Ten God Emperor

"laugh!"

In the eyes of everyone's horror, Qiu Lao's body was black and bloody, and he rushed toward Lin Yaoyao with incomparable posture.

The jade hand clasps the black air sword, the lavender flame rolls over the blade, and the fierce swords swell out from time to time, occasionally bursting out, and the faint ripples appear in the air, and the blade points to the mound. The black sword front shimmers in a demon light under the **** sun.

At the moment, Lin Yaoyao’s vitality burst into the extreme, and the whole body swayed the layers of the lavender flames, and the purple light in the depths of the eyes passed. In an instant, the atmosphere on the ground condensed and the surroundings became quiet again. Everyone's gaze is bet on the two people who will be intertwined. Everyone is even curious. Lin Yaoyao, who has the vibrancy of purple, can be strong enough.

In the venue, Lin Yaoyao closed his eyes gently, and was infiltrated by the black fire with some purple-red rosy mouth. He took a long breath and immediately opened his mouth, and the clear eyes instantly turned into purple-black.

"Death!" Qiu boss leaped volley, like a fierce World of Warcraft, with both palms up, and the close-up slammed toward Lin Yaoyao.

Looking calmly at the dark shadow, Lin Yaoyao raised his white wrist, and the lavender flame wrapped around the blade, straight to the shadow.

"Hey!" A crisp golden stone collided with sound. This time, Qiu’s boss slammed his fist directly on the sword. As the palm of his hand was filled with black inflammation, it seemed to become twice as big as the fist. The slender black blade shook directly and trembled.

At the moment of the stagnation of the volley, the old man’s fist was the palm of his hand, and the five fingers seized the blade. With the burst of black smoke, the sword that Lin Yaoyao held was taken with great arrogance and then seized. A glimpse of the wind, accompanied by a burst of wind, the sword was inserted obliquely into the soil not far away, and finally burst into bursts and turned into flames.

Lin Yaoyao, who lost his smoldering sword, had a pretty white face. The eldest boss did not drag the mud with the palm of his hand. The palm of the hand was black-skinned, with fierce temperament, slamming against him. Go, the pressure of the strength, Linyao Yao's skirt, pressed tightly on the skin, sketching the seductive curvature of the petite.

Feeling the oppressive enthusiasm in front of him, Lin Yaoyao looked with a trace of sluggishness and indifference, and the jade hand gently pushed forward in front of him. A flame barrier suddenly condensed, and the hot and hard arc condensed, isolated. The energy of the face.

"Negative resistance!"

Qiu boss looked at the purple fire barrier that instantly condensed in front of him, and there was no tendency to stop. The long fist slammed the barrier and slammed the ripples. The purple fire barrier slammed a crisp sound and suddenly shattered.

The fierce attacking spurt unreservedly spit on Lin Yaoyao's petite body. When he first touched it, he threw it away. A bright red blood appeared, and a **** arc was drawn in the air.

"puff..."

Lin Yaoyao fell to the ground, the blood spewed on the ground, the face was slightly condensed, and the purple fire was quietly dissipated.

‘Second second, you don’t like this little girl, let me go with you! ’

Qiu boss did not intend to stop, his body crashed into the ground, and immediately swept the ground and swept away. The black and powerful body swept across the ground and brought a deep mud gully.

"Save the people!" On the side of the cloud, Mu Baibai saw it, biting his teeth, and gently waving a palm of his hand, condensing a layer of white cloud gas. As the palm of his hand slammed, the cloud of gas slammed out and violently hit the body of Qiu’s boss. .

"When the arm is in the car!" The darkness of the old man's nephew was cold and cold, and the palm of his hand slanted out toward the oncoming luck. The palm of the hand directly smashed the gas, and slammed it out. The black inflammation swallowed the cloud invisibly.

"Emperor fist!" A light drink sounded, Yun Muqing's figure suddenly flashed out, the flames of the fists trembled fiercely, and straight to the body of the Qiu boss swooped away.

The shape of the rapid impact of Qiu’s boss suddenly stopped, twisting and turning, and punching and punching.

A slamming sound, Yun Muqing's face changed suddenly, and his hands quickly slammed into the position of his chest, mixed with the blazing enthusiasm, and flew it straight.

Yun Muqing turned to the ground, rolling for a while before slowly stopped the body shape, suddenly felt the pain of the palm of the hand, like a hard life and abolished.

"This guy's soul is too strong, we are not opponents at all." Even though pride is like a white cloud, he has to admit the gap between his eyes and his opponent, but he is also a Yun disciple, he can't sit back and watch his toes. The ground speeded a few times, and the figure flew up. The sleeves were covered with rich clouds of air and ejected toward the hills.

The cloud of gas is used as a road arrow, and it is constantly hitting the black air scales on the chest of the second child. The sound of the air slamming sounds, and the seemingly fierce cloud gas can not cause any substantial damage.

Seeing that Qiu’s body is getting closer and closer to Lin Yaoyao, Yunyue’s Yu Yunlin also shot.

"Moon-by-month whip!" Yun Yuelin's palm was slightly clenched, and a blue long whip did not know where to pull it out. As the vitality injected into the long whip, the long whip that had fallen to the bottom of the floor suddenly stretched straight and stretched a few meters away. Yunyuelin’s palms swayed, and countless whip shadows mixed with fierce temperament emerged, constantly smashing the body of the mounds not far away, where the whip marks went, the yellow dust rose and covered the sky. Cover the sun.

Yunyue sees his body and flies up, and falls in front of Lin Yaoyao. The jade hand gently holds her wrist, a pale green soft spirit.

Instantly emerged.

"I am healing for you."

Lin Yaoyao saw Yun Yuezhen’s move like this, and the beautiful face was slightly stunned, and he immediately contracted the handball: “No, I am fine.”

After she said that she slowly stood up, her eyes were a little dignified: "You are not his opponent, or I am coming."

"Although I don't know why you have such a strong spirit, but from the situation, the person is still a lot better than you, and you just shot and killed his brother, presumably he hates you now. It seems that you have to kill you!"

Yunyue looked at Lin Yaoyao’s stubborn look on his beautiful cheeks and softly advised him.

Lin Yaoyao glanced at her indifferently, pushing away the hand of Yunyue, and a hint of cold smile on her lips: "I would rather die in his hands than owe you."

Looking at her cold eyes, Yunyue suddenly had a feeling of chilling, and Lin Yaoyao looked at her as if she had a deep hatred and no feelings.

At this time, the dust that filled the eyes suddenly began to tremble fiercely.

In the moment when everyone was unprepared, a black figure broke out of the fog, with a bit of awkward smile, facing the cloud moon in front of Lin Yaoyao, grabbed it.