Chapter 1310

"Next, it's my turn to fight back."

Eyes moved to the empty spirit Luo body, Xiao Yang calm eyes, slightly sharp some: "empty spirit Luo, two hit kill Yan Kun!"

Two strikes?

The crowd at the scene, eyes crazy shock.

Once this kind of words is released, it must be done. Otherwise, it is to beat yourself in the face and make people laugh.

What confidence it is!

"Wow

Flying to a height of thousands of feet, konglingluo stands on the top of the majestic building. With one clap of both hands, countless humble seeds surround it, just like sweeping ripples, blooming rapidly from the inside to the outside. Crystal blue flowers send out a fragrant smell.

That scene was very beautiful.

"It's beautiful." Looking up at the sky filled with flowers, there are small stars twinkling in Jiang Sheng's beautiful eyes.

"High throne level spirit skill, green jade flower!"

With Xiao Yang's cold cheers falling, thousands of blue flowers around konglingluo quickly gather in front of its raised right hand, forming a gorgeous flower.

Crystal clear blue flowers, slowly rotating, like transparent jade general, exquisite.

Green jade flower.

The condensation of Biluo flower!

"No way!"

Feeling the breath of emerald flowers, Zhuo Jin's face changed wildly: "Yan Kun, ice ridge, ice flame rush!"

"Shua!"

With a wave of konglingluo, the emerald flowers roar down. The glittering and translucent light spots stay in the air, just like a beautiful river of light.

"Wow

The emerald flowers come suddenly. Yankun and Bingleng urge the whole body's spiritual power. The hot flame and the cold ice crystal linger together, in a spiral shape, and the momentum is amazing.

Dexterity, ice flame!

"Is that the United psychic?" Xiao Yang's eyes flashed slightly.

It's similar to his ice flame Xuan wheel.

But it's just appearance.

The cohesion of the ice flame Xuan wheel is the fusion of the essence of spiritual power. It is more terrifying than the red flame and the ice butterfly's self explosion at the same time.

It's not even a tenth.

"Dong!"

The emerald flowers and the ice flame rush together heavily, and the gorgeous spiritual ripple spreads quickly, which makes the strong of jiujue City escape in a hurry.

"Shua!"

As the ripple of spiritual power swept by, a towering building was annihilated without a sound. A spirit emperor who fled from it was scared out of his wits.

Just a little bit, his small life, can't keep!

"It's destructive." Ginger deficiency, dry mouth.

Even he felt some threat!

"Yankun, kill!"

Just listen to a fierce voice, the burning flame of Yan Kun, from the long air through the attack, the flame rising right fist, to the empty soul Luo's head, hard hit.

"Pa!"

The little hand stretched out, and Kongling Luo lightly grasped Yankun's right fist. The blazing fire burned its little hand and crackled. At the same time, a full of vitality flowed from its body and healed its injured palm.

Ye Zhihui.

Kong Ling Luo's only healing skill!

"Shua!"

Holding Yan Kun's right fist, Ye Jian curled between konglingluo's fingers swept out like flowing water. Yan Kun, with a face full of consternation, tilted his body and broke into two pieces.

This time, it did not have enough spiritual power to reshape the body again.

Die!

Kill Yan Kun, the blade between the fingers of Kong Ling Luo, burning and incinerating into nothingness. It slowly raises its left hand, and the burned palm slowly heals.

Two moves, kill!

"Poof!"

Zhuo Jin vomited blood, and his breath withered most of the time.

Yan Kun's death made him suffer a lot.

Without Yankun, not to mention the sixth level spirit king, even if the fifth level, he has no strength to challenge.

"Go

With a violent drink to Bingleng, Zhuo Jin turns to run away from the distance. All the people on the scene are gaping. The leader of Ziyan mansion, the fourth level double attribute king of spirit, has escaped?

"It's a pity."

The old woman of Hehuan sect shook her head: "Zhuo Jin's talent is pretty good. As the master of Yankun and Bingleng, she should be brilliant. However, the stable life of jiujue city has worn off his spirit. Even a young man who often walks on the edge of the blade has no courage to face him."

Compared with Zhuo Jin, Xiao Yang, a semi scattered cultivator, was always on the edge of the sword. He had rich combat experience and was not unfamiliar with it.

But where Zhuo Jin's control of the war situation, slightly familiar with some, even if he can win, it is not so easy.

But not so much if.

"Where to go."

The majestic six hydrofoils quickly replaced the four fire wings. Xiao Yang blinked and blocked Zhuo Jin's retreat. His face was indifferent: "if there is no division of life and death, the battle will not end."Everyone's eyelids suddenly jumped.

This young man is cruel enough to insist on dividing life and death.

"You killed my son Zhuoyu and cut my Yankun. That's enough." Zhuo Jin's face was ugly. In order to survive, he was begging for mercy from a young man.

This young man also killed his son and cut off his Yankun.

"Not enough." Xiao Yang's cold way.

Life and death are not divided, how can we give up.

If the loser is him, Zhuo Jin will not be merciful to him. Why should he be a good man and wait for Zhuo Jin to retaliate in the future.

"It's because of Jiang Yin, the second elder of the Jiang family. Why don't we kill him first?" Zhuo Jin discussed that he wanted to seize the last chance to save his life.

"I refuse."

"Bang!"

The breath of rock Horned Dragon rhinoceros soars from the first level to the second level. As the right fist blows out, golden dragons take off and crush the edge of ice.

"Breakthrough?" The old woman of Hehuan sect looks surprised.

It's a breakthrough, but there's no sign.

She didn't know how frequent the battles were. Before she came to jiujue City, she had gone through several battles. At this time, the breakthrough was not abrupt.

"You

Looking at the killed ice ridge, Zhuo Jin's face turns pale, and he is about to run away. The right fist of the rock Horned Dragon rhinoceros is gradually enlarged in his eyes.

"No!"

Zhuo Jin roared with grief and indignation.

How can Jiang Yin die before he kills him.

He hated Xiao Yang. After all, it was Xiao Yang who killed Zhuo Yu himself, but Jiang Yin was the one he wanted to kill. Everything started because of Jiang Yin.

The reason why Xiao Yang doesn't think it's easy to kill Wu Fei first.

But reality, a slap in the face, let him die with unwilling and regret.

"Bang!"

Blood fog explosion, Zhuo Jin's robe debris, slowly falling, the distance of the strong Dan Hall, eyes slightly narrowed, no intention of intervention.

As long as it's not indiscriminate killing of innocents and civilians, they won't take care of it.

People like Zhuo Jin Die when they die.

"Zhuo Jin, has it fallen?"

Jiang Sheng was stunned for a while.

Dan is superb and powerful.

The image of Xiao Yang gradually became mysterious in her heart.