Immortal Path to Heaven

　　 The bitter north wind roared.

Jiang Qingcheng was wearing a long pink dress with red clothes. There was an inch of snow-colored cloth strips under the skirt. Her fingers were gently lifted up, and there was a worried color on her face. The voice was like a clean spring: "Mother, you said Uncle Yu can't beat the bad guy?" Her eyes and corners of her mouth flicked upward at the same time, and an alluring temperament was undoubtedly revealed.

Jiang Yingrong's face was all fascinating, she smiled, and every word and deed made her heart fiery, spitting out the dirty air in her chest, and pondered: "The blood dragon family members are extremely powerful, and the secret methods are endless. Of course, since Brother Yu dares to take the initiative, the means will not be weak." She said, naturally, to comfort her daughter. In her heart, she is not very optimistic about Ouyang Ming. After all, she has a bloodline and naturally knows that the burning bloodline can explode. What a powerful combat strength.

　　 He Jian's brow furrowed, the knife in his hand flew at the fingertips, smart and elegant, but his eyes were extremely muddy, forming a strange scene that is difficult to describe.

　　Broken Master's eyes without blinking, staring at the field, praying incessantly.

　　Although Ouyang Ming hasn't known for a long time, Master Duan has regarded him as a future generation with unlimited future. Moreover, because of his arrival, it was to bring vitality to Changshou Lane. He and Xiaoman, like a rope, stringed together a group of cultivators from the north and the south. This kind of warm feeling is extremely enjoyed in the heart of the old man, so he certainly hopes that Ouyang Ming can win the final victory.

　　 At this moment, the light in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed horribly, and the lines above the fiery cicada lighted up instantly. It was like a staff burning a blazing fire, majestic.

His wrist “cracked” with a crunch, a wave in the sky, the sky turned red, countless flames condensed out of thin air, and the whole world turned into flames in an instant, even the faint gray in the sky was burnt to ashes general. If this is the case, the key is that within fifty feet of him, all the stone cones are rotating around him. At a distance, it looks like a circular array made of stone cones. Change, and he is the core of all stone cones, and there are countless flames condensing out of thin air at his feet.

　　Ouyang Ming was wearing a battle figure and stepped on the flames, just like a **** of war from ancient times.

　　 I saw Ouyang Ming's staff swayed towards Qiang, and the flames froze in vain, turning into a fierce tiger composed of flames, ten feet in size.

The fierce color in his eyes flashed away, and he shouted: "Go!" While speaking, the left hand pushed forward. This tiger made of flames, and the star map made of stone cones, turned into Two streamers, attacked and guarded, and cooperated with each other, rushed towards Ji Qi.

　　Jiang Yingrong took a breath and was surprised, saying: "Yu brother's aura has two attributes, one is the breath of thick soil, and the other is the flame of fire? This...this..."

Master 　　 looked strange, and asked, "What are the two attributes?" Even He Jian's ears stood.

Jiang Yingrong explained softly: "Generally speaking, the caster is extremely rare, even if it appears, it is also a single attribute, one of the golden wood, water and fire, and a caster with two attributes like Brother Yu can be said to be rare. If you can survive the thunder. It will be countless more powerful than the ordinary venerable, even one enemy and two, all range skills, and great lethality." She read Dao Zang from an early age, and the things she touched were not imaginable by ordinary people. These She naturally knows the problem.

　　 But one thing she was wrong, Ouyang Ming is not a dual attribute, but a full attribute.

　　 has the power of engulfing the head, he can change all attributes at will, which means he can cast spells of various attributes.

　　 Listening to this, Master Master broke his mouth and didn't speak.

Even the most respected Jiang family venerate showed a touch of interest, preaching: "Yu Ping, this is awesome! I thought he had seen through, but after a while, he immediately refreshed this impression and cast a spell. Or, they are rare, not to mention dual attributes."

　　Jiangyu flat pupil shrank inwards suddenly, nodded gently, but did not answer.

　　 Seeing this kind of power exhibited by Ouyang Mingshi, Ji Qi was not afraid, but screamed loudly. His eyes were extremely arrogant, and the volley pressed a button against the sky. Under this button, it was like a white lightning igniting the fire of the prairie fire. The three-foot blue front sword in his hand spread out, the coldness overflowed, and it became dense and dense. day. If you really want to describe it, it is like the gravel in the desert, the snow and ice in the snowfield, a breath that can kill all the world, and these Qingfeng swords simultaneously heard a clear sword sound, which was extremely daunting.

　　Jiang Yingrong's complexion changed slightly, and he said sharply: "The sword technique of the blood dragon family?"

　　 He Jian's face remained the same, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and his heart was secretly secret, I don't know what it was.

　　 He has been dealing with the sword all his life, and naturally feels the awe-inspiring meaning above this sword.

　　 But even so, there was still a trace of disdain in his eyes.

　　At this moment, although there was no change in his breath, the expression in his eyes became wonderful and moving.

　　 On the martial arts field, Ji Qi folded her hands together and her voice was very cold: "He Jian!"

　　 As the sound spread, the blue front sword that covered the sky and the sword light condensed in vain, and turned into one, slashing toward the front.

　　 "Boom......" wherever he passed, the aura trembles, and the strong and extreme fluctuations spread apart.

"Go to death!" Ji Qi smiled with a smile, the spirit in Dantian flowed along the meridian, and merged into the sword light, and once more intense eruption, he was determined in his heart, this sword will make this caster seriously injured, even death.

　　 A tiger made up of flames, a formation made of stone cones, and a sword light made up of countless blue front swords united.

　　The world roared, and the dust scattered, just like the end of the world.

　　The gravel was flying across the training ground, and it fell down one by one. The turbulent rocks and the violent aura, as long as they were slightly contaminated, the spirits would definitely die under the high order.

　　 The scene froze for a while, and the sound of dull thunder blew up and opened.

Master Duan was terrified, his teeth shivered, and his voice was thin and sharp: "This... this is really the power that can be caused by the battle between the spirits?" In order to be able to stabilize himself in this tyrannical momentum, even the escape is very difficult.

　　Where is the spirit-level battle?

　　 The fighting power of these two strong men in front of him, even if not as good as the Venerable, is far beyond the peak of ordinary spirits.

　　Jiang Yingrong's eyes were very dignified, and a trace of sweat appeared in his palms, contaminated with a faint body fragrance.

　　Jiang Qingcheng poked his own mother's wrist with her finger, the worry on her face was more intense, and her voice was clear: "Mother, can you say Uncle Yu can win?"

　　 This time Jiang Qingcheng did not hesitate, but said in an affirmative words: "It must be possible." He also held Xiao Qingcheng's right hand in his palm.

　　 "Mother, your palm is sweating and your heartbeat is fast."

　　Jiang Qingcheng's charming eyes were as white as her eyes, she didn't speak, and she turned her eyes to the battlefield.

"Broken..." Ji Qi's eyes were very bloody, and a ghostly and enchanted line began to spread downward from his eyebrows, like a sharp brush painting in front of him. At the end, one face was black, one The faces are red, intertwined with each other, and a crippled dragon pattern is printed. The breath is extremely violent, and the spirit within a foot of him is instantly stripped.

　　 He raised his hand, and the sword light expanded without limit.

　　 This array made of stone cones, after just holding on for a while, was cut off from it, and countless stone cones dropped, making a "banging" sound.

　　 And this fierce tiger composed of flames was also drawn a ten-foot mark from top to bottom, with a wail, completely dissipated.

　　 It all took a long time to talk about, but it almost happened between the electro-optical flint, from the Qi Qi sword, to the flaming tiger was cut in half, adding up to less than five breaths.

　　 But the sword light is still not stopped, but the speed is faster, like a scarlet blood stain, and wiped off the neck of Ouyang Ming. In this blow, Ji Qi wanted to cut off his head and establish a victory in one fell swoop.

　　 "Brother Yu, be careful!" Jiang Yingrong and Master Duan exclaimed at the same time.

　　 Ouyang Ming's face was also shocked, exclaimed in secret, so fast.

　　 The thought moved, the white bag of the space bag flashed, and the Blood Lancet Dragon Tu has been held in his hand.

But when Ouyang Ming was going to fight back with the blood spear dragon slaughter, the golden sword marks engraved on the back of Ouyang Ming's hand lit up in vain, and a strong sword intention burst out of him. This is sharp and overbearing, as if as long as He has a sword in his hand, three mountains and ten seas, nine days and ten earths, and everything can be broken. This is also a kind of madness that can be heard and died, and the sword light that Ji Qi cut out directly spreads under the sword. collapse.

　　 is like meeting the emperor in sword spirit~www.readwn.com~ has no courage to cut forward.

　　 This golden sword mark was formed by the condensed sword spirit at the top of the sword, and no matter how urged Ouyang Ming did, there was no response.

　　 didn't expect it to ring, it was a blockbuster.

　　Ouyang Ming squeezed the blood gun dragon slaughter, and there was also a hint of doubt on his face, and he secretly said in his heart, what is the matter?

　　 Jiang Caijin and Jiang Yuping looked at each other, and they all saw the color of doubt in their respective eyes.

Master Duan's footsteps moved slightly, looking at Jiang Yingrong, and asked softly: "You have many things in contact, what kind of door can you see?" From his point of view, this sword light appears as if it appeared out of thin air, and it is extremely domineering and Crazy.

　　 Jiang Yingrong shook his head: "I don't know..."

　　 She looked at the picturesque Ouyang Ming with a spear in her hand in the field, and there was a deep confusion in her heart.

　　 No one noticed that He Jian's pupil was deeply sunken, and his five fingers were pinched together. His heart was like turning over the river and the sea. He roared and returned to Jianfeng! This breath, this is Huijianfeng!

　　 actually reflected a shadow of a long sword in his eyes, which was similar to the sword light erupted on Ouyang Ming before. It was a bit more verbose, but also very powerful. ...

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