Chapter 660: Dragon and Phoenix Flame Hammer now dead

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"It's over, family---"
Dimit's originally overly drunk face showed a look of despair.
"It's really worthless!"
The platinum curly hair sighed to Dimit secretly.
A solemn face!
"The Shrike family is endless! There are still us, and you!
The future of the Shrike family depends on you! "
The Platinum Brother glanced at her and saw that Vidona's face was full of schadenfreude.
Sigh in my heart!
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Although the sweet potato is not sweet. but. As a last resort. I had no choice but to do it.
"Let's go to Qingniu Mountain. There is an angel turning pool there."
The expression on Vidona's face changed. Too late to speak up against. Has been dragged away!
"It's him. Kill Senior Brother Moreau!"
Lao Qian and others lamented that obscene people like Stone are also human. Is stepping up hard to knock every inch of the floor. Every corner.
Shout out
As soon as he stopped the action of knocking on the floor, Qian's eyes slanted, and he looked forward coldly.
A group of people surrounded a handsome man, one of whom was a fat yellow monk, pointing at himself with a bad face.
This man had a fair face and a long and thin face, and the lines on his face, like those cut by a knife and axe, seemed very vicissitudes of life.
He was dressed in a battle robe with black feathers and clouds, and a circle of red flames with white ground. It was as thick as a man's calf, spiraling around the monk's body below his neck.
During the rounds of rotation, sparks radiated outwards, showing an aura of burning everything.
Wait, black feather moire clothes?
Old Qian's eyes suddenly became a bit dull.
Because, this black feather cloud pattern clothing, seems to have seen somewhere.
However, that is a long time ago.
Before Old Qian could remember, when he saw this kind of black feather and cloud pattern clothes, the man in the black feather cloud pattern shirt pointed at the gold armor fragments and green knife fragments on the ground. In a cold tone, he said to the old Qian: "Man, did you kill it?"
"Agreement?"
Is the tone pretty big?
Old Qian stood up and patted his hands.
"Yes, so what? No? So what?"
Two black and green rays of light shot out from Old Qian's eyes, with contempt like an iceberg.
This handsome monk stunned when he saw the two black and green rays of light in his eyes.
This person's cultivation base is far higher than his own!
For the sake of revenge, I tried my best to come to this plane, and I practiced my ability.
There is nothing you can do today.
The pretty face that made countless men love and affection again appeared in his mind, Feng---
He pointed to Qian Xing and shouted "Illness!"
Surrounded by the red and white flames, it suddenly turned into a long-handled warhammer. The warhammer was divided into eight flutes, the color of which was brilliant, and the eight faces were engraved with four dragons and four phoenixes.
The flame turned into a solid sledgehammer, and the long handle suddenly turned into a flame-flaming chain, driving the eight-sided dragon and phoenix silver hammer, shaking, the eight-sided dragon and phoenix silver hammer suddenly turned into a ball of red and white flames. The little sun in the earth, like countless meteors whirling, shattered like a celestial woman, smashed down at the old money.
These little suns burning with red and white flames are heavy!
The sound of breaking through the air is the sound of booming air explosion.
These little suns with red and white flames are hot!
Far away, the air was ignited by these red and white flames.
The scorching airflow simply makes anyone unable to breathe.
Appointment? This kid is very poisonous, do you know how to start first?
Old Qian Jian pointed out!
Numerous golden and pink flowers bloom at the same time around Lao Qian.
In an instant, the old money was overwhelmed by a sea of ​​flowers.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"
In an instant, there were countless red and white flame suns blasting above countless blooming golden pink flowers.
In a flash, flames, petals, flying all over the sky!
The golden-pink flowers were blown into pieces, and then bloomed again, with white fireballs, golden-pink rays, and flowers blooming, as if they were never exhausted.
Abruptly burning the sun with fierce majesty, blocking them all.
This black-feather cloud-patterned monk, where he was willing, he shook his hand repeatedly, pointed three fingers toward the white flame sun!
Thousands of red and white suns, the speed of the circling, instantly accelerated!
At an indescribable speed, like a sea of ​​red and white meteors, it doubled violently against the sea of ​​flowers, and the sound of the collision was like thunder before a rainstorm.
However, this sea of ​​flowers is still unremittingly opening, like an infinite spring breeze, as if it will never open forever.
This handsome black-clothed monk took a fierce attack, but consumed a lot of spiritual power.
I was ashamed and angry in my heart, avenging my lover, in order to resist the enemy’s incomparable and violent move, I gave up my sword to the hammer, and fortunately, I used the white flame tungsten essence to practice the magic weapon: hammer".
Unexpectedly, even the defensive spell of Huahai could not be broken?
In the future, how can I have the ability and face to avenge my lover.
The pretty pale face of the lover once again appeared in the mind of the black monk.
"phoenix------"
The black-clothed monk only felt that his pale face was looking at him again.
"phoenix-------!
The black-clothed monk let out a long and stern scream, the sound of this scream contained affection, enough to make thousands of little girls cry.
If he is acting in a romantic drama, this long roar alone is enough to make him a first-class idol.
The method has changed!
Thousands of Lieyang suddenly stopped smashing downwards, but made a peace in the air!
It turned into a silver giant hammer the size of a hill. On the eight sides of the silver giant hammer, four dragons and four phoenixes came alive, blowing red and white fire, rumbling down!
Lao Qian didn't notice for a while and didn't disturb the gathering of many silver fire and sun.
Seeing this small mountain-like giant hammer, spraying flames, it is simply pressed down!
He yelled, "You guy was still called a Mao when he was fighting?"
With the Fire Tree Sword Art, countless holes can be made in this small hill-like giant hammer.
However, no matter how many holes there are, it can't let this small mountain-sized object fall apart.
To make this small hill-like giant hammer fall apart, one is to use a powerful thunder method, and the other is to use the same or heavier weapon.
Using Liang Yi Shen Lei, old money feels a bit wasteful.
Grandma, your hammer is heavy, isn't my eight-strand golden mace lighter?
The old Qian was reluctant to use the two-meter divine thunder, and the other was his temper.
It didn't release the sword light of the fire tree, but with a hand drawn, the golden mace was already in his hand!
Backhand!
A golden light just hit the dragon and phoenix sun hammer like a hill!
"Boom----"
A loud bang sounded like a thunder exploding at the same time!
A circle of silver and golden sound waves spread out a hundred meters in an instant!
"Rumble--"
The turtles who were close to the old money only felt chest tightness and vomiting, and a star of gold appeared in front of them.
And the monk standing next to the black feather moiré clothing immediately vomited blood and fainted five people!
Having lost the protection of the Taoist Tower, numerous cracks appeared on the walls.
Immediately afterwards, these cracks grew bigger and bigger, and they collapsed like this.
Old Qian only felt a huge force, and his entire right hand was already numb!
It's been a long time since I met a monk with such a high power value.
Moreover, like this handsome monk, he does not follow the route of sword repair, and is not worthy of a few handsome magic weapons, but takes the road of heavy hammer magic weapons!
Is this--is this a waste of a handsome skin?
Old money slandered in his heart.
The golden light shattered into several segments, floating in the air, and the old money stretched out his hand and was caught in his body.
These eight-strength gold mace, has gone from reality to virtual.
After being broken into several pieces, use the Xutu Zhongyuan Daoyuan altar to make sacrifices to restore it to the original state.
The silver fire-breathing dragon and phoenix sun hammer the size of a small mountain, alive from the place hit by the golden light, split a long and wide gap!
With a bang, it was completely divided in half, like a big watermelon smashed in half.
When this handsome black-clothed monk received his technique, the two-half sledgehammer the size of a small hill instantly turned into a watermelon-sized hammer divided into two halves, which was collected in the hands of the black-clothed monk.
The black-clothed monk didn't even check the damage of the magic weapon. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Qian Xing, trembling. From the black-clothed monk's fingertips, it quickly spread to the black-clothed monk's body.
"You---You---It turned out to be you! Qingyimendi Milan!"
Facing the opponent's convulsive behavior, the old money only felt confused.
After the convulsions, he unexpectedly called out his dao name in Qingyimen: Mi Lan.
It made the old money feel extremely surprised.
Could it be that this is an old friend on the planet Earth? Or hatred?
Looking at him like this, 80% of him is an enemy, but the old Qian couldn't figure out who he was.
"Senior Yulong, how do you pull it? It's okay."
The monk who took the lead in identifying Qian Xingdi, when he saw the famous "Dragon Phoenix Sun Hammer" jade dragon in the division's gate, his assassin was hit, and he was hit by a magic weapon in half by the opponent.
Frightened on the spot.
Seeing Yulong's whole body trembling, like a convulsive wind, he asked from his mouth, and he was ready to slip away under his feet.
"Jade Dragon?-----"
This name is like a thunderbolt!
Finally, the incomplete memory fragments in the old Qian's mind were connected in series.
That night, lurking underwater, boring counts, merciless killings, and brutal destruction. . . . . . .
These fragments of memory are too far away.
Long to ~EbookFREE.me~ In the old Qian's mind, these are just fragments of memories.
Looks like Bailu City back then. . . . In the assassination, the young master of the Xuantian Gate, the guards around the young master of the Xuantian Gate, don't they just wear this black feather moire shirt?
The Yinfeng who was severely wounded by himself and died--------
To be honest, there are too many people who died under the old Qian, and there are not many who can make him feel guilty.
On that brightly lit night, the pretty and pale faces of the few guard women he killed were indeed one of the people who made the old money apologize.
However, who told them to be the crown princes who served the Southern Qi Kingdom? Besides, they were all monks in the construction period, and they had to kill themselves.
Although, from the perspective of Lao Qian today, these foundation-building cultivators were probably urged by some sort of secret method, whether it was the cultivation base of mana or mystical power, and the general foundation-building cultivators were not small. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please log in to an, there are more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)