Chapter 243: Take the arrow, the light of the sun!

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Lin Luoran's cold dawn has some heat, and I can see Xiaorong again. It feels really good.
How can she die, if she keeps the space of the beads, she can call the thunder to die, then it is probably no face to live!
The dungeon only impedes the spiritual power of the monk, but there is no limit to the knowledge of the gods. She can naturally enter the space. She had fallen into the abyss before, and she was afraid that the beads would fall into an inexplicable place, and would not dare to go in or go in. She was also counted by Xiao'an's petrochemical symbol. She could not hide, could not avoid, and did not dare to hide into the space. In the eyes of the public, she suddenly disappeared, and the beads would be suspended in midair. It was the state she had known for a long time. This is to hide the catastrophe, but expose the secrets of the beads. Lin Luoran would not have been tempted to do so. Things.
What's more, the space does not accept other living people besides her. She can hide in the space, but it is necessary to leave the winter outside, Xin Yuanping will not give up to torture her to force her to appear - as it is now.
Only by enduring the humiliation of Ellie, let the beads be searched by them, risking the death of the real sign, and in the moment of smog, break into the space, hide their eyes and ears! Along the way, she quietly waited for the opportunity in the beads, but did not expect that this time God is very favored, Xin Yuanping actually found the soul tree!
No endurance, no need to endure.
Xin Yuanping is not a white empty mind. It is estimated that she has not died. She has been forbearing all the way until she touched the soul-building wood. She wants to fight with the soul of the soul and the winter, and it is a pity that she can think of it. She hid herself in the beads, flashed from her waist, cut off her right hand, captured the soul-raising wood, and saved the winter.
The people who play chess don't need to be smart. Just leave an unexpected card and you can reverse the shackles. Lin Luoran resisted the urge to touch the beads at the wrist. They lost the thought that the beads were a hole in the sky, not Those can only place dead magic storage magic.
This is not the dungeon of the imprisoned dragon. Lin Luoran has the power to move, and she has the confidence to fight with Xin Yuanping!
Her eyes turned and she swept through Xiao An.
Xiao An couldn't help but shrink back and down, Lin Luoran discarded Xin Yuanping's broken hand, and that piece of soul-keeping wood was properly put into space.
"I want to thank you for finding this for me."
Lin Luoran laughed, Xin Yuanping was almost mad. She is too lazy to spend a lot of time with Lin Luoran, the black lotus flashes the light, and the sky is full of fragrant petals. A soft, Lin Luoran will be thrown aside in the winter.
Xin Yuanping’s attack is to use the enchanting spirit, whether it is the pink mist or the black lotus that grows in the blood pool of Jinling Palace. It is the thing from the world to the yin to evil, fire attack, yang fire yin evil Lin Luoran gave up the sword, but the wrong hand print, away from the fire hood, the defensive mask of the Lushan writer, was quietly given by some of the defeated Wen Guanjing, now in the hands of Lin Luoran, the effect of glow is not practice The gas phase can be compared.
Seeing that Lin Luoran did not attack and defend, Xin Yuanping felt that the pain in the broken hand disappeared.
Surnamed Lin is too arrogant, a fire hood tries to stop the attack of the black lotus, not self-sufficient - she seems to see Lin Luoran was entangled in black gas, but the thin layer of protection The hood once again opened her eyes.
The scent of nourishment, the sound of oil dripping on the fire.
The thin fire hood is like a pot of oil, and the black lotus petals hit the fire hood, such as the fat and the pot, which is burned and shrunk in the sizzling sound, and one flap wither and wither.
Xin Yuanping couldn't believe it. Xiao An was watching the battle and had a new understanding of Lin Luoran's fighting power!
Sure enough, in the dungeon, Lin Luoran was just caught off guard by his sneak attack...
How is it possible that the surname Lin is still less than the middle of the foundation, and can actually deal with the petals of the black lotus! Xin Yuanping felt that his own cultivation of Lin Luoran was a mistake, and he was shocked and confused. However, he did not know that Lin Luoran had the help of the fire and the phoenix in the space. The fire power was mixed with different fires, which is much higher than the fire power. It is not the body of the black lotus that is used to deal with it.
Xin Yuanping was shocked and Lin Luoran was not very optimistic.
Xin Yuanping’s cultivation is equivalent to her. She is worried about the black lotus. Huo Feng said that this is not a simple thing. For a creature living in ancient times, it can make it feel not simple. Withered, it’s really hard to find...
If Lin Luoran is a half-hanging child, then as a magician that is even rarer than the orthodox monk, Xin Yuanping is obviously more unqualified. Lin Luoran also has a leaky Zhao Xue, Xin Yuanping has only one black lotus that has not been completely mastered by her!
Another hand was cut off, and Xin Yuanping’s situation was getting worse.
Her side began to fill with a reddish pink mist, two ordinary people fell to the ground, Xiao An crushed a piece of Fu, unscathed.
Lin Luoran frowned, she always felt that Xin Yuanping’s fighting power was too scum, very strange. She has beads in her hands, not afraid of her powder fog, but it is the back of Xin Yuanping.
Through the powdery fog, the black lotus stems a dense red liquid, and is filled with Xin Yuanping. The fire phoenix yells in the space, and Lin Luoran stops her. Lin Luoran subconsciously hits a spirit, right hand 掐Printed, a fire bow appeared in front of your eyes.
Compared with the rocket that can be used barely in the later period of training, the fire bow appeared in front of Lin Luoran. The pattern on the bow is more complicated and mysterious. The pattern of the three-legged gold is engraved in the string. This is the Baixianzi. The gifted technique is said to be the secret of a small martial art in the realm of comprehension. The most powerful fire-fighting method that can be used in the base period is "Ya Zhiya"!
In the pre-repair period of the prosperous method of the law, the martial art has a talented young bas-relief monk who can shoot bows and archery, which can be called the monk in the early days of the knot!
Crossing the barrier of cultivation, ignoring the difference of the realm, one shot to kill the monk, it is with this mysterious "light vector". This kind of anti-day technique is not high for the talent of the fire system. Those who can shoot such an arrow are said to be able to feel the call of the sun... Lin Luoran suspects that it is a star force, and the mysterious technique borrows the sun star. The star power can ignore the difference between the realm and cross the border to kill the two-order monk. Perhaps it is a low-spirited aura, Lin Luoran secretly practice, not to mention the sun, even the moon did not summon her ... she was confident to shoot this arrow, because Huo Feng promised to help her borrow a fire.
With his own firepower as the bow, the fire is the arrow, and the whole method will collapse. The rumor that Huo Feng said is to help her control the fire.
Just give yourself a few seconds! Lin Luoran narrowed his eyes and aimed at Xin Yuanping.
The latter drank the red liquid at the stem of the black lotus. The body suffocated and the hand broke again at a speed visible to the naked eye. A new palm was quickly formed, and a demon black lotus appeared on the cheek. The claws of the teeth are like the female ghosts who escaped inferiorly in hell. This is more like the middle of a certain sorcerer. Lin Luoran could not ask her to finish her surgery. Her right hand steadily opened the bowstring, and the sound of the flapping wings. That is the tremolo of the tight bowstring in the air.
An unusually sinister arrow, with a broken sound, shot... the black lotus!