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Zhao Yan will take the lead in the cloud of light swords, "the change of the Ming dynasty, the smart cloud", the change to the extreme, as the bullfighter plays with the red bull to tease the bulls like a small point, which makes Zhao Yan feel that his whole heart is comfortable. Get up, out of the previous bitterness.

The only thing that made him a bit uncomfortable was that the expression of the little bit was always calm, without the slightest impatient meaning. Instead, he watched Zhao Yan’s Jianguang switch back and forth between the clouds with great interest.

That feeling, as if he was catching a butterfly butterfly flying back and forth.

This discovery made Zhao Yan feel very bad, but also made Zhao Yan secretly vigilant.

Sure enough, after a moment of hard work, Xiaoxiao smiled and shook his head: "I don't play with you." The fists suddenly slammed, and the layers of lightning were centered on his body, and they continued to expand like the tide around them.

For Zhao Yan's unpredictable Jianguang, Xiao Bian is not incapable of capturing, but he is lazy and entangled with Zhao Yan. It is the most stupid, but also the most direct and effective way.

With a large coverage attack, sweeping the entire game, it takes a little more mana, but you can hide it and I will catch it.

Zhao Yan brows a pick and faintly said: "Is this younger brother thinking of me as the first monk of Jindan like you?"

During the speech, Zhao Yan picked up a sword, and the ray of light in the surrounding space was brought together to his sword light. Jianguang suddenly grew a lot, and the form between light and fog continued to change.

His sword light is to withstand the thunder of the little days, and the two sides collide together, and there is constant annihilation of light and fog and lightning.

Little smiles. The body has stirred up a strong hurricane, and the wind and thunder are integrated. The power began to increase.

After his success in the knot, he was promoted to the Golden Dan. The power of the infinite wind thunder is also rising.

Accurately speaking, the power of the infinite wind thunder can always be improved without end, but as the power is enhanced, it will exceed the control of the small one.

After the promotion of Jin Dan, he has the ability to control the power of stronger wind and thunder. After the power of the infinite wind thunder is further improved, he will terminate his metamorphosis and continue to enhance his footsteps.

Rolling wind and thunder swept through the audience, directly pressing Zhao Yan's cloud sword light back and forth.

This is not finished. Small and no exhalation, the congenital Jiuyi Jindan swallowed a large amount of heaven and earth aura, and the infinite wind and thunder force further improved.

The streamer swordsmanship guarded by the clouds on the Yunyun Peak has responded, and the layers of light and fog have rolled over, pressing against the small points.

Ziyun's ancestors frowned, raising their hands to stop the movement of Yuntian Liuguangjian. If this was really moving, the small one could not resist it, and the face of Liu Jianjian was completely lost.

"The power of such a powerful wind and thunder. At least in the total amount of mana, this son does have the strength of a war with a monk in the Yuan Dynasty." Chixia's ancestors looked dignified and looked at the young ancestors and did not speak.

She is a mid-Minister of the Yuan Ying. I am not afraid of being small at all, but the early monks of the Yuan Ying, such as the young ancestors, can already feel the pressure of the small ones.

The young ancestors of the Qing Dynasty are equally dignified. Little did not point to the battle with Wan Feng, he witnessed it. How do you not know? Only when I really see this scene, I still feel shocked.

Ziyun’s ancestors said slowly: “According to the younger brother of Qing’s brother, the strength of Xiao Yu is not under this. What I am worried about now is what kind of horror should be if they wait for their baby?”

The ancestors of Chixia and the ancestors of the Qing dynasty all changed greatly. Looking at Xiao Yu and Xiao Xiao, after a long time, they sighed.

Sometimes, don't think too much, but be happy.

The sights of several Yuan Ying ancestors were cast together to the Dongfu where Lin Feng was located. There was no movement, but only its existence, so that Ziyun ancestors had a feeling of breathlessness.

"Teaching such a disciple, the master of this mysterious door is really horrible."

Zhao Yan faces the pressure of the infinite wind and thunder, and he sinks into the water: "His Golden Dan is absolutely weird! Otherwise, there is no such magical mana."

The infinite wind and thunder force that feels small is still in the ascension. Zhao Yan dare not wait any longer, raising his hand to play a golden sign.

Tianfu Jianyin, Yuan Ying period implement, can repeatedly store a large number of Yuan Ying period monks to send out the strong sword meaning, it is Zhao Yan's killer.

This golden-like instrument exudes a powerful sword and swordsmanship, wave after wave of space, forcing the infinite wind and thunder of small points.

"Clouds are metamorphosed, gasification is blazing!" Zhao Yan sighs low, and the sword in Tianfu Jianyin has been merged with his own sword and sword light into a place, turned into a sword, dense, almost fill the entire space Full, violent storms and shots are small.

Little is not afraid of fear, haha ​​smile, his right foot slammed on the ground, the power of infinite wind and thunder is no longer released, but all gathered to himself.

The fleshy martial arts supernatural powers, the wind and thunder!

The violent wind and thunder shrouded in the small point, and he saw his body shape constantly rising and growing. From less than six feet in height, he turned into a giant of two or three feet in the blink of an eye, and horror was like a ghost.

The thunder and wind blade seemed to be turned into the armor on his body, and his arms were on display. The power of the violent blood would shake Zhao Yan’s violent swords.

"The horrible physical strength, the Dragons are just like this?" Zhao Yan bite his teeth: "I will see how strong you are."

Between the thoughts, Zhao Yan’s “clouds and metamorphosed, gasified and razor-sharpened” swordsmanship has become the most purely attacking type of “cloud-powered electric swords, who fights with each other”!

Zhao Yan himself and the sword, flying in the sky, with the sky and the clouds and swords, and turned into a brilliant Huang Jianguang, completely abandoned the characteristics of the cloud change, as long as the purest lethality and attack power, to the sky The rifting ground is facing the wind and the devil's body that is not as big as three feet high on the ground.

The sword and sword of the Tianfu sword was also blessed to the sword of Zhao Yan, let him directly play the effect of the shuttle space, instantly disappeared in place, at the same time has been killed in the face!

Such a fierce sword, even if Yuan Ying ancestors have to deal with it carefully, it is really stabbed, and it will be seriously injured if it is not dead.

The little bit is completely fearless, the body of the ghosts and gods that the wind and thunder have turned, and the opening and closing of the mouth, the laughter of the thunder and the wind: "It’s not just that you have the Yuan Ying period."

The blue light on his body flashed and the man disappeared instantly.

Zhao Yan was shocked and immediately remembered that the young ancestors had mentioned that Lin Feng had given a small bronze tripod that could travel through time and space. That Xiao Ding was also a Yuan Ying period instrument. It was with this tripod that it was not possible to Tong Yuanying's ancestors struggled in Wanfeng.

However, I heard that it is totally different from the actual situation. Now he really knows how difficult it is to be a little bit of a bronze void. It is a special instrument that condenses the mystery of space.

The figure of the little bit is flickering in the void, which is even more unpredictable than Zhao Yan’s Jianguang.

The iron fist wrapped in the hurricane thunder bombarded Zhao Yan's Jianguang side, never confronting Jianguang, avoiding its edge, specializing in the flank, playing Zhao Yan's Jianguang crumbling.

Zhao Yan whispered: "The clouds are covered with fog, and the storm is..."

Changhong’s arrogant swordsmanship suddenly disappeared, and all turned into a cloud-like sword, and gathered into a group, wrapped Zhao Yan in the center, thick clouds blocked the small iron fist.

The fierce attack blasted on the cloud, but the cloud group only shook a bit. There was a sword that was defeated, and it was retired and not scattered. It quickly merged into the cloud and continued to withstand the violent storm-like attacks.

An invisible Lin Feng saw this scene with a smile on his face.

Just a sword in the air, "Yun Chi electric, who fights with the front", can be called the ultimate killing force of the cloud cloud light sword attack, gasification Changhong is unbreakable.

The current trick of "clouds and fog, wind and rain" is the strongest defensive move in the slashing sword, completely abandoning the attack power of Jianguang, all swords are used to protect themselves.

It’s just that it’s stuck for a long time, and it’s better to take advantage of it. After all, he’s the attacker’s initiative, and Zhao Yan’s defense is slightly inadvertent, and there’s a little flaw in the defense, which is the end of the defeat.

"The winners and losers have been divided." Lin Feng smiled slightly, and the other side of the Ziyun ancestors and others also sighed together.

On the sidelines, Xiao Yu smiled and glanced at the crowd of Swordsmen who were beside him: "I said, it will soon be over."

A group of streamer swordsmen and disciples all face a dignified look, watching the small circle around Zhao Yan a fat, the offensive is getting more and more fierce, watching the cloud used by Zhao Yan to stagnate has already collapsed.

Xiao Xiao smiled and looked at the other side: "When do you want to see it?"

The void was broken, and the face of the overbearing Chongyun Prince slowly came out, and a group of Jindan period monks, including Wang Jiannan, followed him.

Prince Chongyun saw the little one in the battle, and did not speak.

He didn't want to start the game himself, but there wasn't any one in the Golden Danish monk behind him, which made him feel a little shameful.

The Xuanmen Tianzong disciple claims that he is invincible in the same field, and his cultivation in the Yuan Ying period is not enough to win.

The Prince of Chongyun has not moved here for a while, but some people have already remembered him first.

Lin Feng quietly looked at the Prince of Chongyun, and he thought for a moment: "Wu is gentle about what he is trying to do, maybe he can use him to ask for directions."

Thinking of this, Lin Feng passed a message to Yue Hongyan: "Red inflammation, challenge the Wang Jiannan directly, do you want to leave him a life, you decide."

Yue Hongyan heard the words, there was a faint pulsation in the pupil, no hesitation, immediately stepped forward, Zhang Chang’s long black flames swayed and pointed to Wang Jiannan.

The eyes of the prince of Chongyun stunned, and all the Jindan monks behind him were all amazed.

A group of streamer Jianzong disciples were surprised to see Yue Hongyan.

Red-haired girls don't talk, just a pair of fine-brimmed eyebrows erected slightly, meaning very clear. (To be continued.)

Ps: I don't know the stalk of the inner monologue of the previous chapter. How many friends have seen it?

The pros who can understand, it is time to expose the age, hehe.