Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

When Ling Han jumped into the ice lake, a figure also walked out of the tree hole and swept the people with cold eyes.

This person's gaze is like the essence. If he looks at it, everyone will only feel that the blood is like ice. It seems that even walking will not be possible, and the skin of the whole body is even more painful.

The nearby people suddenly turned back and looked at the man.

This is a 23-year-old young man dressed in white, spotless and full of ethereal temperament.

"Hey, where is the little white face, is it quite handsome?" Someone immediately snarled, this is a wretched middle-aged man who has problems in some aspects. He stares at the face of this white young man, showing disgusting Expression.

"Fuck, you, him, shut up, this guy is a seedling!" Someone recognized the identity of a young man in white and immediately shouted to the wretched middle-aged man.

"But a little white face, what a big fuss." The wretched middle-aged man did not care.

At this time, Tong Miao also walked toward him.

"Little white face, what do you want to do? Is it not convinced? Hey, be careful that the uncle is doing your leaks?" The wretched middle-aged man smiled and had no scruples at all.

"Maniac, you are looking for death yourself!" The people on the side quickly let go.

At this time, the wretched middle-aged man realized that he might have provoked a strong existence, but he still did not pay attention to it, because he was the existence of the dilemma, and it was nothing in the prison. Outside, this is already a strong presence.

Xiaobai’s face is only twenty-three or four years old. Can he beat him?

Brush, a sword light crossed.

The wretched middle-aged man showed a faint color, but in the next moment, his whole person was divided into two halves, slipping to the left and right, and blood flowed to the ground.

Oh, this is dead?

The people around him are all in vain. No one has captured how the seedlings are throwing this sword. The wretched man is hanging, and the man is open, and many people have been harassed before. Imagine it.

Who is this seedling, too fierce?

"He is the third son of the patriarch of Hengtian!" Someone said that the seedlings came.

"Hey, Hengtianzong!" Many people exclaimed again and again.

"That is a madman's sect, all of them are metamorphosis."

"Oh, whisper."

The nursery received the sword, but just collected it, but took the sword back and stared at the sword, only to see a drop of blood on it.

"Dirty blood!" He whispered, and when he looked up again, his eyes became blood red and exudes a strong killing.

Hey, he killed it, and a sword swept through it. Hey, one person’s head was smashed.

The sword is light, and this is not suitable for use. It can't hold the sword too sharp, and the strength of the nursery is too strong. When a sword smashes in the past, you can see your head fly, and then the blood will spray directly.

He didn't look at it a lot. He walked away, kicked the ring, and flew up a human head. There was no enemy.

The people first resisted, but it is useless for so many people to join forces, or to be killed by him. Therefore, the fighting spirit of the people quickly collapsed and fled.

Tong Miao only knows that the killing of the big ring, he does not care whether others have provoked himself, is to kill the sword, with the splash of blood, his white clothes are gradually red, but he does not care at all, the mouth even Also revealing a smile, very incompetent.

Really a metamorphosis, a madman, a devil.

But for ten minutes, the people here were almost completely cleaned by him.

Because there is no road ahead, it can only be returned to the tree hole, resulting in only a few survivors of this massacre.

There is only one person left here. The nursery sword is isolated. He closes his eyes and breathes the air full of blood. His face is full of enjoyment and seems to be addictive.

啪, 啪, 啪, there was a slight footstep.

The seedlings immediately opened their eyes and looked at the exit of the tree hole, murderous, emotionally extreme.

Soon, a figure came out, slender figure, handsome face, as if with a radiance, so that people have a feeling of not looking straight.

The eyes of the nursery seedlings couldn’t help but the five fingers holding the sword caught tighter.

The handsome man swept his eyes and couldn’t help but sigh: "So bad?"

The seedlings directly killed the past, brushed, and swept a sword, as if the heavens and the earth could be split into two halves for him.

The handsome man was not afraid, and his right hand was in the air. It was already a lot of guns, hey, and he held the sword.

A force fluctuated and the two men were stunned at the same time, showing amazement.

They have not received a reminder in the sea of ​​knowledge, that is to say, the other party's cultivation should not be weaker than themselves.

"Who are you, can you block me?" said Tong Miao.

The handsome man smiled happily: "You can stop me for ten shots before you are qualified to know my name."

The nursery snorted and slammed the sword again.

Hey, the two of them constantly attacked with swords and guns, and they took a dozen strokes in an instant.

"Ha ha ha, I am Dong Qi." The handsome man finally said his name.

The peasant put out his tongue and licked the sword front. He said: "You are the madman Dong Qi, haha, you are the seventh person who died under my sword and was remembered by me."

"Big words are not awkward!" Dong Qi quite stabbed.

The two men fought again and they all broke their own strength.

In the war, the two fights are fierce, because only one person in the peak can stand out, so their strong presence will sooner or later have a battle, it is better to eliminate the competitors now.

Suddenly, the two men stopped at the same time, separated by a distance of about ten feet, and then looked in the direction of the tree hole.

Just for a while, I saw a slim figure coming out of the tree hole.

This is a young woman, slender but hot, with a bundle of waist and two long legs that can reach the waist of the average person.

Her looks have not lived up to such a good figure, the facial features are exquisite, and there are a pair of purple eyes, smart and charming.

The woman looked at Dong Qi and Tong Miao and smiled: "The two are really aggressive, and they are hot here."

"Xin Ruyue!" Dong Qi's nephew is tight.

"Hey, can you think of someone who recognizes me?" the woman said with amazement.

Dong Qihe smiled: "Who doesn't know that Xin Xianzi is a disciple of Taikoo adults. The Taikoo adults are the great powerhouses in prison, but his old man is still unable to leave."

Xin Ruyue grinned: "Which two can make a little girl, go to other peaks?"

"Sorry, this can't be done!" Tong Miao said coldly.

Dong Qi is laughing: "Xin Xianzi is really joking. This baby dragon can only choose one peak, but it will wait for the next time, but I don't know if it is dozens or even hundreds of years later."

"Life is gone, what is the opportunity to talk about?" Xin Ruyue shook his head, and there was a silver whip in his hands.

Fight again.