Chapter 1102: Fierce battle

Yun Lan froze for a moment, and there were thunder and thunder in his mind. He thought that this time, the prince of the witch tribe will inevitably shoot himself. As a result, he jumped out of such a peak of the Venerable, which made his deep thoughts come alive again. Today, Maybe... there might be a silver lining.
　　 He turned his eyes twice and sneered, "Sovereign peak?"
　　 "What about it?" Ouyang Ming clashed.
　　 Yun Lan shook his head in amazement, but a large part of his mind remained with jealousy. After all, in his cognition, even the strongest race at the beginning of Chaos, the Venerable could not block the Emperor's blow. The two are like yellow sand and stars, which are incomparable. Therefore, he was determined in his heart that with a single blow, this Venerable could be left dead.
　　 It was at this time that Yun Lan moved, like Kunpeng, who was swaying to the sky for nine days.
　　 This white hunting hunt made a white arc, and the tip of the toe was like a dragonfly. Hands separated, suddenly into one. This action had not yet fallen, and the spirit within a thousand feet suddenly rolled up. A small white sword condensed out of thin air, and the sword gas pressed against the heavens, beheading Ouyang Ming with a decisive gesture.
　　Looking at this fierce and awe-inspiring blow, Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that, in terms of strength, the sword repair of the back box in front of him was not inferior to Long Chen, even in some respects, he had to win.
　　Of course, this blow seemed fierce, but Yun Lan did not try his best, but tried to try.
　　 He was not afraid of Ouyang Ming, but the prince of the witch tribe.
　　 "Come well!" Ouyang Ming's gaze condensed, the fine light in his eyes flashed away, and the secret idea of ​​running secretly, an indescribable sense of domineering swept to all directions with him as the core, and even the sky changed suddenly, and the wind surged. The only idea is to support the domineering with kingliness, especially after the sound of the gods and demons. With this sharp and unmatched momentum, the imperial realm can't bear a little resistance.
　　Even if the emperor realm is strong, it will be affected and the heart will float.
　　 He breathed a sigh of breath, stepped on the void, and separated his fingers from scratching forward. Looking at him like this, he wanted to shake the white sword with his physical strength. This picture, shocking the soul, this weak body, as if it became eternal, is deeply imprinted in everyone's mind, and even the space in front of it is still, and only the wind is roaring.
　　 "This... is he crazy?" An old beast robe took a breath and shuddered.
"Well, stupid, even the people in my witchcraft department have to be very careful when they encounter sword repairs, and he dare to grab it with his bare hands, it is... simply..." In the end, he couldn't find any words to describe it, only you Sighed.
　　 In fact, there is a deep-rooted idea in the heart of the witch monks. With the power of the flesh alone, they have an absolute advantage in the entire heart of the origin, which can make all races hard to see.
The strange color in the eyes of jealous and evil spirits flashed away, the heart said secretly, the elder brother was superb in arithmetic, proficient in the four classics, and could be counted as Yin and Yang reincarnation. He had never been wrong in his life. I really don’t know what strange place this kid has. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, his thoughts moved, and he stepped into the realm of the interaction between man and nature. Eyes glanced at Dahuang and Xiaohong, seeing that there was no worry on their faces, but with a somewhat eager expression, they whispered softly: "Fun, interesting." Having said that, but his surging spiritual power has already Released, always ready to shoot.
　　 Still the same sentence, the gap between Venerable Peak and the Imperial Realm is too big.
　　 "Kap!" There was a soft sound, and the small white sword flashed.
　　 Ten feet, nine feet...one foot!
Ouyang Ming stepped on his foot and secretly flicked the flesh. The arc flashed above his body, just like a god, and he grabbed it. This little sword was like being caught between a piece of iron pliers. Stop trembling, there are faint signs of collapse. There was another soft sound. This sound is not loud, but it is like a spring rain, which is soft and silent, and slowly melts.
　　 But everyone who saw this scene only felt a cold wind blowing across the surface of the skin, a burst of cold breath from the bone marrow, and only one thought left in my heart-how is this possible? The gap between the venerable and the emperor was like a rift, but now, the venerable human clan not only blocked the emperor's blow, but also shattered the little sword at will, like a walk in the garden , Is this a myth?
　　 "Well, it's so weak..." Ouyang Ming frowned lightly and muttered.
　　As the voice echoed in all directions, the talents of the witchcraft department slowed down, the pupils contracted sharply, and the eyes were all shocking.
　　Rhubarb and Xiaohong turned their heads in unison, and exchanged glances, all seeing the joy in their respective eyes. During this period of hard work, Ouyang Ming's cultivation practice has once again been refined, and it was a little beyond their expectations to crush this little sword without effort.
　　 jealous and evil mopped the beard, secretly nodded, Dan Lake calmed down again.
　　 secretly said, judging from the strength shown by Ou Xiaoyou, it should be a little stronger than the ordinary emperor, but I don't know, what can he do? In his heart, he still refused to believe that Ouyang Ming could defeat this sword-cultivator, and it was already not easy.
　　 Of course, among all the people present, Yun Lan was the most shocking thing in my heart. Before, his mind had always been on the witch tribe, and he did not use his full strength, but even so, the ordinary emperor, under this blow, there was only a result of life and death, but it was not released by him. The ants in the eyes are easily resolved. Of course, the most important thing is that the other party is still a Venerable. Even the Venerable Peak is also a Venerable, which makes it difficult for him to accept.
　　 Forced to expel the turbid air from his chest, and kept the spirit platform, once again stepped into the mysterious realm of Xinru Pinghu.
　　 His gaze was slightly dignified, and there was no previous randomness.
Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank. In his perception, Yun Lan became a burning star, exuding a hot light. This degree of heat is not comparable to that of His Holiness. One is heaven, the other is earth. Compare.
　　 Suddenly, Yun Lan's eyes were filled with blood mist.
　　 Even more weird is that a half-arc sword is condensed out of thin air in the right hand. The blade is as thin as a cicada wing and as long as a willow branch. It gives a strange and cold feeling.
Ouyang Ming's heart was slightly heavy, but his face did not show the slightest, coldly said: "The sword in the box is not out of the sheath yet?" He encountered many masters of kendo. Whether it is He Jian or the buried sword, the box holds a Handle life sword, and the emperor in front of him, no exception.
　　 "Sovereign, nothing more, if the blood sword that I have conceived for thousands of years is used, even if I win, I will be poked by the backbone." Yun Lan replied.
　　Ouyang Ming nodded, knowing in his heart that the imperial realm has its own pride.
　　 Suddenly, Yun Lan's eyes flashed like a long sword that pierced the sky, a half-arc sword cold and overflowing, rushed towards Ouyang Ming, Ouyang Ming's heart at the position where the sword pointed.
Ouyang Ming went all the way to this point, and had his own pride. He did not take out the blood-gun dragon slaughter, but the void condensate. At this point, he moved to the mountains and filled the sea. Not to mention condensing a spear with spiritual force.
　　Of course, this is just because, he wants to see where his limits are.
　　 If it is a life-and-death fight, he will definitely be flexible and change his means.
　　 In midair, the situation changed rapidly, and he saw a stunning semi-arc reflexively...
　　 The spear in his hand was getting faster and faster, and he kept piercing, just like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms.
Finally, it turned into a group of afterimages, one shot after another, and then a piece of gunshot was blasted in front of him, like the sea of ​​gun shadows, or the majestic atmosphere of the Yangtze River pouring into the East China Sea; it was as mysterious as the nine cold Changeable, difficult to figure out; even the atmosphere like thunder and punishment, upright, straight to the middle... All kinds of strengths are merged into a furnace, mysteriously unspeakable, his eyes flashed with light, his hands are interlaced, and the pinch is fast.
　　 Pushed forward violently, the spiritual power in the Dan Lake exploded, exuding the light of the light.
The shadow of the gun in front of him was rolling forward like a wave of sky, faster and faster, more and more anxious, this gun actually turned a ray of avalanche "Avalanche, the gun is not stop" The artistic conception contains the space where the gun shadow passes, the space vibrates, and countless auras are squeezed out in all directions, forming a vacuum zone, under the sun shining, glowing colorful light.
　　 Even more frightening is that there are countless small holes in the space, which emits mist.
　　 "This... this is really a move that Venerable can make?" someone exclaimed.
　　 "Yeah, is it too terrifying?" Another strong man wearing a hat hat exclaimed.
　　At this moment, all the previous regrets, ridicule, and ridicule disappeared at this moment~EbookFREE.me~ There was only awe in my heart. This is an identification of the strong, and the prevailing martial arts prevail in the entire world, with the strong as the respect.
　　 The eyes of jealousy and evil are full of emotions, secretly in my heart, brother, what kind of monster are you looking for? By this moment, he had confirmed that the little friend in front of him definitely had the strength to fight Jianxiu.
Seeing this magnificent momentum, Yun Lan's pupil shrank slightly.
　　 confessed, what kind of arrogance is this?
　　 District venerables can even release such a huge power, even if compared with the emperor, it is not inferior. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to entangle him like this.
　　However, after all, he is also a strong man of arrogance, forcibly suppressing this thought. The powerful fighting talent is manifested. The right hand holds the arc knife firmly, the knocks hard, and the white mans in the hand flashes, the body quickly retreats, and constantly cuts out the sharp sword energy. Afterimage. Every blow seems to be able to pierce the sky. This sharp force is somehow stronger than the star mark.
　　 In the sky, bursts of roar resounded like thunder.
　　Innumerable circles of air waves that are invisible to the naked eye quickly overlap, such as a meteorite falling in the lake water, and the ripples raised can be imagined.
　　 is just a spreading wave, the ordinary emperor does not dare to touch it easily, but also wants to retreat. ...
　　
　　 First set a small goal, such as 1 second to remember: 　Book guest home mobile version Reading URL: