Chapter 659： A sword annihilates forty ghosts

"The district is quite arrogant, and dare to be so arrogant. This seat will tell you the truth today!"

A big drink, the golden robes of Jindan Mahayana, the red robes and old robes jumped up directly, and I don’t know why. He has been calming and nurturing him on weekdays, but he was angered by the words of Wanluo, and he wanted to be self-sustaining. The big array crushed this unconstrained Nanzhan field repair, but at this time he couldn’t help himself, and he was in a strong position, and he printed it to the old fanatics.

"Fist is the truth, today we will see who can convince who!"

Wan Luo old stranger is not polite with him, big sleeves sway, like two angry dragons, rolling into the void.

For a time, in the seventh array, the spiritual power is like the sea, and the wind is blowing. The two golden dragons are directly fighting in this big battle. One is the first-class sect of the northern region of China. The Mahayana, one is a peerless and ridiculously eccentric, a magical method, a mysterious and unpredictable, a shot that is not a slap in the face, violent and unremarkable, tea martial arts, it has been rolling nearly a hundred strokes.

It seems that the end of the toughness of the Wan Luo blame, actually at this time chat with the young mad, more and more brave.

The old man in the red robe is more and more scared. I only feel that the other side's technique is not very strange, but it has been made in the other's hands. It is always unpredictable, it is difficult to parry, and hundreds of strokes have passed. He was shocked to find that his pressure had doubled, and he had already fallen into the wind. The two big sleeves were like two giant scorpions. They were fierce and violent at the moment, and they were soft and silky, and they were suppressed.

"Which is the identity of the Master, why bother with the old things, speed up the big battle!"

The red robe grotesque has a few disciples who are alert and alert. When they see the master in the air, they are forced to retreat more than 30 feet by the old man from the south, and the master knows it is not good, but the master can’t pull his face. It is also difficult to call yourself to start a big battle, and then make a self-assertion, take the lead in running the big battle, and the moment is turbulent. A dark red palm suddenly came out of the virtual.

"Hey..."

The singer of the old man who was smothered by the old man in the red robe rushed to avoid it, while the old man in the red robe swooped up and the mana surged. However, the old Luowan old monster was repulsed by more than ten feet, and the chest and abdomen trembled. When a blood spurted out, it immediately forced the blood and the spirit to work. The invisible suffocation of the body is soaring, and the hair is swaying, and the momentum is stronger.

At the same time, I saw that with the dark red giant palms out, there was a dark-haired head that had been smashed out of the void, wearing a strange black dress, full of runes, all dark red, translucent Shape, the ghosts flash in the eye socket. The power is amazing.

Bang!

After the dark tremors, the dark red devil appeared, and nearly 100 ghosts were drilled out. Each body was translucent and looked like a spirit. The body was like a demon. The old red robe was suspended behind the spirits, his eyes flashing, mixed with endless hatred: "Old things. Today, Feng is here, you don't want to live through this battle!"

"Inhibition of slavery?"

Wan Luo grotesquely saw the origins of these monsters, and his heart was so heavy that he did not think of the monks of Shenzhou. I also understand these evil means. This is a means of applying Philip. It is a smashing scorpion, and its power is terrible. In the case of the South Vision, there was a banned ghost slave. The burial of the ten golden dragons of the emperor's family, the golden dan of the touch will be tainted, but it is hard to be entangled, but I did not expect to see it in Shenzhou nowadays. Now I look at the air machine. This kind of ghost is better than the green hill grave. It’s still a bit worse, but it’s obviously hard to get around.

"You are the end of the strong, I want to see what you take to marry me!"

The red robe old repair eyebrows passed a touch of killing machine, the flag waved, nearly one hundred demon spirit, violent whistling, straight to the Wan Luo old rush.

In the face of this repairing spirit, Wan Luo grotesque took a deep breath, but there was no fear on the face, but he sneered at it, coldly said: "No matter what means you have, the old man will tell you today. The truth must be clearly stated!" During the speech, the body was swayed and repaired. Two large sleeves swayed into the air, one on the top, one on the bottom, the yin and yang reversal, and the heavens and the earth covered.

"Yin and Yang big grinding plate!"

Rumble!

It seems that the entire Fengchan Mountain has trembled a little, and the cloud in the seventh position of the mountain is trembled with tremors, but the sound of the sound is screaming, but the clouds above it are rushing, but the clouds above it are flowing down. Falling down in general, looking at the cloud of smoke, a strange feeling of heaven and earth hanging over the hearts of everyone, as if there is a plate of grinding, is destroying the order.

"Older he... can he squat?"

Under the Fengchan Mountain, Li Hongyi clenched his palms and turned his head to look at the South Void: "How come he hasn't come yet?"

At this time in the seventh array, I saw only the ghosts flying, a chaos.

Wan Luo grotesque yin and yang smashed the order of the big array. For a time, the yin and yang were inconsistent and chaotic. The empty ban, the slaves, had only relied on this yin and yang to kill the stranger, but at this time they lost. The direction, flying all over the sky, and under the majestic force caused by this type of yin and yang, the old robes and the disciples under his seat also stood unsteadily.

At this time, Wan Luo grotesque took back the double sleeves directly, but took an ancient sword in his hand, whistling, screaming at the big force, rushing over to the red robe, where he passed, From time to time, there was a close-up smell of the imprisonment of his vitality. The slaves rushed over, but Wan Luo’s strange swords were like the tide, only by the physical force, he smashed the hollow, and smashed the slaves together. kill.

This kind of ghost is extremely powerful. If he runs the spiritual power, he will be invaded by the suffocation of the ghosts along the spiritual power. Therefore, he can only kill by the flesh, but this way, the consumption of physical strength is extremely terrible. Taking out a sword, it is already difficult to bear the flesh, and why is it rushing over the road, at least there are dozens of ghosts smelling the breath, rushing late?

"嗤嗤嗤嗤嗤"...

All the way to the rush, Wan Luo blame the cold teeth, must fly angry, palm in the ancient sword, squatting, tearing the void.

"Clearly is an old man with almost exhausted blood, how can it be so terrible?"

The disciples of the old red robes who had been guarded in this battle, could not even say what they were surprised, and they were huddled in the corners and did not dare to approach. For them, this road rushed to Wan Luo, It’s just to see the old madman who kills God and kills ghosts. They follow the law of refining and practicing ghosts in the old red robe. They know the horror of this thing. Have you ever seen such a killing method of cutting vegetables and cutting vegetables?

It is the power of the flesh and the tyrannical master can not do it!

What's more, this is simply an old man with a long life and a run out of blood?

To put it simple, just like the centenarians in the vulgar, are jumping into the tiger and wolf group, tearing the tiger and leopard, and making a fierce hair!

"Lie down!"

Wan Luo blame traverses the void, the palm of the ancient sword, every sword has a hollow torn, the sword under the ban, the slaves are all killed, turned into a black scorpion scattered in the heavens and the earth, the road to pass, simply Like a demon, all the way to rush, black lightning lingering around the body, enough to kill no less than forty ghosts, this is rushing to the front of the red robe, the volley has fallen.

"Why dare to bully me?"

The old robe of the red robe was shocked and angry, and it was completely scared by the Wan Luo old monster, but after all, it was also a monk of the Jindan Mahayana, not to scare the meaning of no resistance, facing the death of Wan Luo from the sky. As soon as he stepped, he struggled to raise his fists.

Bang!

Wan Luo grotesque and unparalleled, and stepped down, directly shocked his defense, and stumbled him in the line.

The ancient sword is faint, pointing to his eyebrows, and Wan Luo grotesquely screamed: "Do you understand this?"

"I……"

In the old robes of the red robe, the tens of thousands of old geeks must be arrogant, as if they were devils, and they couldn’t answer them.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Wan Luo grotesque laughed and fell.

"嗤", the red robe old repair was shocked, closed eyes to die.

However, after a long while, he opened his eyes in shock and trepidation, only to find that the sword did not hit himself, but squatted on the seventh burst of flags that fell on his head, the flag was damaged, big The battle had been broken, turned around and saw that the old repair had already carried the sword, squatting, and slowly walked toward the front, while walking, while coughing and spilling blood.

"Is this old man who has reached the eighth level with his own strength?"

At this time, under the Fengchan Mountain, the three main road masters and even a few people watching the war, even including the front of the array of guardian monks, were shocked, looking at the figure on the mountain road, shaking to the eighth After the squad, Nanzhan Jindan monk Wan Luo grotesque, although he saw that he was a half-step baby, but no one thought that he could really go this step.

I saw him, and walked out of the big battle, the injury was already very heavy, but did not retreat, went straight to the eighth array!

"The Nanzhun monk also has a genius, a person from a state, for thousands of years, there are always a few outs!"

"There is still a stop here. In the next three bursts, it is my **** of the North, who is the one who passed the Truth, and he can't live!"

The main lord of the North Road and the main road of the symbolic road, suddenly faintly opened, exchanged a sentence.

"Older, let's go back, the eighth is not what you can!"

In the eighth arse, a young voice sounded, and the voice was faint, but with a condescending sigh.

"is it?"

Wan Luo grotesquely chuckled: "Now the juniors, the tone is really big!"

He kept on walking and continued to move forward.

"If you dare to use this remnant, for the eighth time, I will shoot you!"

The voice in the eighth epoch was joyless, indifferent, and indifferent, but with a kind of unquestionable majesty.

"Kids, don't you know how to respect the old?"

Wan Luo grotesquely screamed and screamed, and he was really angry. He screamed and rushed straight toward the eighth. (~^~)