Rebirth – City Cultivation

"Booming."

The red and white beams of light, from the chest of Lin Jiajian's servant, penetrated into the sky and hit the cliffs without returning valleys. On the bluestone cliff, leave a hole that is two or three meters deep.

Lin Jiajian servant, at this time with a look of sorrow.

The reason why the gods are gods is that they can scream. Even if the flesh was destroyed by Chen Fan and smashed all the vitality, he still did not die, and the soul still survived. It is only different from the Great Witch God. The Lin Jiajian servant is obviously not specialized in the soul, and the soul cannot escape from survival for too long.

‘Why don’t you hide? Not afraid of death? ’

Even at this time, the soul of Lin Jiajian’s servant is still looking to Chen Fan, and he does not understand. His sword is enough to kill all the gods in the world. Where is Chen Fan’s confidence, just using the flesh to block the sword?

"Boom."

At this time, the ten-foot-long blood-colored swordsmanship was also sturdy on Chen Fan’s left shoulder.

Chen Fan’s powerful body protector was almost in the first moment, and was opened by the swordsman. Then the bright red sword fell on the shoulders of Chen Fan, and the sturdy Chen Fan’s figure swayed, and the black robe directly split open. A faint blue light shoulder. The Qing Emperor’s longevity was terrible, and even the swordsman who was able to strike the mountain was blocked by Chen Fan.

But this is only the beginning, the real killing is coming at this time.

"Hey!"

A three-foot-long silver ray rushes out of the sword and squats.

This silver light is a long sword in the hands of Lin Jiajian.

It is made of Xuan Steel, and its hilt is like a winged wing. The blade is engraved with dense lines, like a human blood vessel. The handle is engraved with two small characters, 'Flying Feather'.

If a Taoist priest sees it, he must be exclaimed:

‘Blood Swordsmanship’!

This is a legendary method of the sword. With blood and swords, it will pour its own blood on the flying sword. After decades of painstaking cultivation, the mind and the sword will be combined to make the swordless. But this was lost in China for hundreds of years. I didn’t expect the Lin family to master it. It turned out to be this sword.

Fei Yujian’s jingle was on the shoulder of Chen Fan. This is the power of the three gods, and the flying sword that Lin Jiajian Served with the blood sword is almost the power to open the mountains and rivers.

It was Chen Fan who couldn’t bear it. He slammed his body and burst into the ground, pulling out a pit.

"how about it?"

Hongmen ancestors and others are nervous.

This is already a full blow to them, and it pays the price of Lin’s servant’s body. If they still kill Chen Fan, they have no other way.

"Can Chen Beixuan hold it?"

The spiritual kings, ghosts and other people in the distance are also looking forward to it.

This war is earth-shattering, and its results must inevitably shock the world. Whether it is Chen Fanwin, or Hongmen ancestors and others, it will profoundly affect the pattern of the whole world.

It is even the snow-sand sand, all in one heart, and the double fists are tight.

Seeing that Chen Fan was smashed into the ground with a sword, Lin Jiajian servant laughed.

"Chen Beixuan, you have to change your life with one life, why bother. I am a strong god, what can't I talk about?"

Although Lin Jiajian's servant is extinct, but the soul is still there, it is not difficult to turn to practice ghosts or ghosts of the Japanese nation. But after all, there is less chance of impacting the immortals. How can Lin Jiajian’s servant not hate? There is a strong hatred in his laughter.

It is a pity that when he was laughing, a blue and rainbow rushed from the ground and fell into the sky.

Above the height of a hundred meters, stood a black-haired man, Chen Fan.

Different from before, Chen Fan’s body is blooming with blue eyes from the inside out. Through the transparent body, you can see that each of his bones is as jade, and the internal organs are like diamonds, blood vessels, and mercury-like blood. He is like a glass.

A long feathered sword, stuck on Chen Fan's shoulder, although he opened his skin, he was stuck by the bones.

"Don't die?"

Lin Jiajian servant smashed.

"Ice muscle jade bone, glass jade body, is this a Buddha Buddha?"

Seeing this scene, Hongmen's ancestors and the Dragon Church owners are simultaneously discolored.

They have reached the apex of the world, and their understanding of the earth fairy is far better than ordinary people. From the records of ancient books, you will know the peculiarities of the body of the immortals. And Chen Fan's body, even in the ancient records of the immortals, is the most advanced, only those big bodhisattvas, Daxian people seem to have relevant records.

Such a horrible flesh, I am afraid that under the immortal, I can hurt Chen Fan's few. The ancestors of Hongmen almost glanced at each other, and they were desperate in their hearts, knowing that there was no hope for this war.

"call."

Seeing that Chen Fan is fine, Guo Wenwen and others are relieved.

Only Huang Jing’s bow, his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Dangdang."

Chen Fan reached out and pulled out the flying feather sword embedded in the left shoulder. The face was like a cold ice road:

"Since the birth of the flesh, you are the first to hurt me. With this alone, you are proud of yourself."

On his shoulder, he was pulled out of a half-inch deep sword mark.

The sword scar is about an inch long, and Chen Fanjing's clear muscles are cut open to reveal the sapphire shoulder bone. On the top of the jade bone, there is a small gap, which corresponds to it, but it is a flying feather sword, covered with huge cracks, like ice cracks. In the hands of Chen Fan, there was a burst of whine, which seemed to be cracking at any time.

"Hey."

Then in the eyes of everyone's fear, Chen Fan folded the flying feather sword into several pieces and randomly threw it on the ground. This flying sword was thus broken by Chen Fan with brute force.

"Hey."

Lin Jiajian servant spurted out of the blood directly, his body violently shaking.

He practiced the flying sword with the method of blood refining, and his relationship with Feiyu sword was very close. Flying feathers and swords, he not only suffered heavy injuries, but also hurt his soul. His body could still support a moment. At this time, the breath rapidly declined and he was dying in an instant.

"Chen Beixuan, this hate hate, I will never forget!"

Lin Jiajian servant hate the channel.

After that, he slammed, the flesh exploded, and the soul of Lin Jiajian’s servant had turned into a blood shadow Changhong, and instantly shot away from the distance.

"We are also leaving."

The ancestors of Hongmen fascinated and screamed, and at the same time turned into a cloud of gas.

Chen Fan used his flesh to fight the sword. This kind of horror made the Hongmen ancestors almost desperate. It is Chen Fan who stood there and let them take the shot. Hongmen’s ancestors may not be able to kill Chen Fan. In the face of such an enemy, who can not despair.

"Want to go? I thought that Chen Beixuan is a bullying person?"

Chen Fan sneered and slammed a small yellow gourd.

A golden scorpion sword rainbow spurted out of the sword, and the volley burst into the air, and immediately slammed into the Lin Jiajian servant. Although Lin Jiajian's servant used **** methods to explode his body and burn his blood to escape, how can he escape the hand of Feijian?

"what!"

A scream of screams came from afar.

The soul of Lin Jiajian’s servant, who had not flown a few miles, was smashed into the jungle by Chen Fan’s sword, and instantly disappeared from the world. After Feijian killed him, he flew to the Hongmen ancestor when he was empty.

When the ancestors of Hongmen saw it, they were so scared that the roots of the white hair were erected, and they all made their efforts to promote the "Fengtianyin".

Throughout the air, a palm print of a few feet in size was produced, one meter thick, like a steel wall. This seal is the secret of the Mo Yun hands, the offensive and defensive. The whole white cloud palm, to make up for the thick suffocating, is that the cannon is hit on it, and it may not be able to penetrate.

But how sharp is Yuanyuanjian.

"cut!"

With Chen Fan screaming out, the golden swordsman instantly cut the seal of the seal, and around the Hongmen ancestors, he turned the giant giant of the Megatron overseas for decades. cut.

Everyone is already a chicken.

Just between this short finger, the two gods are degraded? The horror of Chen Beixuan was terrible to the extreme. Ling Wang and others were so frightened that they felt as if they were on their own body.

"Hey."

A blood shadow, shot from the body of Hongmen's ancestors, is the soul of Hongmen's ancestors. His spirit has been cultivated for hundreds of years, and it is obviously stronger than the soul of Lin’s servant, and his flight speed is faster.

I saw the horrible Hongmen ancestors of the gods, wrapped in the blood, crazy to fly away.

But how could it escape the killing of Guiyuanjian?

"Good again!"

Chen Fan sighed lightly, and the golden long rainbow leaped into the sky for a moment, and the volley rushed to the ancestors of Hongmen.

Just when the eyes of Hongmen’s ancestors were desperate, suddenly a sound wave blade slammed into the Yuanyuan sword and hit the Yuanjianjian. When the ancestors of Hongmen saw it, they immediately seized the opportunity to burn the soul, and the speed exploded, and instantly turned into a blood rainbow disappearing into the sky.

"Do you dare to stop me, are you afraid of dying?"

Chen Fan brows slightly and turns his head.

I saw a man in Tsing Yi standing in the void, the green jade flute in his hand, broken, instantly bursting open and turned into powder. The blow that just stopped Feijian was apparently from the hands of the Lord of the Dragon Church. With his cultivation, the blow was made, which also caused the jade flute to be unbearable and collapsed on the spot.

"A hundred years old friend, have to save. Moreover, even if I don't save, will you let me go?"

Tsing Yi smiled.

"Because you know, come and die."

Chen Fan’s sword shook his eyes and his eyes were cold.

He treats threatened enemies and has always been hurried to kill.

"If you want my life, I will come back without it."

The Tsing Yi man laughed and his body turned into a phantom, and instantly rushed into the valley. Chen Fan frowned and passed a **** to Xue Daisha, and he followed it into a valley.

How can I make Chen Fan fear in a district?

After the two people left, there was only a group of Southeast Asian powerhouses, such as Lingwang and Ghost, and Guo warmmen and others.

Everyone looked at a mess, like the valley mouth that the storm hangs, and they couldn't help but look at each other's eyes and see the horror and shock in the other's eyes.

"With one enemy and three gods. Kill one person, one person, one person. This battle, I am afraid to shake the whole world."

The spirit king could not hide his heart and horrified.

The other strong people are all looking dignified, and they don’t say a word, they think in their hearts.

This war is not only to shock the whole world, but to incite all the great kingdoms! These are the old monsters, and you shouldn’t be able to sit still at this time.

After all, this is the fall of three gods!

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