True Martial World

"call out!"

Yi Yun's fingers were released, and twelve energy arrows were shot together. In front of the shooting of the nine-year-old bow, there was no haze of the flesh, just like a live target, and could not bear the attack of Yi Yun.

A bow shoots twelve arrows, and even hits and kills twelve haze. By doing this, Yi Yun can kill the haze of the sleeping place by simply opening a few bows.

How could the candle dragon sit and watch such a thing happen? When Yi Yun opened the second bow, the candle dragon moved. He wore the hand of the penalty and punched the energy arrow of Yi Yun!

Before the battle with Yi Yun, the candle dragon fell on the hand, and now he has just healed, and his influence on the use of mystery and overdraft is not eliminated.

Now it’s a punch, although it’s still amazing, Yi Yun has been keenly aware that this momentum is actually not as good as before.

"boom!"

The fist of the candle dragon blasted on all the energy arrows shot by Yi Yun. The energy arrow burst, containing the pure Yang energy burst, and the pure Yang flame rose.

At the moment when the candle dragon shattered the energy arrow, Yi Yun moved. He held the pure Yang broken sword and rushed straight toward the candle dragon.

Jin Wu, Jiu Ying two major law totems, floating behind Yi Yun, Jianguang across the void.

And around Yi Yun, Lin Xinyi also followed Yi Yun's footsteps.

Lin Xinyi was dressed in white like a snow. As she danced a long sword, behind her, a piece of blue lake emerged out of thin air. The lake was blue and sparkling, emitting an indescribable chill. In the far side of Bihu, there was a bright moon volley. High hanging, emitting the brilliance of water.

Lin Xinyi’s sword, with the light of the cold moon, poured into the candle dragon.

At this time, the haze is resurrecting, time is vying for time, and Lin Xinyi does not need to guard Jiang Xiaorou, so she simply goes with Yi Yun, with two to one, and strives to kill the candle dragon at the fastest speed.

Double swords, one yin and one yang!

Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi, who had been practicing together for many years, and fellow initiates "The Emperor's Heart Sutra". Although the rules of the two men are completely opposite, they complement each other. The two join hands and the strength is not only simple.

For a time, the pressure of the candle dragon increased sharply! Behind him, he is still in the haze of resurrection. He can’t retreat. He can only rush out of the box with one punch and one punch.

"Help me!"

The candle dragon screamed, behind him, Feng Ming, snake Ji, poor, and several other reincarnations, can only rush to the scalp, and there are also members of the Tianxue League to help them, now the members of the Tianxue League are all In the state of being defeated, they can only rely on themselves to bear the attacks of Lin Xinyi and Yi Yun.

They know that only the majority of the haze that is supported in the soul can be revived, otherwise they will die.

The sword light shines, one side is pure sunshine rainbow, the other side is the water moon Hanjiang, the yin and yang meet, the direction is invincible!

"what!"

The sorrow that had been wounded was the first to hold on, and his vitality was directly shredded by Jianguang. His whole person screamed and flew straight out.

Beside him, the snake Ji was injured by Lin Xinyi's sword. The coldness on the sword's front cut through the wrist of the snake, and her entire palm was frozen and became like a fragile ice crystal.

The cold air spreads along the arm of the snake. The face of the snake Ji changed, while retreating, while urging the vitality to resist the chill of Lin Xinyi, but that chill and immortality, it forcibly broke through the meridians of the snake Ji and continued to spread to the heart of the snake.

This chilly scent contains the rules that Lin Xinyi understands, and it is unstoppable.

The face of Snake Ji has changed. She knows that she will rush up again, and it is no different from sending death. Although it is necessary to be dragged to the resurrection of the haze, it is necessary to live by yourself until that time.

Without the snake Ji and the poor, Feng Ming Gongzi and the candle dragon are more difficult to support!

Feng Ming Gongzi can only play a role in disturbing. Most of the attacks by Yi Yun are subject to the candle dragon alone.

The candle dragon bite the tip of the tongue and blasted the shadow of the sky.

Even in the state of being extremely devastated, and in the state of one enemy and two, the attack of the candle dragon can not be underestimated. It is actually a hard-shouldered sword that makes Yi Yun and Lin Xinyu slow down.

"Go to death!"

The candle dragon roared, the muscles on his face were completely distorted, and he desperately rushed to Yi Yun and Lin Xin.

Yi Yun and Lin Xinyu look cold, two men and two swords intersect, the second sword!

Rumble!

The pure rivers of pure yang and pure Yin meet and come to the candle dragon again.

The body of the candle dragon rushed to half, the body energy quickly passed, and the endless sword gas poured on his body. He was like a fish that was against the torrent, but exhausted, and was on the limit.

Hey!

There was a crack in the body of the candle dragon. The knuckles of his right hand made a crisp sound. He had broken the phalanx that had not completely healed and broke again at this time.

His attack is also accompanied by one!

In the battle of life and death, even a mere hesitation will lead to earth-shaking changes in the battle. What's more, he is still facing the joint efforts of Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi!

The heart of the candle dragon suddenly sinks, and at this time, the swords of Yi Yun and Lin Xinyu have already stabbed in front of the candle dragon!

Yi Yun’s sword is like a dazzling sun, and Lin Xin’s sword is like the most bland breeze.

The sense of crisis brought by this Jianguang is like a **** **** of horror. The wind is filled with the mourning of countless people, sweeping toward the candle dragon!

In front of this **** wind, the candle dragon is like a small boat on the sea, it can't resist it, it will only be destroyed in an instant!

The candle dragon was inevitable. He screamed and slammed his fists together. Two fists blew together on the swords of Lin Xinyi and Yi Yun!

Originally against one person, the candle dragon can barely support, but against two people...

"boom!"

A loud bang blew in the ear of the candle.

This voice is the violent energy carried by these two swords. When the flesh and blood are cut, the sound that blows up in his body.

The energy vent, the left and right shoulders of the candle dragon, opened two **** flowers, the powerful impact made him fly directly out, hit the ground, slipped out of the foot, leaving a deep on the ground Deep gully!

The candle dragon slammed into a sleeping stone pillar. He only felt a shock behind his back, and black blood flowed from his mouth!

The face of the candle dragon became pale. The two swords, just across the hands of the penalty, stabbed his left and right hands, and the joints of his hands were broken!

Yi Yun holds the sword in his hand, and the blood is still flowing on the sword front. These blood will not stay on the rusty sword front, but will be absorbed by the broken sword.

Yi Yun did not hesitate, he shook his hand in the pure sun, and once again sword!

Baizhang distance, for Yi Yun, is just an instant. In the blink of an eye, his sword front is aimed at the heart of the candle dragon, and stabbed straight.

"dead!"

He is sick and wants him!

Yi Yun's sword, murderous, golden wind, directly turned into a choppy golden wave, more than a hundred feet, as if to flood the mountains and high mountains.

The candle dragon faced such a horrible breath, and for a time, it produced a deep feeling that made his heart chill. He feels his death is coming!

Time seems to slow down at this time, and the extreme despair makes the candle dragon crazy.

"You want to kill me, I will go with you!" The candle dragon screamed, he was not willing! He has been reincarnated so many times. Every one of his life can dominate the lives of countless people, stand on the heads of those people, accept their worship, and feel their fear of themselves.

Yi Yun, he is just a young genius in his twenties, why he compares with himself!

"Dead and dying!" The candle dragon burned the blood, and his blood was burning on the body. The whole person seemed to be in the red flame. His left hand was wearing a fine hand, like A group of rich blood rushed to the **** waves that swept through!

"boom!"

This punch is earth-shattering!

However, at this time, Lin Xinyi also shot.

Her mental strength has already locked the energy flow of the whole body of the candle dragon. In the moment when the candle dragon slams out the fist, Lin Xin’s sword is like a delicate flowing water, wrapped around the candlestick. Above.

Yin and soft can not be separated, Lin Xinzheng enlightened pure Yin rule, her sword, good at soft.

This Jianguang is not a murder, it is not a frontal collision with the boxing of the candle dragon, but a guide, four thousand and two pounds!

The candle dragon feels a fist, and his power, like the flood that vented the brakes, quickly passed away. His fist strength was actually taken away by Lin Xinyi!

How much can he fight against Yi Yun’s sword in this situation?

Among the pleasing energy torrents, the broken ancient swordsman, silently breaking the pure yang flame, passed through the burning blood.

A seemingly ordinary sword is a ruling of heaven.

When it was slowly and stubbornly stabbed toward the heart of the candle dragon, the candle dragon's eyes widened.

Unwilling, resentful, unbelievable... The eyes of the candle dragon contain too many things.

"puff!"

A soft bang, seemingly inconspicuous in the sound of the surrounding energy explosion, but in the candle dragon's ear, it is infinitely clear.

His chest was burning, his heart was broken by a broken sword, and the beating of the heart became a struggle on the front of the sword. Every time the heart contracted, a lot of blood was cut by the blade.

The blood was shot from the wound, and the candle dragon grabbed the pure sun and broke the sword with one hand, and one hand still held the fist.

"You...you..." The candlestick's lips twitched, staring at Yiyun, because of hatred, his eyes were blood red.

Yi Yun holds the sword in his hand, the wrist is forced, the Jianfeng is twisted, and the pure yang in the broken sword pours out, pouring into the limbs of the candle dragon, burning the meridians and blood.

The body of the candle dragon violently twitched, his pupil lost the focal length, and it was already blurry.

Just now, the twisted pure sun broke the sword and smashed his heart.

"Kill me... you will pay the price, the inheritance of the bloodmoon..."

The candlestick's lips twitched, and every time he said a word, his mouth was bleeding outside, but when he said it, the pure sun broke his sword.

"You can die."

Yi Yun said this faintly, and there was no look on his face. He gently wiped off the blood on the sword.

The candlestick's head was off, and the entire head was cut by Yi Yun. His eyes widened and he looked at the dark clouds and the red moon in the sky.

(To be continued.)