In the night sky, a shot arrives.

The shadow came, and it seemed to be in a hurry. Mu Ben's shot was indeed in a hurry, but he couldn't let Lin Qin's strength skyrocket like this again.

However, this shot did not work as well as expected. The punishment in Lin Qin's hand, for the first time, caught the spear stiffly. He forcibly opened the door, and his aura at this moment became more aggressive.

The black hair was fluttering, and the aura on his body was soaring. The old man of the Ding Soul said secretly: "Lin Qin, I will guard the divine sense for you, two hours, you have two hours." ”

"Two hours?" Originally, I thought that the realm would be raised to the Great Perfection of Reincarnation, and it was estimated that it would last for half an hour at most, but I didn't expect that there would be two hours, so I said: "Two hours, enough!"

Lin Qin's figure flickered slightly, like a fresh breeze. Lin Qin began to fight back.

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Mu Ben was still in place, however, his gun moved.

The body was driven by the spear, setting off a gust of wind.

The phantom of the punishment is like a dragon flashing. This is the battle of the Dragon Emperor's reincarnation, and the eight stalks are punished by two of the stalks in Lin Qin's hands, and the remaining six swords burst out with unprecedented light. Lin Qin opened the sky, he had never learned the Yuan Technique of swordsmanship, and he had never used a sword, all this sword was very simple and direct.

"Oh, hubris, I'll show you what true power is!"

Mu Ben's arm was already green tendons and protrusions, and the developed tendons firmly locked the dragon spear, and the blood in his body was like boiling water, billowing and flowing. His breath swelled again, and a hot, unstable aura floated around his body.

Gunshots!

A dragon roared in the night sky, and the wood was like a blazing red sun, and the dragon armor was emitting green flames, without too many bells and whistles.

This shot, very stupid.

Without the spear flower, Lin Qin could even see the trajectory of the dragon spear.

Lin Qin's sword was also very stupid.

The stupid sword meets the stupid gun, and the two of them fight, it is strength and momentum.

The gunfire was like a dragon, and the explosion in the air directly shattered the bluestone under Mu Ben's feet.

Lin Qin's feet were in the air, and the punishment was slashed on the dragon spear, and the dust settled. No matter how strong the dragon lance was, it was still calm around him. Punishment is the strength to punish the dragon clan, not to mention a dragon spear in vain.

Mu Ben didn't retain any strength at all, and after using the gunshot, his aura was already infinitely close to the Ancient Realm.

Bang!

One doesn't dodge, the other doesn't dodge.

It's like a pre-programmed plot, and the punishment is so straightforwardly intertwined with the dragon lance.

The vitality collides, and the wind rages.

"It's just a futile struggle!" Mu Ben's eyes stared fiercely at the punishment.

The dragon spear was sharp, and the punishment in Lin Qin's hands was even brighter.

A sword fell, pressing the Yuan Qi Illusory Shadow on the spear again and again. This is the emperor of the dragon clan, and it is a punishment from the emperor. The dragon lance let out a slight tremble, and Mu Ben's wrist shook, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, but the dragon lance blazed again, shattering the dragon flames that had spread down from the punishment.

The dragon lance is still blazing.

"Nasty guy, go die!" Mu Ben coldly parted the dragon lance, and the entire dragon armor burst out with blazing light, really like a burn, and the blazing light wrapped around his body.

Shot!

The spear of judgment must require divine arrogance, such as light and flame.

Lin Qin looked at the vitality flame on Mu Ben's body, and said coldly: "Shooting, I see who will rule who tonight!" A royal aura emanated from him. This is the dignity of being a Dragon Emperor!

The dragon lance ruling, the phantom on the head of the spear, began to tremble with some unsteady, as if it was about to collapse under the pressure of the blazing aura. Mu Ben's face changed, and he said secretly: "How is it possible!"

"Die!"

Lin Qin roared angrily, and the arrogance above the punishment was even more blazing. Eight punishments, one after another, slaughtered at Mu Ben, so that the dragon spear had to retreat one after another. With each step, the bluestone slab was dented.

"Is that all you have to do? Just allow you to kill people and take treasures in the sand. Since you have a feud, then you should pay the price you deserve!" Lin Qin's eyes were blazing, and the momentum of crime and punishment reached its peak!

"Bastard!"

Lin Qin retracted his cold gaze, and the momentum accumulated before the punishment burst out, like a torrent pouring down.

A huge force continued to pay homage to Mu Ben's dragon spear. Lin Qin's whole person's momentum changed at this moment.

The momentum is magnificent, and the general trend has been achieved!

The blazing aura on the dragon lance retreated one after another, as if it had met a nemesis.

Mu Ben's pupils shrank, and his right foot stepped forward slightly, "Sure enough, I underestimated you." But...... You're still going to die!"

"The verdict of Fengshadu has never been endless!"

Mu Ben abandoned the dragon lance and let the punishment swallow up the momentum of the dragon lance.

The blazing flames on the armor converged, his gaze was like a torch, and the vitality above his right palm quickly converged, and a blazing light swept through, and the dragon shadow was erratic, hovering beside Mu Ben. All the Yuan Power is gathered in that palm.

"I said you were going to die at my hands, not by the dragon lance. ”

Mu Ben's brilliant palm gathered in the night sky, like a door of light.

"Being able to die under the Xuanmen high-level Yuan Technique can be regarded as your three lives!

Dragons have reverse scales, and if you rebel, you will die. Cruel Elder Dragons, the means of adjudicating enemies are fancy. Together, these are the dragons' verdicts. Killing people is an art, and torturing people is an art.

"Don't worry, after you die, I will definitely hang your body in Fengshadu for seven days, so that everyone can see what will happen if you provoke Fengshadu!" Mu Ben's cold eyes burst out with a hint of fanaticism, "It's over." ”

"Heh, in front of me, don't you think your Heavenly Dragon Palm is ridiculous!"

Roar!

The deafening roar of the dragon resounded in the sky, and the punishment that had been floating was like eight true dragons.

It was furious. There are even ignorant juniors shouting in front of it. It is the true verdict of the dragons!

Mu Ben's Yuan Li in the air froze, and he was surprised to find that his heart was actually frightened. His eyes shrank as he looked at the punishment of the eight true dragons, and he was speechless in astonishment! Is this true? How could there be such a spiritual treasure!

"Don't you call?" Lin Qin coiled around the eight dragons and walked slowly. Behind him, a bright and blazing dragon phantom slowly rose, and ancient Zen chanting sounded, like the inheritance of ancient rituals. He suddenly felt that his divine consciousness was enveloped by a blazing aura. The dragon emperor's initial coercion.

In an instant, Mu Ben's proud Heavenly Dragon Palm burst violently.

"How is it possible! What a weird demon spell!"

Mu Ben's body was pressed against the bluestone slab with the swept wind. The wind was dignified, Lin Qin held a punishment in his hand, and his voice was sacred and solemn, in stark contrast to the dark qi on his body.

"Give you the death penalty!"

There was a loud bang, and the blue family's mansion was blazing with golden light.