World of Cultivation

The faint scorpion is like a smoke, and a flash of moonlight flashes. ◤:◤%飘天文网%◤网◤

Snapped!

The bubbles around the two ruptured.

Numerous sharp spurs suddenly shattered and shrouded the two.

However, such a fierce strength, but can not hurt the two. Mr. Tong is surrounded by two squares. If there is an invisible barrier, the strength cannot be penetrated. Formerly, the child is like an invisible object, and it penetrates with ease. Her figure is like the reflection in the water. It is a wave of swaying, blurred, and seemingly illusory.

Mr. Tong’s eyes condensed.

Turning the palms into claws and grabbing them.

A black palm, a palm of his hand, turned into a black mist, and went to the past. In the fog, there are countless monsters who are struggling to roar, and the air is screaming and screaming, and the people are all sweaty.

Once pity, his eyes were blurred, his lips were slightly open, and his breath was like blue.

"month!"

The sleeves in the hands are like the crepe in the water.

The sky around her, darkened, and a round of crooked moon, behind her. This round of hooks is slightly taller than her figure, emitting a cold glow.

The heart of Zeng Pei’s heart is excited, and the moon is finally coming!

Although the inheritance of the moon power she has cultivated is already complete, there are still some key places to scatter. The inheritors of each generation have all tried their best to refine their cultivation methods, but they have little effect. Even their own cultivation is extremely difficult.

Shenyue, the key to practicing in the middle and late stages, has long been lost.

It is now restored in the hands of Zeng Pei.

The talent of Zeng Peier was excellent, and she worked hard since childhood. During this time, the battles that followed one after another, especially the confrontation with Lin Qian, benefited her a lot.

The tremendous pressure that Mr. Tong has brought to her has also become a factor in her understanding of the Moon.

"Shen]! The cold voice, revealed from the green, the rain handsome faintly said: "It turned out that the pity of the child is the divine power, but it is the fault of this seat."

The body of the chariot was shocked and his face was full of horror.

Divine power!

This is the power of God!

The sky is like a hook and a crooked moon, as if it has worn through time and space, from ancient times!

"Lord!" Some warriors will open their mouths.

"Don't let her run." Yu Shuai said lightly.

The middle-aged maid next to Xia Princess was confused at this moment and muttered to herself: "Shen Yue! This is the real power!"

She has been struggling to find out, spent decades of time, and tried her best to find the threshold. She had previously noticed that she had cultivated her power, but she saw that the sky was hooked at the moment, and she was full of bitterness.

The appearance of the gods and months means that the power of the child has begun to enter the room!

Xia Princess's eyes showed a hint of color, and she subconsciously looked at the laughing Mogo.

The eyes suddenly picked up, and she noticed that Zuo Mo’s body was slightly undetectable and his face changed slightly.

I noticed the eyes of Xia Princess, and Zuo Mo turned his face, and the two eyes touched each other.

Xia Princess found that in the eyes of Zuo Mo, a flash of ecstasy was flashing.

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The cold is not interested in the battle in the sky. The contest of individual force is not too attractive for the warriors like him who are obsessed with commanding the battle. His squats are very average, and there are no outstanding masters. His almost all his energy is spent on how to exert the greatest power of the cadres.

Over time, this has become a preference, or a fighting style.

Even if the battle of the sky is fierce, it will not attract him to half his eyes. His alert and vigilant eyes quietly glimpsed back and forth in the rain avant-garde, like a sly wolf looking for a flaw in his mouth.

He was not scared by the rain guard.

Although there is no difference between life and house arrest in the past, the Hanging Temple is one of the four majors. Even the rivals in the martial art are Jiang Zhe. Growing up in such an environment, how can you fear a war department that he has not heard of, even if the leader of the other party is a handsome step.

For more than a decade, his heart was as hard as a rock.

Others were photographed by the name of Yu Shuai, and they were trembled. They did not dare to act rashly, but they kept watching this huge warfare constantly, looking for the most likely breakthrough.

The war between the body and the Ming Dynasty has not subsided. He is like a lion that has been locked for a long time. He rushed out of the cage and couldn’t wait to find as much as possible to fight and fight!

The eyes that are picked up, the light flashes inside.

When he saw a small team of rain avant-garde unobtrusively shifting to the flanks, his eyes were cold.

Only thinking for a moment, he wants to understand the other side's plan - the other side is guarding the past and fleeing!

Although this speculation is somewhat outrageous, how to look at it, it seems that it is difficult to escape. But there is no hesitation in the cold, he squinted, his eyes carefully sweeping the position of this team, and more firmly believe in his own judgment.

The movement of this squad did not attract anyone's attention. Among the densely packed teams, such transposition is extremely difficult to find. The other warriors, even if they noticed, will quickly regain their gaze. Such a thick team, the internal transposition of the thousand people, does not have the value of the slightest use.

The cold eyes are thinner, and all the killings and radiance in the eyes are isolated by the eyelids that are almost picked up.

It seems that there is no transposition of value, but it is not cold but it is on the heart.

He quickly calculated the small transposition in his heart and brought a series of changes.

The warrior's warfare is best at extrapolation, and as the leader of the other, the calculation ability is terrible. In his heart, the rainless avant-garde is constantly changing.

The change of the small detachment allowed the opponent to battle the thickness of the army, which was one-tenth thinner.

I noticed that the masters near the chariots were staring at the two people who were fighting in the sky. They didn't smell the smell of hidden prey.

He was a little bit faint, but his gaze became more calm and his concentration was more concentrated.

He has a strong intuition

- Opportunity, approaching him a little bit!

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The battle in the sky reached the most intense level.

The dark fog that Mr. Tong’s numerous monsters struggled, under the crescent moonlight behind the pity, was like a hot boiling water pouring on the ice and snow, the monsters in the black mist screamed, and the black fog turned away.

Mr. Tong’s face changed abruptly!

A drop of red blood dripping suddenly from his eyebrows and flew into his palm.

Although there is only one drop of blood, the palm of the hand seems to have just been fished out of the blood pool and covered with blood. This **** palm erected violently, and Mr. Tong’s look was solemn.

"Panma Cliff!"

Once pity, the head of the child was dark, and she looked up, but saw a mountain cliff with hundreds of feet high, and fell down with the pressure of the top!

hiss!

Everyone below looks at the scores, and they all take a breath.

A mountain shaped like a palm, with a staggered vertical and horizontal spread of countless dark red veins, like a blood vessel, the most terrible, but on the mountain, a huge blood, cold and horizontal.

But when it is swept by this eye, all of them are stiff and the blood is almost solidified!

Even middle-aged maids and others can't show a bit of sorrow. This blood is not known for any wonderful use, but it is the momentum of this mountain body, which makes people feel unstoppable.

"A very good head!" Zhu Ke muttered to himself, and his heart was also awkward.

The palm of the eye comes from the magic of the palm of your hand. This is a kind of magical work that is very partial. It is a special subject, and even Zhu Ke, who is well-informed, rarely hears related rumors. However, this unknown boy, who has already turned the door to the magical powers, has cultivated to a very deep level, and his understanding of the [world] has reached an unimaginable level.

This palm cliff, that cold and terrible smell, even if viewed from afar, Zhu Ke also felt terrified.

"On the hands of the magical power practitioners, I am afraid that no one can surpass Mr. Tong. This inconspicuous magic work, carried forward in his hands, has to be admired!" Next to the chariot, a one-horned The Mozu can't help but admire.

This person is named Xiang Dong, and his body is burly, wrapped in thick armor. The most peculiar thing is that these carapace actually grew out of him.

"A person who is not a great perseverance can't be made!" Another person, the dagger, agreed that the person's eyes are narrow and narrow, his eyes are cold, and his pair of transparent **** are crystal clear. This person is called Qian Qing, one of the famous masters of Yu Shuai.

"I hope this woman can support a little longer." Xiang Dong said with a smile: "I can really look forward to the power!"

Qian Qing said coldly: "The power of the gods, but rumors."

The eyes of the two men did not move away. Mr. Tong rarely shot, and he was quite low-key under the rain, and he was very popular with everyone. There are not many opportunities to see him.

Yu Shuai’s masters are like a cloud, they are as strong as they are, and there is also competition.

Palm Head Cliff is the killing trick of Mr. Tong. They only know their names and have never seen them. At this time, they all have a spirit and want to have a glimpse of it!

Countless eyes are in one, but there is no flusteredness.

I don't know when, the hook is moved to her.

The faint scorpion is misty, the sleeves are long and dancing, the figure is graceful, and the sound of the sound of the smoke is like a swell of water, which is passed by everyone.

"Moon children are open!"

I saw that the hook around the moon dribbled around, like the head of the palm of the head.

Did not hear any sound, no strength.

Sen cold and horrible palm cliff, like tofu, cut open from it!

Mr. Tong’s face suddenly changed and his palm was stiff.

"The moon is broken!"

The hook and the moon whirl and swiftly turn, instantly turning into a brilliance, and the graceful dance of the child, in the moon, is looming.

There are countless straight thin marks in the blink of an eye, all over the palm of the cliff.

Mr. Tong’s face turned from red to white, and his pupils expanded, as if he could not believe it.

puff!

Mr. Tong, who was pale and white, spurted a **** smear, fell on his back and fell from the sky.

At the same time, the palm of the cliff crashed into pieces, numerous pieces, falling like rain. Each piece has a smooth cut surface like a mirror.

The whole scene is dead! @ya