Chapter 681

The colorful real man is a seven level master of real inscriptions. At each level, at least six spiritual lights have been lit. How huge is the spiritual fire?

Although Lu Ming ignited ten spiritual lights at each level, he was only a third level master before, which was far from level seven.

For example, the difference between a warrior in a great martial arts division and a warrior in spirit birth state is 18000 Li. I don't know how far it is.

Therefore, the spiritual fire of colorful real people still makes Lu Ming's spiritual fire continue to improve rapidly.

Moreover, Lu Ming has more and more experience in alchemy and inscriptions.

"Well, look, there is another palace ahead!"

Xie Nianqing suddenly pointed to the front, some surprised way.

Lu Ming looked at the past, and sure enough, there were mountains in front of him. On one of the peaks, there was also a palace.

"Is there more than one palace for the cultivation of colorful immortal? Are all his treasures hidden in the palace in front of him?"

Lu Ming's eyes brightened.

Obviously, Xie Nianqing also has this kind of conjecture.

"Kill, kill, take all the treasures!"

Dan Dan yelled.

Shua! Shua!

Lu Minghua turned into two rainbow lights and flew to the other side.

But before long, they stopped.

In front of us, there are two lights, one in front of the other, and the other behind, galloping towards this side.

In front of him was a golden sword light. In the light of the sword, a young man in his twenties was incomparably handsome. His body exuded a strong breath. Obviously, the young man was being pursued by a light behind him.

Behind a ray of light, is an old man.

"Cold sword spirit!"

Seeing the old man behind, Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing are surprised.

The person who pursues after him is actually the cold sword spirit, but isn't the cold knife spirit trapped in the big array in the square before? I'm out of trouble. I'm still here.

However, the breath of the cold sword spirit should be severely damaged, far less powerful than in its heyday, which is equivalent to the spirit sea at most.

"Boy, give up the treasure and spare your life!"

The cold sword spirit roars.

But the young man, ignoring the meaning, flew forward at full speed and passed by Lu Ming on their side.

"Well?"

The cold knife spirit person is not willing to give up, eyes toward Lu Ming, Leng for a moment, then is roaring: "little beast, it's you, damn it!"

With a roar of anger, the cold knife spirit stopped his body, no longer pursuing the young man, and rushed to Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing. His eyes were filled with bitterness.

It can be seen how much he hated Lu Ming and directly abandoned the young man.

Lu Ming's face is dignified, and infinite dragon gun appears in his hand.

"Heaven magic field!"

Xie Nianqing reaches out his hand, and the huge heaven magic field covers the cold sword spirit.

However, the cold sword spirit is really powerful. Although he is injured, his Zhenyuan is still very powerful. Zhenyuan bursts out, breaking the magic field and killing Lu Ming.

"Destruction cut!"

Xie Nianqing drank it again. In the magic field of heaven, the power of destruction and cutting was burst out, and the power of cutting was terrifying. The Buddha could open the space.

The cold knife spirit roared, and his body was covered with white ice, just like a set of Ice Armor. His body continued to rush forward.

"Kill!"

Lu Ming holds the infinite dragon gun and rushes into the magic field. The spear stabs the throat of the cold sword spirit.

Lu Ming is not restricted by any trace in the magic field, just like outside.

Heaven magic field, completely controlled by Xie Nianqing.

When!

The cold knife spirit cuts out and blocks Lu Ming's spear. Lu Ming's body trembles and retreats.

The realm of cold sword spirit is too high. Even if he is injured, his fighting power is still terrible.

"Die, little beast. You must die today!"

In the eyes of the cold knife spirit, there is a strong sense of killing.

Three days ago, he and the red red old monster were trapped in the big formation for a long time, and almost died in it. Fortunately, there were other people in the back who also went there. Only when others helped to destroy the array base, could they escape from danger.

Although he got out of the way, he was also hit hard. Up to now, he is far from recovering.

You can imagine his hatred for Lu Ming and Lu Ming.

Boom! Boom!

The Jiulong blood, the second blood, broke out at the same time, greatly increasing Lu Ming's fighting power.

"King level nine, two kinds of blood, are king level nine!"

The cold knife spirit screamed, almost scared to death.

When blood vessels break out, it's hard to avoid exposing the blood levels. Both of them are king level nine, which is just incredible.

"Kill!"After his blood burst out, Lu Ming's fighting power improved and he killed the cold sword spirit.

If the cold knife spirit wants to kill him, why doesn't he want to kill him? Otherwise, it's hard to be thought of by such a despicable old monster. Who knows if the other party will have a black hand behind his back.

"Die, this boy is so terrible, he must die!"

The cold Sabre spirit must kill Lu Ming even more. The blade is crisscrossed and fights with Lu Ming.

However, he was greatly affected by the magic field. For a time, it was not so easy to defeat Lu Ming.

"I smash!"

Dan Dan retracts the tortoise shell and smashes it towards the cold knife spirit's face.

However, the martial arts in Linghai can control the attributes of heaven and earth, form battle armor and cover the whole body. Dan Dan rushes past, but only hits the Ice Armor covered on the face of the cold sword spirit person.

"Nest, the recovery of this seat is still not enough, or you can smash through the ice layer of the old guy!"

Dan Dan flies back to Lu Ming's shoulder and murmurs in his mouth, trying to find a chance to sneak in.

Whew!

Just then, a golden sword light flew towards this side.

Actually, the young man in golden robe returned here.

Before the man arrived, a golden sword Qi was extremely sharp. It cut through the void and cut toward the cold sword spirit.

"Boy, let's die together!"

The cold sword spirit roared and waved his sword to block the sword light.

Shua!

The golden robed youth appears in the air, glances at it, and finally falls on Lu Ming, saying, "Shura?"

"Yama?"

Lu Ming opens his mouth.

He recognized from this breath that the other side was Yama.

And the other party, obviously, recognized him.

"How about joining hands? Kill the old man

The king of hell opened his mouth.

"Just to my taste!"

Lu Ming has a smile on her face.

Yama's fighting power is extremely terrible. With him, he can fight with the wounded cold sword spirit.

"Jin Guangzhen kills the sword!"

The king of hell was very straightforward. He made a direct move. The dazzling golden sword Spirit sent out the incomparable sharpness. The Buddha could cut everything.

Yama, understand the artistic conception of gold, and has reached the second level. The artistic conception of gold is known for its sharpness and sharpness.

Naturally, Xie Nianqing's magic field will not hinder Yama.

At the same time, Lu Ming also appeared. The spear pierced out, and a three color real Dragon flew out, attacking the cold knife spirit.

In the face of the attack of the three, the cold knife spirit cut out a knife awn and attacked them.

The roar sounded and the two sides were equally divided.

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