Galloping in the fantasy world

The remaining saints of frightening the four thieves were Nezha, Mo Lihong, Tian Canxianzi, Nangong Jing and the four powerful Tian saints. Their heavy waists were recognized by Ru Taiyi needle. Erlang saint Yang Jian and Lei Zhenzisan were recognized as saints.

The lack of benefit makes me make up for it. I know that although the eight saints of thieves saved me from being a saint, my benefits are high and low at night. I just have four kinds of frightening ones.

Shaking his head, the bandit's faint voice echoed into the hall:

"Nangong Aotian? Make up for your mistakes. Although you are as powerful as Qin Gong, you are smarter than Zou Yan. You are better than Kunlun, and you are directly injured by Heizun. Que Ye has two more chances. Take one of my punches, and the tiger spirit will be yours!"

Taking a closer look, I saw a handsome young master with fluttering clothes and silk hair walking into the hall. He was picking up a transparent crystal knife that exuded fierce power.

The second thought made Young Master Xiaobai misunderstand. Although Yan Xuan was not able to win the tiger soul, he thought that he had not reached the end of the line. Yan Xuan finally captured the tiger soul and misused it at night. However, if he thought about it, he would be able to capture the tiger soul within a short period of time.

Looking at it, it looks like it is calm and holy. It is clear that a little bit of consumption makes the night disappear again. When the needle is used, it is very powerful. The supplementary thought makes the night feel extraordinary.

True to what he said, Nangong Okuda Kebu dared to underestimate him. The needles in his body bulged and moved, and the sound of rolling rivers was heard. The hole was fully extended to the sharp point, and then the purple and wide areas were condensed on the fingertips, and they were solidified.

Bi, all the strength is restrained, and a trace of strength is revealed.

Those who replenish the fruit have replenished enough, and the Xuan Shui has been reduced to benefit. The martial spirit has reached the benefit, respectively. Condensate Chen Yi, steal the black and cheap, and steal jade, steal gold, and rise thick.

, attacked Young Master Xiaobai like a flowing force. He hit the waist and knitted the waist to attack. If you simply defend and make up for it, you will definitely be able to block the next attack.

The base and the bandits are loose and the base is combined into one!!

Every time a thief starts, he uses a kind of punishment, and every time he punishes him, he stops the thing. Let the fearful building break, and let the field reach the first hole!! Gather the power of Nangong Okuda and punish it.

Ru's most brilliant hit yet.

Lifting his eyes slightly, looking at Zhe Liu Guang's discolored colors, Young Master Xiao Bai nodded slightly:

"It's a shame to make up for your mistakes! It's better to admit your mistakes after all!"

Yebu Guan Nangong Okuda Ruhe thought about it, lightly squeezed his left fist, like a normal martial artist swinging a fist, with a slight explosion, and faced the other recognition types in the Zaida Hall who were mistakenly defeated and fought.

.For the punch, make up for the speed and make up for the slowness. The lack of strength is very powerful. The thick hair first straightens the arms.

The bottom of the core was twitching, and I saw a black streak starting to ripple, and when I lowered my waist and spread to the surrounding areas, I saw that all the folds had been used.

Smooth it out thoroughly.

The strength of the fists was supplemented, and a direct attack on Nangong Okuda was carried out. The Dianguang Fire Stone Building was built. Nangong Okuda turned around tens of thousands of times. Every time the idea came up, it was rejected. The line was already exhausted, and the second son, Xiaobai, got it.

As if Yi Funchai was not affected at all, he directly attacked Er Lai, no escape, no defense, Du Shi misused it, what should it do, and what should it do!

When the mind rises, it feels so stressful to die, Nangong Okuda relaxes, relaxes, the whole person looks like he is waiting to die again, and his eyes are still closed, Tian,

Close your eyes and go to the hall to recognize the seed again. It's already asking for death.

Young Master Xiaobai's calm eyes seemed to flash with a hint of disappointment. What could he be disappointed about? Or what could he expect again? Misunderstanding, the boxer Nangong Okuda got the headshot, and when he saw it, he was frightened and his waist exploded.

One low red and white, sudden low, the young master Xiaobai received a punch, as if he was hit by some kind of resistance, he stuck it to the brain, the missing advance was mistaken for the advance, a burst exploded to the point where the sound shook the cave, and ripples could be seen after a few punches.

Spreading out the aura, more than a hundred people in the hall were talking about the utility and what kind of holy weapons they were holding in their arms. One by one, they vomited blood and flew backwards, and their appearance began to look miserable.

He opened his eyes fiercely, and Nangong Okuda's eyes changed from black and white to amethyst, and a base-shaped pupil was implanted in his body. A wave of terrifying power swept across the four directions. With the help of any energy, it reached the top of the palace.

A corner of Liang Turan was broken, causing the Eight Saints' Conferment of Evil Hall to be injured and frightened into chaos, and it seemed that it collapsed again.

The low voice roared, but it actually attracted everyone's recognition. The weapons were used to fill the trembling hole. The crisp buzzing sound echoed and then silence reached the hall. Even the young master, Xiaobai, was so surprised that he was so excited that he fell asleep and Pang Ye was in many places?

Or joy?

A solid stick stretched out thick floating thread from Nangong Okuda, inch by inch, it is like breaking any shackles again, the cracking sound is heard in the ears, when it raises its arm, it shakes, which fist is attached to Zhe Mianmen

Being thrown away unexpectedly, the second young master, Xiaobai, didn't seem to have any different emotions due to this incident.

He gently waved his fists, and Young Master Xiaobai smiled. His smile made everything around him dark, and he threw the tiger soul in front of Nangong Okuda. He looked at the night and looked at it, just like the east and west made a virtuous holy soldier, only to see him once.

He was just as ordinary as Huang Bing, and he didn't miss him at all.

It spoke of stealing:

"After the first punch, the tiger's soul belongs to you. If the moon is gone, I will fight with you again. Don't let me down!"

Swinging his sleeves, mending his belt without any impatience, the young master's little white needle is interpreting that each noble can afford a faction, which part of the belt is deeply rooted in the bones of the king, and leave, leaving only one of them to be recognized by the people in the palace.

Back view, is loneliness still making me arrogant? I misunderstood the thieves! After all, I didn’t realize that the thieves were beaten to death and fought for the tiger’s soul. They were so playful that they fell asleep again and again. How could they stretch out the sword and gain the power of the sword?

After replenishing and stimulating it, I will wait for the core saint, only to see the purple-eyed demon recognizes the shape and evil ink. The desire of the core seed will disappear, snatch the tiger's soul, and enjoy the life of the waist again!

If Nangong Okuda is even the slightest bit weak at the engraved line, everyone will not hesitate to use a knife to cut it into pieces and carve up its body with thick fire! It will only make it cold-eyed and sharp-sighted.

, if the jade is scattered, it will be cheap. Everyone will recognize it and make up for it. Those who dare to make up for the jade will be afraid and will admit that they are not the enemy.

The Holy Operator looked at everything again and recalled what his master Gui Guzi had said to him. He vaguely thought of the scene a hundred years ago when the evil Emperor Xuantian threatened the thieves and saved the Holy Power.

Brilliant, martial arts is beyond your reach. It’s called recognition and improvement, and a point of resistance to achieve it.

With flying purple eyes, Nangong Okuda slowly swept his surroundings into the depth of his eyes. He raised and lowered it and stretched it forward to be held by the tiger soul. A fierce force of tyrants came straight into the body, as if the waist was lowered to control it, affecting it.

Core Saint.

With a cold snort, the amethyst translucent eyes ignited the purple light, and the tiger soul sword stretched out to hurt it. She was so stupid and brazen that the thieves suppressed the evil spirit inside the tiger soul, and then Nangong Okuda made up for it.

The descending needle bulges and the inverted knife is extended. The handle is so fierce that the Tiger Soul Sword gradually becomes silent at night.

"Ding, the successor Nangong Okuda obtained the Tian Sheng Weapon Tiger Soul (ninth-grade Tian Xian Weapon), collected the Holy Weapon and completed the trial by 1/5"

Although Ran knew that the silence of the Thieving Tiger Soul was only temporary, Nangong Okuda made up for it and then waved his sword to dance in the hole. (To be continued)