Chapter 671: Famous for Swire

Amysia's palace is extremely powerful, if it does not store the frozen power of the Taicang Temple, how can Luo Yang have the opportunity to absorb the imperial spirit and blow the dragon flute to summon the light dragon? How can there be a chance to use the bone fragments to build a Rune Altar? How can there be a chance to attract the power of the rune?
This is how he stepped up step by step, constantly weakening the power of Sword Saint.
Tu Sheng is a feat, not to mention killing the saint in the form of a five-level war emperor. Every step is extremely difficult.
For many years, Zhu Bingren has never been ridiculous. He raised his hand to release a circle of brilliance, and then raised his hand to release two sacred soldiers. Then the sword light exploded in his hand, just like a nuclear explosion, bright and dazzling.
"Aoao!"
The power of the light dragon remaining nearby carried out a meteor strike, making the knife light weaker by five or six points. The cold caused by Luo Yang is spreading wildly, the palace is pouring all the cold energy, and the blue light is getting less and less.
This is consumption and suppression!
However, the real repression is at the Altar of Fuji. The Taichong sword produces a purple brilliance every time it swings. When the purple brilliance accumulates to a certain degree, the ear rumbling and trembling.
"Crack God!"
Buzzing softly, Fang Yuan did not know how many kilometers trembling.
Inspired by the sword light, a large amount of purple brilliance attacked the sword holy, forming a real flame, condensing a purple sun, and under the cover of superb glory, the unique purple brilliance of the treasure ship altar penetrated through.
"What is it?" Zhu Bingren didn't think he would fall, even if he realized that Luo Yang had the intention of killing the saint.
But when he encountered purple brilliance, his heart tightened for no reason.
"Blame can only blame you for not going to this muddy water." Luo Yang Yizheng said, all eyes are cold, the purple brilliance can even decompose the corpse, why fear a saint? The difficulty is how to make the purple brilliance close to this guy, and to play a role, and now it has finally met the requirements, making the purple brilliance popular.
The Fuji altar shone, and Dao Sheng screamed: "What's going on? No, what is this? Why ..."
The voice murmured and turned into a hoarse noise.
Luo Yang does not have any leniency, and concentrates on purple fluctuations. If it is so easy to kill the saint, the saint will not be respected in the world.
"Bull" trembling, the dark brown sword burrowed out the purple brilliance, slashing towards the Fuji altar.
"Sure enough, how can the Saint-Class be so easy to hang up?" Luo Yang was like a mirror in his heart. He had been preparing in the dark for a long time. When Daomang appeared, he had already deflected away.
"burst!"
"Boom!"
The dark brown sword blasted the Fuji altar, and the purple brilliance not only did not converge, but was several times stronger than before, and soon screamed.
"Ah! It hurts me, Luoyang, human race, you dare to kill the saint, you dare to kill me, the Archaic tribe will not be willing to give up." Dao Sheng pain does not want to live, and can decompose the power of the corpse on him, making the saint possible.
"Anyway, I have become the enemy of the world. Compared with the existence of the Ao God, you are just a little shrimp." Luo Yang's eyes have no pity or compassion. If he wants to climb the peak, he will walk up the bones. Today is just the first step he officially took, and there will be a second step and a third step. Every step will definitely shock the world.
"Call, call, call ..."
The sword saint fell, and his body jetted a golden yellow breath.
It is a pity that the emperor level cannot use the Holy Breath, because the Holy Breath is different from the imperial spirit, it is a kind of life energy that allows life to exist for a long time.
The reason why the Holy One is transcendental is because relying on the Divine Breath can obtain a life element that transcends all life.
According to common sense, after reaching the holy level, the lifespan will automatically extend to 30,000 years, and each level will be multiplied by two on this basis. Being a holy person close to God can get a life span of nearly 20 million years.
20 million years! It was a time longer than many civilizations, this is the holy, transcendent.
However, this lifespan is only theoretical data, because the Holy Class wants to be promoted upwards, it must burn the Holy Interest Sublimation, and there are many heavenly and earthly treasures in the world that can bless Shouyuan. If it is a holy level to kill the holy level, it can naturally use the holy breath, but Luo Yang is too far away from the holy level and is not qualified to use it.
Ok! Luo Yang is not qualified and does not expect this. However, it is expected.
No, it cannot be called a human, at most it is called a beast. In fact, it is a tree, a plant animal that has existed since ancient times.
"Woo meow, it's the harvest season." Golden bubbles appeared, and all the golden breath that spewed out of the body of the sword was eaten.
"Aren't you a tree? How do you call it like a cat? Also, who should kill the saint, who has the right to harvest, how can you pass me to collect the holy breath?" Luo Yang relaxed a little curious, but did not expect an answer, know Chang Guo Douer doesn't know how to speak, so he raised his hands and put away the sword saint's belongings, and turned around to turn back to the palace of the Que.
"Wow yeah, but the next escape journey, maybe how many masters are chasing behind the buttocks! It's so exciting." Li Ziqing was excited, but he was trembling.
The excitement is because Luo Yang has completed a feast for the Holocaust, and despite the use of a series of powerful means, it is basically impossible to duplicate it again. But this year, only looking at the results and not the process, did you succeed? That's Luo Yang's record, and Luo Yang is the boss of Tiantong City, everyone followed him.
Tu Sheng sounds powerful, but then again, this is not necessarily a good thing.
The masters of the world are like Jiang Zhi crucian carp, who knows if there is a transcendent character behind this sword saint? The Swire tribe is very terrifying because it is too old, and no one knows how much is hidden in the dark side. This time it was too stimulating, and it has already caused hatred.
Too much enmity is a taboo for walking outside. If the enemy hates, he can't find a place to vent, can't he destroy the human race?
Even if there is now a riot of human races on the other side of the human race, even the idle royal masters dare not enter at will, fearing to become the chess pieces for the gods to rearrange the order of the world. But what can I do if I ca n’t stand the fear, and really rushed to the territory of the human race to destroy the human race? Therefore, Luoyang slaughtering the holy is extremely dangerous.
"What are you afraid of? The human race is not as weak as the outside world imagines. ~ Www.EbookFREE.me ~ Luo Yang vowed that if he changed before, he was afraid that he would cause a great disaster to the human race, so he should be low-key when he should be low-key, and when he shouldn't Keep a low profile, but since God Heguan helped him repair the missing fragments in his memory, he knew that there was a transcendent character around him, and this character is guarding the human race.
Waiting for the idle saints to want to destroy the human race? It was almost destroyed by the human race. In addition, Shulao also revealed that the human race has a great mission to reverse the galaxy environment. The meaning revealed inside and outside the words seems to be that even the Taicang people are the targets at the front desk, and the human race is hidden behind the scenes. Imagine the layout.
Kun Ling just left, a figure came out of the clouds, slightly raised his mouth, and said frivolously: "Oh, good! When will my human race have more such characters! Ha ha, Zhu Tiancheng's five idiots died well, let me I saw this funny guy. "
The voice has not fallen, and the figure has disappeared.
A figure from afar came by radio, and weirdly shouted: "Sacred the saint, oh my god! Go and report to the Quartet, the human race that has angered the gods is to sacred the saint.
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