: 912. A thousand difficult to get a character!

Yan Zhao song on the body torso, five colors of brilliance flashing, from the body of the five internal organs, incarnation of the five gods.
Under the five elements of operation, there is endless endless life and endless vitality.
The physical defense and resilience of his body have been greatly improved, as if the avatar is a human figure, and it is a slap in the face.
Shang Jun’s hand in the top of the sacred sacred axe, this is a weapon, this moment is forced to passive defense.
While playing, Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself: "The quality of the top sacred soldiers themselves is not bad."
As soon as he went to the palm of his hand, he almost stunned the white jade.
"But apart from the limited strength of the people themselves, is the use of the top sacred soldiers not perfect?"
"Although it can exert the power of the sacred soldiers themselves, but they cannot enhance each other with the sacred soldiers, there seems to be a layer of yarn between them."
Yan Zhao’s song was a smile:
Chengde Baoguang, defeated Baoguang.

There is more than one thing in his hand, growing up like a short sword, but there is no sword.
The top is flattened as if it were broken, but the imprinted pattern is engraved on the port plane.
It is the time of the sword.
Yan Zhaoge took a shot and suppressed the average. At the same time, his hand was printed on the axe.
It was engraved on the seal of the time of the sword, and the glory of the axe was suddenly dimmed.
The axe blade of white jade looks as if it is covered with a layer of dust and loses its luster.
Then another palm, still can not resist, the tiger's mouth ruptured, the white jade giant axe was shaken off the hand, flew out.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Shang Jun and shook his head slightly: "I saw Yang Chong, I am still unbelievable. It is also a six-fold realm of Wu Sheng. I have never practiced martial arts for many years. I never really thought about it. is it serious?"
"I see a higher level of you now, I seem to understand a little."
"The willingness of your body is not only affecting your practice and martial arts, but also subtly affecting your ideas and minds."
"Everything is gradually engraved in the depths of the soul, becoming a common instinct and common sense, and will not think about questioning and opposing."
Yanzhao sings and touches his lips: "However, the closer the avenue is to the truth, it is reasonable to say that if the cultivation is high to a certain level, will it still be noticed? It is just that you are in this realm, and it seems that you still can't feel it."
"So, how high can you be aware of the problem?"
Yan Zhao songs are still looking up and down, and the average face is blue and green: "The demon is outside, even if it is a moment, after a hundred years, and see how you are."
He walked under the wrong steps, even stepping on the 12th, the emptiness of the air, like a cloud, the whole person flew backwards.
The land of Yunxiao Xingzong is covered by the rain hand, called "hand", but in fact it is both a palm and a body.
Twelve steps to step, almost have the ability to move the void.
Shang Jun did not dare to continue to compete with Yan Zhao song, to escape and escape.
In the distance, he has a strong martial arts and a strong person in the world.
As long as he can escape, he will be safe immediately.
But how does Yan Zhaoge let him escape?
The left hand pinched a sword, and the right hand was crossed with a sword.
Yan Zhaoge's whole person and Jianguang are one, as if they have turned into a long river of time, and they are quickly chasing them.
Time flies, and the flow of Yan Zhao’s body in the void is suddenly accelerating.
His speed seems to have suddenly slammed a bit faster. For Shang Jun, it takes a few moments to move the distance. Yan Zhao’s song suddenly catches up.
Shang Jun was forced to rush, and turned to Zhang Zhao to Yan Zhao.
Yan Zhao sings out the sword and avoids the momentum of Shang Jun.
He punched out with a fist, and the light was dark and staggered, and the chaos disappeared.
In the next moment, chaos converges, and light and dark continue to metamorphose.
The boundless darkness retreats and turns into an infinite amount of light.
In the light, the twelve-day wheel turns in the void, as if the twelve radiant gods illuminate the endless void.
Next, the light is broken, the two instruments are not saved, and the Kun Kun is shattered!
The mysterious style of the hidden Promise is shattered by the big light and the fierce hit in the heart of Shang Jun!
Everything is rotated around the body with ten shining brilliances, all of them are protected.
In the roar of the sound, all the ten patterns were broken, and the blood was madly sprayed out.
Yanzhao singer kept on, his fist stayed on the chest of Shang Shang, and made a force again!
The next moment, Shang Jun chest, completely punched by Yan Zhao song!
Shang Jun’s eyes widened and he stared at Yan Zhao’s song, and he died.
At this moment, Shang Du, who has always had confidence and superiority in his own ethics, has had some doubts for the first time.
He is a strong bridge of the sacred and sacred realm of Xianqiao, even single-on-one death in the hands of a seeing Wu Sheng?
Fu Ting looked at him and suddenly said softly: "You don't have to be so unwilling. The generations of my generation are authentic Sanqing descendants. People like him are probably not necessarily one in a thousand years."
She originally planned to join forces with Yan Zhaoge.
Fu Ting, who once had a brief fight with Yan Zhao Ge, roughly understood the strength of Yan Zhao’s song, and did not worry that Yan Zhao’s song would be no match for Shang Jun.
But whether it is better than an enemy and whether it can kill an enemy is completely different.
Even if it is the inheritance of Xian Ting, a sacred martial arts sacred bridge Wu Sheng does not want to die, and wants to escape, at least Fu Ting is not sure to leave each other.
But after watching the whole battle, Fu Ting fell silent.
She has always been a proud woman in the sky. She has grown up in places like the upper bounds of the world. She has debuted, and her rivals and peers of the same age have not lost.
The genius of the genius of Fenghuangzi Zhuang Zhaohui, if at this moment is the six realm of Wusheng, Fu Ting of Wu Shengwu is not afraid of him.
It is Fu Ting's own old man, who has crossed the splendid emperor of the celestial beings. When the Wu Sheng realm was in the past, it is unknown whether he can beat her under the same realm.
Fu Ting, who grew up in this environment, is really affected by today.
She is not a man of ignorance, and no one who can stand with her.
Biyoutian's high-definition, talent strength is not weak.
But a person who is completely above her, suddenly appeared in front of her, or let her heart is not calm.
This unprecedented experience made Fu Ting feel unfamiliar and even a bit stunned.
However, her mind was extremely determined and she soon recovered her mood.
Looking at the unwilling Shang Shang, Fu Ting shook her head and couldn't help but say that.
That is actually the most intuitive idea of ​​her own moment.
Shang Jun heard that the corner of his mouth touched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he could not laugh.
I want to speak, and after all, I will squander and scream.
Yan Zhaoge, if nothing happened, smiled and said: "Fu girl won the prize, long years, geniuses come out, Yanmou is also one of the mortal beings who are groping on the road."
Fu Ting squinted at Yan Zhaoge.
I don't know why, the content of the words is very modest, but from Yan Zhao's mouth, how she feels how it feels wrong.
This and the previous complex feelings of the heart have gradually faded.
"You didn't use martial arts with no magic, just kill him directly?" Fu Ting asked.
Yan Zhaoge shrugged: "Used, but it is doped in other martial arts. I practiced the incomparable magical system. I didn't care about it. It was only for this purpose."
Fu Ting looked to the other side: "Maybe, there is no difference in use."
Yan Zhaoge’s line of sight looks in the same direction as her.
There, the strong atmosphere is intertwined, and there is a distinct Emperor Supreme, coming to this place!