Master of Untold Daos

Chen Ming looked up slightly, it seems that these heavens are not the same as imagined.

An eighth-order emperor turned out to pretend to be a fifth-order emperor!

As a result, no one knows his true strength. I want to kill him. I am afraid that he is dead in his hands.

Spring is not old and turns to look at Chen Ming. "Oh, it turns out, you still have some use."

"Oh.... my child, I will give you a chance, one, and the opportunity to fight with me."

Spring did not reach out, the arms were bizarrely curved, and behind his back, his hand fell on the back of the lone star pattern, and then peeled off his only skin.

The lone star with black blood is on the ground, and the spring is not looking at the white-haired ghost. "I will peel off my second-order authority. Now, it is almost the fourth-order emperor. Come, I will kill you." !"

The white-haired ghost and Chen Ming suddenly felt that the powerful Tianzhu had dispersed, and the two men resumed their mobility again.

Chun did not look at Chen Ming and smiled: "Don't worry about it. If you have any changes, I will kill you!"

"You, let's be a witness."

Chen Ming has a hard time to say, this time, the spring is not old, and you say that an eighth-order emperor, nothing to play these bends around?

Chen Ming stood in the same place and looked at the strange father and son in front of him, two pairs of red eyes, and looked at each other at the same time.

Chen Ming looked at the white-haired ghost and said: "As the last battle, I was the only witness. I suddenly remembered that I still have a pot of wine for you."

The white-haired ghost laughed: "Is there a drink left in that pot?"

Chen Ming nodded, his eyes flashed through the hidden light, and he secretly ran a mana in the storage ring, and moved a little hands and feet. Then, the pot of wine appeared in his hands, and he threw it at the white-haired ghost.

"This pot of wine, send you on the road!"

The white-haired ghost took it and drank it all. "Give me the weight and give you the grave!"

The white-haired ghost held the jug in his hand and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He carefully groped the jug and wrote a new sentence on it.

He carefully explored it and knew what Chen Ming wanted to tell him.

"I will never die here!"

The white-haired ghost's limbs popped four short-swords, and the short-legged sword on the sole of the foot supported his body. "I will let you regret what you are doing today!"

"You, will be for you.

Mania pays the price! ”

Spring is not old, opened his robes, and pulled out a nine-foot chain of white bones from his chest. "As my only son, the only descendant, you have this qualification for me to give you this!"

"Kill me, everything is yours, you have second-order authority, you can achieve the second-order authority of the king!"

"Kill me, you are the next dark church!"

"Kill me, the hatred buried in your heart for seven hundred years will be released!"

The white-haired ghost steps, the short sword on the sole of the foot depicts a scratch on the fairy floor of the main hall!

Hey!

Just like a sliding step, the white-haired ghost only passes a zig-zag route in an instant, and the short sword between the hands is held down, and the spring is not stabbed!

Hey!

One hit!

On the neck where spring is not old, two short swords are inserted into it, and the white-haired ghost screams in a bad voice. He quickly pulls the dagger and wants to see where the real spring is not!

Spring is not the old authority, but with him a glimpse, so easy is to let him get started, must be an illusion!

He looked around and left, his eyes flashing blue light, shining dozens of feet, spring is not old, where is it?

At this moment, Chen Ming clearly saw that the spring that was inserted by the white-haired ghost was not old!

The nine-foot-long white-bone sword fluttered and passed by. The white-haired ghost at the moment did not even think about it. He just started, it was the real spring.

With a knife, the body of the white-haired ghost is directly split into two!

The two-skinned white-haired ghost was smashed into the hall, and the black blood flowed, leaving two black marks on the wall.

Spring is not old, holding a nine-footed white bone knife and looking at the white-haired ghost, his eyes are beating with a sly look. "You are still too tender."

The white-haired ghost snorted, and it was already the appearance of Chen Ming. He said in his mouth: "The dream comes true, Nie!"

The blue flames swept like a big river, and then the endless flame re-agglomerated into an adult shape. The white-haired ghost looked old and the fierce light in the eyes became more and more intense!

Spring is not old and reveals a touch of interest. "Ha ha ha ha, the power of dreams, imitated, after all, weaker than the body, I have to look, how many times can you perform?"

"My son, let my father, take a good look, your ability!"

The white-haired ghost once again rushed toward the spring, and the three slips rushed to the front of the spring, and between the feet, the two short swords at the soles of the feet, crossed a stream of moonlight, and attacked the spring.

Spring is not old and smiles, and the block is not blocked. The white-haired ghost in front of him is on his body, and instantly becomes a black smoke.

This is an illusion!

In his hand, there is a big print on one side, and it is round and round. "Turn the sky! Give me everything to suppress!"

boom!

Under the pressure of endless pressure, the whole hall will be shaken together!

This sputum spreads out and shakes the hidden body of the white-haired ghost!

Spring is not old, the left hand is high, and the right hand is holding a nine-foot white bone knife. He screams toward the white-haired ghost: "You, is this only the ability?"

Behind the white-haired ghost, a chain of burning blue flames flew out, full of hundreds of chains, connected to the void.

In the next moment, hundreds of great emperors walked out of it and madly attacked the spring.

Spring is not old and nodded slightly, "Well, it is the authority of the iron rope, but it is not bad."

Hundreds of Great Emperors attacked the spring, but in an instant, it was already surrounded by the spring.

A great emperor wields a sword and turns the spring into a powder!

This is the illusion of spring is not old, the next moment, in another place, there is a spring is not old, there is a 傀儡 傀儡 挥 挥 ​​挥 挥 ,, this spring is not the same is the illusion!

The white-haired ghost looks around, the real spring is not old, where is it?

The white-haired ghost screamed, "The dream come true, the technique of smashing, won my heart, lend me a hand!"

He punches his fist, the left hand smashes the black dragon, and the right hand flies the white tiger. "Hands up, 撼 Kunlun!"

The dragon and the tiger's power, traversing the audience, in front of the white-haired ghost, the body shape of the spring is shocked, but the white-haired ghost saw, but the spring is not old to sneer at him, "too late! ”

When the head squats, the endless flesh and blood bones are broken and turned into pieces.

Spring is not looking at the fragments of the earth. "You are too weak, you are not worthy of being my son!"

The next moment, a drop of blood rolled, condensing all the blood around it, and then turned into a white-haired ghost.

Chen Ming was stunned by the side, Luo Muye's blood was born again, and he had to say that the dream of a white-haired ghost came true, and he could imitate all the techniques he had seen, and it was really a metamorphosis! 2k novel reading network