Chapter 621: Years like a knife

On the bright red sea, a long rainbow rises into the sky, like a meteor, galloping toward the terrible waters in the sky. But this piece of Tianhai seems to be close at hand, but it is actually very far away. Even with Luo Yang’s cultivation, at this moment, under the full force, it is still very different, and it is impossible to get close.
"Kids, Lao Tzu can only help you here. The following things can only be done by yourself. If you can't escape, you must die together in the hands of the old things..."
Along the way, the sound of the candle dragon suddenly sounded from Luo Yang’s ear. Unlike the madness in the past, the voice at this moment is full of feelings of weakness, and it is even more reluctant to say it. When the voice falls, there is no longer any other. The sound came out.
"Old muddy..."
Luo Yang’s heart sank and knew that the candle dragon had fallen into a deep sleep, and everything that followed could only be on his own. After taking a deep breath, it was the madness of the wind, and it turned into a black Dapeng, approaching the Tianhai.
But when Luo Yang was only a thousand miles away from the sea of ​​heaven, a horrible world of heaven and earth suddenly surged from the four sides, as if it had turned into an invisible giant hand, and Luo Yang was firmly in the palm of his hand. It is difficult to move forward to the sea.
"The old man has said long ago that everything you do is just in vain. If you want to escape from the old man's hands, even if you have a fairy, it is just a daydream."
The voice of Tianjian’s real person reverberated, and the sound fluttered between the heavens and the earth. The decaying figure was suddenly appearing in front of Luo Yang. Two gaze gaze, looking at Luoyang without any emotion, his face was exposed. A mocking look.
"Futian!"
Luo Yang’s face changed suddenly. When he sipped low in his mouth, his hands suddenly slammed toward the front. A blue giant finger slammed down and went straight to Tianjian’s real person.
Facing the gigantic giant finger, Tianjian’s real-life look is as usual. After a long sleeve of slight wave, a horrible force of heaven and earth will directly cover Luoyang’s body, and the body will be hit hard. Five or six blood spurts and flew out into the distance.
And the cyan giant finger was suddenly broken, turned into a violent aura, slowly dissipated between the heavens and the earth.
"Don't say those monks in the Yuantian world, even the general monk of the spiritual world, so hit by the old man, is already a ghost. And you can persist in the hands of the old man for so long, it seems that this is not the name of the classics. The head is not fake..."
The eyes of Tianjian’s real people swept through Luoyang’s body. When the mouth opened slowly, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, showing a satisfied smile, as if he was very interested in Luo Yang’s body.
Perceiving the killings in the eyes of Tianjian, Luo Yang’s eyes are also cold. When the fists are clenched, they are ready to push the technique again. But the real hand of the sword is raised, a horrible The pressure of heaven and earth will come directly, and the body of Luo Yang will be pressed down. Even the movement can't move, not to mention the trick.
"Your talent is really good. If it is a veteran disciple, he will surely be able to raise the reputation of my sword. It is a pity..." Tianjian real people shook their heads and sighed, seemingly politely said.
"The ancestors of the Tianjian ancestor, but by relying on a younger disciple to continue their lives, they are not afraid to be laughed at by the ancestors of Tianjianzong!" Luo Yang's look was unwilling, and his mouth snorted.
"A smirk? How about ridiculous laughter, as long as you can win the celestial being, the old man is afraid of the ridicule of the mundane people. What's more, in this realm of cultivation, this is the weak meat..."
Tianjian’s real person faintly opened, his face was indifferent, and when the sound fell, the dry right hand was lifted directly and grabbed toward Luo Yang’s chest.
"The law of winning the foundation is not the first time for the old man, so you can rest assured that you will not let you feel a little pain..."
The icy voice sounded from the real population of Tianjian, and when it fell into Luoyang’s ear, Luo Yang’s eyes suddenly tightened, and even from the dry right hand, he noticed an unprecedented death.
"cut!"
Without hesitation, Luo Yang’s mouth suddenly sighed low. When the sound fell, a sly sword light suddenly illumined from the body behind Tianjian’s real person, turning into a horrible edge, facing the decaying of Tianjian’s real person. The body suddenly slammed.
"Your mind is good, actually with the impact of the previous, left this sword in the heavens and the earth, but unfortunately, such a powerful sword, it is difficult to hurt the old man."
Tianjian’s real-life look is as usual. With long sleeves and a squat, the power of a terrifying heaven and earth is suddenly erupted. The sword light trembles slightly, and it is suddenly broken and broken in the heavens and the earth.
Looking at the sword light burst, Luo Yang’s eyes not only did not have any surprises, but instead passed a fine light. When the mouth sighed low, it was the force of the Tianjian real people, from the power of the heavens and the earth. Under the break, the figure retreats backwards, and the hands are fast.
"Years!"
A strong scent from the vicissitudes of life from the rapid outbreak of Luoyang body, turned into a scent of the years, overwhelmingly surging.
"It’s useless. If your cultivation is stepping into the heavens, with this method of time, maybe you can really hurt the old man, but now..."
The true look of Tianjian is indifferent, and when he shakes his head faintly, the dry right hand suddenly grips and wants to crush the power of the years.
But when Tianjian’s right hand was just lifted up, Luo Yang’s eyes showed a hot color, and there was no hesitation in his hands, which quickly swayed the seal.
"The years are like a knife..."
A low-pitched sound rang from Royan's mouth, and the sound echoed. The power of the rich years was suddenly trembled. When it was madly condensed, it turned into an unclear long knife, suspended in the head of Luoyang. There is a continual emergence of a scent of the year, just like the general out of ancient times, it looks terrible!
"This...this is..."
Looking at the sudden appearance of the knife on Luo Yang’s head, the face of Tianjian’s real person suddenly changed. The hands were fast and the horrible power of the heavens and the earth was suddenly erupted, like a pair of giant hands, facing Luoyang. Take a photo.
"cut!"
Luo Yang’s look was indifferent, and he sighed low in the mouth. The vaguely shadowed knife immediately trembled as if it had crossed the eternal years and time, flying out of the years, and squatting in the two horrible giants. on.
boom! !
An earth-shattering roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the tremorous vibrations swept across all directions. The aftermath of the destruction of the Tao was sweeping the heavens and the earth. Even the sky above the sea was trembled with blood and blood...