MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Eighty-fourth thirteenth God level! [Second more]

Luo's body gradually faded into a flame. The imaginary body is like a cotton soaked in oil, and it burns.

The flame spreads along me along the chain of the two.

I suddenly turned back and looked at Luo in the flames.

The cold beauty became soft, but it immediately became strong.

She was created and she knew that she was his sword. Sword, you should be strong, you should be sharp, and only then can you protect him.

She knows his thoughts and determinations, just as she understands his emotions.

Life and death together, never give up.

She is his sword, to help him complete the duties he needs to complete.

The flame spread along the chain and quickly spread to her. She was born of him, able to turn into ashes in his flames, and her heart was calm.

The flames plunged into her body, and her powerful power, like a boiling volcano, was born in her body.

"Luo Li!"

The lips of the cherry blossoms are light, and the whisper is filled with tenderness like water. The increasingly pale figure in the flame seemed to hear her whisper, a slight tremor.

The fire is getting bleak, the chains are burning ashes, and the last flame is not in her body. She can feel the familiar atmosphere in the body, he has not left.

"Do not leave!"

My face is regaining strength, she is a sword, she wants to complete his last wish!

His wish is her wish!

His responsibility is her responsibility!

With the same life and death, never give up!

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Another figure flew into the sky.

The elders snorted and turned out to be a sword spirit! Such a soulful sword spirit, the first time he saw it, the most shocking thing is that the sword spirit in front of him is no different from the living person.

This is impossible!

Even if it is Kunlun, it can't make the sword spirit reincarnate, just like a living person. Sword spirit is created by the sword, no one can create a person, it is a god-level powerhouse, and it is impossible!

Mo Yunhai, this guy... It’s a bunch of freaks!

It was not a horror that the great elders of the past had been stunned. It was not a secret that the pity of the child was full of the power of the moon. Many sects secretly had the idea of ​​having a child, and wanted to get the moon from her. In the end, Mo Yunhai had to dispel this attempt because of its strong strength.

Although the Temple of the Moon was not as strong as the Sun Temple in the past, it was also passed down continuously, and in any era, it was able to maintain their own position. This is a powerful proof in itself.

Looking at the sky, the elders are so angry.

The sun, the full moon, and the **** sky together form a very incomparable picture, which is the great elder, and has never seen such a picture.

This is really troublesome!

He was slightly remorseful in his heart, and he should leave early.

Now surrounded by six people, although the other side does not have a **** level, but each distance from the **** level, but only a line.

One or two, the elders are naturally not afraid, but there are six out of them, and each person's strength is very strange, and the elders suddenly feel great pressure.

not to mention……

The eyes of the elders glanced at the corners that were not noticeable in the distance.

The Kunlun guys still want to fish in troubled waters.

As soon as the elders stepped into the ranks of God, they discovered the secret Kunlun Lin Qian and others. Lin Qian’s breath of the Taikoo Excalibur was too strong. If you can take the opportunity to kill Lin Qian, these people will not be blocked.

But the sword in the hands of Lin Qian has made the elders very jealous. Ordinary people may not know the mystery of this sword, but how can the elders not know? The sword of Taikoo and the soul of the former Kunlun master, the power of this sword reached an extremely terrifying point, even if it was a **** level, it was dangerous to be broken by this sword.

Then the elders moved in their hearts and thought of a brilliant idea.

Imprisoning and detonating the realm of the Central Plains, Lin Qian estimated that he could escape with the help of the power of the Archaic Excalibur, but it must pay no small price. Others are dead.

After the injured Lin Qian returned to Kunlun, he would inevitably close for several years before he could recover.

In the past few years, he was enough to lead the Tianhuan to sweep the square.

But before that, he has to leave this alive.

The elders are always alert to Lin Qian, who is lurking in the dark.

Lin Qian, who holds the sword of Taikoo, is like a poisonous snake. It is slightly flawed. This snake will open its fangs and inject poison into the enemy's body.

In the eyes of the elders, Lin Qian’s danger is undoubtedly the highest. Mo Yunhai this group of people will die, Lin Qian’s goal is only him!

Therefore, even if it has been entangled with Mo Yunhai, the mind of the elders is still placed on Lin Qian, alerting him to the sneak attack. But Mo Yunhai, a few guys, surprised the big boss.

He suddenly discovered that he might not be able to leave with the encirclement of these six people.

If he can't leave in five hours, the collapsed central soil will bury him.

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The six people in the left are naturally unaware of the thoughts of the elders, and they are red-eyed.

The left Mo, who is braving the flame, is like an angry lion, attacking wildly. The body is like the vast power of the sea of ​​fire, making him seem like a tireless beast.

If it is not the wisdom of Zuo Mo, it seems that it is not too awake, and the elders are left alone, and they will feel the pressure when they cope.

Zuo Mo is like the sun, and there is endless light and heat in the body. What is even more troublesome is that the left does not know how to cause the sun's induction, a round of hot sun burning on the top of the head, under the sun, the left Mo Wei potential is more explosive.

Wei Sheng, who is occupied by the blood sword of the gods, has squandered tens of thousands of years of killing, and its combat experience is far more abundant than that of Wei Sheng. The blood of those god-level powers contains their battles during their lifetime. instinct.

Feel free to sway, every move is amazing.

The strong **** smell contains the power of terror.

Compared with Zuo Mo, who is not too awake, Wei Sheng’s threat is even greater.

The elders just flashed a sun axe, and the **** torrent of the three swords, like three **** scorpions, screaming at the screaming, whistling and flew in three directions.

If it is hit by any one of them, it is a **** body, and the taste is extremely uncomfortable.

More critical is that it will be passive.

The gods under the feet flashed away, and the elders disappeared in place.

Outside the three hundred feet, he just appeared, and Yuehua’s silk was faintly invisible. The elders also noticed that they quickly flashed again. The figure has just disappeared, and a round of crescent moon is like a knife. Suddenly, he has been smashed from where he was.

The figure of the elders just appeared, and the attack of the ghosts appeared quietly behind him.

Was forced to be so embarrassed, the elders also raised a trace of anger. Coldly screaming, countless **** lines, suddenly appeared behind him, screaming, swept away to the ghost.

It’s really troublesome, but it’s just a hassle!

The elders in the chest kill the sky, he wants to tell these guys, what is the **** level master!

The mad long **** pattern is like a fascinating vine, and instantly wraps the ghost. These dark green lines seem to be tough, and the bones in the hands of the ghosts can cut them, but they grow faster! In a twinkling of an eye, the ghosts are wrapped in densely wrapped gods, just like being wrapped up by a mad grass.

The sword man I left was approaching the elders.

The elders changed their face slightly and pulled back.

This seemingly gray sword mans, there are dozens of angry and deadly! For the first time, the elders encountered such a strange sword, between life and death, between the real and the false, layered, this world has such a strange sword!

The elders are pointing to the virtual point.

A **** pattern suddenly splits into two from the middle, revealing a fine mouth that is not black and low, is an endless void crack!

The sword that I left did not enter the endless void and disappeared.

The elders in the heart are slightly loose, even if they are living and dying, they are inhaled into the endless void, and only annihilate one way.

The viscous feeling of the whole body reappeared, causing the elders to be stagnate, and was almost wiped by Wei Sheng’s sword, and he was shocked by his cold sweat.

In the eyes of the elders, there was a flash of awning. I saw that there was no sign of the ruins of the ruins of the ruins, and there was no sign of silence. The hot magma of the big reds suddenly spewed out of the cracks, and the magma instantly swallowed Zongru.

The magma fire column rushed to a hundred feet high, like a huge fire dragon!

The fire dragon fell to the ground and slammed into the magma. The group of magma seems to have life, wrapped in Zong Ru, and constantly sinks to the heart.

Cracks on the ground, re-close.

The sun, the full moon and the **** sky at the top of the head made the elders feel extremely uncomfortable. They snorted and didn’t see any movements. Suddenly, the rivers and lakes in the original soil were like boiled, and for a time, countless water vapors rose. . These water vaporizes as clouds and keeps gathering in the sky.

The dark clouds cover the sky again.

Moonlight is cut off, the sun's fire is burning clouds, but the clouds are getting thicker and thicker, eventually completely separating the sun from the full moon, and the world is back to darkness.

The silver snake in the dark clouds danced more intensely than before.

The eyes of the elders immediately turned to Wei Sheng, and the heart raised a sense of killing, what about the **** sword? In the years of wan, do you think you were 10,000 years ago?

Innocent!

Facing the **** sword, he slammed his hand out.

Zi La La!

In an instant, thousands of lightnings fell from the clouds in the palms of the elders. The palms of the elders flowed like a layer of silver, which was so bright that it could not be overlooked.

The elder's palm gently turned, and the silver liquid faded from the arm to the wrist with his gesture, and then faded from the wrist to the finger.

Thousands of lightnings, condensed into a round silver ball, appeared in front of the elders' fingers.

"go with!"

The elder elders slammed into a bullet, and the horrible silver ball greeted the head-on **** sword!

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