The Secret of the Seal

But Du Jingyu is willing to listen to him, even if he doesn't even look at him, he only stares at the passerby, his body is purple, and he will be reorganized to the extreme.

Yulin’s heart was even more anxious, and he wanted to stop it. The iron man pulled him away and shook his head bitterly. He whispered, “The lord is now completely blinded by Zhao Weihu’s father and son. He will not listen to you. At the moment, he may only wake up if he is bitter."

"But..." Although Lin Lin felt that it was not right, he could not insert his hand at the moment, but he had to give up and retreat to the side.

"No matter who you are, no matter how high your cultivation is, you have to pay for the arrogance of today! Take me a trick, 'the dark clouds cover the top!" Zhao Weihu clenched his teeth, his anger was unstoppable, his body shape was vertical, and he was drawn. A large piece of dark black light is really like a dark cloud covering the sky, covering the passerby.

Du Jingyu also made a lifelong school, a trick _ purple dragon claws, shot out. Between the loud noises, purple is busy, swaying, a purple light like a dragon's claw, lightning condensed, with Zhao Weihu's offensive, the imposing temptation to passers-by. [

The super-masters of the nine ninth-level peaks have consistently displayed the strongest scholastics in their lives. The power is naturally extraordinary. Between lightning and thunder, the infinite pressure has covered a hundred miles. Chun Ying, Yu Lin and others, subconsciously put together, work together, this will top the ubiquitous pressure everywhere.

The other hundreds of monks have long been unable to withstand such pressures, one by one, like birds and beasts, far away. It’s not that they are not curious, they don’t want to watch this terrifying battle. It’s really that their cultivation is too weak. Staying here will be a disaster for the fish pond.

"On this point, dare to fight in front of me? Give me back!" Passerby's tongue is spring thunder, the right palm is lifted by the sky, and the five fingers are flashing, skyrocketing, full of arrogance The power of chaos, sweeping across the sky, in an instant, actually gathered a myriad of articles, like a whip-like virtual shadow.

The power of Zhao Weihu and Du Jingyu is extremely powerful. Compared with the offensive of passers-by, it is still inferior. In fact, at the moment when Jinguang came out, Zhao Weihu and Du Jingyu realized at the same time that even if they joined forces, they could not be opponents of passers-by.

The two face each other, their eyes are full of stunned, almost impossible to accept this reality.

Numerous golden whip shadows, swallowing and flickering, unpredictable, wherever they go, the crispness of the cockroaches, continuous. Zhao Weihu exhausted the whole body to repair the dark clouds. Under the numerous whiplashes of golden light, he quickly dispelled the collapse. Even though Zhao Weihu kept injecting spiritual power into it, he still could not recover the trend. What is the destruction of the dead, what is the defeat of the military, Zhao Weihu today has a deep understanding.

After the black cloud cover was swept away by Jin Guang, Du Jingyu’s purple dragon claws were close to the passerby’s chest. It’s hard to have such a chance. Du Jingyu naturally refused to let go. In the loud voice, the wrists swelled, and the purple dragon claws instantly accelerated, grabbing the heart of the passerby.

"When you are worming, don't take it out!" When Du Jingyu thought that he was organic, the passerby sighed and slammed the right palm of his hand. It was filled with sky, and the golden light of the whip was poured. The volume, and then the purple dragon claws wrapped up. With the action of the passers-by, the huge purple dragon claws were instantly strangled by countless golden lashes and turned into a group of smoke, dissipating.