Rebirth – City Cultivation

"puff!"

The figure of the seven old people, retreating, sprinkled a string of blood in the air. First, the dagger in his hand, smashed open, and then his shoulders, chest, thighs, arms, all bursts of blood.

The power of Chen Fan is too horrible, and it has never been cast, just like the fall of Taishan. Although it is only a part of the district, it is a combination of the power of nuclear explosions, and the body of the immortals is completely unsupported.

At the end.

"boom!"

The violent and fierce real yuan burst directly on the seven old people, and bombed him into a **** fog.

"How can it be?"

Seeing this scene, whether it is the cold moon fairy, or the angry flames and other people, they are shrinking. Even Changhe Jianxian could not help but look. The seven old people are also considered to be extinct elders, old-fashioned immortals, did not expect even Chen Fan one finger can not support, is this a secular world?

"Hey."

A black shadow suddenly flashed out of the blood, showing the figure of the seven old people. Only at this time, his face was pale, his eyes were full of horror and fear.

If it wasn't before, he practiced the supernatural powers and stopped him.

Just by a single blow, Chen Fan was enough to kill him.

‘How can this guy’s strength be so strong, it’s a bit higher than the penalty. I haven't seen it in the Sovereign. It seems that I only see it in the teachings of the great teachers who lived in the top of the Kunming. ’

The seven old people are in the heart, like a stormy wave.

At this time, Chen Fan, purely about the true yuan, is enough to rival the congenital peak, and even has it. With the repair of the seven old people, it is necessary to stop him with one finger.

"Not dead yet?"

Chen Fan’s eyes are slightly slim.

He somewhat underestimated the land of the Kunming market. These immortals, after all, have the inheritance of ancient immortals, although the strength may not be strong, but extremely difficult, there are all kinds of life-saving methods.

"But your magical power, save you at most once, can you save you a second time?"

Chen Fan stepped out step by step, and Baizhang was empty, at his feet, as if it did not exist. He volleyed the phantom, and instantly moved to the front of the seven old people, and once again pressed back.

"help me!"

The seven old people screamed. Full of wrinkles, instantly turned into smooth skin, ruddy face, white long hair also has black and white, **** and fierce climb to the extreme, but also skyrocketing.

Apparently, at that moment, he had used the secretive technique to burn his blood.

"scold!"

The seven old people are empty-handed. The shape of the illusion, the void, once again illusion of three illusions. These three illusions, each of them are volleyed to kill, the fingertips with extinction, lyrics and souls.

‘Death refers to’.

It is a martial art, but it is more important. It refers to the meaning of the wounded soul in the middle.

"All shots."

The wrath of the wrath of the sacred voice sang the Buddha, and abandoned the white snake in front of him.

He practiced Leiyin Mountain stunts, big flames!

I saw a volley of more than ten feet in size, the golden flame of the giant palm, like a Buddha explorer, King Kong came to the world, burning, fiercely printed. The power of Chen Fan is beyond the expectations of the people of Kunming. They have to go all out.

"Hey."

The cold moon fairy also played a hail of light.

Seeing the crystal clear light, across the sky, like a blank practice. Shenguang collects the Kunming world, and the ancient coldness of the northernmost land is condensed in the real yuan. Every time it is shot, it is enough to cool the sentient beings.

Three cents, and at the same time, the power is suddenly shocking!

Even a thousand nights of snow are shrinking.

Although she expected that Chen Fan’s strength was strong, she did not expect to be strong. Actually, the seven old people were forced to death.

‘But the three celestial celestial shots, you should have no chance. ’

I thought about it in the snow for thousands of nights.

But in the next scene, she couldn't help but wink her eyes.

"go with."

I saw that Chen Fan was calm and calm, and he was calm and calm. He waved his sleeves and a green handprint, volleyed and slammed into the flames.

Zhang Qing’s blue gold handprint is like an ant in front of a giant palm of more than ten feet.

But just listen to ‘咔嚓’!

The giant palm of the flame with a strong emphasis on the sound of the singer, bursting open like a glass hit by a heavy hammer, instantly broken. And the green gold handprints, across the sky, with unmatched domineering, volley to the wrath of the wrath.

"Damn."

The sorrowful sorcerer’s face changed wildly, and several beads were shot in succession.

Inside these beads, they are sealed with the ‘Da Jingang’s Tibetan Buddhism’, which is enough to resist the immortal strike. But in front of the green gold handprint, everything is like a chicken and a dog, all broken. At the end of the day, the sorrowful sorcerer is hesitant, and takes out a diamond jewel that looks like a glazed relic.

"Hey, Ni Nim, oh!"

There is a veteran in the void, the old man sitting cross-legged.

The old man has the meaning of King Kong, which is just strong and strong, and never moves. The mouth is swearing, and the palm of the hand is shot, colliding with the green gold handprint. There was a loud noise in the void, and the two of them disappeared.

"That is my Lei Yinshan teaching, the dragon-like Zen master gave me the 'genuine diamond beads', can resist a land immortal attack for three days and three nights. But did not want to be smashed by him, how strong is Chen Beixuan? '

The sorrowful sorrower is both painful and scared.

At this time, the cold moon goddess of the cold moon fairy, as well as the extinction of the seven old people, have been killed.

I saw Chen Fan a mouthful.

"Hey."

It was enough to freeze the soul, and turned the ice of the square into a frosty ice, and he was swallowed like a powder. Let the cold moon fairy look like a ghost.

Then, Chen Fan did not evade, let the three magical bodies, point on him.

Three black whirlpools appeared on the volley, and the illusion was enough to make the singularity of the celestial beings smashed, and they were spotted on the black whirlpool, and they were all taken by the fingers and swallowed. Kunpeng's swallowing magical powers are not only used for attack, but also defense is unparalleled in the world.

"dead!"

At this time, Chen Fancai Ping Ping pointed out.

This refers to the post-issuance, but it seems to be detached from time to time, first to the forehead of the seven old people.

"I can not be reconciled..."

The seven old people still have the meaning of madness in their eyes.

It is obvious that the three immortals join hands and can easily crush everything in the world. How is he dead? Until now, he did not understand. It is obvious that he first shot, why Chen Fan is faster than him.

"puff."

But in the next moment, the light in the eyes of the seven old men will be violently destroyed and attributed to nothingness. Then, from the beginning to the end, he blasted open and burst into a **** fog. Even the soul of the earth gods in the body did not escape, and was killed by Chen Fanyi!

The whole scene is dead!

It was the spirit beasts, and Ye Qingcang who fought, couldn’t help but stop and watched.

Especially the cold moon fairy and other people, even more stunned, can not believe.

That is the seven old people! There are only a handful of immortals in the sorrowful way, and they have been in the Kunming world for hundreds of years. It is a giant in the middle of the congenital, and it is difficult to kill him.

Such an old-fashioned immortal, even Chen Fan **** can not stop? This guy, even with one person's strength, pressure the whole audience to bow?

"I drip, but fortunately I fled fast, otherwise I am dead now, maybe it is me."

The ancient fire stalked in the distance, saw this scene, and shouted in his heart.

And thousands of nights of snow are stupid, and Chen Fan’s strength at this time is several times stronger than that of Qingcheng Mountain’s blood ancestors. At that time, although he crushed the blood ancestors, but the blood ancestors still have the power to fight back, as now, killing seven old people, like killing chicken.

"Night snow... you are convinced... this guy... is it really a secular person?"

The cold moon fairy Yu Jin was eclipsed and asked hard.

Thousands of nights of snow did not say a word.

At this time she did not know what to say. As for the spirit beasts, they are quickly gathered together, as if they are facing the enemy, Chen Fan. In Chen Fan, they feel more terrifying threat than the sin.

"Lei brother, I am afraid I will meet the enemy."

Changhe Jianxian eyes are dignified, the hand is placed behind the hilt, while the sword is pulled out while the sword is being lifted.

"Ok?"

Thundering the land fairy, just broke Chen Fan's shield, at this time looking at it, seeing this scene, suddenly could not help but shrink, but still full of confidence:

"Changhe brother, you stopped him for three moments, I can take the thunder."

"Okay, three moments, I will stop for you!"

Changhe Jianxian inch inch pull out the ancient sword behind, smashing the sky and tearing the sky. The clouds above the head burst open, and even the darkness of the sky. There is a horrible mass grave.

This Qingxuandao swordsman is now full of power.

The horrible swordsmanship, Sen cold people, forced the cold moon fairy and other people, can not help but retreat.

"This is the strength of the mid-season, and it is indeed the difference between Yun and Mu. It is no wonder that Changhe Jianxian can break the river with a sword and kill the invincible roar!"

The cold moon fairy is in vain.

And a few soul beasts, have quietly joined together, flashed to the side, the eyes are swaying. Apparently preparing to watch the fire across the bank, waiting for Chen Fan and the people of the Kunming market to fight for your life and death, and then shot.

"Chen predecessor, I will stop him for you, you are going to grab the thunder."

Ye Qingcang was bathed in blood, soaring up, his body was full of war, and he did not retreat.

He was the weakest among the people, and was previously besieged by several beasts and had been seriously injured.

"No, just rely on him, don't say three quarters of an hour, that is, even one finger can't stop."

Chen Fan flashed a hint of warmth in his eyes and smiled lightly.

"The arrogance! I will see you, how can I defeat me!"

The Changhe sword fairy is cold, and the sword is soaring, and even the void is showing the sword marks, just like the Tianmen being opened.

"Tear off!"

He stepped out in one step and the sword was opened. A pair of Qinghong, like a nine-day sword, descended across the sky, from all directions, to Chen Fan.

Ten parties extinct kendo!

This is one of the three major swords of Qingxuandao, and juxtaposed with Xuanluo’s invisible sword.

But from the hands of Changhe Jianxian, it is like a **** of the Tianhe River, Changhong is like a sky, and the power is ambiguous. Under this sword, the heavens and the earth seem to be opened, and the sword gas is far beyond the hundred feet.

All who are, are all eclipsed.

However, Chen Fan smiled a little and punched it out, such as the void, and the universe was overhanging:

"Defect you, a fist!"