Nian'er retracted the ancient sword and defended the enemy empty-handed. The sounds of surprise www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion are all transmitted by the gods......

Nian'er inserted the ancient sword on the ground, shining brightly, shining brightly, his palm was placed on the handle of the ancient sword, in a trance, the light seemed to come from his whole body, passed to the ancient sword, and it seemed that the ancient sword passed the light to him, the sword man is one, regardless of each other, between heaven and earth, above the night, what a perfect portrayal of this, at the same time, there is a murderous aura hidden between the gentle eyebrows.

Zi Nian's palm left the ancient sword and took a few steps forward.

Wang Nan took advantage of this opportunity to prepare to use the most powerful power of the King's Scepter to crush the other party to pieces. Even if you absorb the white crystal, even if you lose the Baijiao, if you annihilate him, you are still the final victor, and you can get the white crystal back and complete the final ritual.

It's all just a process, it must be like this, it must be, it must be, all this is just a test for me, I want to complete the test of the king of beasts, I can't fail...... Wang Nan told himself in his heart, keep cheering himself up, regain confidence, nothing can overwhelm him, never.

After his confidence increased, Wang Nan's body found a new balance, his spiritual power also regathered, and the king's aura once again gathered at the peak of his eyebrows.

The brilliance of the King's Scepter is incomparable, it is by no means inferior to the ancient sword, they are weapons of the same level, and their divine power is comparable. Wang Nan injected his spiritual power into the king's scepter, it shined, Wang Nan carried the scepter and rushed towards the purple year, this is the last fight!

Zi Nian did not move in place, the other party's strength was irrepressible, the white crystal in his body was still in the fusion stage, Zi Nian was not immobile, but could not move, he prepared a lot of enchantments and spiritual power scrolls, intending to set up a barrier to resist the other party's attack, at this time, the ancient sword seemed to recuperate with the fusion of Zi Nian's white crystal, and he actually returned to the space by himself, and the light also converged.

You're dead. Wang Nan came over now, and everyone couldn't take their eyes off it, sweating for Zi Nian. The scepter of the king that was raised high had already crossed the top of Zi Nian's head, with unprecedented spiritual power, and it was about to be shot down violently, and it would inevitably be shattered.

"Extinguish-" Wang Nan roared, and the whole person shot down with the scepter.

Zi Nian closed the barrier, but found that the spiritual power of the entire body was blocked, and he couldn't do anything at all, this is a living human body......

If this is the case, the moment the scepter falls, I am afraid it will be the end of itself, all the previous victories are in vain, and the scepter falls without any suspense, and at the same time there is Wang Nan's smile and hatred......

Everything will be liberated at last. This is the ultimate and best outcome.

Zi Nian closed his eyes slightly, the enemy is now, life and death are instantaneous, why is his heart like stopping water, and he has not stirred up any waves. It's amazing and weird.

Zi Nian himself didn't know, he could see the anxious eyes of the falling moon in the afterglow, but he didn't mean to say goodbye, wouldn't the will of heaven die? The closer the scepter is, the calmer his heart becomes.

Finally, the scepter approached the Purple Year infinitely, and the closer it gets, the stronger the spiritual power becomes...... Life and death are instantaneous, and his life hangs by a thread, but he is as calm as water and does not make waves, which is really incomprehensible.

"Kill!" Wang Nan roared again, the stone was shattered!

The scepter fell completely and smashed on the top of Zi Nian's head! Wang Nan is looking forward to the pleasure of plasma cracking!

However, the scepter stopped above the purple year, close to the top of its head, and slid down gently, without hurting him in the slightest.

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