Rebirth – City Cultivation

Although Chen Fan couldn't keep up with this speculative man's fairyland, his face finally showed a bit of dignity.

Only the great monk who once went straight into the earth and built a robbery knew the horror of the innate realm. Lin Biao has only three hours of life, but within three hours, he can unscrupulously play the destructive power of the realm of the land.

Despite this land fairy.

There is no magical magic weapon of the earth fairy, no bad treasure of the earth fairy, no earthy instinct of the earth fairy, no earth fairy

But he is a land fairy after all, occupying a ‘仙’.

Refining and innate realms are the difference between mortals and cultivators. Before congenital, not for the immortal. Only when we step into the innate realm, can we truly visit the door of the cultivation of immortals, and begin to consolidate Jin Dan, Yuan Ying, and travel to Tianyu, seeking to escape the opportunity of this universe.

It can be said that there is no great magic, big magic, big Lingbao. One hundred refiners of the refining peaks are not necessarily the opponents of a congenital monk. Above many stars, a congenital monk is the god, the difference between the immortals.

"Oh la la la."

Chen Fan stretches his body.

In his body, the roar of the Yangtze River and the rivers, the internal organs began to emit blue light, the skin is crystal clear, like a sapphire, the whole person is like the sound of moonlight.

The true element of the scorpion is even more out of the body, and all the rain screens within a radius of ten feet are all arranged. The mighty gods, through the body, began to compete with Lin Biao for the control of the heavens and the earth.

"call."

Lin Biao stood in the air with no anger, and there wasn't any hurricane sword man to hold him up, so it was so arrogant. He embraced his hands like an old man. The strength of the heavens and the earth in the surrounding circle gradually began to be motivated and began to take him as the center and attacked like a storm.

"Hey!"

Lightning thunder, rushing through the air.

The power of heaven and earth in the number of squares is so vast. Far from being mortal can control, Lin Biaojiao began to condense a trace of sweat, but as if it was not felt, the mind is all betting in the control of the world.

"go with."

Lin Biao drove the world and swung out.

"boom."

The arrogance of his cohesiveness is like finding a vent, and suddenly he will rush to Chen Fan. This vitality is far more than everyone imagines.

The void trembled, and the torrential rain was stirred up and turned into countless storms, and the sea surface was opened. There is a crack that is hundreds of meters long. The two water walls are separated from each other, and there are more than ten feet high. It is spectacular and miraculous.

A sleeve of the sea!

Seeing this scene, everyone held their breath and watched with a stunned look.

This battle has surpassed everyone's imagination, and the horror of the immortality of the immortals is simply ridiculous. The Chinese soldiers who stood on the warships in the distance, all eyes wide open, thousands of tons of boats shaking back and forth, like a 12-level typhoon.

"broken!"

Chen Fan punched out.

In an instant, the boundless and powerful Yuanyuan rushed out of his body, and the endless blue light illuminates the heavens and reaches the peak of the mid-sea of ​​the Shenhai. At this moment, the most peak is mentioned. Even the power of the Qing Emperor's longevity was used, and the whole person turned into a blue meteor, slamming into the mighty tide of heaven and earth.

"Boom."

Chen Fan hit a fist in the tide of vitality. Although the punch opened the air in front of him, it was pushed by other forces and stepped back. Even after tens of meters back on the sea, I barely stopped my body shape.

At this time, a 300-meter-long crack has been pulled out of the sea.

One hit the sea three hundred meters!

It was Watanabe Wufu and others who couldn’t help but clench their fists.

"The land fairy, this is the real power of the immortal. My generation has been struggling to pursue the millennium, and to search for it. Isn't it just to control this kind of power, and since then, it has been detached from the world, and it is free and easy?" Yao Dao looked at the light.

"It’s a pity that Lin’s body and Shouyuan, when driving this force for a maximum of hours, collapsed. So, I didn’t expect Lin’s brother to make such a choice, preferring to be his own body, but also pulling Chen Beixuan’s jade and stone.” Li Changsheng Shake his head.

"Lin Biao is the pillar of Lin's future, and Chen Beixuan kills Lin Biao, which is the root of the broken forest family. Lin Biao only has three years of life, and after three years, who will shelter the Lin family? It is better to fight a battle and avenge Lin Biao."

Old Qinglong sneered.

And Bei Qion sent everyone, and they have already mentioned the eyes of the door.

Lin Biao’s power at this time is no different from the gods. Chen Fan actually fell into the wind, is it representative, and soon Chen Fan will be defeated?

"Hey."

Chen Fan’s last punch broke the air wave in front of him and sneered:

"It's useless, Lin Biao. You don't know the innate method, you don't understand the innate technique. Roughly manipulating these heaven and earth is just wasting your time and life. The strength is stronger, can't be condensed, what's the use?"

Most congenital monks play against the flesh, spells, magical powers and magic weapons.

Although everyone can control the strength of the world, but this speed is too slow, and the power is too scattered to be able to condense. The true innate monk, the fighting is only a moment. You have not gathered enough strength, I have already degraded your head with a sword.

Lin Biao's power is stronger, but as long as he can't break Chen Fan's longevity, he can't help Chen Fan.

Lin Biao apparently found this, and suddenly began to be anxious.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A thunder and lightning, he was mobilized from the air and rushed to Chen Fan.

However, how strong the Qing Emperor's longevity is, Chen Fan is hard-pressed by the flesh, and he is not afraid. From time to time, he broke the sound barrier and attacked Lin Biao. However, Lin Biao was inducted from the change of vitality in advance, and laid a barrier to the atmosphere, blocking Chen Fan’s attack.

"Hey."

Chen Fan broke the sound barrier and punched into the body of Lin Biao within 100 meters.

But the strength here is like a piece of iron. Chen Fanchong went in and suddenly his body began to decelerate sharply. In the end, only the normal flight speed. While Lin Biao took the opportunity to take a shot, Chen Fan could only retreat and look for opportunities again.

Look from the outside.

Lin Biao is like a strong man with a giant hammer, waving a tiger and a wind, and the destructive power is amazing, but unfortunately he can't beat people.

And Chen Fan is a small, fine man who jumps up and down. Holding a dagger in his hand, one blows the commandment.

Now let's see who can get it for a long time.

"call."

Despite the wonderful people around, the Chen Fan felt that he couldn’t go on like this anymore. He didn’t have much time to work with Lin Biao.

"It's time to solve this guy."

Chen Fan's body shape stood in the void, and a small gourd called a waist:

"Lin Biao, the world says that you are a sword fairy, don't you dare to pick me up?"

Lin Biao slightly glimpsed.

I saw a small five-inch sword, jumping out of the sword, a total of nine flying swords, only the size of the palm, in the air must, the sword trembled.

“貔貅, Furong, Shura, Red Sleeve, White Dragonfly, Xuanwu, Yaohuang, Qingsuo, Zijing.”

When the nine swords came out, there seemed to be a sword and a sword between the sea and the sky. The frost is cold and the river is chilling.

"A thousand years ago, the nine swords of the ancient immortal swordsman?"

Lin Biao’s eyes were awkward and it’s hard to hide the shock.

And many of the surrounding warriors are making a loud voice of exclamation.

The Tibetan sword is the last land fairy in China, and the world has the most legends about him. His swordsmanship and nine-sword flying swords are familiar to everyone, and many people even know the story behind every flying sword.

"I will use this nine swords to teach you how to practice Lin Jiajian?"

Chen Fanyi's sleeves.

Nine small swords, roots arranged in rows in the void, the tip of the sword directly pointed to Lin Biao.

"it is good."

Lin Biao chuckled, and when the sword was on display, he saw the sea and flew out countless three-footed ice swords. These ice swords are purely seawater-condensed and have three thousand handles. Each handle has two long and long, the blade is sharp and sharp, the transparent blade shines cold, and it is very concise, and it seems to be able to break the iron.

Three thousand-handed flying swords rushed into the air and laid a huge sword array.

The sword was so savage that even the rain curtains in the air were opened.

"This sword array, condensed with sea water, the power of the heavens and the earth, with the spirit of the sword, so the smashing swords."

Even with Lin Biao's power of the immortals, condensed three thousand such powerful ice swords in one breath, and could not help but vigorously agitate the chest, the hair is half white, and the white hair is still spreading at a visible speed.

"go with."

Three thousand handles of ice swords, instantly shot to Chen Fan.

Countless people are discolored at the same time.

These three thousand-handed ice swords, each handle can cut off the steel and split a small car into two halves. Three thousand handles are shot at the same time, just like three thousand beds, and they are shot together.

"Hey."

The nine-handed sword, instantly turned into a circular aperture, will surround Chen Fan in the middle. Numerous ice swords hit the small sword and were cut by the small sword.

Although the quality of these nine-sword flying swords is not as good as that of the Yuanjian sword, there are also the grades of the quasi-spirit, not that these ordinary ice swords can be shaken.

"Get up."

Chen Fan Yu Jian and the whole body shrouded in the blade storm. Like a sword-like tornado, breaking through countless ice swords, rushing to Lin Biao. For this Chen Jian, this big sword array is as hard as a chicken and a dog.

Everyone is at a loss.

It’s just that the sword was brought to the millennium a thousand years ago, I’m afraid it’s just that.

Chen Fan Nai is a master of the robbery period, and the skill of Yu Jian is so brilliant. Can you imagine the earth? His swords and rings danced across the sky, with a sharp blade, and went to Lin Biao. It is the mighty spirit, and at this time it can't stop the power of Chen Fanjian.

At this time, Lin Biao, his face showed a smile.

A white light came from him. As if he could no longer suppress it, the whole body began to swell. Even the eyebrows and beards are shot with swords. The entire hair instantly turns into white snow.

But Lin Biao is still laughing and laughing:

"Swordsmanship for sixty years, today can be sheathed, Chen Beixuan, and pick me a sword!"

After that, a sword rainbow running through the heavens and the earth was shocked.