Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fresh red saber air flowed over and over again, a huge rock was on the dark pinnacle, and the knife marks were several meters deep, looking like an invisible knife with a dark pattern.

The blue sword light in the sky is the destruction of the sword energy. This is an evenly matched battle, but the sharp sword energy is still continuously emitting a series of sword lights, constantly changing in the gap, and the whole space is full of terrifying Chance to kill.

Such a scene only made people shake for a while when they saw the person they had a crush on at the top of the mountain, and they were completely immersed in one of them, "Aha, Huang Fu Qingming, what a pity, your sword is aimed at the sky, and you can't kill me! Crazy laughter, the style of Leng Hu Dao has changed, and he no longer pursues defense. He transported the wounded knives on both sides, passed through the hole under his own sword, and passed by, leaving a scar on Huang Hu's shoulder. Shocking scars.

Sharing the burden of damage with the contract, as a systematic animal soul, Hanhu can recover quickly at any time and still maintain combat effectiveness.

But as a physical weapon, Huang Fu Qingming, a system of gods, could not spread wounds like a cold tiger. Once wounded, the combat power would be reduced by one point.

"Ah, Huang Fu Qingming, the person who makes people feel happy should be you, ha!"

In the frantic laughter, the cold knife despaired, and it was a complete failure and failure. Although the sword marks were quickly covered up like blood, they passed quickly to the flaming bears and still maintained their fighting power. The result of his desperate efforts was to leave five or six scars on Huang Fu's body.

Huang Fu's shoulders, arms, and legs were all severely injured, and the saber energy in the flames spread from the wound, constantly darkening his air passages, and there was even a natural force between hidden forces The movement is not smooth.

"One shot wins, the last sword!"

Huang Fuqing forced the Cold Light Tiger away with a sword, with a shape of one hundred meters, standing empty, spinning rapidly in the sword's hand, there was a piercing sound of air, and blue streamers kept escaping from the sword's sword. That is, the sword is like a hurricane in front of you, as if the sword is moved by hand.

"To the sky, three types. Oh my God!"

The green air changed from the body, the clouds in the sky and the earth changed, the thunder turned green, and the clouds in the sky began to gather around the body like a mass of dark matter. A light gray celestial pillar cloud stirred the sky and the earth, and Huang Fu's sword power, unexpectedly, seemed to convey to the sky.

The dark blue color, the emperor's youth stretched out his hand gently, and the sword twirled wildly, making people willingly say: "There is no selfish desire, no one has nothing, forget that there is a sword...." I have no desire, no one With nothing left, I forgot to have my sword... "Heavenly Head, let's go!"

Asking the sky's sword stretched out gently, and the dense fog filled the past.

When Hanhu's head was sprayed with fog, although the wild luck was resisting, he didn't struggle at all, the blood flew away, and the huge flames under his feet were like a mountain, wild beasts, and the raging flames were like a mountain Mountain, fiery bear, like a mountain, in shades of blue. It was an almost neutral and terrifying feeling, but eventually it was like a balloon and a huge body burst, sending blood and bones cascading down the sky.

"Ah, Fire Bear" The tiger was crazy.

The third type is Tianjian Zhutian, who killed a tenth-level quasi-fire bear with a sword, which was equivalent to more than half the strength of the ice tiger. ..