"What a beast! The scythe killed half of us, but this man was just waiting for me to stop. It's worth dying for. ”

"Is this your shameless brand? Unfortunately, this animal is very good! Today, you still don't follow to save your life, hand ......!

The treasure was touched, the Dead Yuan Iron Sword was repaired, and it was placed in other fields at will, all of which were on the elder's side, but today, because of greed, the origin is unknown, and he was immediately killed.

Killing the early and mid-stage sword show of the Yuan Yuan fetus is already the limit of the sickle weasel. Facing a successful killer and four later masters, Qi Long started this time.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a purple fire.

The sword qi of killing, as soon as it touched the purple fire, melted instantly, did not kill, soaked in front of the person, caught off guard, and was touched by the purple fire.

Screams of grief.

The man's body appeared to be papier-mâché, touched by purple flames, and immediately turned into ashes, and the charred corpse was non-existent.

"No! this dog will set fire, that will catch fire!"

After several people were killed, all three souls caught a cold and fled in despair.

The purpose of the people who spread the news was to cause trouble for Li Kezhou. Naturally, it was hard to kindly remind him how powerful Qi Long was under his seat. So even though they get taller and higher, they end up being unexpected.

Qi Long's intelligence is not weak. When he heard these people in front of him, he opened his mouth and called him "dog", and his heart burned with anger, so few people could hide.

He stepped into the air, grabbed Eight-Toe's paw, and swiped as he swiped it.

Sneer at.

Emptiness screams in tears.

Eight crossbars, a hundred feet long and wide, exploded in time.

Qi Long attacked angrily, showing for the first time that it was unreservedly sure that it was a divine beast.

Sneering!

Blood splattered, and four of them didn't even scream, half shattered by the ferocious souls that the sword protruded from the edge of the eight paths.

The only person who retreated was Yuan Fei's master.

The man was deeply trained in swordsmanship, and he fell to the ground to defend himself, but in high season, he was miserable. He was almost divided into eight parts, descended from the sky, and disappeared into the clouds below.

A group of robbers, without Li Kezhou, went out, suffered heavy casualties, and left.

Li Kezhou rode on Qi Long's back from the beginning and ended up with a group of people. He was in no hurry to leave. He glanced forward.

"Do you want to look up to this despicable stealth method and attack me secretly?" Li Kezhou said softly.

He lost all his swordsmanship, but his soul power was not affected, and his perception of Dao power increased, and it remained the same.

"What a protective spiritual beast!Of course the robbers flinched and wore strange clothes!Well, there is no spiritual beast, and it should definitely not be without a name, but this is the first time I have seen it. ”

In the emptiness ahead, an old man with blue hair, in charge of a house goatee on his chin, came out.

When Li Kezhou saw this person, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

This person's blue hair is strange, but the strangest thing is that this person's blue hair glows blue, flashes light, goes up and down, and makes people feel different.

This man's practice should be a rare thunder sword!

In Li Kezhou's heart, the old man looked at him in front of God, focusing his attention on the eight-toed Qi Dragon under his seat, and then on the floating sickle ferret.

"The son of the Sword Pavilion is indeed extraordinary, a person has two spirit beasts, one is rare, and even a sickle ferret, saying that it is extraordinary, with such amazing combat power!"

"Are you here to praise my spirit beast?" Li Kaizhou looked at the people here and raised his mind, because this person's cultivation had reached the late stage of returning to the truth.

He had no faith in this man for a few minutes.

In the dark halls, from an old man named Dragon, he must have been recognized by the general public.

Now, if he encounters Kenshu early in his return to the truth, he has the ability to kill his opponent. If he encounters an intermediate stage, he at least can't.

Get out of the way.

But now we're in the late stages, and even if he doesn't have a few minutes of confidence, his angular hair doesn't hurt to set off.

The approach of the other side is a rare sword, known as the Tyrant and the Tyrant, who knows that today there will be a painful war.

The old man's firewood suddenly sank, "Li Motu, do you remember being irritable and afraid of thunder?"

My name is Meng Jinglei?

He was familiar with the name, as if he had heard it there or had a brief encounter with the person.

But for a moment, I didn't think about where I met him. The main reason is that he has killed too many people in his lifetime. It is impossible to remember these killings with your hands.

"Remind you, he used to be the right envoy of Huangquan, sitting under the seat of Turmeric Spring, and finally gave you the old killing in the branch of Fenglong Mansion, and the corpse will never come back. ”

The old man's voice was full of scapegoats.

Li Kaizhou's face suddenly appeared, "That's it! He really died in my hands, but even if I don't kill him, he won't be born for too long in the future." That's because of his ignorance. He thought that if he looked back at a person who could not enter the right of Ali and made his identity, everyone would make him triple thinner face, but unfortunately met me ......!

He vaguely remembered that the same son who was upset and afraid of thunder had also practiced sword qi. They are not teachers and apprentices, but come from a family.

"Well, now you're clear. Today is God's will, I will kill you, not only to avenge my apprentice and regain the reincarnation of the legendary Qiongjiang, but also to write off and say two words. ”

The old man smiled and smiled, with blue hair and a cold electric light.

Li Kaizhou mocked, "No brains, what kind of treasure is the reincarnation of Qiongjiang, if it is so easy to kill me to catch the treasure and return to the real master, will it be like a bird, you can also turn it around?"

"Little beast, no matter what you say, I will defeat you today, even if it is not a treasure, it is my blood feud!

The blue-haired old man's sword is not sheathed!

The sky hiccuped.

Endless thunder, gathered in the palm of the hand, finally thundered.

"I'm going to turn you to ashes...... Gong Lei!"

The old man came with a withered hand, and a huge thunder hand fell from the sky, like five thunderclaps and one thunderclap, covering the top of Li Kezhou's head.

"Halberd!"

With Li Kezhou's shouting, the black dragon wandered around and turned into cash. He took a little, and the dragon turned the halberd into a war halberd, and the ticket was in the sky.

On this halberd, let him use the drill force, and the drill force grows a circle of drill wind, until the thundering gong hand falls behind him.

"Question!"

The sound of tearing was accompanied by thunder.

Mr. Lei Gong's big hand came out of depression.

But the old man put the realm here, the thunder was too great, he was delirious, although the effect was obvious, but it did not penetrate completely.

When Qi Long saw the situation, he opened his mouth and roared. There was a storm in his voice ball, and he killed him immediately. When Lei Gong's big hand fell, he finished the final repair knife.

The unbeaten thunder hand was pierced, and a man, a beast, donated the past from the big hole, a heavy thunderstorm, which did not hurt them at all.

"Impossible!"

。