury...

When she thought about it, she finally gave up the resistance and replied honestly: "My name is Xu Xiaolan."

The white skirt woman first thought about it for a moment, then her face showed a clear smile:

"Hello, my name is God."