v3 Chapter 16： Self-confidence and shock

"escape!"

Ding Ning only screamed a word because he only had time to drink a word.

This word exports, all the savings in his body, the smoldering swords are all shot from the fingers, a black Jianguang, instantly turned into a heavy rain, all hit a side of Xie Lian Ying.

Whether it is his screaming drink or the torrential rain formed by the black Jianguang at this time, for Xie Lianying and Xie Rou, there is an irresistible slogan, "Go!" Xie Lian Ying’s eyes flashed, almost subconsciously pulling Xie Rou on the side of the body, and then swept out.

A whisper sounded.

In the violent storm formed by the black sword light, a faint gleam of light suddenly appeared, and a silver stream appeared out of the air.

Xie Rou’s heartbeat in the plundering almost stopped for a moment, although any practitioner knew that the Dachu dynasty’s instrument was the best in the world, but the singer’s means of breaking through the air, she even listened to it. Have not heard of it.

A stream of silver appears first clearly in the air, followed by a gray figure.

For the powerful practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty, Ding Ning forced all the condensed swords formed in the body to form a violent storm, but it seemed to be light and windy.

The gray figure is only slightly sideways, and the body with half of the silver flashes is erected like a silver sword with the same handle.

A black sword light burst open on the silver light, and a black flower bloomed in the air.

The practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty also had numerous silver flowers in his body, but he only felt that the half of his body was cold.

The distance between the three realms and the seven realms is too far apart, not to mention the fact that he has the symbols of the numerous practitioners and craftsmen.

Although the practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty could not understand why Ding Ning could perceive himself, his eyes were still extremely indifferent. He only used the normal speed to input the true elements in his body into the "no worries" in his hands.

There was another killing in the air.

It’s just because the heavens and the earth that are emitted from this worry-free corner are too colorful and the color is too bright, so this killing gives people a feeling of being bright and bright, and it is easy to forget many sad things. It is even easy for people to react slowly.

Xie's family is the first richest man in Guanzhong, and the practitioners he brought are naturally non-family. In this hand of the Great Chu Dynasty, the forgotten corners are worn out from the fragments of countless condensed swords, rushing backwards with stern intentions. The smuggling Xie Lian-Yi, the two flying swords suspended on the side of the old woman and the young child finally made the most correct response.

A loud bang.

The little red sword violently burned, emitting a lot of dazzling flames. Although the blade was small, but the strength of the burst was too fierce, it gave a feeling like a huge squirt from the crater. Head to the practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty.

Another small blue sword was quietly flying low and fell into the mud below. Even the breath has become exactly the same as the soil.

The practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty had a brow, and there was no change in the castration of the worry-free corner.

When the muffled sound, the red sword that rushed on the face was forced to stop in the air by the powerful force, and even the dodge could not be done, it was swept back by the powerful force, all in the sword rune. The pieces of flame that flowed out scattered and fell into the surrounding grass.

The water in the grass is dried up, turned into hay, and then ignited.

The practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty did not worry about where the insidious cyan sword went. For him, the final result of the cyan sword that had not entered the soil was to wear the soil and stab it to his body.

As long as the sword is worn out of the soil, he can perceive it. I can get a response.

This is the absolute confidence that a strong man above the seven realms can have.

At the moment when the red sword was smashed and flew backwards, one of the Xie’s carriages slammed, and the curtain screamed and the curtain swayed out. Spray some scarlet blood.

It was only the accident of the practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty that the cyan sword that had not entered the soil always disappeared and never appeared.

Because of absolute confidence. Therefore, the movement of the practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty did not have any delay.

Two majestic heavens and earth spirits emerged from his feet. There were two naked light clusters under his feet. In the next moment, his whole body flew forward and continued to accelerate.

It’s just a half-time, the fierce killings in his hands without worry, has already approached the body of Xie Lianying and Xie Rou who have tried their best to retreat.

An old voice was heard from the carriages of Xie Lianying and Xie Ling.

In the carriage of this carriage, a senior scribe who had to be white was sitting.

With a low drink coming out of his mouth, his body was like a myriad of holes, and he shot a lot of blue wind beams.

The hardwood carriage outside him collapsed like a paper lantern and flew out.

A blue wind beam is twisted like a living thing, just as the tail of a fairy has swept from all sides to the body of the great Chu dynasty.

The practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty was disdainful, and there was no change in his body shape. It was only that the real element was surging more intensely.

The colorful elements on the corner of his hands were even more violent, and he did not seem to touch the body of Xie Lian Ying and Xie Rou. However, Xie Lian Ying and Xie Rou were both sullen and squirming.

The old scribes have the same face, but the whole body has no weight. As the cyan winds surge, they float up and block in front of Xie Lianying and Xie Rou.

The eyes of the Dachu practitioners suddenly condensed.

He suddenly realized that there was a strange smell in these cyan wind beams.

His body suddenly broke.

From the beginning of the rush to the present, his body finally showed a pause.

The pause is only because of the stronger spurt.

Above the top of his head, there is a mountain-like atmosphere of heaven and earth gathered together, pouring into the silver robes in his hands at a speed unimaginable to ordinary practitioners.

The silver-silver-like viscous elements that flowed out of the silver rakes in his fingers instantly covered his body. Even his seven scorpions were filled with silver, and he directly became a silver man.

Almost all the cyan wind beams collapsed when they hit him, but there was a cyan wind beam that was condensed and more and more sparse.

The Dachu practitioners sneered at the sneer.

This cyan wind beam, which has just bound his body and violently contracted, quickly appeared innumerable cracks, and the cracks in the cracks were clearly visible in the crack.

The body of the old scribe was still floating in the air, but the inside of the body was violently shaking. The bright red blood gathered the turbulent vitality, and the sputum spurted out from his nose and mouth.

A powerful atmosphere unique to this life, only then emerged from the crystal blue cyan beam.

Therefore, this is not the wind beam that the heaven and earth are condensed, but the life that he cultivated.

The reason why this life is called the life is that it has an inexplicable connection with the life of the practitioner. The life is destroyed, but it is seriously injured, but the death is directly caused. However, the life of the old scribe will be destroyed, but he is not. With the slightest hesitation, the force that can be controlled in the body is squeezed out of the body without reservation.

The cracked cyan beam-shaped life is dead and dead.

At this time, in the last carriage, a young swordsman with a blue shirt in his eyes was taking a deep breath. He hid the blue flying sword that had been in the ground for a long time, and finally disappeared silently. Dachu practitioners reveal the dirt in the mud.

The silver light on the face of the Dachu practitioners was abrupt, and the yellow towel on his face fell off because of the spur of the spirit.

After the yellow towel is a thin and white, some like a woman's feminine face.

On his face, there was a glimpse of pity and pity.

"In addition to the woman who is the valve of the Zhongshan Gate, is the strength of Xie's family so?"

Before he said this, the worry-free corner in his hand had already been collected, sticking to his body and sweeping from top to bottom.

The rainbow-like smoothness fell on the cyan crystal bundle bound to him, and the blue crystal beam collapsed into countless pieces. The old scribe who was suspended in the air fell to the ground and died silently.

He stepped up, and the rainbow-like brilliance in his hand continued to fall, sweeping down his soles. The end of Guanghua swept the blue-colored flying sword that had just emerged from the mud.

It seems like a soft intersection, but it is like a collision between two hills.

The bang banged.

However, a one-foot cyan sword is like a plowing ground, and it plows a deep ditch on the ground.

The young swordsman in the green shirt sitting in the last carriage suddenly bowed, and the smooth and radiant face suddenly appeared numerous wrinkles like wrinkles, and every wrinkle was bleeding.

The Dachu practitioners looked up proudly.

In his view, no one in Xie's family could stop him from killing Xie Lianying and Xie Rou, even the teenager who was not far from Xie Lian and Xie.

However, at this time, he felt an impossible spew of heaven and earth.

He turned around and his eyes sparkled with incredible light.