Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Impossible! How did you do it?"

Hands on the ancient relics of heaven said.

It retreats to the other side, regrouping from the flesh.

Bing Xin expressionless, suddenly raised her right hand.

The ancient hands trembled, and the four ice blades were pulled out of it, tearing its emperor apart again.

The ancient ancient Celestial Clan roared.

He regrouped the Emperor in the distance, and his face became very gloomy.

He opened his mysterious eyes and immediately saw the truth.

Before Bing Xin summoned the densely packed ice swords, five of them pierced through the hands of ancient celestial bodies, leaving traces of ice on his body at that time. After that, although the emperor's art shown by this ancient ancient Celestial Clan is terrible and cannot distinguish the real body, Bing Xin can feel the traces of ice left by it, the imprint of ice, etc., if found the other party The real corpse, Bing Xin can feel the traces of ice left by herself. Nature can destroy it in an instant.

On the opposite side, Gu Shi's hands and face are ugly, staring at Bing Xin closely.

"marvelous!"

Behind him, one of the seven opened his mouth.

"Just, that's it."

The seven people walked forward together, and the ancient hands also intersected, and the eight emperors were as turbulent as the sea, covering the entire starry sky.

"Old man, come alone!"

Just like my Shuhao, although Bing Xin is powerful, he cannot stop the Eight Emperors from rebirth at the same time.

In this regard, the appearance of the eight ethnic groups of the Tianzu remains unchanged.

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In just a moment, the breathing pressure of the eight strongmen merged into an immortal cage for the first time, making Bing Xin frown.

Beside, I pulled her aside, and the bloody space opened up again.

The Eight Emperors sealed ten faces, and even Bing Xin couldn't get out, only he could do it. His approach is similar to the devil's anti-summoning, but what's worse, his range of motion is very short, which is related to his unfamiliarity with the color space of blood.

The bloodline swallowed two people, a dragon, and closed.

"Can we go?"

In ancient times, the celestial beings and disciples of the moon said.

Its eyes trembled, and the entire starry sky was covered in a layer of blood, peering at a flag.

"found it"

Then, it suddenly changed color, and in its vision, a Mosen ghost claw suddenly appeared, bombarded its face, and the whole person flew out.

"It tastes good, doesn't it?"

In the distance, the space split open, and Mori stepped out with Ice Center.

In the past, when Bing Xin was fighting with another ancient Celestial Clan, although he was watching the battle, he did nothing. He was constantly developing the blood-colored space in the dark, calling for a ghost claw in the depths of the blood-colored space. Wait for that ancient ancient student of the moon to take a peek, then punch it hard.

The ancient ancient Celestials have a grim voice.

The majestic power was surging, and beside Senwo, Bing Xin was beating, and a boundless chill was scattered all over his body.

Endless snowflakes fluttered out, and each snowflake carried a neat chain, waving at the eight emperors of the Tianzu like an immortal sword.

There was a chilly hum.

Someone started, slapped the sky, broke the air.

Although Bing Xin is very scary, these eight people are also characters of this level. Although there is a gap between them, the gap is definitely not very big.

The eight emperors pushed up, and everyone applauded.

With the sword in front of the chest in the ice, I cut off densely packed sword gangs, and on the other side, I also started, and the way was scattered, and I bombarded the eight old undead of the Celestial Clan. ..