I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

After the bald man flew to Anlin, Xuan Yucheng rushed over again and wanted to drag him with the Wanling Taiji Road.

Unexpectedly, when Xuan Yucheng unloaded the strength of the bald man's two punches, the body felt completely emptied.

At this time, Liu Qianyan has already flown to the sky, waving six staffs, condensing a translucent energy ray, falling like a stormy man to the bald man.

After a burst of energy bombing, the bald man came out of the smoke, his head still bright, reflecting the extraordinary glare of the sun.

"I rely on! Agile and power burst table will be considered, even the defense is so strong? Open!" Liu Qian illusion is beautiful, some surprised to open the door.

Suddenly, a bad feeling rose from her heart, and she madly withdrew.

But the figure of the huángsè was faster, and the moment it came to her, the fist fell unrelentingly.

Liu Qian illusioned with bigger and bigger fists, silver teeth biting, and the staff was placed in front of him, intending to harden.

At this moment, a white figure appeared in front of her, the ancient sword carried the spirit of Tai Chi on the fist, and then turned to the side.

The punching hole penetrated the air, and the rest of the strength set off a fierce hurricane.

With such a strong punch, the power cannot be completely removed.

After a fist fell, Xuan Yucheng’s body was once again hit hard, and he retreated backwards and paled.

The bald man knows that Xuanyuan is difficult to entangle, and once again attacked Xuanyuancheng. Liu Qian’s illusion immediately released the curved barrier to Xuanyuan.

"Flying thunder!"

Xu Xiaolan held the dragon bird and tore a thunder, hitting the right side of the bald man.

At almost the same time, the heavens and the earth suddenly became dark.

An Lin’s figure appeared on the left side of the bald man, and the victory sword set a dark and ruthless track.

Two styles, shadow tiger!

The bald man looked condensed and he felt dangerous at this moment.

Green steel claws!

He used his hands as claws, and his left and right handed scorpions gave off a very bright blue light, which was taken in different directions.

"Hey!" The crisp explosion shattered the darkness of the heavens and the earth.

The bald man's right hand clasped Xu Xiaolan's dragon-sword sword, and the thunder and the cracked, but could not enter the minute. His right hand was the sword that captured the sword of victory, and the energy of the black ink was locked in his blue-light claws.

However, at this moment, a hot energy column broke open the air, and hit the bald man's chest!

"Boom!" The bombardment of the energy column turned into light and spread around.

Then, An Lin and Xu Xiaolan felt that the long sword suddenly came with an extremely powerful force, and then was shocked.

Another burst of sound rang, the bald man appeared again in front of Liu Qian's illusion, his chest clothes have been shattered, revealing some blackened chest.

"You succeeded in hurting me and rewarding you with a punch!"

The red fist fell like a mountain, giving a feeling of suffocation.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Cheng appeared in front of Liu Qian’s illusion...

The horrible punches smashed the clouds and shattered the distant hills.

Xuan Yucheng and Liu Qianyi both vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Xuan Yucheng, are you okay!?"

Liu Qianyi resisted the injury and rushed to the side of Xuan Yucheng, picked it up and opened his mouth in panic.

"Nothing, you don't care about me." Xuanyuan earned off the arms of Liu Qian's illusion, stood up with his teeth and wiped the blood from his mouth. "It's just my fault, I didn't hold back the man, it hurts you." injured."

Liu Qian’s magical words are a glimpse, and the eyes have a moment of loss.

She looked at the figure that had been seriously injured and still stood up and stood up, and her heart was inexplicably trembling.

What am I afraid of?

Fear of picking up the sword, afraid to think of the past?

They gambled on their lives and fought and protected me.

And I have no courage to fight with the sword in public...

They are my teammates, and I am a partner who really fights side by side!

Liu Qianxu smiled a little self-deprecatingly, laughing at his stupidity and cowardice.

"Boom!"

The sky stirred up a wave of clouds, and the bald man's figure rushed to Xuanyuancheng and Liu Qianxuan as a cannonball. It is obvious that his resentment against these two people is deep.

In the face of the suffocating power, Xuanyuan's look is in the face of Liu Qian's illusion, and the black and white Pisces pattern emerges at the foot.

This may be the last punch he can stop, but even so, he has to stay until the end, creating opportunities for his teammates until he is dead!

"Hey..."

I don't know why, Xuan Yuancheng suddenly felt a chill.

At this time, the bald man had already rushed to him, and the fist was bombarded without mercy.

Time is chilling.

The blue-white airflow spreads in a circular shape, and the absolute low temperature solidifies the space.

Liu Qian’s illusion was in front of Xuan Yucheng’s body, and the blue color was wrapped around the skin of her deceitful snow.

She is tall and straight, her face is cold and arrogant, but her purple eyes are quiet, like a proud female sword fairy.

The bald man was shrouded in horror, and the body suddenly had a pause.

But this space solidified, and he was quickly riddled with brute force, and the red fist continued to bombard!

"Stunning snow!"

Liu Qian’s illusion was scornful, and the long, jade-like hand clasped the ice sword, and picked up the red fist to the sky.

The bald man's fist is as soft as the cotton hit, and the extremely cold snow is constantly bombarding his body.

"Ling Frost!"

Liu Qian illusion Jianguang turned, Bing Hongjian went straight to the heart of the bald man.

At this moment, the snow stopped, and everything was silent.

Only the blade carrying the extreme cold power, draws a beautiful blue light and shadow, breaks the snow, and stabs the enemy's heart.

Blood splashed and the snow fell.

Liu Qian's long sword pierced the bald man's chest~www.readwn.com~ However, the sword tip has not touched the heart, and the blade has been tightly grasped by a big hand, and can't be halfway forward.

Blood dripped down the blade of the sword and turned into a light red spot, slowly disappearing.

The bald man’s face finally sank completely: “Very good, this time hurt me again, I will reward you again!”

The fist fell, and the force was broken! The power of terror has shattered the artistic conception of Frosty Day.

Liu Qian illusion spit out blood, and his body was swept up to the sky with his fists, accompanied by the sound of **** swells and broken bones.

Xuanyuan Cheng was born with hope because of the super-absolute sword of Liu Qian, the next moment, this hope was broken by the fist of the bald man.

So powerful, so incredible swordsmanship, still can't win him... The strength of this bald man is really too strong!

The bald man slammed into the air with a single foot, and the fists were bombarded again!

Liu Qian illusioned with the fist containing the power of terror, and finally the heart rose to despair.

She knows that she can't stop this punch!

But at that moment, a powerful hand suddenly hugged her slender and soft waist, turned into a thundering shadow, and suddenly moved a hundred feet.

Bang! The fist hits, and the punch seems to be wearing the sky.

The bald man’s fist is empty...

"Hey...the hero saved the beauty, give you a compliment!" Liu Qian gambled at the man's handsome face in front of him, and smiled happily. Yin Hong’s blood was still on her pretty white face, and the smile was both stunned and moving.

"Give me a good place here, call 666."

"The next fight, watch me perform!"

The man put Liu Qian illusion on the ground, and the black gas is constantly overflowing from his body.

He is the Anlin who has used the source of blackness.