The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

When they were nearby, Zuo Hanfeng let Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong hide each other, waiting for a chance, attacking on the side, and flew up into the air, his eyes were brilliant, and his right hand slammed down.

He is known as the flying dragon, and he naturally has the blood of a dragon. When he moves, the scales on the back of his hand are highlighted, and the blue is flashing. The five strengths are like the extension of the claws.

The cold is falling, the snowflakes are flying, the trees are withering, the green is turning yellow, and the water is chasing. Even the evergreen pine and cypress, a layer of ice has condensed, as if carved by ice.

The entire pedestrian and commercial yard seems to have been moved to the far north, the walls and tiles are glowing blue, like a snowy palace.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and I don't know how many people were shaking with frost, and those who were weakest were already lying on the ground. If the left cold wind had concentrated the power, all the land would be a quiet and lifeless ice and snow world.

Seeing five strengths to grasp the house, the inside suddenly burst out of the golden spirit, a mortar-sized fist broke the roof, solidified for four weeks, hitting the cold light.

As the sun rises to the east, the snow and ice melt, turning into rain, and pouring down.

"Okay!" Zuo Hanfeng saw that Du Huai was hurt. When he was happy, he would do everything in his power to stop him from attacking from the side.

Just then, a majestic voice came through the clouds, as if ringing in his Yuan Shen.

Similar voices have long been engraved in his veins, and are the objects of his worship and longing.

This is the sound of Long Yin, Long Yin Mang!

The majesty from Zhenlong is full of absolute suppression of the inferiors, making Zuo Hanfeng tremble all over the body, and he can't control the power of the blood for a moment. He has the impulse to fall to the ground, and it is very reluctant to stabilize his figure. There is no fall, but even if Yuanshen is not as good as the breakout cultivator, he has the strength of location standards. It will not be as stagnation as Jiang Hengchuan at the beginning, and even the reaction is difficult.

But the enemy he now faces is the same level of existence. It is the king of the town Jiupin!

Du Huai's injury seemed like a **** falling from the sky. His body was entangled with golden light, and the cold air broke out. He leapt up and punched away.

This fist seemed to strike a certain legal principle in the heavens and the earth, and the nearby light condensed on it, making it look like a day, dazzling and burning. Melting the cold, straight into the left cold wind.

Buzzing, Zuo Hanfeng highlighted a weapon like a dragon claw in front of him. It was faint blue, flashed with a strange light, and a layer of ice condense with a slight wave.

Baobing automatically protects the master!

puff! "Darri" penetrated the Daodao ice wall, melting a big hole in the middle of them, but the left cold wind was not without power, the left palm pushed out, and the mountains fell into the sea. The wind and snow swirled and blocked in front of Da Ri.

The wind and snow disappeared, and the left cold wind was slightly inferior. Du Huai was so sorrowful that he vomited the voice of the soul and alternately punched his fists, like the rain of a day, with sparks flying and golden melting.

However, with the help of valuable soldiers, Zuo Hanfeng was not at all confused, and he was so impermeable that he could not escape, at the same time. He works the blood and replenishes the gods. Excluding the influence of Langya Twelve Gods.

At the time of Zuo Hanfeng's shot, Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong moved.

Yin Lenghui seemed to be a ghost. He walked into the courtyard without touching his feet, but as soon as he crossed the wall, he saw a long sword slashing head-to-head, with the obvious tendency of "carrying from heaven" to suppress his witchcraft's sense of magic. Are all repelling themselves, it is difficult to borrow!

He waved his left hand, his sleeve detached, and showed his inner arm, an extremely scary arm.

It consists of babies' heads in series, each mouth is full of black gas, viciousness, coldness, and coldness.

Yin Lenghui even turned her left arm into a weird whip, waved it out, stirred the air, and started to cry into the soul.

There was a smoldering fire nearby, they did not burn lifeless things, the walls were intact and weeds withered.

Zhao Heng's eyebrow highlights a bright golden spot, dangling the yellow light, revealing the feeling of sincerity, guarding the Yuanshen and resisting the baby cry.

The long sword cut the bone whip, carried it from heaven, and destroyed the evil spirits, and immediately cut off the Daodao Qi, but Yin Lenghui showed the paradox of the whip method, and the whip was entangled, as if he wanted to win the sword directly.

Just then, a purple galaxy rushed from the side, starry, bright and clear, covering Yin Lenghui in the center.

The rapid rotation of Xinghe turned Yin Lenghui's position into a whirlpool, and then there was a force *, and it seemed to be twisted into a meat sauce!

Suddenly, Zhao Heng fisted to the side with his left hand, and the airflow behind him turned into a true dragon.

A punch was punched, the air dragon flew, the earth shook, and the wall collapsed.

puff! His left fist was defeated in the middle, forcing a dark shadow.

There are no traces of the two sleeves of this shadow, the left arm is a baby skull string, and the right hand is completely flesh-free. There is only one layer of dry skin, which is Yin Lenghui! Yin Lenghui trapped in the purple Xinghe!

The purple galaxy dissipated, and a thing fell to the ground, turned out to be a stake!

Witchcraft is truly amazing.

Zhao Heng was about to attack again, and his face suddenly changed. Without thinking, he waved his long sword in his right hand, chopped his left arm shoulder-to-shoulder, and blood spewed out.

His left arm had just fallen to the ground, his skin was weird and swollen, and there was a squeaking noise inside, and then a worm that shook his head and wobbled his tail like a snake, but a tiny finger-like, flashing with dappled colors .

Zhao Heng retreated hurriedly, sealed his acupoints, and swept his sword, his energy broke through, and the fire ignited, burning the worms to ashes.

Yin Lenghui did not take the opportunity to attack him, and Qi Zhengyan was wrapped in a sword.

The Zixing River was firm and flexible, turning round and wishful, the ice and snow were frozen into the bones, and the cold air struck far away. He could not break through for a moment.

Papapapap, the sound of the purple star river in Qi Zhengyan's body is constantly making similar sounds, but the maggots are crushed and crushed, and they cannot pass through this layer of defense.

Zhao Heng converged, implemented Tianzi's swordsmanship, cooperated with Qi Zhengyan, and became corners of each other, holding Yin Lenghui firmly.

The man with closed eyes, Zhou Yong, "sweeped" Du Huai's wound in the middle of the air, took an object from his left finger ring, concealed his palm in case he needed it, and then attacked from the other direction.

With the interference of location battles, he could no longer clearly sense the conditions in the small courtyard. Can only vaguely determine where it is, so went straight to the girl in Tsing Yi who tried to besiege Yin Lenghui and the man with a burning flame around him.

As soon as his figure surfaced, he found that Meng Qi turned around. Throw something directly in the hand, glittering. Like a snake.

"Rope?" He never thought that the other party could easily turn when he ran towards Yin Lenghui at high speed. It seemed to have been prepared to make his own judgment wrong!

The rope was divided into unknowable sections, and each section seemed to have runes.

Zhou Yong reacted just now, and he was firmly bound by it. The rune was prominent and the flow changed. He locked his spirit, qi and *. He couldn't even bite his tongue to kill himself!

Treasure? The secret of dealing with location? Zhou Yong's closed eyes opened, but the inside was no longer deep and empty, or **** killing, full of incredible and shocking emotions.

They are such a waste of secret treasure!

Shouldn't it be used to deal with the left cold wind?

He consciously has a strong left-front wind-level strong man in front. The enemy will give him a priority no matter how he knows. Where do I know, the on-site secret treasure comes on the face?

He struggled hard, but under the immortal rope, ordinary outside scenes could not help. Impatiently, the more he moved, the tighter he was tied.

At this moment, a sword light reflected into his pupil. Pure condensed, deadly, makes people shudder.

"It's over ..."

"I'm not willing!"

His heart was full of condescension, and his various means had not yet been cast, so he would be awarded the sword in this way!

I knew I would throw my own secret treasure from the beginning!

Jian Guang was in the center of his eyebrows, smashing the Yuanshen, and Zhou Yong, bound by a bundle of immortal rope, was like a lamb under Jiang Yan's microsword, without resistance.

At this moment, Zhou Yongyuan's spirit aroused an evil and **** breath. It straddled the void and attracted a mighty force!

Light is "distance" so far apart. Both Meng Qi and Jiang Yanwei smelled a tangy **** smell, and the Yuanshen seemed to invade into the blood. Paralysis, cold, shivering!

Don't let him come! Meng Qi had only this idea in his mind, and he didn't care to reveal his identity. He pulled the wound of the sky with his right hand, like chopping and chopping, and chopped Zhou Yong!

Be sure to destroy Zhou Yong and cut off the contact before the other party comes!

The dark clouds converge, the light flashes, and the roaring sounds shake the evil on the ground.

The long knife fell high, like Lei Tianjiang, showing five kinds of feelings of stagnation and weakness.

Bang!

The thunder converged and turned into a blue thunder with the thickness of a bucket.

Bang, bang, bang ...

Five Dao Qinglei successively guided the long sword and severely chopped Zhou Yong.

Because of the role of a bundle of fairy ropes, Zhou Yongzheng and Yuanshen couldn't cooperate to come down. At this time, the majestic force had not yet ripped the void here.

Bang!

The long knife split Zhou Yong directly into two pieces, and the electric light soared and swallowed up *.

Qing Lei to Gang Zhiyang is the world's wicked nemesis, and the evil and **** breath has been defeated.

Majestic lost his connection, suddenly lost in the void, and slowly dissipated.

A cold humming echoed nothing.

Meng Qi gasped, and stretched his left hand, taking the remaining items in the electric light on his hand.

This is a mustard ring with a crack, and a simple mirror, which is divided into yin and yang, and contains the power of life and death.

"An imitation of" Yin Yang Mirror "?" Meng Qi suddenly realized that he was afraid in his heart.

If Zhou Yong used the "yin and yang mirror" in front of his face, the friends would have to die at least one, and they didn't know if the sun could be saved ...

He and Jiang Yanwei met with each other and saw the anger in the eyes of each other. Zhou Yong worked hard for many years, but because of an imitation bundle of immortal rope, he failed to do anything at all, and switched to himself. I'm afraid it's the same ending.

The secret treasure is terrible, the reincarnation is dangerous!

Meng Qi suddenly remembered the story of Fengshen, even if the master or above, lost his treasure, he would be chased away by his disciples far less powerful than his disciples ...

Fortunately, fortunately, my * Xuan Gong is able to resist the existence of treasures, Yang Ye Yang Erlang is really a model of my generation!

At this time, Zuo Hanfeng eliminated the influence of "Dragon Yin Mang" and happened to see Zhou Yong's death.

His eyes turned cold, his breath was slow but it seemed to grow endlessly, his clothes swelled, and his skin was engraved with weird patterns.

They lingered out of the light, it seemed like something extraordinary.

The masterpiece of ice cold is a masterpiece, but Du Huai's wound surface actually condensed with a layer of ice, which finally resolved.

"It's only two or three days before we're done, but it's enough to kill you." Zuo Hanfeng said coldly. (To be continued) 2k novel reading network