Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Is this calling creatures from outside the realm to pass through the gate of the kingdom?" Fang Lang understood something. From the shadow that didn't look like human breathing, and the violent roar coming out of the red beam of light, Fang Lang vaguely judged that these exotic creatures were definitely not good things. The God of War at that time, on the fountain of fire, the fencing pit, and the temple of light, should have suppressed these monsters, lest they invade the desolate world. Well, Fang Lang's figure turned into a stream of light and rose in the hands of Ziwei Sword. The secret art of [Wang Mace Diandian] and the ancient bronze book [Magic Name] were fighting, killing the virtual shadow that was not human .

call! This sword is as bright as electricity. It's the slightest unhindered penetration that doesn't look like a virtual human shadow. The tense sound of the spell between heaven and earth was suddenly broken. "Lin Zheng, what are you doing? Not killing this damned obstacle?" It didn't sound like an angry growl from a human shadow. The right side has been silent, and it seems to wake up suddenly from a daze. "The general situation has been determined, why should we resist in vain?" Lin, slapped. Fang Lang was blown down with a punch, and the blood-stained sky. In the entire City of Light, only Fang Lang is capable of fighting again, and a few others, such as Qin Zhishui and the old marshal, have lost their combat effectiveness. Aunt Heng was also seriously injured. Although it can only be repaired after entering the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness, although the flesh and blood can be restored, the injuries of people are too serious, such as Li Guangbi, Qu Hanshan, etc., almost exhausted their original strength, and can hardly promote the strength of the physical body to recover. Only Fang Lang can be called a desperate situation in this environment, and the potential hair, the power of the hundred-eyed spiritual spring can be brought into full play. He is like an immortal corpse, no matter how badly he is injured, with the strong support of the internal element, he can recover immediately at any time [Dragon's original intention].

At this time, Fang Lang didn't know how many times he had been reborn with flesh and blood, but the inner Yuan still had enough power, and the original source of power had not been consumed at all. The situation is dangerous. Without any nonsense, Fang Lang turned into a catastrophe again, heading towards a virtual shadow that does not resemble human attacks and killings. Lin Zhan, stop him. "Give up, everything is settled, kid, wait for a new era in the desolate world." He punched Fang Lang again. Fang Lang splashed blood from his mouth, floating in the air in vain. Repressed ancient forces reemerge, instead of singing like the treacherous spells of mysterious human shadows.

In the red beam of light, a strange and terrifying black figure appeared again, just like a monster from the era of the flood god, it couldn't wait to rush out of the red beam of light and mess up the world. Fang Lang took a deep breath. At this moment, he has no way to do anything, and all his actions are like the futile struggle of a trapped beast. But even trapped animals are struggling. Not to mention people. He urged the true meaning of the dragon again, turned into a dragon, brought the Ziwei sword into the dantian, and crazily charged the higher-level endless divine way. "If you push the six or seven prohibitions of Wuji Shinto, you may be able to defeat Lin and prevent this disaster from coming." He tried frantically. His momentum is also rising like crazy. There is no scruple in my heart, even if it is supported by violent force, it doesn't matter, God's thoughts are unified. ..