Chapter 37: Battle of the proud bones (second more)

"Who is here!"
Iron is a big drink!
"Hand over your pride, spare you not to die!"
The iron-faced black sword served people to drink and drink low, and the long sword wrapped in blood gas killed the past.
The suffocating wind is coming like a storm!
"It’s another person who wants to be proud, hey, but see if you have this skill!"
When the iron palms stepped on the feet, the ground trembled, and the two fists waved, and the whole body suddenly ignited the endless fire, burning the sky.
The elders around were forced to retreat and dare not approach.
The man in the sword suit approached, and he immediately danced his fists and rushed toward it.
The boxing smashed two cheetahs made up of flames and slammed into the crowd.
The flaming cheetahs volleyed, the speed was so irritating, and the violent temperature burned everything.
But seeing people is not flustered, a sword straightens up, and then falls, smashing the flames of cheetahs.
Following the pressure of the sword, the endless and amazing sword pressure fell like a mountain.
Iron asked his heart to sigh, and lifted it in one breath, and took the sword to the sword.
Hey.
The iron fist is connected to the sword. With its center as the center, the unstoppable air waves broke out. The earth shattered, and the entire proud bones trembled violently. The large number of creatures on the mountain were squatting on the ground and trembled.
The disciples around him were staggering, and it was difficult to stand still. Even the white-breasted fan was white and white, and the eyes looked at the sudden visitor.
"Who is this person? How dare you dare to rob this arrogance?"
"Hey, are you okay?"
Xiao Zhengming reminded the spirit of Xuanqi, stabilized his figure, and was busy approaching the white fan, and asked with concern.
The white cockroach fan shook his head: "The eleven elders, the fan is innocent. But we must take it back. We are strong and strong, we must not stand by."
"Reassured, I have Xiaozheng here, can he make a second time? Fans, you lead the disciples to quickly exit the gate, and you have to be hurt."
Xiao Zhengming snorted, his hand turned, a soft and slender sword, like a whip sword appeared.
but.
Before he even shot, the other party seemed to perceive the sword that he condensed, and the sword on the sky was like a guide, and he even stabbed it.
Bloody and suffocating, at that moment, the temperature in this area suddenly dropped by three points.
Xiao Zhengming is also considered a master, why have you seen nearly a thousand blood swords flying together? Immediately, his face changed dramatically, and he quickly evaded it.
"Is this a sword?"
The disciples of the Shenjian School, such as the Baiyun fan, are utterly endless.
But if it is Yu Jian, how can it be so many swords at the same time, and can also be used to hurt the enemy?
Oh...
The swords smashed and rushed to Xiao Zhengming, and the people who screamed at the sword were swollen with blood and were extremely uncomfortable.
Xiao Zhengming looked horrified, and the soft sword fluttered in his hand. A layer of pale white sword smothered his package tightly and savagely.
The blood sword is like a tornado. Thousands of swords collide at the same time, and the sword cover is bounced off. However, their offensive has not been interrupted. They turned around in the air and attacked again.
Xiao Zhengming was completely covered by blood swords and was almost impossible to support.
"This person is strong and strong, who is he! There are so many swords!"
The white fan eyes are filled with heat.
She was a martial artist. Since she was born, she has been expecting the ultimate in spiritual mastery and advocating the strong. She thought that the Shenjian faction is already a place where strong people gather. The head of the Shenjian school is even more powerful. Even the elders of the elders are at the peak level, but Wan did not expect that the existence of today’s presence would have made Xiao Zhengming’s genius elders of the sacred geniuses fight back without any resilience, especially important...
He is just slamming Xiao Zhengming!
His real target of attack is simply the iron heart that the proud bones are determined to send! !
Who?
Who is he?
The white fan stared at the man tightly, asking insanely.
No one can give her the answer.
At the moment, the iron gate is very uncomfortable, and the coming people are very powerful and big and strange!
Especially the spirit of the spirit, not sturdy, but mixed with inexplicable violent meaning, the spirit of the atmosphere has attributes, the use of water technology, the spirit of the soft and calm is mostly gentle and calm, like the iron gate The fire system is a myth, and the breath is also violent.
But the spirit of the other side is actually a kind of anti-death poison. They attack it, completely disregarding everything, and it is better to hurt the enemy one thousand losses.
The fear of the cross, the fear of being unwilling. Probably this is the case.
The sword that was printed with the big cockroaches fell down, and the iron palms fell into the mud. Then the person mentioned that the swordsmanship suddenly started, and a blood-red sword smashed out from his body and quickly stabbed. Iron head.
The iron palm door was shocked and thundered, and the thunder was drunk: "Raging the flames!"
The red fire rushed into the sky, a roaring fire column broke out, and the square was centered on the iron gate. The entire proud bones were thrown into the furnace, the temperature rose sharply, and all the martial artists were forced to leave the sect. The elders were also uncomfortable. They pulled back and watched the flames of the sky. Even if they wanted to support them in the past, they would not be close.
But in the arrogant determination, a large number of martial elites are coming, surrounded by the group, waiting for the opportunity to embrace.
The flame broke out and continued until it was full. After the end, a man in flame armor and red skin appeared.
He raised his eyes and stared at the man who was suspended in the air and stepped on a blood sword, his eyes filled with endless anger.
"I don't know who you are, but the technique that you make is so dark and evil, it is from the demon continent! The thief, you will be smashed at a speed, otherwise I will leave you dead!"
"it is good!"
The iron-faced person should have a voice, then walked into the sky, a sword flushed, and sneaked in, actually imitating the previous trick of defeating Lin Biao in the white 嫣 fan, and smashing the past toward the iron gate. .
"Hahahaha, do you think that I am as incompetent as Lin’s waste? I want to beat me from above. It’s just a dead end! Let’s see the highest mystery that I’m determined to send! Burning the Fury!

The sound fell, and the roar of the iron palm broke out. Its flames burst into flames, and then the spirits and spirits burned. The endless flames rushed into the sky, and the sun in the sky was a taboo. The fire bleak three points.
The fire tongue turned into a fire dragon and rushed to the past.
This blow is magnificent, and the distant people look at the proud bones, and then a huge fire dragon rushes to the sky.
Countless people are crazy.
As the miracle descends.
but.
The iron-faced man, who was screaming at the sword and screaming at the iron, suddenly reached out at this moment and grabbed a blood sword that hurriedly rushed. The whole person flew over the iron gate.
"Ok?"
Iron asked a little heart.
But in an instant, the sky suddenly dizzy, and everything around it became nothing. Then, a lot of black clouds gathered around them, in the dark clouds, suddenly smashed a fierce cockroach with a length of several dozen feet!
Roar! ! ! ! ! !
The snoring sounded.
Iron asked to retire, staring at the fierce amnesty, not taboo, but a record of eruption, shattering this mental attack.
The dark world around the world dissipated, the dark clouds collapsed, the big cockroaches disappeared, and all the sights recovered.
however...
Hey.
A note of the sound of the body being punctured.
Iron asked a few times.
The eyes are huge.
He looked down at his body, but saw dozens of blood swords running through his chest in an instant.
This is... blood sword?
Iron asked for a heart.
How can it be? If there is a sword to kill, I will notice, why... will it be like this?
He turned his head in a difficult way, but he saw that Xiaozheng’s name stood in a place two or three meters away from him. At the moment, he still holds the soft sword and holds the sword cover...
"you..."
Iron asked his heart to open his mouth, but it was difficult to say the word.
"I... I didn't mean it. These swords were originally hitting me. I don't know why I killed you suddenly..."
Xiao Zhengming touched the back of his head and said.
"you you..."
Iron Gate also wants to say something. Suddenly, a figure appears in front of him in a moment, a stern, cold, long sword flashes, his head is smashed in an instant, then the man reaches out and quickly at the iron gate A glimpse of the chest, a jade-like pendant was taken away by it!
Proud!