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collapse!

Click!

Click!

The raised binance was cracked.

Woles from the wrist to the arm.

Shoulder.

Upper body.

And all this only took a short moment.

The eyes of the saints of Xiandao Zong also revealed the hacking. The moment the sage of Zhenwu Zong summoned the law was delayed, it also released the unique learning of Xiandao Sect. Please invite a fairy god to stretch his arms to support the upcoming big clock with his arms.

“swing!”

The bell cleansing.

A noise again.

“puff!”

True martial arts are also good.

Emperor Xiandao Zongxian.

One after another.

Xia Yang, the sage of Donglinzong, also had a whimfe, but his eyes had a smooth smile. Here is his unique learning, and it is also the understanding of his short -term epiphany. Such power is enough to kill any sage, even if the two are joined forces, they have to pay a heavy price.

“puff!”

“puff!”

The big clock is leisurely.

Suddenly covering.

“Well!”

The entire sea level sinks hundreds of feet down, forming a terrible deep deep, and the surrounding water flows crazy pouring, looking far away, as if a big clock cover this place.

Tianji Zong saw this scene through the Tianji Pan, and the old man was shocked, and he was shocked from the seated, shocked: “How is it possible!”

God Xing Shengsheng.

Goddess saint.

These saints who watched through the secret treasures were all madness, staring at the huge bell, falling from the sky, covering hundreds of miles from the sky, covering the two saints, unknown life and death.

“It’s over!”

The sage of the goddess was a crutch, and the wrinkled cheeks were shocked. She knew that even under this big bell, even the strongest two saints in the Eastern Domain had to pay a painful price.

“Really, the earlier epiphany was not flat.” The sage of Shen Xingzong also murmured softly, and his expression was complicated. He never thought that an old man who was about to sit can force the two to be like this.

“Well!”

“咚 咚 ~!”

The bell tremor.

It seems that there are some fierce things in it, and there is a little loss in Xia Yang’s eyes. In the ideal state, this big clock is trying to suppress it. The two joined forces to do everything in the crisis of life and death and do their best.

Alas ~!

The bell tremor.

A fist printing is sunken.

This is the fist of saints in the east.

“boom!”

Screamy collision.

A gun mark was revealed.

This is the gun of the saints of Xiandao.

“Refining!” Xia Yang closed his hands, and the huge Donghuang bell was constantly narrowing.

“Roar ~!”

The roar.

Like a beast roar.

The fight of the beast.

Even the second saint smelled the breath of death.

“kill!”

They bombarded.

Shake on the big clock.

Determaking continues.

Ripple refining.

“puff!”

“puff!”

A tide tide shot across the sky, shining with dazzling luster and water droplets. Fortunately, this is the corner of Binhai and there is no practitioner. I don’t know how many people will suffer.

“Ka!”

‘Kaka! ”

Gradually, as a crack spread on the Donghuang bell, the decaying atmosphere on Xia Yang was also stronger. He looked at the Chu Xun behind his eyes and resolutely patted his palm to shake the Donghuang clock.

“block!”

The terrible sound waves fluctuate.

at the same time.

Donghuang Zhong suddenly broke.

The two bloody bodies were killed from it, but whether it was Mu Hong, the saints of Xiandao, or the saints of Zhenwu Zong, everyone was no longer high. Everyone was stained with blood, her face was pale and sluggish, her pupils were angry and the killing of red fruit. The meaning of the intention was that they just died just when they were negligent, and they died in the gutter.

“Old things, you really damn it!” The flourishing killing of the saints of Xiandao Zongzong just fell just now, if it was not for the saints of Zhenwu Zong in Donghuang Bell, he had already turned the boat.

After the sage of Zhenwu Zong blurted up, his body suddenly retreated for hundreds of miles, standing far away from the long sky, and he was afraid of being worried. He almost died. Even so, even so, in the unprecedented bed, the five internal organs have been cracked, and urgent retreat must be repaired.

“snort!”

The saints of Xiandao naturally paid attention to the latter behavior. Normally, as long as they followed the sage of Zhenwu Zong, they could not roll the wind and waves with Xia Yang’s residual body, and even the strength to kill Xian Daozong. Lost, the anger in my heart was strong, then Kenpan stopped, and said, “Xia Yang, die!”

boom!

However.

He hasn’t started yet.

There was a luster sword light beheaded. It was a boiling sword river. It was mighty, hundreds of miles out of the east, and there were hundreds of millions of water droplets, and every drop of water dropped. It contains a sword gas, and the gathers of hundreds of millions of sword gas have erupted a blow that is not weaker than the saint.

“who?”

Xiandao Zongzong’s mind trembled.

I never thought that there were still people attacked.

“Chu Xun!”

Zhen Wu Zong also paid attention to this sword. When he searched the person who showed this sword, he stunned directly. Although he had a flourishing killing intention to Chu Xun, he had never put this junior into his eyes from the beginning, even if he even put it into his eyes, even if he was in his eyes, even if he was in his eyes, even if he was in his eyes, even if he was in his eyes It was just a fight with Xia Yang, and I never paid more attention to it.

It is said that Chu Xun was abandoned for sixty years.

Even if it is not abandoned.

Fear of not as good as their eyes.

Who knows.

This monstrous sword light actually cut out from his hands, and Chu Xun, who was standing in the distance, was holding the green vine sword in his hands, his eyes were cold and sharp. He has a sword.

Now.

This sword.

Cut out.

Chapter 83 Dust is settled!

The hundreds of millions of sword rivers are boiling from the nine small, and the water droplets blend in the boiling water. The invisible swords run through the nothingness, stretch the vertical and horizontal, passing by the sects everywhere, so that those small ancestors can scare their heads. I don’t know this. Where does the height of swords come from?

“cut!”

Chu Xun waved the green vine sword in his hand, turquoise and green, filled with vitality, and could not see any killing intentions. When this sword broke out, there was a huge blue sword.

Without entering the height of the sword, it is in line with it, as if the huge cyan virtual shadow is an illusion carrier, and after accommodating the sword river, it wraps the billions of water droplets into a substantial, real, invincible sword!

“Om!”

Void tremor.

Sword qi is strong.

“hiss!”

The saints of the Xiandao Sect were numb, and the root hair was upright. He never thought that the junior who was ignored by himself had a blowout at this time to give him a lore.

“town!”

Under the rush, the saints of Xiandao Zong squeezed their left hand, and a lying law and seal suppression, which turned into huge palms. This palm seal was usually not bad. Unfortunately, it was weak today that it did not bloom all the pressure. The tear of the potential is like a broken bamboo, which can’t stop it at all.

“kill!”

The saints of Xiandao forbearing their anger in their hearts, folded their bodies, waved the golden gun in their hands, released the lustrous sanctuary coercion, and became a heavy impact.