Legend of the Cultivation God

Look at Guan Jianyou, see the purple flying sword stabbing, sneer in my heart, wave a hand, more than a hundred red plums are surging, stabbing the purple brilliance!

"Second times ~~~" a sharp sound, the first dozen red plum swords in front of the head were pierced by the purple flying sword, turned into a piece of red falling! The Jianguang above the purple flying sword actually turned into a purple line in the red plum, bypassing many red plums, and stabbing the eyebrows of Guan Jianyou!

"Ah?? Lingling flying knife?" But I felt an unparalleled sharp pain in my eyebrows. Guan Jianyou suddenly remembered something and screamed in shock.

"Ha ha ha ~" Under the purple brilliance, it is also a short, thin-eyed monk-like monk. It is the Jindan monk of Yimenmen who sees Sheng, and his hand is holding a slap. The size of the gourd! The purple Huaguang is released from the unveiled gourd!

"Hey~ How could it be a Lingling flying knife?" Liao Jianyou waved his hand and his fists were turned into dozens. Each of them was like a meteor, welcoming the water waves of heavy water, and shouting beside him.

The swordsman is also awkward, the sword in his hand is urging, and the many red plums are flying again and again, and the purple line that swims in the red plum is cut off!

"Yes, it is just a magic weapon of imitation!" When I saw that the Lingling Flying Knife was easily broken by the Red Plum Sword, the Pipe Sword Friends also took a long sigh of relief and sneered. "If you can spur the real 斩Ling Feidao, you have been a monk in the late Yuan Ying period? Why should you ambush here and kill me and other magic swordsmen?"

"Ha ha ha ~ to deal with you two swords swordsman, why do you need a real spirit fly knife?" I saw a big laugh. The purple brilliance inside the gourd flies again, like a psychic circle of dozens of flies that have already flown to the red plum next to the glimpse of the body!

"啪啪啪~" successive sounds, like the candlestick bursting at night, the Jianhua that can easily kill the Zhuji monk is actually annihilated under the purple brilliance! Only a three-footed flying sword!

"Silk~" The pipe-sword friend couldn't help but **** a cold breath. He knew in his heart that his flying sword was indeed inferior to the flying sword. He was afraid that this is not the enemy!

Guan Jianyou looked at Liao Jianyou again. Although there were quite a few fists in the illusion, there was really no previous fist to consolidate, and the congenital heavy water against Jiangshan was unsatisfactory!

"Go ~" Guan Jianyou will wave his hand. Hongmei Jianfei will return. Guan Jianyou’s body is shining with a sword, and the whole body is condensed into a giant sword. The glaciers are flying toward the past!

"Ha ha ha, at this time. Still want to escape?" Pang Chongtian saw a big laugh. Turn your hand. The broken gossip flag was once again sacrificed. The slightly bleak eight-group Guanghua screamed and swayed in front of Guan Jianyou!

"Ignorance!" Guan Jianyou sneered, as the sound of the golden drum sounds will come out. The giant sword pierced into the eight groups of Guanghua.

"栾道友Help me!" The sword of Jianshi sharply penetrated into the Eight Diagrams flag. The eight groups of Guanghua have become messy. Pang Chongtian is in a hurry and has to hurry for help!

"Look at the old man!" I saw the body moving with the sound, throwing the purple cucurbit in the hand, and the scorpion fly knife immediately flew out from the mouth of the small gourd, turning into a fish, a swift thorn Feijian, the sword of Guan Jianyou!

But seeing that the Lingling Flying Knife has not yet approached, the murderousness that only oppressed the Sword Spirit is forced into the Flying Sword. The Sword of the Giant Sword is swaying a few times, and the Pipe Sword Friends can no longer maintain the shape of the Flying Sword. Show a tall figure!

Guan Jianyou’s eyes flashed a horror, and he couldn’t deal with the Eight Diagrams flag. He waved his hand and the red plum blossomed again in front of the Lingling Flying Knife.

"Wind swordsman, Yu Jianyou, you will not come out again, Guanmou is really helpless!" Guan Jianyou is also a bitter smile at this time, around and around, whispered.

"Oh?" This is not only a horror, but Pang Chongtian is also very surprised! This surprised is simply like... I saw a joke that slipped the world!

"Ha ha ha ~ you are waiting to die, still playing tricks, don't you feel funny?" Pang Chongtian does not feel that after his own dark hands, Jian Xiu will have the means to cope!

However, it is only the voice of Pang Chongtian, but seeing the high altitude, like a gust of wind, the two birds repairing the fan fan with a dozen feet of wings quickly rushing down! The arrogant, unspeakable voice also sounded: "Hey~ Just a few little hairy children, Guan Peng, can you not deal with it?"

"The younger generation is no more than the two predecessors!" Guan Peng urged the red plum sword, trying to resist the Lingling flying knife, but the mouth was a smile. "This is three Jindan monks, and their magic weapon is to restrain me and other flying swords." Still have to help two seniors!"

"呜~" The original bird's wings were flashing, and the strong winds flew out from under the wings. The countless wind blades that could cut the ice were like a storm and a rush to the glimpse of Pang Chong and Pang Chongtian.

The subsequent bird repair is even more powerful. The faint blue light flashes between the wings. The aura of the glaciers is condensed on the water. The wings are swung, followed by the wind blade, among the ice particles. It seems to have condensed a huge mana!

"Go~" Pang Chongtian wanted to sacrifice the Eight Diagrams flag again, but the gods swept through it and realized that the wind blade and the ice drop were so powerful that their own gossip flag might not be able to stop, and the mouth screamed. The figure has been shaken, and it is flying to the south!

Pang Chongtian is gone, where is Jiang Shan and Yan Jiansheng still dare to stay?

Each received a magic weapon, and the mobilization of flying is also a trailing escape!

More fortunately, the three people are surrounded by Guan Peng and the Liao Jianyou. The two swordsmen and the Jianjian friends of the poultry repaired from the high altitude, but there are also gaps for them to escape!

"Catch ~" In the face of the monk's escape, the swordsman has never been despised, Fengjian friends and Yujian friends agitate the wings, body shape like streamer, chasing toward the three!

That Guan Peng was a little hesitant. God read the situation of sweeping the glacier, and it was to sweep the gods for dozens of miles...

“Oh?” It’s just that Guan Peng’s thoughts swept across the east with a slight stagnation, and then his face showed a light, slightly hesitant, and swept to other places again, waiting to see dozens of miles. There is no special monk inside, and this will make the body shape, and the footsteps of the red plum sword will catch up!

"Ah? Fantasy Swordsman!" Above the clouds and clouds flying dozens of miles away, Guan Peng Shen is temporarily locked in Xiao Hua and Li Zongbao! None of the powerful gods said that they had a Jindan strength sword repair to see them!

Of course, the reaction between Li Zongbao and Xiao Hua can be confused with Guan Peng’s anticipation. The two are actually a little excited. “Li brother, is this **** thought Qin Jian’s?” The stagnation of the gods is only a slight stagnation, Xiao Hua hastened to ask Li Zongbao.