Rebirth – City Cultivation

"Tear it."

When Changhe Jianxian came out of the sword, between heaven and earth, it turned into a galaxy, and it was separated in front of both.

Everyone can even hear the sound of slaps of water, which is the anger of countless swords, and every sword is enough to break the gold. Now thousands of avenues are aggregated, as if they are horizontal and horizontal, including Tianyu. .

Only with this sword, Changhe Jianxian can be crowned as the world, innocent for the young Xuanjian!

"Hey."

Faced with this sword, Chen Fan looked indifferent, just a flat shot.

It’s incredible to get to the realm of him and to raise his hand. There is no need to use any magical mystery at all, just by strength, it is enough to crush everything.

"Oh!"

If you say that the sword of Changhe Jianxian is like the big river and the sea. Then Chen Fan’s fist is like a tsunami! In the void, it seems to have set off the tide of shackles.

The horror of heaven and earth is condensed by this fist and turned into a wave.

The mighty swallowing of the true elements filled the eyes of everyone. The whole world is full of a mighty black wave. The waves crashed and came in, boundless, like a vast ocean.

Under this boxing, not only Changhe Jianxian, but even the cold moon fairy and so on, can not help but shrink.

"His real yuan, how can it be so horrible, as if the North is in the ocean."

This thought emerges in everyone's mind.

The power of Chen Fan is too vast, and the space makes a loud voice. His punch has almost broken the void and shattered the space. Within a few hundred square feet, all of them were shrouded in shock.

The surrounding ground, all cracked, all earth and stone, vegetation, obstacles, were flattened. Everyone was forced to retreat, and forced to go beyond a thousand feet.

"Gather!"

The face of Changhe Jianxian changed, and the sword gas condensed, turning into a blue sword with a length of ten feet.

In the face of Chen Fan’s turbulent movement, it is enough to level the power of a mountain. Strong as the Changhe sword fairy, but also had to take out the box bottom means. His figure is a fantasy, the whole person turns into a streamer, and is integrated with the cyan sword.

‘Sword in one, Yuanshen Yujian! ’

This is Qingxuandao Supreme sword.

Lin Biao had accumulated sixty years of swordsmanship and took out a sword. But compared with Changhe Jianxian, what is worse?

"Ten are true to me, extinct six!"

Hey!

The sword is boiling, and at that moment, Changhe Jianxian will combine his own spirits and swords into one. The blue-colored swordsman flashed, and it turned out to be arrogant. It was as lightning-fast, and opened the black wave and went to Chen Fan.

The Ten-party extermination of the kendo, pay attention to the glimpses of the sky, leaving no traces.

It is said that Changhe Jianxian, when a sword kills roaring. Roaring until the head fell, only to find out that he was out of the sword. It can be seen how fast the sword is fast. At this time, it is even better. Everyone has wide eyes and can only see a stream of light.

This is how easy it is to stream light. Infinite black waves seem to be drawn from the middle and divided into two.

"The ants are average."

Chen Fan has no sadness and no joy.

He is a punch that is swallowed by the innocent element, and it is also a land fairy in the Kunming world. Can you imagine?

"Hey!"

Chen Fanquan turned around.

The dark waves of the sky, instantly swept from all directions, the volcano turned into a huge whirlpool. The vortex rotates at high speed, with the power of horror. Every time I rotate, I peel off a layer of sword from the cyan sword.

Once, twice, three times. In an instant, it has been rotated thousands of times!

Originally, there was a cyan sword that was ten feet long. When I rushed to Chen Fan, there was only Zhang Chang.

"not good!"

Changhe Jianxian is not good.

The first time he saw this kind of real element that could devour the strength of others, he was simply ridiculous and could not imagine: "If he wants, can he directly refine me? How can these gods be done between heaven and earth?" ”

I don't know.

The beastly talent of the beast and the singer, this is the sacred universe, the supreme magic that swallows the void!

"Hey!"

At this time, Chen Fan’s fist was finally printed on the blue sword.

Time seems to stop at this moment.

Countless spirits and fairy tales, wide eyes, watching this scene. The confrontation will determine the ownership of the thunderbolt fruit trees, and even the victory and defeat of the Kunming market.

‘With the name of Changhe’s sword fairy, it should not be defeated. ’

Thousands of nights in the snow.

A minute ago, she was very confident in Changhe Jianxian. But at this time, after Chen Fan pointed out that the seven old people were killed, her confidence was shaken.

"Hey."

In the eyes of everyone's horror.

Jing Jingying, condensed into the essence of the blue sword light, turned out from the tip of the sword, began to crack. As the glass breaks. One foot, two feet, three feet, in the end, all bursts open, turned into a little bit of stars, showing the Changhe sword fairy.

Chen Fanbai Yu’s fist was hit on the sword of the Changhe sword fairy named Kun Kun.

At this time, the face of Changhe Jianxian changed from green to red, from red to black, and finally turned into a pale.

"Hey!"

The Kunwu Excalibur screamed. This sword is on the top of the sword, and at this time it is slamming, and it breaks open when it is empty. Then Chen Fan shines the fist of Qingjinguang, pressing the broken sword, and a punch is printed on the chest of Changhe Jianxian.

"puff!"

Changhe Jianxian spit out a blood, his body retreats, and the volley reversals thousands of feet, slamming into nearby mountains. Entering from the left side of the mountain peak, the right side hits out, bringing a burst of smoke, life and death.

a punch!

The sword is broken, the sword is defeated!

This time, no one dared to say anything.

Whether it is the cold moon fairy, or the Leopard white snake, they are all dead. Who can think of it, the swordsman who is swaying in the sword, even Chen Fan can not stop.

"The fierce people, the peerless fierce people!"

The ancient monkey eyes of the ancient fire, the heart is very happy.

And the night snow has been completely eclipsed.

Chen Fan’s fist not only crushed all her confidence, but also destroyed her self-esteem and pride.

The Changhe Jianxian in the Kunming market of Lianwei is not the enemy of Chen Fan. Who else is there, can you defeat him? Although the Lei Xianxian is strong, but it is only limited by the Changhe sword fairy, and more two punches?

For the first time in the heart of the snow, I regretted it for the first time.

"Long river old friend, I use Zongzhong secret technique, the speed is big. You only need to stop him for two and a half minutes, I will be able to free up my hand, and then teach this folk boy, what is the majesty of Xianmen can not touch! ”

The thunder was laughing and laughing.

In his hand, nine golden thunders were turned into root chains, wrapped around the black peaks, and they were about to lift the mountains. At this time, he was full of enthusiasm, turned his head and looked at it, but saw everyone as if he was looking at him with ghosts. Only Chen Fan was left in the field, and his hand was proud.

"Strange, long river brother?"

The thunder of the land is amazed.

His eyes suddenly swept in the ground, and the paragraph became two-segmented, the blue-colored ancient sword shining with crystal clear light, and the fierce pupils shrank.

"That is the sword of the Yangtze River 'Kunwu', the top three swords of Qingxuan Road, the top quality sword. The sword repairs the sword in the people, the sword is dead, is it between the fingers, the river is defeated... ”

In the heart of the sacred land, the waves of the sky are rising.

"Before you said, you have to step on my sect, destroy me and fill my door. I think, how do I clean you up?" Chen Fan bounced his fingers and looked indifferently.

There was a burst of white on the face of Lei Xianxian, and it turned into a sneer:

"Boy, I don't know how you beat Changhe's brother, but since I dare to bury Xiangu, there is a card. I have never been afraid of the Kunming world, except for teaching."

"If you stop talking, this time, I can share the thunderbolt fruit tree with you, and the things of the day before, don't worry about it, otherwise, don't blame the jade!"

After all, the landmines are the oldest strongmen. Although they see the situation, they still have a strong attitude and are still struggling.

His prestige in the Kunming world is far below the Changhe sword fairy, and he is the first person under the true teaching. A mysterious mystery, through the sky, even a little weaker teaching, may not be able to help him.

"dead!"

Chen Fan was too lazy to answer the question, raised his hand directly, and took a palm.

"Boom."

In the void, a green giant palm, full of a radius of ten feet, like a giant grinding, like an immortal mountain peak, volcanic, enough to collapse Taishan.

"Kid, let me see you, this is a great school in the Kunming market!"

The thunderous singer screamed.

His hands were shaking, and the two golden thunders were three or forty long, piercing the sky and carrying the horrible destruction power. Demon God Thunder is the top Thunderbolt supernatural power of Tianleizong.

The golden thunder, to the yang, is even the spirit, can not stop this blow.

But what is the horror of Chen Fan’s full force? He was promoted to the innate, the soul of the real body, has been combined into one, regardless of each other. This palm not only has the ability to swallow the innocent, but also has the power of the gods.

"噗通."

Qingjin giant palm, directly over the Thunder.

The golden demon **** Lei, hitting the face of the Qingjin giant palm, is like a rain and playing a bronze bell, and there is no way to shake the giant palm.

In the face of this horrible blow, the land of the sinisters began to desperately.

"Tear it!"

There are two thunder wings behind him, and the wind and thunder are mixed. It is a thundering wing of the heavenly scorpion, and the thunder of the sacred sacred wings, the power of two winds and thunders, came from the storm.

Then, his forehead opened his vertical eyes like a thunder.

A golden beam of light spurts out of the vertical eye, with the power of smashing everything. That power, not only extremely cohesive, is like a laser cannon, and it is extremely fast, surpassing twenty times the speed of sound.

"It’s the Tianleizong supreme power, the thunder eye!"

Someone exclaimed.

Demon god, thunder, wings, and thunder!

In a flash, the sacred sacred sacred, actually swayed three magical powers. The average person is the most cultivated. He is actually wearing three kinds of things. He is the top giant in the Kunming market.

But this is not enough.

Pulling out a long black knife in the void. That knife mans, purely composed of countless purple lightning, turned into a dragon of thirty or forty feet long, unbreakable, can open the mountain.

"Purple electric thunder knife!"

Tian Leizong's top law of law.

With this hand alone, it is enough to squander the Kunming world, let alone add three kinds of magical powers?

However, Chen Fan’s eyes are still not shocked, but he still shoots with one palm, as if these magical masters are in school, in his eyes, like a cloud of smoke.

"Hey!"

The green gold giant palm shot under the air, like a ruin, unmatched.

In an instant, the thunder wing burst, the light column is broken, and the purple knife is broken. Chen Fanyizhang, hard-boiled in the shooting of the land of the immortal, took him from a height of 100 meters, shot into the ground, printed a huge palm print of ten feet.

"Boom!"

The dust and smoke are soaring, the earth is shaking, and the burial of the fairy tales seems to be unbearable. The ground is cracked with a crack of up to a kilometer, like an abyss!

Everyone who sees this scene is stunned, like a ghost.

The sacred land of the ruins of the Kunming market, even...