Rebirth – City Cultivation

In the sky and on the ground, dozens of Wang Tingzhenjun, because of Jian Jun, all stopped. Even if it is the unruly six-guard leader, the heart will not be willing, but also respectfully stopped.

Jianjun was in charge of the Northern Han Dynasty for hundreds of years and was honored as the first strongest in the North Cold Region. He was as majestic as a mountain, and no one dared to refute half a sentence.

"Uncle Sword, I will definitely win him."

Zhao Du fell slightly with a trace of dissatisfaction.

Dozens of true monarchs, including ten Jindan mid-term giants, coupled with six major bans, the Mancheng royal strong, won a Chen Beixuan, ten get nine stable.

"Humph."

Sword Jun snorted and never thought about it. Shuguang still stared at Chen Fan.

Next to it, the Tianji Cave teaches, and advises:

"His Royal Highness, can you take him, and then how much will he pay? How many real deaths? How can you kill half of the city and let millions of people flow into the river?"

"This..."

Zhao Dulu hesitated.

If the North Cold King City is smashed, the men and women will suffer heavy casualties. I am afraid that his father will go out and it is estimated that he will get rid of his skin. And the other forces’ teachings will laugh at the flowers.

"In addition, in the face of a big truth who can tear the space and smash the vacuum, do you think these people can do Chen Beixuan? For these big truths, unless there is a heavenly rule, he wants to come. Come, want to go and leave, in addition to the same level of strong, no one can stop." Tianji teaches gently shaking his head.

Zhao Du fell a white face.

He remembered that Chen Fan’s **** was in the palm of his hand, and shuttled a few kilometers of vanity, and a slap in the face of Zhao Duxuan. You must know that the swallowing palace is protected by countless legal arrays. Zhao Duxuan is a Jindan Zhenjun. He has many implements, but he is still being slap in the palm of his hand.

These strong people can indeed be killed by many people.

"Now understand? Roll back to retreat for 50 years, not in the middle of the Golden Dan, do not get off." Jian Jun cold channel.

"Yes, Sword Uncle."

Zhao Duo’s respectful jealousy, then he wants to go backwards.

But at this time, the voice of Chen Fan came from the sky:

"Zhao Duo, you sent people to besiege the ancient city, trying to kill me, this hatred I have not counted with you, how can I leave this way?"

Zhao Du fell to hear the words, suddenly formed a meal.

Sword Jun is even more unhappy with a sleeve and looks up at Chen Fandao:

"Chen Zhenjun, all kinds of things before, all of them are because I don't know your strength. I know that you are a great truth, then all the grudges are written off. This seat will not pursue you to kill the Nine Princes, but please also withdraw from Wangcheng immediately. Never enter Zhongzhou again."

Everyone knows that Jianjun’s words are coming out.

Jianjun is acknowledging Chen Fan’s cultivation and can stand shoulder to shoulder with him. The other three Dazhenjuns in the Northern Cold Region have similar agreements with Jianjun. The towns do not intervene and do not interfere with each other.

"I am sorry, I have always been a narrow-minded person. I will report it. Whoever has offended me, I have to pay back a hundred times. If you surrender Zhao Duo and let the North Han Wang come out, ask me a few words. Chen may not necessarily It is impossible to let go of your Zhao family."

Chen Fanxin vowed.

The little man next to him, although nervous, still couldn’t help but laugh.

This is the first time she has heard that some people admit that they are narrow-minded, but they have spoken out from Chen Fankou, but they take it for granted.

"So, Chen Zhenjun is not ready to leave the city?"

Jianjun is a cold light.

"Not bad."

Chen Fan does not retreat.

"Well, you don't leave." Jian Jun said faintly, waving long sleeves.

Sting.

Between the heavens and the earth, an invisible sharp blade crossed the sky, and the air in the entire square, within a few kilometers, like the tide of the sea, was opened open, showing a long white ramp. Jianqi Sensen, rising from the sky, pointing to Chen Fan.

Jianjun turned out to be a crisp and straightforward shot, and when he shot, it was shocking!

In the face of this splitting of the sea, Chen Fan did not retreat, bent out, and pressed his thumb to the void.

"Hey."

A slender black beam of light slams through the void and makes a puncture in the air. Then turned into a peerless sword rainbow, slamming on the invisible sharp edge.

"boom!"

The void bursts.

The horror of the volatility rushed, the vitality was like a storm, and the road was swaying, and the sword was suffocating, like a singer, rushing in all directions. The horror of the two men’s blows is enough to rival the most powerful nuclear bomb. Once implemented, the entire radius of ten miles will probably turn into powder.

"town."

Jian Jun saw the shape, and the brow was lightly wrinkled.

He gently licked his feet and took control of the heavens and the earth. He instantly condensed countless swords. After a long sleeve, he took all the swords in his sleeves and gathered all the swords. He finally rose into the sky and turned into a brilliant sword. High altitude.

"This seat is waiting for you in the sky."

"it is good."

Chen Fan replied, holding a small hand in one hand, and also turned into a black mans, like a smoke, rushed into the nine.

When the three men almost snapped their fingers, they disappeared into the eyes of the people, leaving only the kings, the big eyes and the small eyes, and they were at a loss.

Tianjidong Tianjia teaches a chuckle, the sleeves are flying, and the twilight is set to chase the past:

"This is a battle that has not happened in the ages. How can I miss it?"

Others suddenly woke up, and a person who was in charge of the heavens and the family of the family also rose to the sky. In a flash, almost all the concierges who came to see the ceremony were gone.

Zhao Du fell face and looked blue and green, and took a palm and broke half of the square.

...

Chen Fan took Xiao Man and flew all the way to the height of 100,000 feet to break through the sea of ​​clouds. I saw a big day, leaping from a distance, and the sun was shining, dyeing the boundless sea of ​​clouds into a golden color.

The sword is standing at the top of the sea of ​​clouds, and the white coat is like a sword.

"Chen Beixuan, you should not follow."

Jianjun looked up and looked up at the sun. His tone was flat.

"Since the end of the world, it is rare to meet an opponent, Chen's bones and muscles have long been itchy, waiting for a long time." Chen Fan stretched his body, his face eager to try.

All the time.

He played Zhao Qingchen and the dragon and the gods, and did not let Chen Fan use half of the strength, and he could kill him with his palm. It is Zhuhaishan, and it can only block Chen Fan twice. When he met Jian Jun, the opponent, Chen Fan also saw the hunter. He is eager to know how strong his current strength is.

"I grew up in Jiantian Jianzong since I was a child. I started to learn swords when I was one year old. I entered the congenital at the age of twenty-five. In the past 30 years, I became a six-piece Jindan. Two hundred years of kendo Dacheng, I thought I was invincible. But one sword lost. The man, from then on, only knows how high the sky is and how thick the land is. It is self-infested in the northern cold field. If you do not prove Yuan Ying, this life will no longer take a half step in the northern cold field."

Jian Jun said slowly, as if Chen Fan was regarded as a friend, and he confided his heart.

Everyone who came from the ground watching the battle, heard what he said, all the heart was shocked.

With such a fascinating talent as Jianjun, it was still defeated by a sword. How powerful are the truly peerless arrogants outside the northern colds.

"Oh, really?"

Chen Fan did not agree.

"The northern cold is too small, so small that it will make you feel that the whole world is so big, the genius monk is just like this. Let you be mad and proud, but you don't know, compared with the real genius, what do you and I have? ?"

Jian Jun is faint.

"I am sorry, I have always been confident. On the gift of talent, Laozi may be better than them, but on the fists, these heavens and the world, no one can and my Chen Beixuan wrench wrist."

Chen Fan grinned and revealed his white teeth.

He is so arrogant that even the little man next to him can't stand it anymore. The royal family, even more cold, out of disdain.

"Young and prosperous, naturally think that the same generation is invincible. Without experiencing setbacks, how can it break into a butterfly?" Jian Jun shook his head and looked at Chen Fan's gaze, bringing a trace of pity:

"Unfortunately, if you stand in front of me a hundred years later, I have no grasp of your grasp. But now, killing you is like killing a chicken."

Finished.

A dragon scorpion, directly from the sword behind the sword, shot directly. Turned into a Huanghuang sword mang, like a dragon, dancing between the sea and the sky, breaking the atmosphere, the sea of ​​clouds broken. Swordsman flutters a fist, surrounded by Jianjun, very intimate, as if it is spiritual.

Jianjun’s hand is proud, and the light is cold and cold, like a sword that is straight into the sky.

"The sword name stays long."

"Since entering the northern cold field, this sword has only been sheathed three times. For the first time, the Beihai Sea Wannian Water Demon. The second time, the defeated family ancestors. The third time, a sword leveled six holes."

"The world thinks that I am different from the people of Akasaka, and the strength is similar. But I don't know, how can this senior Northern Territory monk be qualified to compete with my Tianzong disciple? I kill them... a sword is enough."

Finished.

Jian Jun reached out and held the Huanghuang sword mang, and slammed it out.

"Hey!"

The hundred miles of clouds, in front of this sword, cracked open. The boundless clouds slammed into a huge crack. And that rushing swordsmanship, like a sword that splits nine days, no one is in front, and it is topless, heaven and earth, all cracked in front of this sword.

This sword is out.

Ten thousand monks, while losing color.

PS: The third is more, the author continues to write the fourth