"Rampant." The East startled the dragon.

The double swords of Jing long are attacking fiercely.

Xiao Yi sneers, and the sword in her hand suddenly burns and becomes a purple sword.

This sword made by his Yuanli and condensed by Zijing Lingyan is not as broad and heavy as the star chopping sword, but it is like his purple lightning, soft, elegant and extremely flexible.

Flexible, but also with the fierce like the electric fire.

With one sword sweeping, two purple flaming dragons came out.

Jing Long's double swords are suddenly blown up by the two purple flaming dragons.

The East startles the dragon, but he is shaken back several steps, and the purple inflammation on the sword is stained.

"Amethyst burning everything? Not good. " Dongfang Jinglong's face suddenly changed.

The double swords of Jinglong are transformed by his spirit. If they are burned by force, they will be severely damaged.

"San." The East startles the dragon to attack. The sword's intention is excited and the fire on the sword is scattered by force.

Boom

A thunderbolt spear suddenly cuts through the space and thunders at Xiaoyi.

Before the gun arrives, a sea of thunder blows at Xiao Yi first.

Once Xiao Yi is drowned in this sea of thunder, he will be completely suppressed by the eastern thunder.

"Beyond our means." Xiao Yi disdains to sneer.

"Meteor, fall."

Xiao Yi holds the sword in one hand. On the wrist, a seven color fire ring suddenly surrounds.

The fire of the stars is all over the sky.

The flame meteor, like destroying the sky and the earth, thunders and falls.

Such a thunderous sea, life was blown apart by the sky fire meteor, collapsing.

The tyranny of thunder was burned away by the fierce fire.

At this time, the thunder gun came, but the thunder on the gun had disappeared.

Xiao Yi's sword is like a dragon.

Clang Thunder gun, moved by a sword.

The body of the sword, the body of the gun, all the way forward.

"Not good." The pupil of Oriental thunder shrinks.

Ziyan sharp sword, straight from his throat.

Along the way, Amethyst spirit burning the air, but also his nameless thunder gun fire boiling.

Roar

Just then, there was a roar.

A head of water flows, and a white dragon comes.

The waves are so strong that they roll and extinguish the flames.

Roar

In the waves, the huge white Jiao suddenly blocks in front of the East thunder, with a big mouth open, and swallows Xiao Yi.

"White dragon in the waves? Dongfang Baijiao, you want to die. " Xiao Yi's eyes are cold.

Bang

Purple flame sword, suddenly added a touch of strange fire.

The purple flame, which was already furious, suddenly ran away and was boiling.

Sharp sword, instant hundred times and increase, purple burning towering.

A sword falls, just like a thousand Zhang purple flame sword, destroying everything.

The powerful white Jiao and the waves were split by a sword in an instant.

The blade passed by, the temperature was amazing, and the flame had evaporated the water.

In the air, all of a sudden white fog, filled the surrounding.

"What a terrible temperature." The face of the Oriental White Jiao changed greatly.

He knew very well that the sword just now was not the sharp edge of the sword, which broke his waves and white Jiao.

The sword, even before it had time to show its edge, only the terrible flame had evaporated his waves.

"Go back." An oriental parent always exclaimed.

In the white fog, a purple flame still stands out, straight away from the East White Jiao.

"Elder Bai Jiao, be careful." One by one, the strong men of Dongfang family came together.

A series of fierce attacks, bombarded out.

However, the purple sword, it is overwhelming.

"If you stop, you will die for him."

The ferocious voice, like the words of ghosts, resounded through the white fog.

Chuckling

An old parent in the East, with one sword, dismembers his body.

The body has not yet been completely separated in two parts, has been instantly evaporated in the flame, no bones.

"Poof." Dongfang Baijiao, a group of old parents of the East, together with a mouthful of bloody spray, heavy Bang fly.

This is just a sword of Xiao Yi.

Clang

Boom

Bang

Wow Hum

For a moment, countless passionate voices.

Countless means, countless yuan force streamer, full of heaven and earth.

These innumerable attacks all hit one person.

The man, the proud figure, one man and one sword in the center, surrounded by the enemy in all directions.

This is Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi is in full bloom at the moment.

Although only Yuan Li coagulates the sword, he has nine levels of cultivation, which is enough to make him proud and almost invincible.

Since the outbreak of the battle, it has been only a few dozen.

However, such a fierce battle has already alarmed the entire Oriental family, all the strong in it, and even the countless elite far away in the defense line.The top 100 companies are the first to arrive one after another.

But looking at that crazy figure in the center of the battle, all color change, all are shocked.

The master of Xiaoji hall is the strong one in the East.

One hundred strong, no one to participate in the war, only far away from watching the war, the face of different faces.

Boom

During the battle, there is a roar, which is far more than any previous battle.

An old hand, straight from Xiao Yi.

At this point, the white fog dissipated.

The old hand came from a big old man.

The old man, named Furlan, has made countless efforts to turn the tide back.

Guarding the demon area is not so much the best foundation is 330000 elite, but rather, it is the old man who has repeatedly tried to turn the tide.

This is the old man's all-out blow.

This palm, once wanted demon domain to be frightened, Wanyao retreated, even the demon clan did not dare to shake its edge.

If we say that Optimus Prime is to stop the wind and rain from all directions, even if the waves and tides roar, they will be stopped one by one.

Then this palm, if can suppress the endless waves, strong absolutely no two.

This palm, straight take Xiao Yi.

"The East raging waves, come well." Xiao Yi sneers and advances instead of retreating.

Hand, a point out.

Between the fingers, fire countless.

"Anger refers to."

Double fingers, heavy collision with the old palm.

Two fingers, point in the palm of the palm.

Bang First there was a bang.

Under such a loud noise, it is amazing palm power, which shakes Xiao Yi back ten steps.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Then there were numerous dense and slight explosions.

On the palm of the old man, there was a lot of noise.

Countless fires broke out almost in an instant.

The figure of the eastern raging waves was forced back ten steps, just like Xiao Yi.

But Xiao Yi, who was first shaken back, had a faster time to take the lead.

Still a finger, straight away from the East.

This finger, without fire and words, is fierce and domineering.

Once again, this finger focuses on the palm of the Oriental raging waves. There is no continuous explosion of flame. There is only a sound of extreme penetration.

Hum

The face of Dongfang furan changed and her figure was shaken back.

Xiao Yi's attack did not stop, but still took it directly.

The body moves with the sea of fire, followed by the wind.

Wind and fire dance together, strong seal the East raging storm retreat.

Xiao Yi turns his finger to his palm, which has no match for his fighting spirit.

Bang The eastern tempest's pace has not yet stood firm, and then is driven back.

Xiao Yi's offensive is always changing, like a storm.

Although the storm is strong, it has been repeatedly pulled back in the past, but today, it is difficult to suppress the flame, the wind, the sword like rainstorm, and the young man's violent anger.

In the distance, a cry of surprise.

"How can it be? My Han family's ghosts and gods point to it?"

"I The wind and inflammation of our two families fight together

"I My Tang family's Zhan Tian Zhang? "

"Our ancient home's ancient means to determine the ancient earthquake?"

"I..."

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the third shift.

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