World of Cultivation

The second two hundred and ninety-two small magic kill

The Dragon of the Dragon has been spurred to the extreme, and countless black gas has quickly penetrated into his body at an astonishing speed.

I saw that his body was swollen rapidly, and his body shape was more than a foot high. The original vicissitudes of the face, at this time also become fierce and majestic, black and red eyes, it is shocking.

Not only him, but other camps around him have violently drunk at this time, all of them are tall.

"What is this evil?" Dahan was stunned.

“I don’t know.” The middle-aged man’s face is dignified: “It’s a bit like Ghost Wing’s “Ghosts will come”, and it’s a bit like a meditation god. There are a few sects with such secrets. It’s been a glorious moment in the Millennium War. There are not many leftovers."

“Why are there not many left now?”

"This kind of secret method kills cockroaches, and the light body, not to mention the operation of the refining device, such as Ling Dan, naturally degenerates quickly." The middle-aged man explained quickly, but his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

In the eyes of Zuo Mo’s spirit, it is another scene. Every battalion is black and lingering, like countless black shackles entangled in their upper reaches.

A sharper whistle sounded abruptly.

The outsiders repaired the swordsmanship, and countless swords and stalks of different colors, like a dense and huge group of spotted squid, whistling toward the lower camp!

Thousands of repairers put the swordsman's scene spectacular!

Those who witnessed this scene are all stunned.

Up and down the Weiying, after Shulong’s violent drink, he suddenly fell into a strange silence. Before the intense killing, it disappeared.

At the moment, Zuo Mo couldn't help but show his surprise. The black gas was firmly bound in the big array. They were like a beast trapped in a cage, madly colliding in a cage. But Shulong, they seem to turn a blind eye to these black air, firmly stand and let them collide.

It was not until the sloping swordsman’s rain came to the top of the head that he heard the Shulong scream: “Kill!”

His "killing" sound is not big, with a unique rhythm, low and depressed.

I saw that the Guard Camp was in full swing, and the violent black air in the array did not seem to be tempted to be motivated. They struggled to rush, but to no avail. The camping face with black heavy armor is expressionless and the pace is firm. As the camping swims fast in the array, an invisible force is generated in the array, which drives the black gas to flow from slow to fast.

A huge whirlpool appeared above the guard camp. The vortex becomes dark at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the intense killing is once again revealed!

The sky-like swordsmanship seems to be attracted by the mighty power, and Qi Qi is throwing toward the whirlpool.

The look of the outside guards changed a lot!

Jianmang is out of control!

How can it be?

Most of them have never encountered such a strange situation.

I saw that the swords of the sky were like rain, and they all fell into the whirlpool of black gas, disappearing without a trace.

Throughout the battlefield, there was a dead silence, and everyone stared blankly at the huge black whirlpool that enveloped the entire battalion.

"This... what is this?" Dahan exclaimed.

The middle-aged people were shocked and could not speak, how could it be? How can there be such a powerful battle in the hills?

The master of Jinwu City really has a lot of history!

It is not a big sect of seven or eight hundred years, and it is impossible to have such a terrible battle. Which martial art is this guy? What are you doing in the hills? Is it the same as their purpose?

The thoughts in my heart are a hundred turns, and the middle-aged faces are also indefinite.

Hong Junxuan saw such a huge whirlpool, his face could not help but change, watching the lively mood disappeared.

He Xiang and others were shocked and inexplicable. The black whirlpool slowly turning over the battalion was like an ancient wild beast, as if it could swallow everything. Thousands of swordsmen were so absorbed into it silently.

Sure enough, there are weird!

He Xiang gritted his teeth: "We are closer! They can't stop our flying sword!"

Other cultivators showed a hesitant color, but Hong Junxuan was behind them. If they retreat at this time, they would definitely be a sword! Go ahead and have a chance!

The elders looked at each other and did not talk nonsense, directly stimulating spiritual power.

A thousand people behind him saw it and had to follow up. What makes them feel a little bit is that they are in the sky, and this weird team is obviously not good at flying, and there is no way to take them.

Just be careful, don't rely too close, there should be no problem.

He Xiang took the lead and approached him. He had a little drumming in his heart. This team is too weird, and the black whirlpools look very horrible. They have a worry in their hearts.

Surprisingly, they are close, and the vortex does not affect them. Could it be that this whirlpool can only be useful for swordsmanship? The courage of everyone has grown a bit.

They tried to move forward again, and it didn't matter!

This time, they immediately decided.

Others also saw clues. Somehow, the middle-aged people sighed unconsciously. This fierce battle brought him unprecedented pressure, like a heavy stone in his heart.

Such a powerful killing should not appear in the hills.

Only the left can see the mystery, the black vortex inhaled so many swordsman, and became more powerful. What is even more terrifying is that the black gas of the strong is introduced into the array, and the black gas in the array is dozens of times stronger than the previous one.

The left eye did not turn his eyes, I do not know why, he suddenly thought of the dirt of the nine turn to earth. The fog is as heavy as a mountain, and these black gas is fierce and fierce!

In the array, they were wrapped in thick black air, and they were still like a fine snake. It seemed like a lot of black water around them. The closer they are, the more intense the black gas is.

Although the black whirlpool is still awkward, in the eyes of Zuo Mo, there are signs of desalination.

Could it be...

Left Mo has a heart.

Just at this time, Shulong violently screamed again: "kill!"

Everyone jumped in their hearts, and before they could react, they heard a thousand camp guards screaming and screaming: "Kill!"

Losing the **** of killing, like a fierce tiger, roaring, unstoppable!

The newly rigorous team smashed away, and each song was like a black cloud, spreading around. At the same time, dozens of black cockroaches flew out in the array, and the thick snake body was tumbling, and they rushed toward the outside of the sky.

Hey!

The endless snakes spit out their voices, making them scalp and numb.

Around the audience, only the black whirlpool suddenly saw dozens of black giant pythons with a length of several tens of feet, revealing black snake teeth, and rushing toward the sky outside the monks.

The distance between the two sides is not far away, and the black giant python is like an arrow from the string, screaming at the power that can resist, and rushing to the crowd.

A vague black shadow suddenly came to him, and He Xiang’s brain slammed into the ground.

Not only him, but other leaders, no one has come up.

call!

A hurricane blew through, and the imaginary pain did not appear. He Xiang was a spurt, violently awake, but suddenly found the darkness around.

Inexplicable fear filled his heart, he swallowed hard, this, where is this?

Cold and chilling, there is no life, he is like being in the void. Lonely and fear are like tides, constantly impacting his spiritual defense.

Calm... calm... be sure to be calm!

This is definitely a fantasy!

He Xiang constantly told himself to try to calm himself down.

Suddenly there was a sound of killing in the void.

"kill!"

Daddy, he only felt a sharp pain in his back, bowed his head and found in horror that a black, swaying palm stretched out halfway from his chest.

why……

His heart fell into the boundless darkness.

Shulong only felt that the temperature in the body was so high that he seemed to be burned to ashes. He bit his teeth and resisted. When practicing "Qianwei", he often encounters a situation like this. He mobilized the magic power. He just killed He Xiang.

However, at this time, he did not have any joy, and there was only a crazy war in his heart.

He raised his palm again, the whole palm, wrapped in thick black air, his eyes became more scarlet, like a heart-like pain coming from the right arm, but his arm did not tremble.

No power can come out of nowhere.

To get strength, you have to pay. Peaceful ***, the time spent, and the quick ***, although saving time, requires other things.

"kill!"

Squeezing a low roar from the chest, he slammed his palms, fingers pointed into the claws, and caught a repairer in the sky!

A black palm came out of the hand and was printed on the chest of a repairer and passed through the chest. The dazzling hood, like nothing, this black palm, passed easily.

The repairer’s body trembled, and the vitality was immediately gone.

What the outsiders saw was a very strange scene. When the savage black eyes saw that they had to smash into the repairers' team, they suddenly turned into a black air and shrouded the outsiders.

The black-covered sorcerer is as stiff as a puppet in the sky.

At the bottom of the Guardian, a group of black air flew out of the air and hit the stiffened outside guard. I saw the repairers of the sky, like dumplings, falling down one by one. Some of the repairers in the process of falling, the body will be gray and no life.

Hey!

The outsiders are constantly falling, and they have a few short breaks. In the sky, there is nothing left.

No one had escaped, and the outer court was once again destroyed, including all their elders. Several elders struggled to struggle, but in the black gas, they were like headless flies, flying around, but still did not escape, and eventually hit by dozens of black air.

The whole battle process is short and beyond imagination, and it is fearful and clean.

A thousand people to a thousand people!

One party was completely destroyed in the blink of an eye, while the other party did not have any damage. The crowd is no longer shocked, they are afraid! Deep fear, this group of guys wearing black armor is as terrible as a demon!

No, even if it is a demon, it is impossible to pack a thousand repairers so easily!

Hong Junxuan’s blood on his face faded, and it was as white as paper. He opened his mouth subconsciously, but did not make any noise. Beside him, other alum disciples, the calf involuntarily groaned.

Even the big man and the middle-aged are showing the color of fear.

They...who is it?

What is the black gas?

That battle, what is it?