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The knife is like a tiger, and the person is like a peerless person.

"Come!"

Spit out thousands of miles like a tiger, the Taoist rose from the ground, dragging the golden knife thousands of miles away, and thousands of mountains and rivers were just a hand.

The negative sword Taoist has no two words, and his body rises like a sword torrent to the sky, catching up with the Taoist, and going straight to the sky with the Taoist.

Bai Jing Nezha glanced at each other, and flew up together, following the golden robe and Mai to a higher place in the sky.

The sword is like a needle, the sword intent is like a waterfall, and the two little teenagers are fighting in the torrent of Ling Chi's sword intent with the stinging sword.

The water lines in white clothes are constantly circulating, and the six-grade lotus flowers are turning endlessly.

They are still chasing farther and farther away.

The little boy in white stretched out a hand, and the little boy in red not far from him opened his mouth, the hot wheels rotated under his feet, approached the young man in white, and grabbed the young man's hand.

Jiang Ziya retracted his gaze, it was not his battlefield, let alone his world.

His battlefield is here, and his heaven and earth are on earth.

The mentality of the old man will no longer be unbalanced.

Because his state of mind is higher than that of most immortals.

The old man's mind was completely devoted to his own battlefield, and if he dispatched troops and commanders, no one here was his opponent.

At the curtain of the twelve heavens, the golden-robed Taoist slashed out with a knife, the heavy sky was divided into two, the blade broke the sky, he was already a swordsman, the first swordsman in heaven and earth, the master of the sword path, and the power of heaven and earth!

The Taoist Bai Hong, whose eyebrows flew and his temples were like swords, came out of the sheath, and a sword was handed out, and the sword that divided the heavy sky broke inch by inch, and a few hairs on the sideburns of the Taoist fell down, annihilating inch by inch.

"You've lost!"

The golden swordman asserts, as arbitrary as his sword.

"You're just one step ahead, and you're only one step ahead. ”

The Taoist said more than the people who spoke to him.

The golden knife man raised his eyebrows and sneered, "That poor Dao will tell you a truth today, one step ahead, the world is different, win one sword first, the knife is ahead, and you will die." ”

"Despite the knife. ”

"Good!"

The golden knife man didn't say much, the battle of the avenue did not allow him to show mercy, how about the saint's disciple, how about that old friend, if you want to step on his path, you must be prepared to die!

The golden knife guest rose to the sky in an instant, and the person was no longer in the twelve heavens, but in the thirteenth heaven, the golden knife guest body melted the thirteen heavens and slashed at the twelve heavenly dao people, the will of heaven is like a knife, the heavenly sword, there is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it......

The sword eyebrow Daoist did not hesitate, absolutely a sword, the peak sword intent of the twelve heavens was endowed with a sword, a sword out, such as the galaxy upside down, the Milky Way hanging upside down, the junction of the canopy, the sword clash, the bright sky never sleeps, and the stars fall like rain!

(Don't look at it below, replace it tomorrow)

"Come!"

Spit out thousands of miles like a tiger, the Taoist rose from the ground, dragging the golden knife thousands of miles away, and thousands of mountains and rivers were just a hand.

The negative sword Taoist has no two words, and his body rises like a sword torrent to the sky, catching up with the Taoist, and going straight to the sky with the Taoist.

Bai Jing Nezha glanced at each other, and flew up together, following the golden robe and Mai to a higher place in the sky.

The sword is like a needle, the sword intent is like a waterfall, and the two little teenagers are fighting in the torrent of Ling Chi's sword intent with the stinging sword.

The water lines in white clothes are constantly circulating, and the six-grade lotus flowers are turning endlessly.

They are still chasing farther and farther away.

The little boy in white stretched out a hand, and the little boy in red not far from him opened his mouth, the hot wheels rotated under his feet, approached the young man in white, and grabbed the young man's hand.

Jiang Ziya retracted his gaze, it was not his battlefield, let alone his world.

His battlefield is here, and his heaven and earth are on earth.

The mentality of the old man will no longer be unbalanced.

Because his state of mind is higher than that of most immortals.

The old man's mind was completely devoted to his own battlefield, and if he dispatched troops and commanders, no one here was his opponent.

At the curtain of the twelve heavens, the golden-robed Taoist slashed out with a knife, the heavy sky was divided into two, the blade broke the sky, he was already a swordsman, the first swordsman in heaven and earth, the master of the sword path, and the power of heaven and earth!

The Taoist Bai Hong, whose eyebrows flew and his temples were like swords, came out of the sheath, and a sword was handed out, and the sword that divided the heavy sky broke inch by inch, and a few hairs on the sideburns of the Taoist fell down, annihilating inch by inch.