MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Section 903, in the name of the master

The whole war department burst into the eyes of Lin Qian.

The bursting power made up the raging sea, and instantly swallowed Lin Qian. In the tight hands of Taikoo, the mask firmly held him, and Lin Qian was filled with regret.

A generation of famous generals has fallen like this.

Are jade burning? what a pity……

Suddenly, Lin Qian seemed to perceive what, almost at the same time, a powerful force, hitting his mask.

The mask was torn apart on the spot, which was a double rainy defensive counterattack.

At the same time as the mask shattered, Lin Qian’s hand was shaken by the ages, and the round sword circle was guarded in front of him.

Hey!

The raging power is like a target, and it is rushing. Every wave of power is insignificant to Lin Qian, but they are too dense!

The sword circle is broken.

Lin Qian snorted and used this power to break free from the sea of ​​violent power.

Lin Qian, who broke free, looked at the sea of ​​power from a distance.

Watching it gradually return to calm from the violent, the aftermath of power, dissipated in the air one by one, and there is no trace.

Really a fierce opponent!

Lin Qian sighed in his heart. The final counterattack of the Guliang knife was the pinnacle of his manipulation of the battlefield. Using the battlefield and amazing control techniques, the whole warfare was detonated in an instant. This kind of thing is not only unheard of, but Lin Qian, and has to admit that this is a respectable opponent.

After the **** level, the first injury.

The injury is not heavy, and the rest can be cured in a few days. Lin Qian did not pay attention to it. At such a price, it is really cost-effective to eliminate a top-level warrior and a top-level warhead.

It is a pity that Yang Yuanhao is much more sloppy and far more frustrating. If it weren't for the vengeance of the Guliang knife, Kunlun could not easily capture his specific position.

The death of Gu Liangdao and the attack on Mo Yunhai are undoubtedly huge. Thinking of this, Lin Qian was very satisfied.

At this time, a long shout, far away.

Among the whistling sounds, there is a faint Longwei.

Lin Qian Chao Xiaoyin looked around, the distant sky, like blood, a scarlet, can not tell the horrible. A figure, like a **** sky, rushes to the side at an alarming rate.

In the field of vision, the figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, a figure of a tall sword, appeared in front of Lin Qian.

Lin Qian’s pupil suddenly shrank.

Wei Sheng!

What makes Lin Qianxin sink is that, except for the faint dragon's breath, Wei Sheng has the same momentum as him. Lin Qian knows what this represents.

God level!

Wei Sheng is a **** level!

In his heart, he was like a storm, and when he was in the middle of the battle, he saw with his own eyes how Wei Sheng burned his power and died. What is the result of burning the power, he is clear. In the same year, Wei Sheng’s strength to burn the power of God, only a dead end, even if it is still alive, it must be the same as the waste.

How... How could you step into the gods!

There was a trace of sadness in Wei Sheng’s eyes.

It’s a step late!

The residual power of the gods remaining in the air shows everything that has just happened here. But when Wei Sheng’s gaze fell on Lin Qian’s face, it turned into a steel-like determination.

"Wei brothers don't come innocent." Lin Qian was gentle and courteous: "I didn't expect Wei brother to step into the **** level, Wei brother finally found the kendo in his heart, and sure enough, I don't want to repair my generation."

Wei Sheng shook his head: "I have a sword that is different from yours."

"Yes." Lin Qian nodded: "The sword road is different, who is right and who is wrong, it is difficult to understand. But who is strong and who is weak, but it can be divided. Wei Sheng, in the name of the sword, can dare to fight with me. ?"

Lin Qianjian refers to Wei Sheng, the white shirt is flying, the wind is perfect, and the momentum is amazing.

"If it is someone else, I will give others a chance to fight for a fair battle. You and my war, not the martial art, is a death." Wei Sheng did not avoid Lin Qian's gaze, and calmly said: "I have made a sword oath, It will kill Kunlun, and the memorial will be empty. Today, it is not you who die, but I am dead!"

Wei Sheng’s temperament is like a sword, and he is absolutely stunned. He’s screaming at the blood in his hand and pointing to Lin Qian.

Lin Qian knows that his own heart is in vain. He had just been slightly injured. If he was a stranger, he was not afraid. He did not expect Wei Sheng to be a god. The battle between gods, this seemingly nothing minor injury, is fat enough.

He wanted to use words to stimulate each other. Wei Sheng’s piety to the sword was unparalleled. In the name of the sword, he thought that Wei Sheng would be in the middle, and then he would not be able to leave a victory in Wei Sheng’s heart. The shadows are flawed.

Unexpectedly, Wei Sheng's temperament is upright, pointing to the heart, such a person, non-verbal can shake.

Inadvertent moves in the past, but they have provoked such an enemy.

Lin Qian threw a happy distraction. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was not afraid. He smiled: "Alright! Master Kunlun, no empty master, then in the name of the master, come to a knot!"

There is no Kunlun, and there is no empty sword gate in the mountain field. In Lin Qiankou, I finally put it in an equal position for the first time.

Wei Sheng looks as usual, but his heart is stirring and difficult.

The teacher is on the top, disciple Wei Sheng, finally waiting for this battle!

The **** sword in the hands seems to feel the sorrow and anger of Wei Sheng’s heart, and the tremors, the whole sky, turned into a blood red, such as the **** sea tumbling, the violent raging killing, filled the world.

The vegetation on the ground quickly withered, the river was dyed red, and the ground cracked a horrible mouth with bright red blood flowing inside.

Heaven and earth seem to turn into a **** hell.

The ancient sword of the hands of Lin Qian, trembled sharply, countless sharp and unparalleled swords, criss-crossing in the sky, sizzling.

The silky blood of the mans, as soon as he approaches Lin Qian, will be smashed.

Feeling the sword of the Taikoo in the hands of boiling, Lin Qian bowed his head to himself, but he was very firm: "Master, the disciple will not insult the name of Kunlun!"

Looking up, Lin Qian's nephew turned into a metal-like white, sharp and unparalleled sword, and a more condensed majesty.

One green and one red two swords, like a rival.

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Don't look at the dazzling changes in the pastoral warfare in front of you, as if you didn't see the general, the look did not change at all.

He saw the intention of the other party, and the animal husbandry wanted to drag him and drag it to the reinforcements.

It is a pity that if the shepherd knows that Xue Dong will be intercepted by the Gongsun, and Minnan’s death and injury are heavy, will it still be like this?

The cold eyes were swept over the crotch.

The face that seemed to be right and wrong, he remembered the neatly tidy spiritual card in the temple of the rest of the island. There is no shortage of spiritual cards, and all the old coffins are resting here.

Today's cadres are long ago not the former cadres. The new crotch, with its complete soul, has been connected to the cold heart since its birth. They are closer to the magic ride, but retain the fighting instinct of the former crotch. Mo Yunhai’s Shenjing is almost all invested in the crotch.

This cadre is probably the most expensive war department in the world.

When the last piece of the spirit card is placed, don't break the last shackles in the cold heart, and the new crotch will make him glow like the joy and hope of a newborn baby.

The former crotch is full of dead breath, but today's crotch is full of vitality.

He walked through the dark and desperate boundaries and touched the warmth of the sun.

On the lonely and cold days of the Hanging Temple, they watched him study tactics under the dim light. They listened to his own words at the pool. Whether it was difficult or difficult, they never left him.

rest in peace.

Please don't worry about me.

In the scorpion of the cold, there was a hint of warmth.

He looked up and the scorpion returned to the cold, and the pastoral warfare that changed its battle with an astonishing rhythm did not cause a little wave in his heart.

The pastoral warfare department is the war department that he has seen the most change. They are like a pool of flowing water, and they can change their battles at will.

If the ordinary warfare, even such an enemy, will be tricky.

But for the other cold, it is wearing a hole in the other side. The pastoral warfare is too much for change, but in terms of strength, it is much less.

The lack of power and complex changes is just a flower and a leg.

Don't take a deep breath and see that everyone in the crotch suddenly flies out of a flame, thousands of red flames, rising to the sky, gorgeous beauty.

The arsonist on the body of the cold suddenly blazed up, and the flames of the sky rushed into the body. Layers of flames flow along the surface of the gods, and a feather like a flame grows freely.

The ice blue magic lines on the cheeks and necks shine with the fascinating light.

The face of the animal husbandry suddenly changed.

Mozu warfare!

She suddenly remembered that the cold is the only one who is proficient in the two warfare methods of the repairer and the demon. The crotch is also the only war department that can have both tactics.

The priest also knows the strengths and weaknesses of his war department.

She is not afraid of the unreasonable tactics of the Mozu! In her view, the Mozu's tactics are brutal, lacking skill, and single. In general, the demon warrior, she does not fear at all, although she said that she will drop ten meetings, but the limit of change is soft energy.

In terms of changes in the battlefield, the pastor has confident that his war department has reached its peak. No war department will be perfect.

Like being wrapped in flames, the heart of the cold is calm as ice.

The paranoia of calmness makes him feel like ice and snow at any time.

The battlefield in front of us has changed, and the silky swordsmanship is like a huge whirlpool. Any hard attack will be peeled off by these ingenious swordsmen until it disappears.

It is a pity that many people have forgotten that before the battle with the rain-seeking father, the cold can be a top-level warrior and never relied on the Mozu warfare.

The change of the battlefield is also one of the weapons that Bin Han is best at.

The scorpion of the cold is a cold, the corner of the mouth floats on the cold arc, and the cold of the heart is dispelled. It is paranoid, still crazy, but more calm.

Extend your finger and point to the center of the sword whirlpool.

The power of cockroaches blew at his fingertips.

A dazzling blazing red spot, like the falling Mars, drifted to the center of the animal husbandry war. It’s not over, and the rest of the four fingers are like playing the piano in the air.

It is a red spot with a finer point at four points, flying to the four corners of the vortex.

Five stars broke!

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