Chapter 1312

"Whew!"

In the face of Feng Jian's attack, the Xuantian real gun on Su Luo's palm is like a ghost. The long gun draws a natural track in the void and strikes the edge of the long sword with a strange arc.

"Heaven burning palm!"

Feng Jian suddenly roared, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face. He held the sword in one hand and held it in the other hand. The flames in his palm were rolling and rising. When he patted it out, there were flames.

These flames emit a terrible high temperature, the air seems to have twisted up, the ground also appeared a layer of scorched black.

"Boom!"

The flame in the air, instantly turned into a sea of fire, shrouded in the air, directly wrapped Suluo.

The rolling flame is so hot that it can almost melt gold and iron.

Under this force, the ground was almost burned into lava.

Feng Jian looked down at Suluo wrapped by the fire, and drew a smile of victory: "boy, you know my strength now!"

"I, Feng Jian, entered the Feiyu gate at the age of three and began to practice. At the age of twenty, I entered the realm of martial arts, Taoism and divinity. At the age of twenty-five, I was already a master of half step divinity. My strength was more than twenty-five horses. In the middle of the Feiyu gate, I was a genius."

"You're a little yellow mole ant. If you can use the burning palm more than me, you'll die in a proper place."

"Don't worry, I won't let you alone. When you die, I will send the people around you to hell to accompany you."

The words fall, Feng Jian step out, hands a long sword shake, sword light skyward.

All of a sudden, the sky was full of sword Qi and cold.

A gust of wind appeared, like a hungry ghost crying, breathtaking.

"Chop!"

A sword fell, with the power to destroy the withered and decadent, to kill Su Luo.

The intention of killing was not concealed.

After this fight, Feng Jian has already understood how terrible Suluo's strength is. It's almost impossible for him to capture Suluo alive. He doesn't want to keep his hand at all. He wants to kill Suluo once and for all.

"Kill me? You're not qualified for that, ice hell. "

Sulona's cold voice came out of the flames.

At the same time, a deep cold burst out, almost frozen, sweeping all the flames, and the flames burning around his body went out one after another.

"Brush!"

A long gun cut through the void, broke the sword Qi, and pointed at Feng Jian's throat.

"What?"

Feng Jian's pupil shrank, and a strong color of horror appeared on his face. The moves of the long sword in his hand changed constantly. The wind howled, and the sword Qi was transformed, hitting the real gun in Xuantian.

At the same time, his body kept retreating.

There was a storm in his heart!

He didn't understand why Solo's strength was so terrible.

He displayed two unique skills one after another. If he was a genius with the same strength as him in martial arts and Taoism, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't get away with it.

But now, sulo is still intact. What strength is this?

Most importantly, he smelled death in solo.

At this moment, fear and panic appeared in his heart.

His sword kept dancing in his hand, trying to stop Xuantian's real gun, but he found that it was all in vain.

The sword Qi bumps into Xuantian's real gun, and even has no qualification to shake the other side, so it has been smashed.

What the hell is this!

Why is the weapon condensed by Qi so terrible.

Can we say that this boy is not a work of burning loess at all, but comes from the martial arts and Taoism circles, with the support of the martial arts and Taoism faction behind him?

Damn it.

Feng Jian's face is hard to see the extreme. He looks at the closer Xuantian real gun and pinches his fingers. A defensive Lingbao flies out of him and bursts into a bright light, blocking his chest.

But this layer of light was blocked for no more than a second, and then it was pierced by Xuantian's real gun. Feng Jian was as if he had been struck by lightning. He spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his body was more like a broken kite, flying backwards.

Hit them in the pavilion where they were drinking.

The pillars of the pavilion were directly broken, and the pavilion collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

However, he still stabilized his figure, staring at Su Luo who came to him in the distance.

Su Luo looked at Feng Jian and said coldly, "how about starting to practice at the age of three? Twenty five years old, what about having twenty-five horses? Since I stepped into the realm of martial arts and gods, Suluo has only a few months. I have 20 horses of strength. What do you want to do with me? "

"What's more, although I only have the power of twenty horses, the quality of Qi is far beyond your comparison. Do you think I'm a mole ant? Now tell me who is the mole ant. "Hearing this, Feng Jian was confused.

The whole person widened his eyes and looked at Suluo with an incredible face, as if he had heard the Arabian Nights.

It's not surprising that solo has twenty horses.

What really frightens him is that a few months ago, he stepped into the realm of Wu Dao Tong Shen. Now, a few months later, he has cultivated the power of twenty horses.

It's appalling.

Looking at the world of martial arts and Taoism, no one can do this.

He felt for the first time that solo was joking, but the affirmation in the other person's eyes made him panic.

Is all this true?

If this is the case, then this Su Luo, I'm afraid that even the first genius of the martial arts world Qin only has to look up to it.

"It's impossible. It's fake. It's fake, little bastard. I know. You want to confuse my mind in this way. I tell you, you are delusional."

Feng Jian roared, his real Qi mixed with the anger of being cheated, and the smoke came out, giving people a feeling of smoke.

The wind is blowing!

Around the sword in his hand, there appeared a series of strong winds, which swept and moved with destructive power, plundering all life and suppressing it.

In the strong wind, there were even wind snakes, wind tigers and so on.

Powerful.

Suluo didn't even look at it. His arm was also a sword. It was the four seasons sword technique.

Up to now, Suluo has fully understood the essence of the four seasons sword technique, and his moves are not rigidly confined to one move.

A sword pierces through, which contains the artistic conception of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is full of twists and turns, continuous spring rain, thunder, frost and snow.

"Brush!"

Feng Jian's sword Qi was completely broken by Su Luo's sword, and the whole person was overturned by the sword Qi. After several turns in the air, he fell heavily on the ground, with his feet in the air, just like a big turtle turned over, losing face.

Sulo stood still and sneered: "is that your strength? It's too weak. Who gives you the courage to say that you want to kill all the people around me? "

"Feiyumen genius? I don't think you're a genius, but a turtle. "