Rebirth – City Cultivation

"Chen Beixuan won?"

Numerous refining monks, unable to fly into the 100,000-foot high-altitude battle, can only stay in the North Cold City. They saw tens of thousands of innate people, and the wolf fell into the city. Also saw a lot of Jin Dan ancestors, look ugly and back, and finally the Prince Zhao Duo rushed to the emperor.

A ridiculous idea can't help but come to everyone's heart.

"How is this possible? That is how many dozens of true kings are united, and there is a sword. In the north, the strength of the cold king court, how can it be defeated to a district Chen Beixuan?"

Many monks are unwilling to believe.

Chen Fan is just a rising rookie in their eyes. Just became Jindan, holding the true monarch ceremony, the next moment, it has already been killed in the North Cold City, and pressure the royal family Zhao family.

The six holes are taught by Tian Tian, ​​and their faces are also ugly.

The strength of Chen Fan is completely beyond everyone's imagination. This kind of horrible power may even be stronger than the legendary Northern Han Dynasty.

"If you know it, we should just take it. Who knows the nature of Chen Beixuan, is it more fierce and violent than the North Han King." The empty hole Tianzhang teaches frowning.

"It’s late, the Northern Cold King has suffered a lot of damage, and I don’t know if I can stop Chen Beixuan.”

Tianjidong Tianjiao teaches to shake his head.

"No, this is the big blessing of the North Han King City, it is the sword Jun, can not shake. Unless Chen Beixuan is a longevity Tianjun, otherwise I want to break the Zhao family's array of thousands of years of business, it is too Difficult."

Several people do not believe in teaching.

"Ha ha."

In this regard, the secret machine did not speak, just a smile.

Everyone around him saw him like this, and he was all worried.

"Fast, fast, open all the protection of the big array, please the family members of the family to go out, this is the moment of my Zhao family life and death." Zhao Duo is extremely hurried, no more calm and calm.

The Northern Cold King Court is located in the capital city and has been in operation for thousands of years.

Almost in the fall of Zhao Du's forefoot, a layer of grand rune canopy, a thunderous roar, covering the entire North Cold City. These runes canopy, spanning a hundred miles. There are shining stars, corresponding to the stars. There are eighteen white roaring, swallowing the sky. There are five pillars of heaven supporting the sky and blocking the void. Have...

A full 18-strong array.

The Vientiane Vientiane, the Scorpio Soul Eater, and the Five-Pole Rounds... Each major array is different, enough to withstand the attack of Jindan’s peak, from the hands of the Master of the Fa. The 18-fold array of law is one, that is, Yuan Ying Tianjun is here, and it is easy to break open.

As soon as the formation was opened, Zhao Du fell a long sigh of relief and his face relaxed.

He looked up at Chen Fan and said with sincerity:

"Chen Zhenjun, your mana is awkward, he is arrogant, and Xiao Wang is willing to go down the wind. All the previous ones are misunderstandings. The king will immediately send the families of Zhu Xicheng back to the original place, and the Huafeng is the first in the north. The big family, there are many Lingbao Lingshi, to compensate for the loss of Zhenjun, to apologize."

Zhao Du fell to have to be soft.

Although these eighteen major arrays are solid, they consume the same aura of the earth. Even if Wangcheng is located on the innumerable spirits, it can't be opened from time to time to extract a huge aura.

Chen Fanruo is outside the door, blocking the door for three years, the entire Wangcheng is estimated to be starved to death.

"Yep?"

Chen Fan slightly wrinkled, gently gripping the palm into a fist.

I saw that he was squatting on his body and his muscles were surging. There seemed to be a force that stretched from the soles of his feet. Through the abdomen, the spine was like a dragon and turned into a long-stringed longbow. Chen Fan’s fist was the anger that flew out.弩 arrow.

"Hey."

Chen Fan banged out like a gun.

The golden glory of the cockroach, blooming in his fists, the grand energy, gathered into a golden beam of light, like a dragon like a dragon, roaring and rushing to the north cold king city. This punch has brought together the power of the entire Dacheng body. It is a medium-sized giant in the middle of the Jindan. It can also be hit with a punch, which is comparable to that of Dazhenjun.

But hit the rune on the sky.

It’s just that the 18-story squad is slightly trembled, and there’s nothing to gain.

"Chen Zhenjun, the city's formation is to invite the most advanced strategists in the central area of ​​the wilderness. I don't know how many genius treasures have been spent, and tens of millions of Lingshi squats to form this firm. The squad of the meteorite. If the true monarch is cultivated into Yuan Ying, the city can't resist it, and Xiao Wang will immediately bow down and surrender."

"But Zhenjun obviously has a long way to go from Yuan Ying. It’s better to sit down with the two of us and talk slowly and not hurt."

Zhao Du is still sincere and full of smiles.

Chen Fan was cold, and then he blew out sixteen punches. The last punch was also spurred by the real Wushen fist, which turned into a golden dragon wheel, hitting the front of the circle, and bursting into a three-layer array.

It is a pity that his forefoot has just broken, and the three-layered method of the back foot has quickly recovered.

These tactics are rooted in the spirit of the underground city of Wangcheng, and the energy is endless. Unless hundreds of the great dragons in the whole state are broken, Chen Fan will rival one city with one person.

Zhao Du is still persuading.

"call."

Chen Fan no longer shot, but fell on a small hill outside the city, closed his eyes, began to fully force the deception of the gods, the body of the body like the sea, the real yuan, gradually gathered back.

Everyone in the city is wondering.

As you can see, the five heavenly **** chains gradually emerged in his body and became more and more concise as time went by. The tens of thousands of miles in the sky seem to have no target, no longer expand, but gradually shrink.

One quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour...

About half a day later.

As soon as it sounds.

The chain of gods condensed into reality and then disappeared instantly. The five-color Thundercloud is also annihilated, and the heavens and the earth are once again restored to the blue sky. Chen Fan finally opened his eyes.

He is light and windy, casual and calm, his hair is fluttering, and there is no trace of breath on his body, just like a mortal.

"not good."

Zhao Du is in a deep heart.

At this time, I saw Chen Fan faint:

"Zhao Duo, if you get out, kneel in front of me, sincerely regret, to pay your debts, I can let you go to the Zhao family."

Zhao Du’s face is still full of smiles:

"I really laughed, a little misunderstanding, and it was so troublesome. If you really enter the city, we will talk about it in detail. Any misunderstanding can be solved."

"Do you think that if you rely on this, I can't help you?"

Chen Fan said calmly, slowly reaching out and pulling out the sheath to interrupt the sword: "Well, and see how I am, a sword smashes your tortoise shell."

Dangdang!

In the void, there was a dragon-like tweet, and the rusty bronze ancient sword was pulled out by Chen Fan. Many of the Zhao family who saw this scene were scornful in their eyes.

This sword is unremarkable, and there is no magical atmosphere. Even the most common instruments are inferior. I want to use this sword to break through Wang Cheng’s big line and make a joke.

"I think he hasn't shot yet, and the sword will be shattered by mana."

"Holding straw and smashing stones, he thought that he was a Yuan Ying Tian Jun, and he could smash the heavens and the earth?"

"Chen Bei is a poor man."

Many royal powerhouses shake their heads.

Only Zhao Du fell frowning. He had seen Chen Fan’s hand interrupting the sword. Although it was unremarkable, it was sharp to the extreme. Even the top-level armor can't hold a sword.

‘But my family’s tactics are cast by the aura of the earth. Unless Chen Beixuan can open a major array of eighteen swords, the formation will continue. He is not a Yuan Ying, and he has no such power. ’

Thinking of this, Zhao Du fell to his heart.

"Hey."

Chen Fan still draws the sword, when the bronze ancient sword is completely unsheathed.

"boom!"

A wave of collapsed days, falling into the square for hundreds of miles.

The power of this powerful force, with Chen Fan as the center of the ten-mile ground, all shattered. Rushing out the sword, inspired from the broken sword, turned into Changhong, direct long days, as far as 100,000 feet high. It is a thousand miles away, you can see the long pillar of the sword.

Like an ancient god, it is so powerful, far above the Golden Dan.

Countless people have wide eyes and are unbelievable.

I saw it, in the sound of screaming.

Numerous mottled rust, peeling off from the broken sword, appeared in it, the crystal clear sword body, it is like the most immortal immortal immortal gold cast, the whole body overflows with the Taoist light. Thousands of ruthlessness, Wan Dao Xiaguang bloomed from it, which is still a mottled broken sword, clearly a fascinating fairy sword Ling Chen.

"Da da."

The telescope slammed his eyes and his teeth were shaking: "Heaven...Tianbao?"

Everyone heard the words and was shocked.

Tianbao is the top quality in Lingbao, and it is also known as the supreme treasure. Only the peerless Heavenly King can practice.

Every piece of Tianbao is enough to suppress the air traffic of one domain and one religion. It is to look at the northern colds, there is no one. Only in the legend, the oldest Taoist school, there is Tianbao suppression. Who can think that Chen Fan’s innocent sword is actually a treasure.

"This sword name is intercepted by the sky", which is the sword of Qi Tianjun, the ancestor of my Chinese ancestor. Tianjun once held a sword, and a sword broke the road and stopped countless powerful enemies. Today, I will use the sword to break your Wangcheng University. Array, you Zhao family!"

Chen Fan crossed the sword and closed his eyes slightly.

The sword that cut off the road of heaven once again appeared in front of Chen Fan.

He seems to have traveled through time and space, and witnessed the scene that Qi Tianjun took out his sword thousands of years ago. Countless swordsmanship, all the real yuan movements, mana flow, swords and sorrows, all appear in Chen Fan's heart, clear and clear, such as the palm print.

Chen Fan holds the sword and slaps a sword:

"Sword broken star river!"

At that moment, all five Yuan Dan beat. Since Chen Fan’s entry into the world, all the experiences, all the sufferings, grievances, and injustices of the Chinese people, all the grievances in the chest, are all in this sword.

This sword broke out.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are separated by air, and when the stars come, the sky is shining and the sun is shining.

The creation of the clock **** show, yin and yang cut faint.

And the 18-story big array, the Baili Wangcheng, the wall of the solid gold soup, under this sword, like a tofu, was crossed by and easily split into two. The earth cracked open, and a smashed sword mark, from the foot of Chen Fan, runs through the entire Wangcheng, and continues to a hundred miles away, like a heaven.

Chen Fan stepped out and came to Zhao Du.

Millions of monks, tens of thousands of innate, hundreds of Jin Dan, no one blocked. Zhao Du looked up and looked shocked and shocked, as if between heaven and earth, only he was alone.

The city is terrified!