Chapter 1015: 1 hit power

　　 is extremely sharp, with Ouyang Ming's belief that everything can be cut off.
　　Four seas and eight wildernesses, the sky and the earth, under this gun, have to avoid the sharp edge temporarily, this is hard to resist.
　　 Dong Chenyu looked dignified, and the blood flow in his body accelerated a lot. This shot gave him the feeling that it was very strong, even if he was a venerable person, he had to deal with it carefully.
His center of gravity dropped downward, his body became thicker, like mountains and mountains, the colorful glow of the Dan Lake glowed, and the spirit roared, pushing his hands outwards, turning into two big white hands, tearing at the gun. Go, this is a clever Taiji pusher, Dong Chenyu wants to use this to resolve this blow.
　　 "Boom..." The guns are shocked, and there are countless mysterious avenues in them, which are changing all the time, and the speed is almost extreme, such as lightning.
　　The two big white hands condensed out of thin air went against the practice of the blood jiao family.
　　 is majestic and majestic, with a wonderful concept of unloading force, stressing hard.
　　 "Bang..." There was a loud noise, this big hand had not yet exerted the cleverness of "struggling hard", and just insisted on two breaths, it completely collapsed.
　　If this is the case, this blow cannot be Ouyang Ming’s strongest means. You must know that Xuefeng is very powerful. To what extent is the power generated under the avalanche stack? This already belongs to Tianwei. Moreover, it is still urged with the true meaning of the Tao. It can be said that this shot is the strongest shot that Ouyang Ming has played so far, and the spirit and spirit are all in one, so he can disperse Dong Chenyu's blow, although it is unexpected, it is also reasonable. Among.
　　 But the guns were still nonstop, and they blasted Dong Chenyu directly.
　　 Seeing this scene, Dong Chenyu's face slightly changed, and his heart was secretly utterly perverted. If he devoured his blood, what level can I reach, returning to the ancestor? Beyond the ancestors? The light in my eyes is getting brighter, but the movements in my hands are also unambiguous. I quickly stabilized the shelf, just like turning into a majestic mountain, with a faint red light on my body, Dan Lake boiling completely, both hands raised at the same time, spiritual power Put together, turn into a black turtle that can suppress the ages, and block it in front of you.
"Boom..." The gunman collided with the black turtle, and the space wafted a wave visible to the naked eye. Countless air waves swept out to all directions with a domineering attitude. Wherever they passed, the spirits were all It was crushed, turned into countless hurricanes, rolled up countless yellow sands, overlapped one circle after another, rolled up into the sky, just a moment, it stirred up the prairie.
　　 One breath, two breaths...
　　 This mysterious tortoise, forged with defensive power, trembles with the avalanche gunmang, and there is a sound of wailing, which seems to collapse at any time.
　　 A moment later, there was a bang, and at the same time, the inch collapsed, turning into countless pieces of spiritual power.
　　Dong Chenyu's pupil shrank slightly, his right arm shivered, his palm cracked and his blood was dripping.
　　 Ouyang Ming was even more miserable. His face was pale, his spirit was retrograde, all his internal organs and his internal organs were shifted, and his body was staggered, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
　　 silence, deathly silence...
The scene before 　　 has exceeded the cognition of these arrogances. They never thought that Ouyang Ming not only blocked a trick, but also cracked the mouth of this alien venerable tiger. Moreover, still in the situation that the Venerable defends with all his strength, this kind of idea can't help but arise, what will happen if I take this trick? Many practitioners ask themselves and answer questions, and they will die, without suspense, they will die. This blow, even the Tao can't stop it.
　　 This trick has the attitude of squeezing a generation.
　　 Everyone's face looked at Ouyang Ming once again, in addition to appreciation, more admiration.
　　 "Alas, it's a pity, with a posture of a generation, but you have to die." A white-faced man with a beautiful face spoke softly.
　　 "Yeah, as long as he escaped today's big catastrophe, jumped over the dragon gate, broke the spirit and became a venerable, just around the corner." Another, the peak spirit, said in agreement.
The meridian sword in He Jian's hand pierced out, pierced the throat of a blood jelly, and licked the mouth of the mouth forcefully, and secretly said in his heart, this shot, even if I use the sky, I can't stop him, brother Yu, How many surprises do you have to give me?
　　Jiang Yingrong's posture is light and graceful, and his eyes are hot, just like when he first met Ouyang Ming, his red lips separated, his white teeth were exposed, and a smile appeared on his face.
　　The sword is more and more affirmed in his heart. This transaction is definitely not a loss. I tried to urge the inscribed sword mark in my arm, holding the time in my heart, while looking for the best mobile phone meeting.
Dong Chenyu lightly licked the palm of his hand, and the color of teasing appeared again in his eyes, coldly saying: "You are the strongest spirit I have ever seen, but after this shot, your Dantian spirit is exhausted, How do you fight?"
　　 He knew that he looked away, and he was wrong. Before, he thought that He Jian is the strongest and the most difficult person in this pedestrian, but he did not expect the strongest to be this humble kid? He was slightly injured, but it's over.
　　Ouyang Ming didn't speak, and indifferently spread his hands, secretly said in his heart, ten breathing time has come.
　　He believes in burying swords. Since the master of swordsmanship said this, he would never be aimless.
　　However, this thought has not fallen yet, but the little sword in the hands of the burial sword has a strange light. At the same time, the blood-colored sword awns on the arm of the buried sword merged into the gods, and a violent breath spread around.
　　 This is a kind of madness, contempt for all things.
　　 Pure swordsmanship permeates, directly locking Dong Chenyu's Qi machine.
　　The sword was buried, and the whole body was shrouded in sword qi, and the sword qi around him was born and destroyed, and destroyed and born again.
　　 is like a cycle of life and death, forming a circle, his eyes are firm and softly said: "This sword is the full blow of the master of Fengjian Fengfeng with his blood, borrow!" This sound is not loud, but it is like thunder.
　　'S words did not fall, and he slashed forward.
　　 The whole piece of heaven and earth was divided into two parts by this sword light, one piece was yellow sand and one side was sword gas.
　　 This sword is extremely arrogant, and everything in the world has to bow its head in front of this sword.
　　 Wherever he went, dozens of blood larvae could not even react at all, and turned into ashes.
"Take advantage of this opportunity, and run away!" Burial Sword preached. His face was pale. The sword cultivator's full blow was only actuated. The required aura can only be described by a large amount, even if he is Dao, it's all overwhelming.
　　 He Jian and Jiang Yingrong glanced at each other and nodded secretly.
　　As for Dong Chenyu, a strong crisis filled his mind, as if he was careless for a while, it would be completely wiped out.
　　 This attack, even if he feels tricky, can only deal with it.
　　 screamed in his heart, his figure soared, and turned into a blood jelly. The scales on his body were blood red, and the cold awn shone, with more than fifty feet. A dark black pattern spreads from the top of the head to the tail. When you look closely, it is actually a dragon-like dragon, snake-like snake-like snake. The whole body of the body bows up and down like a dragon, full of explosive power. His body shook slightly, and even the space seemed to shake slightly.
　　 Dong Chenyu's eyes flashed fiercely, and the dark black lines light up instantly.
　　 A non-dragon and non-snake demon turned into a phantom, condensing out of thin air, blocking him in front of him.
　　 He exhaled abruptly, an invisible wind spread, and the phantom condensed from the air suddenly bumped forward.
　　 "Boom..." Aura exploded, just a moment, this phantom had a sign of collapse.
　　Dong Chenyu's complexion changed greatly. He lifted his right hand, patted the palm of his eyebrow with a big sip of blood. The blood contains the power of the rich blood vessels, which turns into a large cloud of blood mist, which is extremely scarlet. Dong Chenyu raised his hand, and the blood mist suddenly merged into the ghost, which stopped the decline and allowed the ghost to stabilize and become more solid. But Jian Xiu's attack power is too strong, even if the blood of the bleeding veins is sprayed, Dong Chenyu still does not take much advantage.
　　 At this time, only one idea remained in the minds of the people watching the war, and it was a perverted pervert.
　　 The fact is the same. Ouyang Ming, a pedestrian, counted as a burial sword, a total of four people, except Jiang Yingrong, the rest of them have the power of Daozi level.
　　 Ouyang Ming has the heritage of the dragon and phoenix, and has great luck and great opportunities. This is beyond doubt.
　　He Jian is inferior to many, but one sword spurs the sky, but Xu Aoran inherits the sword tactics. This is a ruthless man who can smash the sky with bare hands and disperse the robbery.
　　 As for the burial of swords, it is also the first gate of Zhangzhou. The path of Qixingzong Juejianfeng is certainly not enough to compare with Ouyang Mingming, but compared with the rest, this identity is already noble and indescribable.
　　 It was at this time that the sword was pinched at the same time with both hands, and Shen said, "Blast!"
Suddenly, this magnificent sword gas exploded, the air waves swept all directions, the sand of dozens of feet was lifted up, and connected together, like a curtain of sand, pushed out circle by circle, drawn Countless concentric circles.
　　 Wherever I went, my life was cut off.
　　 Even Dong Chenyu has to avoid the edge.
　　 The face of Tianjiao, who gathered from all over the world, was shocked, and quickly backed away, even the sages of the Venerable, how could they stop it?
Mouth muttered in his mouth, said: "Aren't they really able to get rid of His Holiness?" I felt terrified in my heart~EbookFREE.me~A group of spirits got rid of His Holiness, just think about it , It makes people feel crazy.
　　 "Quick..." Ouyang Ming snorted, forcibly forced out the last trace of spiritual power, and walked away.
　　Jiang Yingrong, He Jian, and Burial Sword followed closely, turning into four cyan horses and disappearing into the distance.
Dong Chenyu stepped back a hundred feet, avoiding the core where the sword gas exploded, the face was like frost, and the sound was like that from the Nine Nether Cold Lake: "Do you really think you can escape? All the cards are out , The next time you catch up, you'll have to die!" Long sleeves waved away, with dozens of blood worms left, chasing away.
　　 And the masters of the dead muddy clan have already locked their positions firmly, even if the speed of the four people of Ouyang Ming is fast, they can't compare with the Venerable.
　　 Besides, there is not much left in Aura between Ouyang Ming and Burial Sword Dantian.
　　 "Where are they?" Dong Chenyu Chuanyin asked, the sound roared like a thunder, and his heart was very angry.
　　 The sound just came out, and an ugly-shaped poisonous insect immediately flew out of the yellow sand, came to Dongchenyu's ear and buzzed a few times.
　　 "Hum, I went to the northwest, it was just to death! That was the Jedi, and it would not take long to go to the sphere of influence of the bleeding dragon family." His eyes flashed with blood, chasing him after him. ...
　　
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