Chapter 819

From a distance, the black mountain peak looks like a sharp sword straight into the sky, domineering and majestic.

There, is the star meteorite thirteen peaks.

"Here we are at last!"

Some of the first to arrive showed ecstasy on their faces. From the moment they stepped into the 13th peak, they would be the official disciples of meteorite peak!

"Let's go, too." Xiao Yang smiles.

And just as the voice fell.

"Shua!"

A group of men in bone door dress, with a gloomy face, scan the crowd. The first man, holding a snow flower in his hand.

However, the strength of this person, compared with the previous one, is obviously too strong.

Liang Luo, the peak of the seventh level spirit disk.

This strength, even if Jing Yun and others met, also want to avoid.

"Five level spirit disk, six level spirit disk..." Looking at the crowd, Liang Luo's eyes were slightly disdainful. He didn't say that these people were not snow spirit masters. Even if they were, they couldn't hurt Dongmu like that, and then escape unharmed.

All of a sudden, Liang Luo's eyes stay on Xiao Yang's team. His eyes narrow slightly.

If you explore the snow, it's hard for master Luo to play the role of flower spirit.

"Shua!"

As soon as the bone wings behind him vibrate, Liang Luo appears in front of Sun Wu. The voice is rather gloomy: "little brother, can you show your spiritual power?"

As long as you use your spiritual power, you will know exactly what kind of spiritual master you are.

"Why?" Sun Wu looks at Liang Luo impatiently.

"Just me..."

Liang Luoyin's voice just sounded, and Xiao Yang's palm was on Sun Wu's shoulder.

"Since he wants to see it, show it to him." Xiao Yang gave a smile, and his right hand shook slightly. The high temperature of the deep yellow flame made Liang Luo's face change.

"Hum." His eyes turned slightly coldly to Liang Luo, and Sun Wu's blood burst out, revealing his identity as a blood spirit Master.

"Liang Luo, these people have no problem!"

Just when Liang Luo was shocked, a figure full of sweat suddenly came. He held xueluo flower in his hand and yelled at Liang Luo: "among them, there is no snow spirit Master. You'd better search other people quickly."

Smell speech, Liang Luo eye mang a flash, even his companion all feel fear, it seems that these people, really hard to deal with.

"Go Liang Luo looks at Xiao Yang with a faint smile on his face and drinks low.

"Don't be fooled by them!"

All of a sudden, a shrill cry came from a distance: "the fire spirit Master is actually a multi-source spirit Master, and one of the spirit gates is snow. If you don't believe me, just grab the disciples of the four small peaks and torture them, and you will know what I said is true"

fan Han, with excited face, stayed in the distant sky, pointed to Xiao Yang and others, and cried excitedly I'm here.

"He didn't die." Xia Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Duoyuan spirit Master, you almost muddle through."

With fierce eyes staring at Xiao Yang, Liang Luo yelled: "hands on, before the arrival of Dongming elder, be sure to leave these people!"

"Wow

The fierce spirit power erupted everywhere in the sky, and fan Han laughed.

You deserve to offend me!

"Shua!"

The gorgeous fire light is like a faint light passing through the sky. Xiao Yang's figure holding the six blade gold plate flashed behind fan Han, and the dazzling light flashed on the gold plate.

The sound of laughter stopped in an instant.

Looking at the lower part of his body falling rapidly, fan Han's face was gradually filled with fear. He turned and looked at Xiao Yang, his face twisted to the extreme.

Xiao Yang's speed, how so fast?

With flowing blood, fan Han's body smashed to the ground and turned into flesh and mud. Liang Luo and other people's faces were awe inspiring, and they were surrounded by defensive spirit.

"Kill

With this sound, a different posture of the spirit beast, eyes ferocious toward Xiao Yang around kill and go.

"Do it." You li a light chant, water Yize small hand waving, a heavy water waves, the spirit beast's body, mercilessly photographed high.

"Spirit of shadow, you mang arrow!" Throw away the stone in hand, Xia Zhen small hand light, large sharp dark awn, wind shot in all directions.

"Dong!"

There was a dull crash.

In the middle of the air, a huge centipede in the shape of white bone smashes into bone dregs.

"No way!" Liang Luo was shocked.

The strength of these people has far exceeded his expectation.

"The enchantment of snow, ice sky and snow burial!"

In Xiao Yang's light cheers, the ghost shadows of snow are shuttling through the sky. The spirit beasts of bone gate are pierced and fall to the ground powerlessly.Looking at this scene, both waifeng's disciples and Liang Luo and others were shocked.

This strength, even compared with the figures on the thirteen peaks list, is not inferior.

"Shua!"

With a wave of xueyoumei's long gun, the last bone beast in the sky breaks into two pieces in the air. Xiao Yang's eyes narrowed slightly and his body flashed out like a leopard ready to go.

"Bang!"

The edge of the golden plate was cut on the black round cover of Liang Luo's body. Although it was not cracked, the scratch left on it proved that it was effective.

"Elder Dongming, help me!" Seeing more and more cracks, Liang Luo's face is full of fear.

"Today, even if the strong spirit emperor comes, he can't save you!" Xiao Yang's mouth grinned, and the speed of waving the golden blade in his hand was dazzling.

Looking at Xiao Yang, all the disciples of waifeng were stunned.

Seven level spirit plate, they saw can only flee, and Xiao Yang, but is in the unilateral torture.

"Click!"

Finally, a crisp sound of breaking started from under the blade plate.

Looking at the frightened Liang Luo, Xiao Yang's eyes are sharp. The blade in his hand passes a golden light and suddenly cuts down.

"You dare!"

Yin cold spirit power suddenly swept from the sky behind, with a strong sense of killing, this wave, actually reached the eighth level of spirit disk!

"Help me, old man Liang Luo was overjoyed.

The light in his eyes flashed, Xiao Yang's body sank, and the cold spirit swept across the place, leaving behind a large black ice crystal. The sound of shock rang out from around.

"If you dare to hurt him, you will pay for it with your life!"

A bone butterfly, about the size of Zhang Xu, came from afar. Dongming, who was stepping on it, was haunted by black mist and fierce color in his eyes.

"The eighth level spirit disk." Steady body shape, Xiao Yang hand blade disc rotation, whisper.

"Ming Lao, the one who made Mu Shao miserable is this boy. Kill him quickly!" Liang Luo points at Xiao Yang and shouts harshly.

"Shua!"

Broken fingers, mixed with blood.

The sharp edge of the blade plate is deeply embedded in Liang Luo's neck. Xiao Yang's expression is indifferent.

"Why do some people have to rush to death?"