Chapter 1620: A touch of fairy tales
In the sky, the law of the cold is in the top of the earth, and in the hands is a bronze dragon, like the dragon **** of war, this scene is too impactful, so that everyone is apnea, the soul is full of.
The women of the Dragon family are all apricots, and they are moving in confusion.
Ling Han looked at the octave, faintly said: "What other tricks?" Although the tone is dull, it has already brought a hint of killing.
Anyway, he wants to fall out of the ban on the open cloud, simply make a big noise, will be killed eight times.
You see, ruining the marriage of others, will you let him go when the cloud is forbidden? Nope! In this case, it will simply be slaughtered eight degrees, anyway, he also sees this guy is not pleasing to the eye.
Besides, killing people, this marriage is completely irritated.
The heavy octave was not lost by the momentum. The dragon of time was his big move, but even a cold hair was not hurt, which made his confidence suffered a great setback.
At this time, he could not help but think that he would not lose?
This thought is only together, he shook his head quickly, impossible, and not allowed!
He is a saint, and he is the arrogant of the banned land. How can he be defeated by a young man, but it is only the Ganges River!
"Nine-pulse sword!" He snorted, and there were nine meridians in the body that gave off a trace of fairy light. He sacrificed a sacred soldier, and immediately recovered, and a plaque glowed, emitting endless sacredness.
This is not the most terrible. The celestial light in his body condenses and condenses a sharp edge on the sword front.
A hint of celestial blessing, sharp edge.
Don't say that Ling Han is just a district in the Ganges River. Even if it is Xiao Sheng or Zhong Sheng, he will not be dared to be cut by this sage. Otherwise, the immortality will invade the soul.
This is from the law of the king!
It is a pity that the King of the Kings obtained by Kaiyun Wang is not complete. At the beginning, he broke the palace basement and seized the fairy king method. However, Tianhe Wang broke off a dragon claw and destroyed most of the fairy. Wang Jingwen.
Although the remnants are still quite precious, so that they can cultivate a hint of celestialism in the creation of the world, and endlessly enhance the combat power, but after all, it is impossible to open the door of Xianyu. Otherwise, Kaiyun Wang will not stay. In the realm of the gods, I have already entered the fairyland.
However, isn't this enough to deal with a small Gangesian environment?
Ling Han glanced at it, revealing a hint of jealous color. He sensed a similar atmosphere to the sacred sword on this sacred soldier.
Fairy power!
However, compared to the fairy sword, the power of the sacred priest is too weak, almost if nothing.
Ling Han did not dare to take a nap. After all, it is a fairy power, and it has a strong threat to any military in the ancient world.
"Dead!" Heavy octave Yujian came.
He began to open the distance war, which is the most accustomed play of the warriors, but now it is the opposite, he wants to close the battle with Ling Han, because only by being directly smashed, the sage can exert the strongest effect.
call! call! call!
During the movement of the sacred soldiers, the stars of the universe were shaking, especially the sacred air on the sword front, which caused great damage to the space of the gods. The void was torn apart, and a black hole appeared. Come.
Ling Han’s right hand was shaken, and the fairy magic sword was already sacrificed.
Fighting treasure, who is afraid of who?
Hey, the fairy sword and the sacred continually collide, the strength of both is seventeenth order, naturally who can not help but who, however, the essence of the fairy sword can be a fairy, even if there is no real recovery That would be a hundred times more powerful than a sacred soldier with only a trace of scent.
Under the constant impact, the celestial spirit on the sacred trembles constantly, like a fish, it is broken.
"what!"
It’s really scary to repeat the octave. The nine-pulse sword is his most powerful method. In the past, the nine-pulse king shot, even the fairy king was directly degraded by this move. But now it’s inconceivable that it’s going to be broken and it’s going to collapse.
"First, you will be sent to the cloud king to hell!" Ling Han waving the fairy sword in his right hand, and playing the nine-day fire in his left hand. This is also the level of the fairy king, even if it is still weak and can only be octave. The level of the world.
"You, who are you!" whispered in a heavy octave.
Look at each other's appearance, it seems to have a private enmity with Kaiyun.
"You don't need to know, go on the road in Huangquan!" Ling cold running all the killings in the body, the combat power soared, coupled with the fairy magic sword, nine days of fire, he is almost invincible in the realm of Xiaosheng.
"Damn!" Heavy octave sword fight, but every time he picks up a move he must go back dozens of miles, in the momentum has been completely suppressed by Ling Han.
What made him most chilling was that the sword and flame in the other hand were terrible, and he gave birth to a jealousy that would have been dead as long as he was touched. This undoubtedly affected his play.
He wants to open the distance, but before he was active, how easy is it to open the distance now?
Ling Han made a cage with nine days of fire and would be trapped eight times. In this small world, he and the other party did their best to fight.
puff!
He vomited blood eight times, and he was awkward. In the face of confrontation, he was not an opponent of Ling Han.
He is going crazy, and the little Saint has lost to a Ganges in hard power!
Even if the other party is in the Ganges, this is too unreasonable!
"In the three strokes, send you on the road!" Ling cold said cold.
"Dream!" He gnawed his teeth eight times, and he began to burn the power of the source, to fight hard.
But in front of Ling Han, how is he desperate?
Under the siege of the nine-day fire, he could not even escape!
"Let's be merciful!" A melodious and heavy voice passed from Luo Haixing, and across the space, it suddenly screamed.
Longwei is like a tsunami.
"Seeing the ancestors!" Everyone in the Dragon family is half-squatting, that is, the dragon language is all respectful and his hands are attached to the legs.
This person who speaks is the ancestor of the dragon family, the strong man of the middle!
In the heart of the eight-degree, the saints are too fierce, even if they are fighting in the stars, they are alarmed by the relegated dragon family ancestors. The ancestor will watch Ling Han kill himself?
Of course it is impossible, otherwise, the Dragon family will also be implicated!
What is the reason for seeing death?
Ling Han did not pay attention to it. Since he had decided to start, no one could persuade him.
kill!
The octave was originally loose, but immediately scared the hair straight.
Why don't you make sense, the Central Saint has already spoken, you still can't stop?
He can only fight, and under the impact of terror, he vomits blood again.
"This seat said, stop!" Luo Haixing, once again heard a loud noise, this time, the dragon is turned into a substance, the sound waves rolling, a red dragon appeared, and went to the impact of the cold.
Ling Han has no control at all, that is, he is arrogant about the octave.
He must kill this person.
Hey, the red dragon has been hit by the cage of the nine-day fire. Under the strong force, the cage suddenly bursts, but the nine-day fire is too high on the quality level, and the red dragon is burned. ash.
He caught the opportunity eight times and fled quickly.
"The third sword!" A cold voice came from behind him. To be continued