Chapter 1989: Holy King escape

The colorful swords and gods are intertwined, and Lin Tian holds it. He simply draws a sword and instantly attracts the shock of the sky.
The fierce swordsmanship, straight toward the empty lord.
The empty lord of the eclipse was eclipsed on the spot, without hesitation, with only the remaining half-step sub-level strength, urging his own pulse of the holy king Baoyin to meet.
Colorful swordsmanship, in a flash, and collided with the king's treasure.
"Scratch!"
A crisp sound, the holy king-level treasure print is directly penetrated.
Subsequently, the trend of colorful swordsmanship is not diminished, straight into the empty chest of the main chest, the whole breakdown.
Holy blood, sprinkled the sky.
"how come?!"
The empty lords and other people trembled together, and their faces really changed.
Their strongest sacred king soldiers, such as this is easily passed through by a sword, and then, the most powerful ancestor of their generation, is also the sword to penetrate the chest.
The five-line crocodile and the white tiger are also moving, once again being shocked by the strength of Lin Tian's sword. Even the early days of the early days are no exception. The sacred king-level soldiers are also vulnerable in front of them.
"Complete state, is it really a supreme virtual heavenly soldier?" The five-legged crocodile squatted down, and then looked at the sacred seal of the sacred king, and it was blinking, and Lin Tiandao: "The kid, pay attention to this, this But a holy king soldier, the value is very unusual, don't ruin it!"
"know."
Lin Tian nodded.
His gaze fell on the empty lord, holding a colorful god, walking gently, and forced toward the other side.
The reason for coming here today is to smash the other party in the event that the other party is seriously injured by the old mixed seriousness.
Facing Lin Tian, ​​the main face of the empty meditation is even more chilly, and it becomes difficult to look. A monk of a god-level priest is now pushing him like a sacred king. This gesture makes him Angry and uncomfortable.
"Put your sacred soldiers all together! Let's do it together!"
He screamed in the cold, and the Emperor and the several elders.
"Yes, ancestors!"
The empty lords and other people have to order that there is a strong treasure in an individual, all of which are intertwined.
They are saints, and they are the strongmen of the avenues. They all have sage-level treasures. At this time, all of them are propped up. The surging Shengwei surrounds this place, and the atmosphere is somewhat awkward.
"The King of the Kings can not help me, how many more sage-level treasures, thinking that can reverse the situation?"
Lin Tian is faint.
He said, he holds a colorful sword and is a sword.
With a bang, the colorful swords shook the sky with colorful swords, and turned into a colorful sword rain, swaying away.
For a time, stunned, except for the empty lord of the Guardian of the Holy King, the emptiness of the Emperor and other sects were all shaken by the earthquake, and the sage-level treasures they sacrificed were also swept together. , smashed the seat of the fairy mountain.
"The sovereign, the elders!"
This pulse, a group of ordinary empty mourning disciples saw this scene, all shaking.
Lin Tian’s expression did not change. Looking at the several saints who fell in the mountains between the mountains, they raised their hands directly, and the masters of these saint-level treasures were moved by the space that did not stand up. These treasures.
"蝼 蝼! Dare to win the treasure?!"
The sound of the cold sounded, and the empty lord took the shot, and the sacred king-level treasure was motivated to be stronger, once again pressing against Lin Tian.
Lin Tian has been paying attention to him, holding a colorful sword and a simple sword.
With a bang, the colorful swordsmanship flew like a fly, and directly slammed the empty lord.
At the same time, he operated the armed forces, and captured the sage-level treasures of the Emperor and other sects. With the power of the colorful swords, he directly branded the spirits of other people on the squadrons. Then all these treasures will be given to their own bodies.
"Sageman, I got a few pieces at once! Make a big profit!"
The five-way crocodile looks a little excited.
The faces of the empty lords and other people are more difficult to look and more horrified, and their sage-level treasures are instantly taken away.
"Damn thing! Come on!"
The empty lord roared, could not help but rushed directly to Lin Tian, ​​the illusion of the sacred ability to kill the light, and grabbed the head of Lin Tian.
Lin Tian swept the man and glanced at the colorful sword in his hand. He immediately gave this person a shock.
Subsequently, his gaze fell back to the empty lord and stepped toward the other side.
The colorful sword was held in his hands, and his mind was fretting. Immediately, there was a vast sword of the sword. He held the sword, step by step, and appeared in front of the empty sacred body.
"Hey!"
Jianming stunned the sky, he held the sword of the sword, and squatted down the main force of the empty meditation, and opened the void.
The empty lord of the Lord runs the sacred king-level treasures to compete, but it is instantly swayed by the earthquake.
At the same time, there was another crack in the sacred king-level seal, which was swayed along with the empty lord.
Lin Tian raised his hand and controlled the operation of the army. Through the power of the colorful sword, he took this treasure in his hands and used his power of colorful swords to imprint the spirit of his people on it. Dry and clean.
The empty lord swayed in shape, and was seen as the sacred king of the sacred seal, as stunned as the emptiness of the lord: "蝼 蚁!"
He shined through the body and stabilized his body shape and rushed to Lin Tian.
In this regard, Lin Tian is directly a sword.
This sword is stronger than the previous swords, enough to kill ordinary Avatar.
"puff!"
The colorful swords traversed, and the smashing of the main sacred sorrows, blood and water, like rain.
However, this attack did not kill the empty lord, its flesh and blood squirming, and soon re-gathered in the flesh.
"There is no death, it is worthy of the Holy King."
Lin Tianluo was slightly surprised. The empty lord was seriously injured by the old mixed-race. In addition, he was contaminated by the magic of the martyrdom. Now he can play the strength of the half-step sub-level. In these cases, he is god. Under the sword of the sacred sacred sacred by the sacred sword, the emperor survived.
The empty lord was horrified, a younger generation, a younger who was repaired far lower than him. This time he was injured several times, and then he spoke to him in such a gesture, just as the emperor was looking down on him.
This made him extremely uncomfortable, clenching his fists.
"You wait!"
In the end, he spit out these three words and directly turned it into a light, fleeing away from the empty sect.
Nowadays, although he has an endless killing of Lin Tian in his chest, he is also very clear about his situation. With his current state, even if the power of the whole empty sect is combined, it is impossible to be a forest with colorful swords. The opponent of the day, leaving a positive confrontation, only dead. Under such circumstances, there is only a chance to survive if you escape.
And he has absolute confidence in his speed, because he has a very extraordinary body, and the original state of the peak is the level of the holy king. At this time, although it has been reduced to a half-step sub-level, but rely on that set. In the body, relying on the accumulation of his own sacred king, in terms of speed, today he will never be worse than the ordinary sub-saint.
It is not far from the speed of ordinary Asian sacredness. He believes that only Lin Tian, ​​who is a god-level emperor, can’t catch up with him, but he can’t catch up with him. Even if Lin Tian has such a terrible sword, it’s not there. The slightest effect.
"Your head, the sword in your hand, will be owned by the deity! The people who are related to you will die in the future!"
The sound of Sen Han is floating in the mouth, and the speed is extremely fast, and the moment is the endless.
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