: 441. A sword Xilai Yan Zhao song!

The sound coming from afar is calm and indifferent.
The sound is not big, but it seems to be ringing in the ears of blood, thunder, and thunder.
Just as everyone is in the air, I see that the distant light is getting brighter and more glaring.
That is clearly a sword light, coming from the West!
With the Jianguang, the sound of the dragon screamed, penetrating the nine gongs, and pressed the thunder and the broad noise of the fire crow together.
Jianguang speeding, in the blink of an eye will come to the eyes of everyone, first of all pointing to the blood cloud sects, a sword will smash the clouds!
The white-haired old man’s heart sank slightly:
When the country was helpless, these strangers did not do their best.

Jianguang flashed, suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of everyone is a young man dressed in a white robe, blue cover, blue edge on the edge of the blue.
This young man is naturally a Yan Zhao song.
The white-haired old man looked at Yan Zhaoge and asked: "You are the stranger who has a relationship with the Xuehe faction?"
Yan Zhao song said indifferently: "Not bad."
The white-haired old man said: "Then you are here now, in order not to be tired of the Xuehe faction and the Qinglong Mountain, so do you take the initiative to show up?"
Yan Zhao sang his head and looked at the three people in front of his eyes: "What you said is just to kick yourself in the Qinglong Mountain Zongshan Gate and find a grandiose excuse. I am here, you are going to attack the dragon. Feng and Yuliang Snow Mountain."
In Thundercloud, there was a thunderous thunder: "You look at the scores clearly, and you can see that you have cultivated a good strength, far more than rumors, but it is useless. Today, unless the three demons gather together, no one can block me. Waiting for the pace!"
"The acquaintance, take the initiative to sacrifice the mountain, may also leave you a life, but Qinglong Shanzong and Xuehe faction, destined to perish!"
In the big crows, a voice sounded: "Why must you talk nonsense to the dead?"
The rolling flame turned up and turned into two flame wings, which swept over the Yanzhao song, but it was a fierce fire.
Yan Zhaoge stood in the void of the place, did not move, let the flames hit.
But when they were close to the body of Yan Zhaoge, these flames suddenly dissipated.
Yan Zhaoge turned a blind eye to the flames in front of him. He continued to calmly say: "You have made a mistake. I am not interested in fighting the disaster for Qinglongshan. The Qinglong Mountain is dead and alive, and it has nothing to do with me."
"The reason why I appeared here is because I finally figured out one thing not long ago."
When Yan Zhao’s song was spoken, there was a cold cry in the fire crows. It was more than a violent flame from the previous rush, and it came to him.
The big world of life can be included in the top ten human race strong, and the sect of the fire sect is shot.
The real violent flames swept over Yan Zhao’s songs.
Yan Zhaoge looked at the flames of the sky, calmly facing, and the whole body of the body was shocked.
The icy air of the icy, born in the Yanzhao songs, and then turned into a strip of ice dragons, roaring in unison!
A glimpse of these ice dragons, all the demon blood warriors, including the blood cloud, thunder, and the three lords of the fire, no matter how high or low, all feel the shudder from the depths of the soul.
As if the courtiers met the king, the feeling of fear and surrender was born, and it could not be suppressed!
"The real dragon blood?! How is it possible? Is he also a demon blood warrior? Or more than one product, the real dragon blood refining into the body!"
Everyone has a moment of error, but then there is endless greed.
This is not only the sect of the sect of fire, but even the lord of the blood cloud sect, the white-haired old man Lu Ming, and the sect of Lei Mingzong are also eager to move.
The Yanzhao song looks calm and still, the strength of the refining ice dragon's flesh and blood essence is all turned into its own real element, and the terrible moment of horror freezes the world.
The fires provoked by the sects of the raging fires are also like tangible and qualitative objects, frozen together!
Extremely cold, let the heat of everyone's heart cool slightly.
Yan Zhaoge continued to say from his own self: "I have felt a little wrong before, but I have not been sure, and not long ago, I finally verified my doubts."
As he said, Yan Zhao song raised his hand, and the in the food stood like a sword. The real yuan was transformed into a sword.
The ice dragons roared and swayed, and the sword lighted into a dragon shape, crossing the sky, aiming at the sect of the fire!
In the eyes of everyone's surprise, the flame of the sacred lord's body was directly annihilated!
His whole body was floating up and down, and his eyes became dazzling, but he still couldn't resist the majestic sword like the roar of the dragon!
In the sound of the dragon, it is the voice of Yanzhao song: "In a world that is completely strange to me, I choose to keep a low profile. I will patiently observe, collect information, and understand the situation so that I can accurately position myself."
"After all, here, unlike in my place of origin, I have the support of the elders behind me."
Jianguang was shocked, and the sect of the fierce fire was unable to resist. He groaned, and the fire crows behind him greeted them together, and the forces jointly blessed them to help their own lords resist the horrible ones of the Yanlong song.
The fire sect is not like the keel chain of Qinglong Mountain, the blood cloud sect has blood cloud gourd, and there are blue birds.
Their reliance on the big world of the floating world is the first battle of this life, the fire and the demon!
Jianguang was blocked, Yanzhao songs don't care: "But actually, I am a person, I really don't like this kind of style that is cautious in everything, the wave is my nature."
"I am still worried when I first came here. I hope that there will be no threat to the place where I am born." Yan Zhao sang sang and swayed: "But then I gradually discovered that it is not the same thing."
Yan Zhaoge said as he raised his hand and threw a skeleton.
The blood cloud sect saw it, and the pupils were shrinking.
That is clearly a huge hexapod lightning leopard shin.
Yan Zhaoge said in an unhurried manner: "I heard that there is a pair of mentoring in the blood cloud sect. They all practice the blood of the six-legged lightning leopard. The master Leopard Wang Linggang is the old man of Zongzhong, quite a bit of skill, the apprentice Xiaobao Wang. He Taicheng is also a well-known master."
"This made me always think that the person who was easily slaughtered by me is He Taicheng."
Yan Zhao’s finger in the air outlines the first demon man who had been fighting.
"The result I recently learned that this person is not a disciple, the little leopard king, but the master, the leopard king, the so-called blood cloud sect."
Yan Zhao’s songs look at Lu Yun’s lord Lu Ming:
Do you know what mood I am at this moment?

When Lu Ming’s eyes were tight, he saw Yan Zhao’s song suddenly with his right hand. A pair of Zhan Qing Jianguang flew out in the sleeves of his robes, and the sword was red and shining!
Shangpin Lingbing, Qingyuanjian!
Yan Zhao song, a sword forced to retreat from the fire of the fire, the demon squad, the second sword to the blood cloud sect!
The blood cloud is immediately broken, and the horror Jianguang directly squats on the blood red gourd!
The mouth of Yan Zhaoge’s mouth, when it slightly evokes a curve:
You just seem to say, I am going to smash the whole world of the big life?

"Actually, I think you have a reason to say it."