Blossoming green lotus, petals are crystal clear, ice carved jade, exuding a mysterious atmosphere that makes you intoxicated.\\

If you see this green lotus in person, you will want to play with it in your hands, and you can't put it down.

But at this moment, only Ding Yinglong understands best that this seemingly beautiful green lotus is actually a killing weapon, its appearance seems to be clear, but in fact it is powerful!

Even if "immovable as a mountain" is a more mysterious magic technique, it is also beaten by the green lotuses one by one. It was as if it had been blown up on it, and it couldn't stop bursting.

Ding Yinglongshen is solemn, and there is a hidden panic. is the same as Tan Weiran's speculation, at Ding Yinglong's age, with this kind of cultivation, the amount of Jing blood that can be saved will definitely be very limited.

Generally speaking, how to use each drop of Jing blood is often calculated and distributed. How much life-saving jing blood a martial artist leaves depends on each consideration, however, generally speaking, it is related to the age of cultivation, etc., and the spirit travel realm often leaves only one drop of jing blood, and more than three drops.

I didn't get into it to save as much blood as Tan Weiran, and I didn't get into it to save as hard as him. Tan Weiran is purely due to his own age and cultivation, which leads to the phenomenon that Jing blood is temporarily nowhere to be used, and there is a short-term surplus.

This is a unique phenomenon, and the only time, even if it is not discussed, is categorically unlikely to happen in the future.

At this moment, without Jing blood, it means that the life is shaking.

The intermittent four green lotus breathing techniques make Tan Weiran feel like a god descending to earth, like an endless green lotus, making him daunting.

Wrapped in an immovable defense, Ding Yinglong was so choked that he was about to vomit blood, but Tan Weiran was cold and casual for a while. When the breath of immobility like a mountain swayed and showed a momentum of disintegration, Tan Weiran raised his head and slowly raised a finger!

The familiar action made Ding Yinglong instinctively let out a deafening howl of pain: "No!"

Ding Yinglong didn't even have time to think about why Tan Weiran was able to exert his magical powers again in a short period of time. You know, this is the third time in a short period of time.

Of course, Ding Yinglong didn't know that refining the Divine Pill could quickly nourish the divine soul, and it was more valuable than all the people who thought it. It's just that there are three fossils before that, and this thing is really not uncommon.

When "immovable as a mountain" was about to dissipate, Tan Weiran pointed at the flower, and his voice was sonorous: "Failure to warp the machine!"

A "immovable mountain" that was about to dissipate suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, and the Opportunity Distortion Technique instantly invaded, and Ding Yinglong's face was suddenly distorted.

The last drop of Jing blood left will either stimulate Jing blood to nourish the soul and exert "immovable as a mountain" to compete. Or just ...... This time, Ding Yinglong swallowed his anger and roared wildly: "If you don't talk about it, you will rest...... I want to ......" The whistle of the sonic boom gradually slowed down and became low, and it was suddenly frozen.

A trick of distortion was unleashed, and the talk of the god did not change, but in fact, he secretly held a handful of cold sweat. At this time, it was like riding a roller coaster, first shocked and then overjoyed: "Ding Yinglong, you probably don't know the way yet, from this time, you are finished." ”

"Because, you've missed the only chance to live. Tan Weiran was categorical: "From now on, you just have more life-saving hole cards, escape hole cards, and it is meaningless." ”

It is clearer than talking about it, even if there is the replenishment of the Refining God Pill and the Living Tiger Pill, in the short period of the battle, the large consumption of the Divine Soul and the Wood Body Wheel Jing Qi has also reached the point where it is about to be overdrawn, and it cannot be replenished.

Of course, you can also consume jing blood to replenish and renew your combat power.

In fact, if you can consume less Jing blood, it is naturally impossible to talk about it. But if you can get the Silence Chapter, it doesn't matter how much Jing blood is consumed. What he was really worried about was that this blow warping technique was just stuck in a rhythm gap.

From the moment Ding Yinglong cast the eighth-order talisman, he fell into the rhythm of talking about the future.

Let's see that it is a series of untimely distortion techniques, Qinglian Breath Technique, the purpose of which is to consume Ding Yinglong's Jing blood and divine soul. In the final analysis, it is to disintegrate Ding Yinglong's defensive power.

"Immovable as a mountain" can faintly overcome the "Failure Distortion Technique", as long as Ding Yinglong can still urge the supernatural powers, no matter how powerful the "Failure Distortion Technique" is, it is useless.

The seventh-order magic robe was broken, the golden body was not to worry about, and the divine soul had been consumed again and again in the confrontation of the "Dead Machine Distortion Technique". Ding Yinglong's powerful defensive and self-protection ability has basically been disintegrated.

Only by dismantling these powerful defenses layer by layer can we create a chance to kill with one hit.

Sensing the surprise in Ding Yinglong's eyes, he hid his true confidence in the coldness of Tan Weiran: "Ding Yinglong, I know that you must not believe it, thinking that I am talking big." Actually, you're really missing the only opportunity. ”

"Because, you've fallen into the rhythm of my battle. Tan Weiran's voice was like steel: "You will find that you don't even have a chance to reach out." ”

The hair on Ding Yinglong's face was visible, and his expression was distorted, as if there was a different kind of anger and fear in his eyes.

At this time, Ding Yinglong, who was trapped in a space, vaguely figured it out, and shouted in his heart: "It turns out that he has been gathering momentum, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow......"

Ding Yinglong was full of sadness and found that he, like Tan Weiran, was most worried about what would happen in this decisive battle, that is, the other party escaped!

He wanted to paralyze Tan Weiran, so as not to run away. And Tan Weiran is also paralyzing him, and he doesn't want to scare him away. It's just that he is far from being as good as talking about Weiran, and he is not doing it thoroughly.

I didn't talk about hiding hole cards. A six-rank demon beast, a cloud seal piercing technique, and even stumbling on his hands, would rather be in danger, but he has never been exposed.

The tone of the "broken ......" is melodious, and little by little, all the space debris pours into the "black hole".

Ding Yinglong opened his mouth to laugh, but he only opened his mouth and spurted blood: "Doppelganger Jinqiao ......"

A phantom figure peeled out of its body and dissipated with its main injuries. Almost at the same time, Tan Weiran urged an overdraft of jing, solemnly: "Qinglian breath technique!"

Ding Yinglong's secret technique clone, the Golden Bridge General, was about to eliminate the main injury, and he was severely injured by a Qinglian Breath Technique, and his body sprayed blood and flew out.

Although the injury was not light and his face was pale, Ding Yinglong's eyes were full of excitement, and he was shocked: "Ha Luha, talk about it, you are simply bullshit, I don't have a chance, isn't it my ...... now?"

The sound stopped abruptly and disappeared abruptly!

Ding Yinglong's words could no longer be said in his mouth, just because he saw it...... A touch of mysterious and noble purple sè!

A silent purple sè glowed like lightning, piercing through the empty earth, and the brilliance of a moment went straight to the top of the sky, and the overwhelming momentum was about to beat the capital through.

A dazzling purple light fell vertically from the early fall. When the purple sè landed, hundreds of millions of glows enveloped the earth, forming a very beautiful scene, reflecting the whole world like the sky.

"No!"

In the purple mist, Ding Yinglong's figure writhed vaguely in it, bursting out with the most powerful aura, struggling in it, letting out a hysterical roar! The roar shook into the sky, and it looked even more poignant like a ghost.

In this meeting, he has fallen into passivity, and Tan Weiran deliberately controlled him all the way out of the enchantment range.

What a beautiful purple sè!

The domineering purple sè spoke in all directions, destroying the mountains and rivers within a radius of 200 zhang, forming a big pit of hundreds of zhang.

is worthy of Ding Yinglong's most feared ...... Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword, Fifty Percent Sword Spirit!

Take a closer look, the light curtain of the forbidden magic weapon is already behind Tan Weiran at some point. It's not far, but it's right behind you.

A smile bloomed at the corner of Tan Weiran's mouth, and he shook his body and stepped forward like a ghost: "The forbidden enchantment really restrained my sword spirit, but sometimes, there are people who want to enter the world, and the world is very small, and the enchantment is very large. ”

"Actually, the world realm is very large, and the enchantment realm is very small. That's a return to normal. ”

Ding Yinglong was dying, his eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, and when he suddenly fell, he suddenly turned over and moved, and the sensational octagonal hammer fist was smashed to the ground: "Talk about it, you shouldn't get close to me!"

At this moment, Ding Yinglong's heart was occupied by a boundless ecstasy. Fortunately, he still had a drop of jing blood to save his life, but fortunately, Tan Weiran came over recklessly, and the melee combat he had been longing for finally appeared at this time.

It's time to turn the tables around! Ding Yinglong is categorical, and has a kind of ecstasy of turning over and escaping death.

The octagonal hammer that is determined to be obtained, combined with the terrifying sixty percent of the physical strength, explodes!

Tan Weiran smiled and groaned, and unexpectedly stretched out his hand to a little void, and a ripple spread rapidly: "Bad Machine Distortion Technique!"

"Ding Yinglong, I said that when you fall into my rhythm, there is no chance, then there is no chance. ”

Ding Yinglong's face was as dead as ashes, his eyes were desperate, his divine soul power had already been exhausted, and the last drop of Jing blood was used to save his life, and there was simply not enough divine soul power to resist the Immortal Twisting Technique.

"Shattered!"

Tan Weiran smashed the space debris into Ding Yinglong's body with a single thought, and Ding Yinglong almost had the fiercest light and despair, revealing a hysterical and crazy sè: "Die with me......"

Tan Weiran stepped forward lightly: "I knew that you would die crazy!"

"Dirt and Dirt!"

Tan Weiran's punch is volleyed, full of a sense of richness, like a mountain that has remained unchanged for many years, a kind of vicissitudes of life.

The boom was really as shocking as a pneumatic mountain and river, and Ding Yinglong's chest was completely dilapidated on the spot, and he was completely lifeless.

The brilliance in Ding Yinglong's eyes dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looked at Tan Weiran in shock, how could he not believe that what he saw was a fist: "Is it a fist?" After saying just three words, his face was covered with blood.

"It's not long since it was condensed. Tan Weiran said frankly.

After condensing his fists, he still didn't lead to it, and he pressed such a deep hole card! If there was no accident of banning magic weapons, Tan Weiran would not be afraid of his so-called melee combat at all.

Ding Yinglong was dim, full of a strange light, and looked at the conversation.

Gradually turn gray and lose all your face!

!