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A battle of the battle around.

These are even more transformed into fly ash.

However, neither the saints of Xiandaozong or the sage of Zhenwu Zong did not take this scene into the eyes, but retreating while fighting. They always pay attention to the state of the east of Xiayang. He has little life span. He just needs to hold on and consumes it. He will die by himself.

Xia Yang also understood this truth. The black metal armor was stained with blood, the helmet had been scattered, the hair was emitted, and his face was stained with blood stains.

“boom!”

A sword split.

Infinite ink sword sprayed thin.

Not running towards the two.

It is towards the East China.

This sword.

Hundreds of miles!

Before the end.

The pupils of the sage of Zhenwu Zong were cold, and their faces were slightly ugly. If Xia Yang insisted on crazy and killed Zhen Wuzong. At this moment, the speed and power were enough to arrive before the withering. It was not what he wanted to see. “Since this old guy is crazy, then it will be him!”

“boom!”

Summon the true martial arts again.

No longer illusory.

It is solid.

A cover of the sky, the magnificent shore of the crowned head appeared behind him. The ostellogenesis of the law, the eyes of the world, overlooking the overlook, and the domineering of only my only respect.

“Well!”

Travel forward.

The whole world is trembling slightly.

“Help me hold him!”

Mu Hong of Xiandao Zong also said, his own strong Shenhua, a golden bright luster gathered on the long gun, and suddenly the dazzling glory broke out. , Turn into the bright long rainbow hanging day.

“Well!”

The saints of Zhenwu Zong also carried the Town of Fa Xiang, and did not give Xia Yang’s opportunity to leave, and Xia Yang, who smelled the crisis, suddenly slashed a sword, the flourishing sword gas, the unparalleled power of the outbreak, directly cut off the arm of the true martial arts.

“uh-huh!”

Zhen Wuzong groaned backwards.

The eyes flashed.

Because his task is completed.

“boom!”

The dazzling Changhong of the world seems to divide the entire sky into two. The terrible mood of the gunfire spit out, and it even covers countless miles, which makes Xia Yang avoided.

“Well!”

Even if he tried his best to resist, it was still half a shot. A sword with a sword in the backhand can resist all power. The golden gun is too overbearing. He repeatedly pushed the black metal armor and hit the body in Xiayang.

“puff!”

Spray a strong blood from the mouth.

His face was sluggish.

There are many direct white hair that burns the essence of life.

“Senior …!” Chu Xun moved, watching the steps, the staggering old man, there was unspeakable grief in his heart and breathing that could not breathe. There are not many meetings.

But the sage of the east is really gentle and kind, and is kind to him, and he has carefully taught him and the domineering calf. Because of the oppression of the saints of Xiandao Zongzong, the saints in the east did not hesitate to leave the customs. At this time, blood was bleeding in the confrontation between the two sides.

“puff!”

Stranged backwards.

Xia Yang was older for a moment.

“snort!”

The saints of Zhenwu Zong stood indifferently on the void and said ruthlessly: “Extremely sublimation is ultimately a small Tao. I really think that I can defeat me. Sitting, don’t get yourself wrong! ”

Xiandao Zongzong also looked indifferently overlooking.

“~!”

Xia Yang’s hair was emitted, and his body was stained with blood. The dark metal armor had cracks, but he still slashed suddenly with this heavy black sword.

“Stubborn!”

“act recklessly!”

“court death!”

Double Saint Siege.

Even if it is extremely sublimated.

Still difficult to resist.

Tianji Sect.

The old man holding the sky disk reflected the picture, his face was full of signs of signs, and sighed: “Unfortunately, it is the year of the twilight, and the blood is no longer the year. Why bother to fall into this state? ”

God Xingzong.

Goddess.

These two Zongmen are also in a short silence. Some saints have been filled with complexity. The eastern region has not had a saint for many years. Today, I will watch the sage withering. It is a pity, but I am also emotional. , Extremely sublimation can also persist in these two holy hands for so long.

“Pity!”

“pity!”

They sighed.

If Xia Yang is a little stronger again, even if the result of only ten years of life span is still unsure, but now the dust has been settled, and it will not be able to turn the wind and waves.

In successive trauma.

Xia Yang’s figure gradually lost weight, and his appearance was even more unconvinced. At this time, he looked like an old man in his sixties.

The saints of Zhenwu Zong and the saints of Xiandao Sect are slightly loose. At this point, the war also knows that it is about to end. Xia Yang is already a puppet that can’t afford the wind and waves. Some guilty conscience and fortunately.

But thinking about it, if it was not for the two of them, they would definitely have one person to be hit hard. This thought that he was still within the acceptance of the acceptance, and silently said: “After all, he is too weak to unveil the bottom.”

“senior!”

Chu Xun murmured silently.

There was also a fire in my heart.

East of the saints recovered.

Extremely sublimated.

Everything is to protect the ancestral gate, but he is not even qualified to participate in the war. Is he really not the possibility of changing the war, even if it is just a trace!

“senior!”

“I have a sword!”

Chu Xun’s eyes filled with resolute eyes. Originally, he was not ready to expose his entire strength, but Xiayang’s predecessors paid so much for Zongmen.

Xia Yang, who had dried up his face, heard a gentle smile on his face, but shook his head slightly on Chu Xun, because he said that this battle would make the two saints create blood. Zong constituted a threat. Now that he has said naturally, he close his eyes slightly.

In the dark eyes, the earlier “one” that painted the earlier came up again. At this time, his mood was particularly peaceful. Why dare to scorn me lightly? ”

Chapter 82 The wax torch becomes gray!

“This is!”

“Have you given up!”

The saint of Xiandao stood indifferently in the sky, watching the old man who closed his eyes closed, and he could clearly feel that his life essence disappeared at the speed of the naked eye, and his face was quickly defeated.

Sixty years old.

Seventy years old.

Eighty years old.

Ninety years old.

In a blink of an eye.

Xia Yang, who is in the east, seems to be an old man who will enter the ground at any time, and the two are also coldly standing not far away, overlooking it ruthlessly, and never interfere with it. At this point, he also provoked him.

“senior!”

Chu Xun murmured silently, watching the old man who could not even support the dark metal armor, his waist, withered white hair, and wrinkled gully cheeks. When a gust of wind blew, he would fall down at any time, but he felt a terrible explosion that could not be described, and accumulated in the old human body.

“cut!”

In the east, Xia Yang opened his eyes suddenly. At this moment, his body suddenly made a monkeys, such as the Phoenix Nirvana, and more like a real self -recovery, and broke out unparalleled vitality in such an instant.

“Donglinzong!”

“Zhen Zong Jue Xue!”

“Donghuang Bell!”

“Well!”

Between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a huge bell appeared, shrouded in the sky, covering the square for hundreds of miles, turning this place into a huge clock world.

The sage of Zhenwu Zong flickered in the eyes of the sage, and it was shocked: “How is it possible, Donghuangzhong’s unique learning, how can you release it like this?”

Zhenwu Fa was summoned again by him, and the giant of the Weiyan supported the sky with both hands.