Nine Cents Refining

The body of the ancient demon, tall and mighty, surrounded by circles, without fear.

Although Sun Hao was hailed by the town, but the golden warfare is still there, the body is golden, the mountains and the masculine body are flowing in the body, facing the faint smile, and flowing smoothly.

"Good!" Gumo Luo Er Yang laughed: "One two three... There are actually six Taoist friends who have not been printed in the blood, but also killed here, Shen Xiang, I am very curious, you obviously have blood heroes Why is there no trick?"

Luo Er felt a faint **** smell on his body, but Sun Hao couldn’t sense it at all. In fact, he was very curious about how Sun Hao did it.

Sun Hao smiled lightly: "No comment."

Luo Er stunned, and then smiled: "How to do it is not important, except for you six, naturally everything will be fine, hahaha, look at the move..."

In the big laughter, on the tall body, the red light flashed, and the whole body was brought with a faint red color. At the same time, the body was pulled up more than a foot.

Bloodthirsty in the eyes.

The momentum is also rising in the bloody.

Sun Hao’s eyes narrowed and he said, “Be careful.”

The ancient devil Luo has already made a big step, and he has stepped out of the Suzaku Shenhuo, and he has rushed to the moon.

Sun Hao’s body swayed, pulling the force of the battle, and slammed into the head.

The blood and the golden light banged and hit together.

Sun Hao had a pair of arms, and suddenly felt a huge, strong force, bombarded on his own body, the gold Dacheng battle body actually could not stop the **** upper body of the ancient devil.

Sun Hao secretly screamed with great strength, involuntarily, his body slammed back, oh... heavy footsteps rang out in the cloister.

Far from watching the war, the ranks of Jin Dan Qi Qi, who are surrounded by the situation, are in awe.

In the cloister, the blood red glow of the ancient magic Luo two flashed, punched forward, Sun Hao framed the double boxing, was forced to retreat. I can't resist it at all.

Linger eagerly cried: "The son is careful, the ancient demon may be the blood violent in the ancient records, can instantly increase the power..."

Sun Hao silently, the warfare power can be opened to the maximum. The muscles of the whole body kept swaying gently, constantly unloading the enormous power that the ancient magical two attacked on the body, and the receding body made a deep footprint on the floor of the cloister.

At the same time, the battlefield continued to run, and the force of the battle was attached to the companion. Let the companion besiege the ancient demon.

The violent ancient devil Luo II is like a male lion. It is unstoppable. It is forced to break into the air and force Sun Hao to push Sun Hao to retreat in the corridor.

The battle of Sun Hao’s main battle also launched a siege to Luo Er.

Zhu Ling whirls, the body is hanging upside down in the air, spinning like a wheel, whistling, kicking to Luo.

Wang Yuan’s forehead opened his eyes and his eyes were vicissitudes. Released a ray of light and shot at Luo Er.

There was a sound wave in the mouth of the single mouth, like ripples in the air, and the layers flew to Luo.

The hand-held scabbard with a scabbard, the savvy hand holding a fine sword, ready to go.

"Ah", the ancient magic Luo two mouths shouting, the whole person if a tall lion, bloody, swaying. The blood rushed away Wang Yuan’s “looking at the ages”, and his arm violently broke through the sound of the single cymbal, and the single fist slammed open. Backward, then slammed out.

Huge fists, with the sound of bursting, the layers of boxing in the air, a bang, hit Zhu Ling.

Zhu Ling sneered. The body was like a scorpion being shot, a backflip, kneeling on the ground, standing unsteadily and shivering.

Linger shouted: "The **** violent state can strongly exclude all kinds of spells, so that the effect of the spell is greatly reduced, the son, be careful."

In front of Sun Hao, a huge foot plate jerked out and crashed.

Sun Hao moved sideways, avoiding the front and arms.

With a click, kicked Sun Hao’s arms.

Huge power made Sun Hao's mouth slightly sweet, and the air turned over and fell to Zhu Ling's side. A blood couldn't help but blurt out and sprayed it in the corridor.

Zhu Ling’s eyes were fast, and she protected Sun Hao in one hand and hurried back.

Luo Er only wants to pursue, but suddenly discovers that the intellectual idiot that has been accumulating has already attacked.

The light sword is like a very long snake. It dances and flies quickly. The real female sword appears for the first time in front of the mainland monks. Wherever it passes, Luo Er’s **** smudges are Light and broken, can not block the sudden advance of the real female sword.

The appearance of the real female sword made Luo’s heart suddenly shocked. Even if it was in a **** violent state, Luo Er, who was not afraid, still felt a burst of heart.

I had to give up the great opportunity to chase after Sun Hao and Zhu Ling. I straightened my body and screamed: "Good to come", with both hands in one fell swoop, holding up the blood-stained sword, violently, a sword fell, and Xiang Ling Snake-like fine sword.

The real female sword is like a snake. The air is light and spin, and the sound is slamming. It is on top of the blood-stained sword. The blood-sucking sword is raised. It seems to be hit by a huge force. Luo Er’s hands are loose and blood is blocked. The magic sword has fallen. ,

Luo Er’s magic sword was actually shot down by the students. The morale of the Jindans in the battle was very strong, and the soul did not return to the soul. Even if the current state is not normal, but the shot is extraordinary.

With the violent ability of the ancient magical two blood, they were all shot down by the fire sword.

I don’t know if I can make a sigh of relief and reinvent the ancient demon.

The ancient devil's second magic sword was shot down, but there was not much panic, and there was a violent scream in his mouth: "A very strange sword."

The two palms are combined, and the giant palm suddenly becomes bigger and becomes a pair of **** copper cymbals. When it is heard, it is clipped to the real female sword.

Hey, a series of crisp sounds, the real female stiletto and the ancient magic Luo Er's two palms burst into a series of impacts.

The bronze-like giant palm is like being peeled, and the layers are thinner. The ancient devil is in front of him, and a piece of blood is sprinkled.

However, the offensive of the real female sword is also weak.

Xuanyuan’s red eyes flashed through the silk, but although she continued to practice for decades in Sun’s Shouyun Ningkong Tower, the control of the real female sword is still too low and too low. First, otherwise, the ancient magic Luo II will definitely not be as good as it is now.

The hand pointed to the real female sword, the real female sword whispered, and finally slammed, hit the two palms of Luo Er, and flew back lightly.

The ancient devil's face was slightly loose, and the palms were closed, and the original size was restored. However, the monks found that the two palms of Luo Er had already suffered a lot of damage.

The flesh and blood are vague, the skin is fleshy, and many places even reveal the forest bones.

Obviously, although Luo Er blocked the real female sword, but under the attack of the real female sword, suffered heavy losses.

There was a lot of jealousy in my heart.

Among the eyes of Gu Moluo II, the coldness is shining, and the soul of the sea **** temple is not returned. It is really powerful.

Especially the soft sword that looks slim, whether it is strength or sharpness, makes him chilling. For the first time, Luo Er feels that he has looked down on the heroes of the world. The body of the ancient devil is not omnipotent, or there are weapons that can hurt his own. Ontology.

In particular, Luo Er can clearly perceive that the soft sword has a magical ability to shoot down the weapons in his hands.

At that time, the power to hit the blood-stained sword was not too great, but he could not hold the sword and could not help but throw the blood-stained sword on the ground.

Magical swordsmanship, magical soft sword, Luo Erxin can not help but be jealous.

Reaching out a trick, the blood-stained sword fell into the hand, Luo Er did not dare to focus on the intellectual idiot, but in his mouth was a violent drink: "The bloodthirsty craving..."

Not far away, the onlookers of the Jindans, along with the violent drink of Luo Er, suddenly felt a sway of heart, blood bursting, and in the eyes, a red glow, want to hit the hands of the big hit.

At the same time, Gu Mo Luo second-hand in the blood-stained sword, red light masterpiece, it seems to be a great spirit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ red light, falling on his flesh and blood blurred palms.

Visible to the naked eye, his palms quickly recovered in the red light, and he recovered as much as he could.

The onlookers of the Golden Danes, still do not know what happened, the heart is hard.

Sun Hao's eyes shrink, can not help but think of the magical blood regenerative ability of the ancient magic Luo Pengfei, it is clear that the ancient magic of the second magic is also this type, and more powerful than the Luo Pengfei.

"You friends", the voice of Sun Hao Qing Lang came out: "Please kill the cloister immediately, don't look around, the ancient devil Luo gave us."

Unknowingly, the monk in the ancient magical two blood secrets, invisibly in the incarnation of Luo Er as a blood bank, but really can not continue to watch.

Gong Xiaojia squatted, a little worried and said: "Small... brother, then you are careful, let's go."

Sun Hao’s knowledge was taken, and the battle was launched. Luo Er was surrounded by the battle. (To be continued.)