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Chu Xun’s eyes were cold.

Hold the sword.

There is only a sword.

But the green luster broke out.

“call out!”

The void icing was cut off.

A curved turquoise sword gas.

No pouring.

“hiss!”

The saints of Zhenwu Zong were numb, his eyes suddenly contracted, staring at the sword, permeated and shocked, and said, “How is it possible, how could this sword be cut out?”

His scalp was numb, the sweat on his body was vertically vertically, and his right hand waved the boxing printing. In terms of gas, but did not block a breath, it was crushed by the potential.

“puff!”

Next.

A cluster of blood splash.

A skull flew up.

here.

Falling into unprecedented solidification.

“Gurong!”

“Gurong!”

This is the sound of swallowing water, but people’s hearts are cold and numb. The cheeks of the goddess Zong saints who watched the war in the distance solidified, and their eyes were fixed. In front of you, a goosebumps were glowing under the extreme shock.

Toply numb.

“This sword!”

The old farmer also stared at it. As a sage, he can most clearly feel the sword qi. It is far from ordinary saints. Even if you change yourself, you will only lose faster in the face of this sword. There is no possibility of struggle at all, and there is no possibility of struggle at all. The bottom of his heart is terrified. He said to himself: “Isn’t he a talented sage?”

Chapter 121: Zongmen Altar!

The saints of Shenxing Sect are dressed in blue and white robes. They are middle -aged, but they are thin and thin, and their deep eyes look through the calculated personality, but they are also speechless at this time.

“This sword!”

Tianji Sect.

Hanging King Hall.

Floating Moon Zong.

These secret treasures are all fixed there, compared to the former and the latter two, because they have been tied to the same chariot as Chu Xun. Naturally, the better.

“division!”

“division!”

“Master …!”

The smile on the face has not had time to bloom completely, and Nantian’s expression of the Lord Lu Nantian’s expression solidified there, not only him, the smiles of the elders of Zhenwuzong’s faces were also stiff. How about it?

“I ~!” The saints of Zhenwu Zong were hairy in their hearts and were beheaded by a sword. It is reasonable to say that he should burst into anger, but now there is only deep fear and shudder. He trembled, why, he only broke through the saints for more than a month. Why is there such a big qualitative change?

“It’s time to liquidate!”

Chu Xun’s voice was gentle.

Slowly.

No illness.

The sound fell into the latter’s urging of death, and the roar was also accelerating the connection between the neck and the body. recover.

“Suppress!”

The saints of Zhenwu Zong were filled with heart, and faintly regretted showing up. I knew that this guy was a monster. Why did he break a small realm? Will this be broken? Wang Yang, impacted on the bleeding neck, leaving the signs of sword qi constantly.

call out!

call out!

call out!

Sub -sword arcs continue to increase.

Shooting everywhere.

“boom!”

Falling on a small mountain peak, in a moment, the whole mountain peak was razed to the ground, and there were some horrible swords in a lake directly evaporating the lake in the lake. With shock, the dense sword arc is still the traces of residuals forced from the neck. It can be imagined how sharp the sword was at first.

“ah!”

Along with a long howl.

Finally forced the sword qi.

The head heals again.

However, the blood and blood of the Zhenwu Zong saint are obviously declining a lot. It is a lot weaker than just now. Then he looked at Chu Xun’s eyes. He was filled with strong fear. The arrogance and arrogance just disappeared.

“Come again!”

Chu Xun’s voice was soft.

Light fluttering.

“Boom ~!”

This scared the latter’s scalp.

Turn around and run.

This guy.

It’s a monster.

“Om!”

Chu Xun stretched his palms and shrouded the world of the world. This is the possibility of the possibility of the void of the surrounding void based on the time and space of the emptiness of the emptiness.

The eyelids of Shenxingzong sage jumping wildly, this is not a collision at all, but unilateral slaughter, and his allies who are slaughtered. At this time, he should stand up to persuade Chu Xun. Come again, for fear that it would be destroyed by a slap.

Goddess Zong Laoyao.

Sanxiu old farmers.

These two also clearly understand this truth. If they are ordinary, they will say it. Everyone is almost the same. Dare to make noise, this guy may have a big slap, and in public, it is shameful.

“Master!”

“saint!”

“senior!”

Zhenwu Zongnu.

But it was a piece of Qi Ran.

Everyone is in danger.

The anxiety on the face is difficult to cover up.

The rising hi color is directly turned into despair.

If the saints of Zhenwu Zong did not show up at least they still had a thought, and now, there is no idea of a little bit. Well, it is better than being killed by the town! ”

Elder Wu Zong.

The three elders of Zhenwu Zong.

Zhenwu Zongzong.

Silence for a while.

Don’t want to.

It’s impossible.

The common saints between the two to participate in the two people will also die. They only need to be able to bury them with a little more than a little bit. They all have the ability to kill the emperor, and they are not qualified to stop it.

“Go to the altar!”

“Summon Zhenwu Sheng!”

“Go!”

The saints of Zhenwu Zong in the wolverine roared both coke furnaces and nervous.

“Summon Zhenwu Sheng!” Elder Zhen Wu Zong trembled slightly. How could they not know that when the Saint Shinwu was left, he left a altar and could directly summon him, but the altar they knew was only as a notice as a notice. The news, even if the situation is informing the situation now, it is difficult for him to return with his distance.

“Always try!” Elder Zhen Wuzong also said, and he would die without trying. Maybe you can turn around without trying.

Zong accessible land.

A huge altar has runes in the circulation, which is incarnate to turn into thousands of golden runes, turns into a beam, straight into the clouds, and the links do not know how many miles away.

“Om!”

“Om!”

“Om!”

This is waiting.

Each interest is like years.

Elder Zhen Wu Zong said nervously: “Can you contact it?”

This array has been deserted for many years. Shinwu Zong’s first forces in the East Land of the Land have not needed to contact Zhenwu Sheng. Can this deserted altar be connected to the latter now?