I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The bald man looked at An Lin in the distance and his face changed.

This breath... very strong!

Anlin also looked up at the bald man, his eyes were black as ink, and behind him a black cloak condensed in the blink of an eye. Even the black ribbon wrapped in the evil sword was like a black coat. .

Silence and silence, the death and the end of the breath spread like ripples.

Anlin is in the center of the darkness of the center, like the king who dominates the night, calm and restrained, but with absolute power that makes people sleep forever.

After a gust of wind, Anlin’s figure has disappeared.

The bald man's eyes are condensed, and the fist is raised without hesitation.

At this time, the black blade has brought an unparalleled power to come to him and collide with his fist.

"Boom!"

The collision of the two forces has stirred up the kilometer, and the horrible explosion of the air and waves has completely destroyed all the objects within the square.

Anlin and the bald man took a few steps back at the same time. The bald man's gloves have been torn by the blade, revealing a distinct blood mark, and Anlin unscathed, and his face indifferently rushed to the bald man again.

Overbearing to the ultimate sword, no fancy collision, the energy of the explosion will stir up the heavens and the earth.

The bald man was forced to retreat by Anlin’s swordsman, and there were more than a dozen blood marks on his body.

In the bald man's eyes, the black cloak behind Anlin is getting bigger and bigger, seems to become a dark sky covering the sky, and the sword in the hands of Anlin becomes the performer of death and end in the sky, always proclaiming it. Sovereignty.

Xuan Yuancheng and Liu Qianyan looked up to the sky, where the black cloak covered the sun.

As night falls slowly, Anlin’s Taishang’s no-night sword is finally at its peak!

Yes, this time Anlin did not use the Six Gods of the God of War, but listened to the advice of Xiaoxie, and used the sword that was just acquired without a night sword!

Xu Xiaolan was forced to retreat by a red rainbow, and her eyes fluttered. Her eyes had already stayed in the man in the distance.

The real-life warrior is too strong. Even if there is a struggle between two and two, Hu Guan and Yao Mingxi are still in the death crisis. Therefore, Xu Xiaolan listened to Anlin’s arrangement and temporarily supported Hu Guan and others.

Before Anlin separated, he said that he would defeat the bald man and see Anlin’s very serious expression. Xu Xiaolan believed his words and was convinced.

Now, finally, it is the most critical time.

The bald man was beaten with blood, his fists clenched, and the momentum rose to the limit.

"Kid, don't be too crazy, eat me seriously!"

The muscles on the bald man's arm suddenly agitated, and the momentum surged for a kilometer, forming a huge cyclone, and the center of the cyclone was the fist of his right hand.

A boxing out!

The red fist seems to be cracking all things, and it is getting bigger and bigger in the eyes of An Lin.

Its power is huge, the vastness is like the sea, its power is fierce, and it is broken!

An Lin's face became extremely dignified. His sword was in front of him and quickly turned. The black cloak turned into a canopy and the river was directly drained down. It condensed in front of the body into a vortex that sucked the heavens and the earth.

The ninety-nine heavy black vortex began to appear, and its center was so deep that even the soul of the people could not escape. It is like melting a black hole that devours everything, and directly greets the red fist.

"Boom!"

The horrible force will break up the vortex layer, and the space will start to be distorted. Ten heavy, twenty heavy, thirty heavy... ninety heavy.

The black cracks appear in the void with a chaotic smell, which is a sign that the space is cracked.

Anlin's internal organs have been broken and the bones have been covered with cracks. This is already a very deadly wound, but he has no fear and retreat, and his eyes are clear.

In his heart, now is the moment to decide the outcome!

Sheng Shengjian turned into a black shadow and returned to his hand, with a little excitement in the cold:

"An Lin, close your eyes!"

Anlin closed his eyes and he saw the light.

It was a ray of consciousness, tearing the light of the whole darkness, and it was dazzling!

The sorcerer's sword sings a radiant glow, as if the night ushers in the dawn, as if to extinction hope.

The black sky was torn by the white light, and the cloak of Anlin, the black ribbon of the evil sword, all dissipated.

The white swordsmanship rises up in the sky, as if it has been suppressed for a long time, and finally gets liberated, and freely releases his energy.

"The last style, no night, dawn!"

The bald man looked at the white sword mans, it tore the darkness, broke the world, became the only color in the world, powerful, dazzling, and full of hope!

Whether it is the enemy or the members of the team, they can't help but look at the sword that traverses the heavens and the earth, and the heart touches.

I don’t know when the bald man’s chest has been penetrated by the white sword, the blood fog is full of the sky, and the body is unable to fall to the ground.

An Lin is also a force to fall to the ground. He is now completely emptied of the body, and the sequela of using black qi for a long time is not only as simple as collapse, but may also affect the road base.

His body was hugged by a warm arm, and he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful and caring face of Xuanyuan.

"An Lin, are you okay?"

"No...nothing."

Anlin shook his head with a weak gas, but unexpectedly, a burst of blood and coughing.

Yes, not only was his body hollowed out, but the various organs of his body were almost scrapped by the punch.

Sheng Shengjian called a "sweet", then he went back to the Nayong, and ignored the tragic situation of his master.

Xuan Yucheng put together two serious wounded people, An Lin and Liu Qian, and fed the Ling Dan who recovered the injury. In fact, he himself was also extremely injured, but he could barely stand ~www.readwn.com~ Lin thought that he had defeated the fake Saitama and was able to relax.

A voice made him tremble, and there was an endless chill in his heart.

"Cough, cough... It’s a small look at you."

A bald figure slowly climbed from the ruins, with a **** bald head, and it was still very conspicuous under the sunlight.

He took advantage of the wounds on his chest, step by step toward Anlin and others, with a raging war in his eyes: "Your strength has gone far beyond my imagination, but it is still worse than defeating me. It’s so hot.”

Speaking, the bald man laughed: "I am not surprised, I am not surprised, the thorn is not irritating?"

He clenched his fists and kept moving forward, three bloody... He was all gone! He is getting closer and closer to Anlin and others. Like the most fierce ancient demon god, he has to open his life and fangs.

At this moment, the space rippled slightly.

The blue arc glides from behind the bald man, like a geese slamming the water, and it flashes away.

quickly! Very unexpected!

Just when the bald man was the weakest and the mood was the most violent, the sickle’s sickle fell gently...

The bald man looked at the blood marks on his neck, his eyes wide and his face had an incredible look.

An Lin, Liu Qian, and others looked at the blue figure in the distance, and they took a breath.

"Dry beautiful! Perfect!" Anlin sat up almost dying and shouted.

"This is the role of the assassin when playing the group..."

Liu Qian illusion purple blooms, and the mouth raises a pretty smile.

In the distance, the blue moonlight is moving around Su Shiyun and seems to be inviting.

Su Xiaoyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled happily at Anlin and others. The white and delicate face has two shallow dimples, lovely and charming.