I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Ling Xiangle holds the seven-star sword and slams into Anlin.

Jianmang contains the power of the seven-star Siamese, and the scorpion is so solid that it is like a purple practising, with a singularity that is enough to open all things.

In the face of this powerful sword mans, Anlin cross sword is in front of him, his look is unchanged.

Bang!

The sword gas burst, and the purple mans stretched for dozens of feet. It was actually that the attic was also split into two halves.

Anlin was smashed by the sword, and the blood rushed, and even a few steps back, the heart secretly assessed the strength.

Ling Xiangle’s move is enough to commemorate the full blow of God’s mid-term.

It seems that the strength of this war is stronger than expected.

"Hey!" Su Xiaoyun also started to work, the light blue moonlight wheel, jumping space, flashing in front of the elders Ye Zhongshan.

Ye Zhongshan pulled back half a step, and the necklace made up of red beads in the neck suddenly spread out.

Ninety-nine beads are suspended in the void, forming a defensive red array, covering the body of Ye Zhongshan, exuding the mysterious energy.

On the red rim of the moonlight rim, a sharp humming sound broke out, but it was impossible to break through. This made Su Xiaoyun's pretty face condense and could not help but increase the strength again.

The blue mansions of the moonlight wheel became deep, and the red protective fence instantly appeared cracked.

Ye Zhongshan’s face changed greatly, and his palms were shot, and he shouted: “God returns!”

The red beads flew quickly, releasing a hot flame, which formed a phoenix flame body that smashed into the sacred clouds.

Bang! The flame burst open completely, and the things around it were completely burned into nothingness.

The magnificent main attic was completely ruined by the phoenix flame.

Anlin looked worriedly at the fire sea not far away, and saw a woman being protected by the moonlight and jumping from the sea of ​​fire. In the blue silk dance room, the woman's body was a little wolf, but she was not seriously injured, which made him relieved.

"You yourself are hard to protect yourself, and you have the mind to manage the lives of others!?"

Ling Xiangle’s voice rang.

In an instant, a fierce sword was raging.

The swordsman is vertical and horizontal, only the aftermath makes the mountain collapse and the earth tears.

The disciples of the Star Pavilion saw the earth-shattering battle of the peak of the mountain. Some fled and fled, and some looked provocatively.

Ling Xiang Le Jianqi is like a rainbow, powerful.

Anlin resisted with his strong kendo skills and was suppressed from being unnecessary.

At this time, Ling Xiangle has no frivolous look, his face has become dignified: "Too strange, the energy you use is not the battle! Who are you!"

"Don't say so much to the dead." An Lin suddenly turned into a white snow, and the evil spirits suddenly entangled the white wind. If the wind blew, Jianguang even drawn a white line.

"One style, wind sword!"

He has already known the general combat power of the war, and then he will not stop.

At that moment, Ling Xiangle felt a breath of death.

He immediately bite the tip of his tongue and spit it out: "The blood is shining!"

The seven-star sword is motivated by blood gas, and the purple mang rises rapidly and if the meteor strikes, it instantly collides with the wind sword.

Bang!

Two powerful atmospheres collided, and the swords and the earth were completely turned into powder. Ling Xiangle and An Lin were simultaneously shaken by the power of violent.

Ling Xiang is happy to look at An Lin. If he didn't take the opportunity to use the box at the bottom of the box, he might have been killed. Subsequently, he suddenly smacked his eyelids and saw that the sword on Anlin was once again entangled with white wind.

"One style, wind sword!"

Ling Xiang Le heart in the big ramie sells the batch, and bite the tip of the tongue, a spit of blood spit out: "blood refining star!"

The seven-star sword purple mans skyrocketed and slammed into the wind sword.

Bang!

The two blew again, Ling Xiangle almost fainted.

At this time, the long sword in the hands of Anlin once again entangled the white wind...

"One style, wind sword!"

Ling Xiangle’s eyes were black, and he bit his tongue and spit it out: “Blood star!”

result.

He found that his tongue was not bloody, and the Seven Star Sword did not have blood traction!

He was stunned, and endless remorse and fear came to his mind: "No!"

Ling Xiangle lifted the sword and found that the speed and power were far less than the victory sword that was entangled in the white wind.

"Hey!"

Between the blood and the splash, Ling Xiangle fell to the ground unwillingly, and his life was exhausted.

The Tang Dynasty generation of warlords, the owner of the star-gauge, Ling Xiangle, fell down and died of blood on his tongue.

Ye Zhongshan was also forced into a desperate situation by Su Xiaoyun.

The moonlight round with both offense and defense allowed Su Xiaoyun to stand in an invincible position. Ye Zhongshan retreated backwards and again. After seeing Ling Xiangle’s defeat, his face showed a decisive look.

"Star Magic is now!"

Ye Zhongshan screamed, his feet slammed into the ground, and a vast expanse of war rushed into the mountain, hitting the center of the mountain along a certain line.

He has no retreat now, even if he will be countered by Star Magic, he will use this power.

"Booming..." The mountain began to shake violently.

Soon, a purple flame broke through the mountains and rose into the sky.

The endless flames of the majestic, as if to burn the sky, turned the entire sky into a purple sea of ​​fire.

The hot fire on the sea, a little white real fire, like the starry sky in the sky.

Anlin looked at the purple flame, and the look finally began to become dignified. He felt the dangerous atmosphere from this flame.

"Ha ha ha ... star magic inflammation is one of the four great fires of the mainland. Its existence is the biggest secret of our star-picking pavilion, even the war emperor did not know. You can die under these four fires, also I don’t want to pay for this repair!” Ye Zhongshan laughed and the skin began to redden, just like the devil.

"Hey!"

At this moment, the system in An Lin’s mind suddenly turned on.

His eyes lit up and he immediately turned on the system.

It is detected that the host is in contact with the fire, and the following special tasks are released:

The four great fires that absorb the battle of the mainland can be swallowed by the magical method of the real fire.

Mission success: Get the second heavy work of the real fire feather.

Mission failed: burned by flame for three days.

Note: The task time limit is one month, and this task cannot be rejected.

When Anlin saw this task, he looked at him and his heart roared.

Mom, this fire is too cheap!

Xiao Huohuo collected all kinds of fires can become Yan Emperor~www.readwn.com~ Laozi collected the fire, only a double method?

Pit!

People who collect misfires have měin pythons that can be applauded.

Laozi’s failure to collect the fire of God has to be burned as a heresy for three days?

At the time when Anlin was in the abdomen, Ye Zhongshan also began to move.

"You are in my star magic, turn it into ashes!" Ye Zhongshan waved his hands, the sky was purple and raging, "Star Devils!"

Bang!

The purple flame of the sky began to condense into a long flame with a double-headed head.

The purple yan dragon has a shape, and the burning scent makes the surrounding air twist, allowing the vegetation of the mountains to ignite spontaneously.

Su Xiaoyun looked at the purple dragon on the sky, the silver teeth biting, and he was about to rush to the sky, but he was held down by a big hand.

"I am coming." An Lin smiled lightly.

The purple yan dragon opened up and swallowed a huge mouth, with the power to burn all things, fluttering against the two people on the ground.

Anlin slammed into the ground, and his body slammed into the purple dragon.

"Ha ha ha ... really a madman, even dare to face the power of the fire, the magic of the stars, burn me to death!" Ye Zhongshan saw Anlin to collide with the Ziyan dragon, excited to laugh.

A kind of great hatred has been reported, and the euphoria of the powerful enemy has flowed all over him.

The energy contained in the fire of God, even if it is the highest of the Emperor, must be treated seriously. The man who rushed to the fire, facing the power of the fire, will surely wipe out the smoke! !

In the next moment, Ye Zhongshan’s smile solidified on his face, his eyes wide and round, and he looked very funny.

"This... what the **** is going on?" He stared at the Ziyan dragon, and as if he was ghostly, the whole body began to tremble.

I saw the sky, the purple yan dragon opened up and swallowed the giant mouth and Anlin collided together, and the flame swept between them. Anlin also opened his mouth and ate the head of Ziyanlong...