Chapter 1012: Big movement

　　 The yellow sand in the desert and the stars in the sky are countless.
　　 And at this moment, this is also true of the spirit-eating scorpions in the desert, densely packed, as many as ox hairs, crimson eyes extremely crimson, with a ringing tail, straight at He Jian and Jiang Yingrong came. They are extremely angry, and they want to devour all the outsiders in the desert. The Emperor Scorpion cannot be blasphemy, even if they are just fierce beasts, without spiritual wisdom, but this thinking has been integrated into their flesh and blood.
　　He Jian looked dignified, looked at Jiang Yingrong, and shouted loudly: "Full shot!"
　　'S body is full of earth and earth, with the spirit of the sword, the heart is pointing, the sword is pointing. Each sword is magnificent and majestic and upright, stressing the frontal crush, making people unavoidable, there is a kind of domineering and awe-inspiring sword. The sword gleamed, but there were too many spirit eaters in the desert, and they kept coming out of the sand. The two were like entering a vortex of spirit eaters, sinking deeper and deeper.
When 　　 originally started, He Jian could get out of trouble as long as he used a sword from the sky. But with the passage of time, even with this strongest sword, the hope of getting out of trouble is getting slimmer.
　　Because the sand keeps sinking, you can see all the scorpions in front of you, as dense as rain, and can even be described as overwhelming.
　　 One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
After an incense kung fu, both of them spent their auras in Dantian, and their bodies were all covered with fine scars. They did not know how many scorpions were killed, at least there were tens of thousands, but not only did the scorpions not decrease, but instead More.
　　 He Jian exchanged a look with Jiang Yingrong, and they both saw the bitterness of their respective eyes.
　　He Jian's fingers were a little bit volleyed, his sweat whispered softly, shaking a large circle in vain up and down in vain, and the sword light overflowed and enveloped forward.
　　 his voice hoarsely said: "Jiang shopkeeper, I desperately cut a sword, if you can't escape, it depends on your creation!" By this time, he had no fear in his heart, only a little unwilling. He has filled the foundation and already has the capital to impact His Holiness, but he dies in such a place, it is not worth it, it is too worth it. But telling him to watch Jiang Yingrong die in front of him, he couldn't do it.
　　How to say, he has faith, perseverance, and a breath in his chest, otherwise, the sword in his hand will not be so sharp, and cultivation is impossible to achieve this level.
Jiang Yingrong's face changed and smiled bitterly: "Elder He, you are guarding the elders, you have to walk together!" She said that sincerely, she knew that He Jian's cultivation base was stronger than herself, and she was not even a little bit stronger. It is the peak of the spirit, but the gap is like a whole sky.
　　He Jian shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together, and he was silent for a while, dryly said: "Help me... Help me take care of Xiao Lan!"
　　 As soon as the words fell, the potential of his body exploded, turning into a spiritual power burning, and a sense of nothing and nothing burst out from him, scrolling the nothingness. The swordsmanship surrounding him, sharp and unmatched, seemed to be able to pierce the sky and open the sky. At this moment, He Jian is an immortal sword, entwined with the sacred intention of immortal machine, and can break everything in the world.
　　 This is the sky!
　　 is just swordsmanship, and possesses the power of ghosts and gods that are difficult to guess.
And at this time, a sound of breaking the sky resonated, Ouyang Ming's voice came from the horizon, and before the person arrived, the voice came first: "I will take you out." This voice is not loud, except firmness, more Is indifferent. But when he heard it, he gave an unparalleled power of conviction. It seemed that even if the sky collapsed, he could carry half of it.
Before, Ouyang walked in a leisurely courtyard and walked out of the desert without any haste, looking at the spirit scorpion surrounding him, without any waves on his face, but it was then that he felt in the spiritual world To the two familiar with the purple light spot, immediately galloped, but fortunately caught up.
　　 The sound has not dissipated yet. A white flame that keeps rotating appears in the two people's field of vision, moving quickly towards them.
If this is just the case, the key is that after the white flame, followed by countless spirit eaters, a first glance directly covers the range of a dozen miles, at least a dozen times around Dujiang Yingrong and He Jian, how is this What a terrible and huge number?
　　Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank, his lips separated, and sexy.
　　Although the Spirit Eater is only a fierce beast and has no wit, she does have an intuition that these spooky Spirit Eaters are gritting their teeth.
　　Yes, that is to grind your teeth, and wish to eat Ouyang Ming clean. Even the spirit-eating scorpions around her stopped attacking, the blood in their eyes was already extremely intense, and they were ringing tails, making a squeaky sound, without hesitation, just like the tide water rushing away like Ouyang Ming.
　　He Jian was also dumbfounded, secretly secretly, what exactly did Brother Yu have done? How could these spirit eaters hate him so much?
　　This thought has not stopped, He Jian understands.
　　 The fire of the celestial phoenix is ​​a rotating cyclone. These intrepid spirit-eating scorpions rushed up, just touched, and turned into ashes completely. In a blink of an eye, they died hundreds.
Every moment, there are a lot of spirit-eating scorpions buried in the flames of the fire of Tianfeng, and a tiny trace of black thread is integrated into Ouyang Ming’s body. This is the bitterness of the spirit-eating scorpion. Behind him are more and more spirit scorpions.
　　He Jian moved his eyes to another place without looking, and slandered in his heart, it was a real evildoer.
　　Jiang Yingrong bit his red lips lightly, his eyes rolled around, and there was only one idea left in his heart. What flame was this? Why...how can there be such terrible lethality?
　　Looking at Ouyang Ming's eyes is like looking at a monster. The more she understands, the more she feels this person's terrible, such as the vast sea, the deep starry sky, there is never a bottom line, and what is exposed will always be the tip of the iceberg.
　　 "Let's go!" Ouyang Ming said plainly, smiling.
　　 He Jian and Jiang Yingrong glanced at each other, and they both saw the frustration of their respective eyes, and made such a big movement, how could he still look unmoved.
　　 The two were far behind Ouyang Ming, getting more and more shocked.
　　As long as he passed by, all the spirit eaters would immediately give up their original prey, shaking their tail thorns, and rushed directly at him.
　　 Seen from a distance, behind him, at least followed by millions of soul-eating scorpions, awe-inspiring, the flame pattern on his body burning.
　　Jiang Yingrong smiled bitterly, opened his eyes hard, looked at Ouyang Ming's back, and said: "Elder He, you said, what's going on, this bite scorpion...oh!"
He Jian gently stroked his beard, with a look of emotion: "Yu brother, uh, Godman, can't figure it out with common sense. This kind of thing, I have lived for most of my life, and I haven't even heard it. Even if it is placed in Daxu On top of tens of thousands of years of history, it is also the first of its kind. It’s right to say something, by the way, every arrogant act of Heaven’s Way of Heaven is a waste of money. For me, as a layman, Brother Yu is a heavenly machine. , It's impossible." He glanced at the dry old fingers and shook his head.
　　Jiang Yingrong's complexion remained unchanged, but his heart had already turned over.
　　 He never imagined that He Jian's evaluation of Ouyang Ming would be so high, self-evident, but likened Ouyang Ming to heaven. This evaluation is already ridiculously high.
　　 At this time, her heart was like a cat touched by a sage, crispy, itchy, and became more and more curious about Ouyang Ming. She was determined in her heart that such people, no matter where they are placed, will shine with unparalleled light.
　　 Both in the outside world and in the big market, are capable of overwhelming the contemporary.
　　 Of course, Ouyang Ming made such a big move, and also saved many lucky luck spirits.
　　Because as long as Ouyang Ming passes by, these spirit-eating scorpions will violently run away, let go of the prey they are attacking, and frantically bite toward Master Ou in the flames.
"This...this! This is this person again? It used to cause such a sensation outside the light curtain. Now it is more like a king in the fire, and it has led all the spirit-eating scorpions to the past. It is more terrifying... the more terrifying is As soon as the Spirit Eater comes close, it turns to ashes. So, who is this person?" A high-level spirit who entered the Daxu in search of fortune was shocked and dull.
　　He had already fallen into desperation, intending to explode Dantian, so as not to die better than life, but in a moment, Ouyang Ming was pulled back from the ghost gate.
　　 His eyes flashed, his teeth bite, and turned into a long rainbow, following Ouyang Ming.
　　 This is not a special case, it happens every time.
　　The fingertip of the burial sword gently touched the god's temple, and the figure was upright, like a long sword with a sheath, standing proudly.
　　He lifted his right hand to draw a circle in the sky, and the blood sword was pushed out with his movement~EbookFREE.me~Drawed a sword energy spray. In the blink of an eye, sword qi is vertical and horizontal, like a series of interlaced white awns, and all the spirit-eating scorpions within a ten-foot radius collapse.
　　 The burial sword pinched the Shentu sword and sneered, "Humph, but that's it!" He didn't have many Spirit Eater scorpions, so he didn't care.
　　 It was at dusk at this time, and the burial sword looked up at the horizon, and the red sun like a disk hung on the horizon, as if it could be obtained by raising his hand.
　　Ouyang Ming's figure is reflected in his eyes, and there is a sense of warfare on his body. This is the strong's identification with the strong.
　　 Suddenly, the yellow sand shook regularly, and countless plumes of smoke spread out, covering the sky and the sun.
　　Looking around, the sky and the sky are vast, everything is covered by yellow sand, and there is a black glimmer in the yellow sand.
　　The buried sword touched his chin, and there was a deep reflection in his eyes. In vain, the dry cry of countless spirit-eating scorpions reached his ears, his eyelids jumped, and his heart secretly said, how many spirit-eating scorpions should this voice, this power have? There was a faint fear in my heart, and the spiritual power was probing around. When the wind was about to squeeze, the shadow of Ouyang Ming immediately appeared in my mind.
　　 He took a breath in a row, his mouth parted, and said in horror: "Is that impossible?"
　　Without any hesitation, the powerful spiritual force protruded outwards, and after a while, he spit out a word in his mouth: metamorphosis. ...
　　
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