Chapter 1988: Colorful Excalibur

With the opening of the empty meditation, at the moment, the empty lord and the other elders of this vein moved at the same time.
Rumble, several different supernatural powers all pressed to Lin Tian for the first time.
The magic of the martyrdom that hangs over the empty sects of the dynasty has been blown away for a great deal of time.
Against the attack of several people, Lin Tian’s expression is unchanged.
"Not enough."
He calmly said.
These people, nowadays, have been eroded by the relationship between the martyrdom and the morality of the martyrdom. The combat power has been greatly weakened. The strongest can only exert the strength of the gods, and it is really in front of his reincarnation. It's fragile.
He raised his hand, and a large piece of light was intertwined, turning into a to wave out.
For a time, all the secrets of the gods that were sacrificed were crushed, and all of them were shocked by the blood cough.
"This this……"
In this scene, all the ordinary disciples of this vein are trembled.
The lord of his own veins and a few elders, although at this moment, because of the magic of the martyrdom, the combat power plummeted, only the level of the Emperor's peak, but at the end of the peak is the saint strong, repaired even if the short fall to the level of the emperor The combat power is definitely not comparable to the ordinary peak of the Emperor, far more powerful than the ordinary Emperor of the Emperor, but at this moment, it was actually shot in the blink of an eye by Lin Tian, ​​this scene is somewhat embarrassing.
At the same time, the airborne sects and others who were shot were able to stabilize their body shape and repair the wounded body. All of them were ugly, shocked and angry. They were shocked by Lin Tian’s strong strength and anger, and they were empty. The master of the Taoist dynasty and the elders of the elders were originally sacred, but at this moment, they were temporarily weakened by the magic of the martyrdom, but they were actually smashed by a descendant of the gods. It is too shameful.
"Damn thing!"
A few people are clenching their fists, their eyes are becoming more and more cold, and they are intertwined with each other.
"Enough." The empty lord of the main opening, eyes falling on Lin Tian, ​​is also more cold: "You ants are not simple, the district gods in the early days, actually can play this level of power, good! Very Not bad!"
Said, the Xianshan group where the empty rituals are located is shaking, and in the depths of the Taoist dynasty, one of the treasures has been flying out, intertwined with the incomparable sacredness of the gods, which is engraved with various miraculous runes. The sacred king's breath.
"The Holy Soldier!"
Five-line crocodile discoloration
At the same time, the White Tiger was also moved, and a sacred king soldier, might be terrible.
The treasures are intertwined with endless saints, rushing from deep, hanging over the top of the empty lord.
"What happened in the lower bounds, what happened in the ancestral secret house, plus today's events, this seat is counted with you!"
Looking at Lin Tian, ​​the empty meditation is the main cold channel.
In the lower bounds, his sorrowful spirit was hurt by Lin Tian’s hand and made him humiliated; in the ancestor’s secret house, Lin Tian and the old gangsters together, because of the old mixed relationship, he was seriously injured and took thousands of years to repair, and, Everything in the ancestor’s secret house was taken away, which is also counted on Lin Tiantou; now, Lin Tian is even more than his empty lord of the lord, which makes his natural killing of Lin Tian thick. At the extreme, my eyes became cruel.
Bang!
On top of his head, Baoyin vibrates with his mind, and the holy king-level Baohui interweaves, shaking the ten parties and directly pressing Lin Tian.
"I teach the underworld sage!"
"It is enough to suppress this thief!"
"The Sovereign Master mentioned earlier that the filthy smog that covers my teaching is a martyrdom. Erosion and Taoism are only temporary. After spending some time, we can return to growth. We don't have to worry! Now, Take a good look at how this thief was killed by his ancestors!"
A group of ordinary empty mourning disciples stared at Lin Tian, ​​and there was anger in the eyes and cold light, as if they were already watching a cold body.
At this time, the treasures of the sacred king-level Baohui came to the top of Lin Tian’s group of people and slowly fell down.
"I won't kill you right away. After I ask about the old man in this room, I want you to die!"
The empty meditation is the main cold channel.
The treasure of the Holy King is down, and the space of the ten squares is distorted.
Lin Tian felt the pressure of the monks, and the treasures of the holy king were held in the hands of the empty lord. Although the empty lord could only play the half-step sub-level cultivation at the moment, but with his current strength, It is also impossible to stop it. After all, it is a treasure of the holy king.
However, his expression is not the slightest change, the idea is fretting, the colorful light is intertwined, and the sword in the sea is directly transformed into a singularity, holding it directly under the sword.
"Hey!"
Sword Mang, with this sword squatting, the sly colorful swordsman spurred out, running through the void.
The fierce swords directly blocked the ten parties. The next moment, the swordsman fell on the treasure of the Emperor.
Immediately, a roar, the Holy King Baoyin trembled, directly shocked.
Immediately, the crispness of the car came out, and a crack appeared from the seal of the Holy King. It seemed a bit touching.
In an instant, the empty lord directly changed his face.
"you……"
At this time, his eyes fell on the colorful swords in Lin Tian's hands, and his eyes could not help but grow up. In any case, he did not think that Lin Tian had such a strong treasure, holding in the hands of Lin Tian. It even shocked the bottom of his empty sect.
Moreover, under a collision, the Holy King soldiers had a crack!
At the same time, this pulse, the empty lord and several elders are also discolored, all of them are a tremor.
"He...the sword..."
A group of ordinary empty meditation disciples are also trembled. Originally thought that after the ancestors of their own veins sacrificed the sacred king-level treasure, Lin Tian will soon be suppressed, but he does not want to, the ending will be like this, Lin Tian actually had a saint that was even more powerful than the holy king.
Even the five-line crocodile, the white tiger and the little Taichu were very surprised. I didn’t expect Lin Tian to call this sword at this time.
"It seems that it is getting easier to call out this sword."
The five-line crocodile blinked, and then immediately became excited, because Lin Tianzhi's colorful swords in the sea are terrible. If you can often call them out, it is a good thing to help them solve many troubles easily.
Lin Tian’s expression is calm, holding a colorful sword, and the colorful gods surround him, making him like a colorful god.
Before the emptiness of the emptiness, he counted everything. Naturally, he would not neglect the existence of the sacred king soldiers in the emptiness of the emptiness. The sacred king soldiers will not be eroded by the martyrdom, and the royal priests will hold the holy king. The soldiers are also enough to threaten him at the level of God. Knowing this, he dares to come, naturally it is dependent on... After the cultivation into the level of the emperor, the colorful sword in the sea has been active, he is well in the air. Enough to call it out.
And the grade of the colorful Excalibur is definitely more than the level of the Holy Soldier, in order to cooperate with the cultivation of his gods, and the martyrdom of the martyr can crush all the repairs of the emptiness of the sect. Under the saints, as a result, even if there is a sacred king soldier in the empty sect, he is not at all jealous. When he is integrated, he can completely suppress the empty sect.
"I said, today, you can't live."
He looked at the empty lord, his expression was dull, holding a colorful sword, and it was a sword.
PS: Tomorrow until the 11th of this month, three times a day, to make up the seven owed in the year, plus three chapters of interest.
Then, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. The dragon will issue hundreds of cash red envelopes on the WeChat public account to thank the big guys for their support. It’s also a big guy with the big guy. The big guy can add the WeChat public number of Jialong. When I am happy, I will be able to grab the red envelope.
Steps to follow: WeChat public number search for "sleepy dragon", then add attention. The red envelope issuance time, probably around 20 o'clock tomorrow, the big guy remembers to pay attention to the push message of the dragon public number tomorrow.