The Secret of the Seal

When Wulong Yaoshi rushed into the air, he immediately put a shot of thousands of golden lights that could pierce the human eye, and the sky within a hundred miles was instantly bright. %&*>

"Five-clawed Golden Dragon!?" Looking at the five golden dragon swords that circling in the sky, it is no exaggeration to say that the eyes of Yunhe Xianren are straight, and the faint color of the face is until the point of no more.

As for Ling Xiaojian and Sun Qiong, they have long been ignorant of where they are, and even their minds are completely stagnant. The whole person seems to be stupid.

It is difficult to find words to describe the five heroes of the Golden Dragon Sword Spirit. With the repair of Qin Dong as a breakthrough, the realm was upgraded to the first stage of the Emperor, and the attack power released by Wulong Yaoshi was obviously more than doubled. And the five Golden Dragon Sword Spirits seemed to be fuller and more real than before. The power of the exhibition "showing" is not to mention Ling Xiaojian, Yunhe Xianren, even Qin Dong himself is slightly surprised.

At this time, he held the five dragons in his hands, and there was a faint one that merged with them. It was difficult to separate each other. He was a knife and his knife was a wonderful feeling of his Qin Dong. The connection with the five Golden Dragon Sword Spirits has become more intimate and more inseparable than ever. The five dragons are fascinating, such as the arms and fingers, which are unobstructed, without any hindrance. [

This feeling is gathered in the heart of Qin Dong, and the heart of Qin Dong is violent and the confidence is soaring. You Yunhe Xianren swordsmanship is superb, the sword is not square, what about? I have my own gods and soldiers, and I am a strong one!

Not waiting for Yunhe Xianren to return to God from the power of Wulong Yaoshi, Qin Dong’s figure has been plucked into the sky. %&*>

"Five dragons seal the sky!" Waiting for the red "color" sword cloud pulled to a certain height, Qin Dong body shape suddenly slammed, no longer do any reservations, the body's dual sacred power, as if the torrent, the crazy infusion to Wulong Yao In the world. In an instant, Wulong Yaoshi Jinguang masterpiece, the power surge, as Qin Dong is exploding, quite a tendency to seal the sky.

Look at the five Golden Dragon Sword Spirits. At this time, it seems that they have been injected with invigorating agents. They have become extremely excited. They have waved their steel claws and swept Longwei. It is like a thunder that has passed through the "hole" and turned into five golden colors. "Can light, straight into the red "color" Jianyun.

Five golden dragon swords enter the sword cloud, let the tiger into the flock, roaring, tumbling, or squatting, or pressing, or twisting, or shooting... different forms, different moves, but the power is the same earth-shattering . What is the red-red sword front, as if the cloud smoke that was swept by the wind, there is no room for resistance, and it will be annihilated in a flash.

Originally integrated into one, a big piece of red "color" sword cloud, the time and effort was divided by five Golden Dragon sword spirit. Before that, the power of the sky that covered the sky, the moment of "swinging" did not exist. Even Ling Xiaojian, Sun Qiong can clearly sense that the power of the red "color" Jianyun is retreating like a "tidal" water.

"No! This is not true, it is impossible!" The victory that was already within reach is like a duck that has been cooked. It flies away, and an old face of Yunhe Xianren becomes so good. It is like a ghost!

"The old man fights with you, fights!" Yunhe Xianren is not reconciled, the throat is constantly bursting with hysterical snoring, and the sword in his hand is quickly waving again. As the spread of the swordsmanship spreads, the eyes and noses of Yunhe Xianren seem to have become fountains. The blood arrows of Avenue Avenue are also spurred out from the Seven Miles, and the whole person is rendered more and more. Terrible.

Under the desperation of Yunhe Xianren, the red "color" sword cloud, trying to reunite together, wants to fight with the five golden dragon swords.

It’s hard to get this kind of result, Qin Dong’s willing to give up? Seeing Yunhe Xianren made a madness, Qin Dong’s pair of swords and eyebrows were also wrinkled together, holding the seals in their hands, and playing them again and again, and after a while, the sound of the dragon’s “吟” sounded, and one after another, it sounded like it. There are more than five golden dragons, but hundreds of thousands.

The five Golden Dragon Sword Spirits, which were originally fighting each other, responded in abundance, and at the same time they rose to the top of the clouds. In a golden light that was unspeakable, they instantly merged into one.

The next moment, a thousand feet long, dozens of feet thick, the first two feet, the mouth with double whiskers, five steel claws, as if you can tear open the golden "color" dragons of the world, suddenly open the clouds, from above the nine Sweeping down, the mouth is wide open, as if to engulf everything in the heavens and the earth.

Not to mention the strength of this huge dragon, the horrible power of the "show" on the body alone is enough to make the people present, shudder. Especially the Yunhe immortal, feeling the terrible force of the dragon on the dragon, the whole person seems to be the body-building technique, set on the ground, can not move.

"Give me the fire!" Qin Dong proudly stood up in the sky, his arms unfolded, and he pointed out a finger. The dragon suddenly rolled a huge body, and the carrier was in a smashing momentum, and plunged into the re-aggregated red color. 』Jian Yun.

This is the last reliance of Yunhe Xianren, the only hope for him to live. Strongly suppressing the deep horror in the heart, Yunhe Xianren will use the last remaining remnant of the body, and use it in the mouth. "No! I must not lose, never!"

The red "color" Jianyun fiercely rolled up, just like the huge waves blown by the wind on the sea, picked up the high red "color" wave, and slammed toward the Shenlong, who was swooping down.

"Dying dying, broken!"

Qin Dong snorted and sipped a word in his mouth, and his right hand became a fist. The next moment, the huge and unparalleled dragon, roaring, his body suddenly uttered endless light. And each of these gods is an extremely pure binary force, enough to rush to the sky, and its power can be imagined.

Under the madness of this endless light, the sword cloud that was shot like a wave was like a lard of lard in a burning hot pot. It was melted in the blink of an eye. Among the divine light, it seems to be in a state of turmoil, but it has not set off a trace of the storm. [

With the help of Wulong Yaoshi, Qin Dong at this time has already lifted the power to defeat the elite of the Emperor.

"This... This is not true, it is not true..." Yunhe Xianren seemed to be drunk, and kept whispering until he was awkward and awkward.

I saw the very ordinary sword in the hands of Yunhe Xianren, suddenly bursting open, turned into a day of debris, flashing the chilly dawn, spilled a place.

The sword is broken! With the shattering of this long sword, the body of Yunhe Xianren began to tremble fiercely. The blood arrow ejected from the seven scorpions became more and more urgent, thicker and thicker, and it took no longer, Yunhe Xianren The face of the face has faded out of the last **** "color", the body shape can no longer support, and fell heavily on the ground, and lost interest!