Dragon Inside

The two powerful sighs suddenly collided in the hall, setting off a fierce roar and sweeping in all directions.

Song Qingyun's face is gloomy, and when the sound in his mouth falls, his hands are fast and squeaky, and he constantly pushes the technique. Where is the half-skilled exhaustion.

"Even if you are a Taoist to yourself, you are also concealed. It seems that you are going to sacrifice her from the beginning, so you will deliberately do so..." Luo Yang’s eyes flashed and said faintly.

Everything just happened happened between the electric and the flint. If it was replaced by an ordinary monk, I am afraid I have already heard the words of Song Qingyun and rushed to collect the pages.

However, Luo Yang is different. His mind is extraordinary. When he notices that the situation is not right, he immediately runs the fairy, and the ban on the golden pages is naturally not escaped from his eyes.

"Do you know how? For the sake of this ancient ruins, I have already laid a lot of backhands. Even if your cultivation is extraordinary, you will never escape the road!"

Song Qingyun’s mouth snorted and a small wooden scorpion appeared in his hand when his right hand was shot at the waist.

His hands smashed quickly, and he continued to drop on this embarrassment. When the spirits flashed, the embarrassment quickly became several times larger, and the size of the monk was the same.

When it gets bigger, a strong breath is also emitted from the body. In the twinkling of an eye, it is more than the middle of the Yuantian, and it is the fluctuation of the late Yuantian.

"Guarding the trenches?" Luo Yang's face showed a trace of surprise, frowning and said.

Although this singer is different from what he had encountered in the old building before, but it is a powerful combat power, the power is comparable to a Yuan Tianjing monk, and more importantly, these guards are not afraid of life and death. Only by breaking it down can it be dissipated.

"You can recognize the trenches, but you have some insights."

After a sneer, Song Qingyun’s right hand waved, and the guardian warfare flew out immediately, rushing toward Luoyang.

"A war of Yuan Yuantian, only Luo Mou is not in the eyes..."

Luo Yang’s gaze swept swiftly through the trenches, faintly opening, and his right hand slammed, and a black iron sword appeared in his hands.

At the time of the spiritual gathering in the hands, Luo Yang’s breath also changed greatly. The whole person was like a sharp-edged blade, which gave off an indescribable edge.

"Sword broken star river!"

A low drink rang from Luo Yang's mouth. When the sound fell, the iron sword in his hand fell, and a horrible sword light burst out instantly, like tearing the entire hall, and instantly fell on the guardian war.

The fierce roar of the screams sounded, and the swords and squadrons shattered and shattered into shards of wood. They were swept away by the sword and they could not resist.

"This is... half a step?!"

Feeling the horrible pressure on the sword light, Song Qingyun’s eyes suddenly tightened, and a crisis of death instantly shrouded him.

Between the electric and the flint, there is no room for him to think too much. When the hands are fast, a bronze clock will appear in front of him immediately. It is the soul clock.

"The soul is stunned!"

Song Qingyun’s mouth screamed, and the body’s madness rushed into the soul of the soul, and a loud bell broke out on the bronze bell, and the endless ripples began!

The Jianguang and the ripples in the space collided with each other, and a loud roar was heard. Although the ripples disappeared in an instant, the sword light that Luo Yang had waved gradually disappeared, and it was difficult to turn to Song Qingyun.

"The soul of the two souls is absolutely alive!"

Seeing the surrounding Jianguang dissipated, Song Qingyun’s eyes showed a sensation of color. When the cold sounded, it was the place where the soul clock was destroyed.

The huge bells trembled several times in a row, and the horror sound waves were like the tides, and they rushed toward Luoyang. Although they did not have their shape, they contained the power of horrible destruction.

"No sword can be done... then two swords!"

Luo Yang’s eyes flashed a fine light, and his heart stunned, and his right hand shot again at the waist. After a black light flashed, another black iron sword appeared in his hand.

The two black iron swords are exactly the same. There is no difference. Although they all seem to be rotten and broken, they have an indescribable sense of sharpness. They are suspended from the side of Luoyang, along with the long sleeves of Luoyang. After a wave, suddenly fell to Song Qingyun.

Two horrible swordsmen burst out in an instant, like two dragons, and the horrible swords in the roaring screamed together with the endless sound waves. The aftermath of terror swept the entire hall.

The hall that had been broken was trembled at this moment, and the cracks appeared quickly. The shaking between them was about to collapse.

"The soul of the three souls is green!"

Song Qingyun’s eyes showed a crazy color. When he snorted, he suddenly bite the tip of his tongue and squirted a blood on the soul clock. When the blood flashed, the soul clock was like awakened, with a sign. The text flowed.

A nearly horrible breath suddenly broke out, and the violent bells and sounds continued to scream through the entire hall. After holding a few interest rates with Jianguang, it became a roar of earth-shattering.

The sound of roaring shook the heavens and the earth, and the terrible aftermath swept across all directions. The soul of the fallen soul was directly smashed through the wall of the hall and was blown out.

"How could it be..." Song Qingyun coughed up blood in his mouth, his face showing a stunned look.

The blow just now contains all his cultivation, plus the horror of the falling soul clock. Even if it is a strong man who is half-step, it is difficult to resist.

Although Luo Yang at this moment is pale, but it has not been hit hard, it is still intact, this is something he can't understand anyway.

Wherever he knows, Luo Yang’s body is the invincible body that has cultivated the invincible, even if it meets the real spiritual monk, it is difficult to kill it!

"The soul of the clock specializes in the monk's knowledge. If my **** is far better than the ordinary Danyang monk, I am afraid that the blow is enough to make my gods disappear..."

After the brow was slightly wrinkled, Luo Yang’s gaze looked at Song Qingyun, who was stunned by the flash.

"Damn! This is what you forced me!"

Seeing that Luo Yang’s figure was coming quickly, Song Qingyun’s face showed a crazy color, and the jade piece on the chest was directly taken off. When the hand was firmly gripped, the breath that surpassed Yuantianjing was immediately The explosion broke through the entire hall.

The white light continually tumbling in the hall, the light flashes, the horrible pressure is getting stronger and stronger, just like Tianwei, it is hard to resist, even if it is based on Luo Yang’s cultivation, under this pressure It is also ugly.

"Lingworld..."