World of Cultivation

Tan Xu three people are all with a happy color, just the peerless sword, let them deeply shocked. What makes them even more inexplicable is the familiar Kunlun atmosphere in the sword!

All three know what it means. No matter which brother suddenly became enlightened, stepping into the realm of the heavens, or the sword is born, the sword is empty. Such a sturdy sword represents the power of tyranny. For Kunlun, it is a perfect thing.

The three are Kunlunzi, the core backbone of Kunlun today, and the interests of the sects are closely related to them.

"We must get the embryos of the gods." Nie Chenxi smashed the railway, his eyes flashed an unusually determined color, and his calmness was always inexplicable.

The other two nodded at the same time, and the face also showed a feverish color.

This peerless sword is like a king, even the strongest master of the year, in front of such a sturdy sword, it is as small as an ant.

The strongest name in the world is destined to return to Kunlun again.

Kunlun has always been regarded as the most powerful martial art. However, over the years, it has never seen the scenes of the same year. Even the area, Mo Yunhai, dared to compete with them.

For the proud Kunlun disciples, this makes them particularly difficult to accept.

Now Kunlun once again demonstrates its arrogant power. How can they talk about Xu Xuan?

"Everyone is careful." Nie Chen was not stunned, but he was more cautious. He understands that before the sword is not coming out, the other determination to compete for the embryos of the gods is absolutely fifty percent.

Although the Shen Bing embryo can not compete with the sword, but one more soldier can install, other forces can more than one against Kunlun.

However, Nie Chen is not worried. The three of them are Kunlunzi, the real master who has been carefully selected from countless disciples.

Kunlun is throughout Kunlun, but fifty.

If there is only one person, Nie Chen still has to think about it, but now the three people are together, and the various information on the totem's field is well known. Nie Chen is full of confidence.

Yan Lingmeng played with the rain and screamed, suddenly looked up: "Rain is a good baby, but if you want to mobilize, you must first use the power to refine."

Tan Xu glanced and shook his head: "I am not interested in this soft stuff."

Nie Chen is also not disappointing: "My sword is masculine and not applicable. The teacher and sister will take it."

Yan Ling Meng did not deny, nodded: "Good."

Rain is really suitable for her, her sword is the path of pure Yin. She couldn't help thinking about it. If the rain was made into a sword, the word "rain" would have her heart.

With this help, her strength will inevitably leap to a higher level.

Nowadays, it is a sword to say that the gods are equipped with weapons. They are only coveted. The so-called Excalibur is not how the sword got, but the sword that can withstand the power of God. Divine power is more than the spiritual power. I don’t know how many times he wants to be overbearing. The ordinary flying sword can’t bear it.

In fact, this situation does not only occur in Kunlun, but also in other sects.

The accumulation of the Kunlun millennium relies on the spiritual system, and today's divine power, they do not have much advantage. Maybe there will be some family bottoms, but there are so many porridges, those who have a family, but only enough to build one or two soldiers, others can only hope to sigh.

In fact, in recent years, many materials suitable for divine power have been discovered. These materials are generally not high in quality, but even so, their prices are still soaring and expensive.

This is also the reason why God's clothing is expensive.

The lag of materials has caused everyone to endure the constraints imposed by low-level weapons in their hands.

Therefore, although Tan Xu and Nie Chen generously let the rain linger, it is inevitable that there will be some jealousy. With the rain and shackles as the main body, it is possible to refine a sword. Now you can get a sword of a hand, enough to envy.

Seeing that Ling Ling Meng loved to put it down, Nie Chen couldn’t help but smile: "Sisters go back and study slowly, let’s finish the task first."

There was a blush on the face of Yan Lingmeng, and some Hao Ran: "The little girl is a little out of order."

Nie Chen understood the smile and immediately reminded: "There is a crisis in front of us. We must fight the spirit and be careful. Mo Yunhai's gang is not a good one."

"Hey! I see it is an exaggeration!" Tan Xu snorted and said proudly: "Unfortunately, I have not encountered it before. Otherwise, I must kill them all, carrying their heads and hanging on the transmission array of Mo Yunhai. !"

Nie Chen had no choice but to smile. He talked about the fact that Xu Shi’s younger brother had never seen him. He was too lazy to say anything.

However, Ling Meng dreamed and the distracting thoughts disappeared. Nie Chen secretly nodded and said: "Go, go out to the rain hall, then go to the front of the Fourth Palace. After passing the fourth house, we can get the embryos of the gods. It is."

"So too boring!" In the eyes of Tan Xu, the fierce flashes: "We are better off ambushing in front of the Sigongmen, killing the arrogance of Mo Yunhai, isn't it more fun?"

Nie Chen’s heart was moving, and he felt that the idea of ​​Tan Xu was not completely unfeasible. With their strength, if they have a sneak attack, they can only avoid being pitiful.

“Can someone be faster than us?” Yan Ling Meng suddenly asked.

Both Nie Chen and Tan Xu are a glimpse. The murderousness on the face of Tan Xu disappeared, and then the expression of thinking was revealed. Although he was proud, he was not stupid.

"It shouldn't be." Nie Chen said: "We have a good grasp of the situation, and we have not encountered any powerful enemies along the way. It can be said that all the way is smooth, faster than us, but it is not easy. However, we still have to fight spirits. It’s not good. In case the enemy is doing the same, the ship is overturned in the gutter, that’s not good.”

The three men looked at each other and showed a dignified color.

"Let's go, be careful." Nie Chen reminded again.

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Zuo Mo’s sneak attack plan went smoothly.

It’s easy to kill a few guys in a row. These people did not even think that they would be attacked, and Zuo Mo and others shot, they are fast and embarrassing.

However, the strength of these people is generally not high, there is no good thing on the body, but it is a bit disappointing. However, after thinking about it, these people are their own enemies, destroying one, and they have a little more hope of getting the embryos of the gods. His mood is better.

Suddenly, the ghost fog boy reminded: "Come, three!"

Just a few rounds back and forth, everyone has now cooperated with the tacit understanding, no need to greet, Ghost Children will tell the left and other people where the three appear.

Three people!

Due to the positional relationship, Zuo Mo, Shi Pin and Stupid Birds were shot.

Xiao Mo Ge's small axe, immersed in the fog, quietly sneaked to one of them.

The small crescent of the ten products is extremely pocket-sized, and it is impossible to detect in the fog. I don’t know if it’s been a long time with Zuo Mo, and even the ten warlike products have become insidious and incomprehensible. This blow does not show the mountain without dew, there is no wind.

In contrast, the arrogant bird of Tsundere King, naturally dismissive of Zuo Mo’s insidious means, posing well, proudly standing, the bird slamming, the sharp bird rubbing the air, bringing countless sparks, Like the red-hot steel, it is extremely domineering!

The ghosts and foggy children who have been paying attention to the overall situation have seen the stupid bird’s glimpse of the identity, and the fog of the body can’t help it.

clang!

Zuo Mo repeatedly tried the sneak attack, and was actually blocked.

And the small crescent of the ten products, also slammed, was bombed.

On the contrary, it is a glimpse of a stupid bird, the effect is most significant. The overbearing and sharp power directly penetrated the other's divine protection, and even the gods did not escape, leaving a small hole.

Three shots, no merits!

When I was left, I understood that I had a hard idea!

His combat experience is extremely rich, and he knows that at this time, he can't give the other person a little room to think. Without hesitation, the right hand sun axe screamed and screamed, and the power was fierce!

The left hand quietly released three sun gods.

Boom!

A tremor of the crash of the audience, the surrounding fog suddenly stirred up, the two face to face!

Nie Chen’s face changed greatly. The other side’s axe was so heavy that he was shaking all over his right arm, and he could not lift it. However, what made him even more discolored was the three sun thorns that flew to his face!

Dark golden sun thorns, sharp edges and sharp cold, make people feel cold.

Just blocking the other side of the axe, his body is in a state of turbulence, just by God, it is absolutely impossible to block these three sun thorns!

Under the strong sense of danger, Nie Chen’s mind was exceptionally clear, and he did not think about it.

Hey!

Seven or eight bright and dazzling swordsmanship, slammed from his left hand.

Swordsman cut the air and screamed.

[referring to swordsmanship]!

This sword is one of his most skilled swords of the year, but it is not among the transformation of the elders. But long-term cultivation is almost instinctive. And now, as a Kunlun son, Nie Chen, the understanding of the sword meaning, has not been Wu Amon.

The divine power urges [referring to the sword sword], not only does not have a sense of stagnation, but has never done what it wants. At that time, he was extremely deep in the creation of the sword, and he was able to make extremely subtle manipulations. And now it seems like a thin layer of window paper is smashed, if you realize it.

The most dangerous and difficult time, the human potential is always easy to be motivated.

Nie Chen is in an indescribable state of mystery.

These seven swords are so wonderful!

Staggered, like a raindrop, from a completely different angle, hitting three sun thorns, no one fell.

Hey!

Then I heard a burst of intimate crisp sounds. The three sun gods, like a light palm of an invisible hand, rubbed Nie Chen’s face in a dangerous and dangerous way and flew out.

The sun **** stabbed the sharp chill, sticking to Nie Chen’s face, and the chill was chilling, stimulating his heart.

Missed! Zuo Mo was surprised. He thought that the sneak attack had lost his hand!

It is a master!

Zuo Mo’s eyes are soaring!

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