10,000 cold stars, I don't know if it's a sword or 10,000 swords?

It is not confined to a sword!

The Taoist asks for the sword at the heavenly canopy, asks the sword for the seniors, asks the sword for the heavenly sword, and asks the sword for the heavenly dao......

Taoists are constantly being cut down from the sky, seniors, heavenly swords, and heavenly daos, one question and one knife!

The injuries on the Taoist's body are getting worse and worse, but the Tao in front of him is getting clearer and clearer.

The knife of the golden swordsman is slashed in both virtual and real, one is immortal and one is killed, but he can't cut the life of the Taoist, not only because the life of the Taoist is hard, not only because the Taoist has a harder dog, but also because the Taoist is a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sage, the disciple of the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, and the entry has worshiped the Heavenly Dao, this kind of life is really not easy to cut.

There is only one knife left in the golden knife of slashing, and there is only one knife left in the purest one.

The battle of swords, the battle of swords, and the battle of swordsmanship, are also more pure.

When the sword is pure for the knife and the sword is pure for the sword, the purity of the sword and the way of the sword is reflected, and the purity of the way of the sword is reflected in the purity of the person who holds the way and the person who produces the sword.

Just purely, the golden swordsman is not as good as the jade ding, the words and deeds of the jade ding have been implemented with a sword for eight thousand years, and the golden swordsman has less meaning and more meaning.

So his knife is not pure enough, but he is one step ahead, and this step gives him the Tao of stepping on the jade tripod.

With the thirteen heavens, the twelve heavens can be pressed horizontally and vertically.

The powerful predecessors of the thirteen heavens by no means refer to the juniors who are older than the golden immortals of the twelve heavens.

"Boom ......"

The sky broke.

Thunderclouds rolling.

One by one, the supreme power opened his eyes.

Break the border!

Yuding is not confined to a sword, forgets himself to make a sword, and breaks his own realm.

Breaking the realm, it is never someone else who is broken, but yourself.

When asking about the sword, it is never someone else, but oneself.

Everything suddenly opened up, and his sword path was cleared.

In an instant, the entrance opened, and the original spirit traveled out of the world.

"Enough. ”

The golden knife man snorted, his face changed slightly, the golden knife was powerless to put down, and he was unwilling, but what could he do?

It was the saint who spoke up.

He said enough was enough.

The golden knife man put away his knife and wanted to leave, but was blocked by a young man.

"Give me back the gold bricks!"

Nezha stretched out his hand, he was really not afraid at all.

Bai Jing stood in the distance and did not speak.

The golden knife man slapped him in the face, he has never been a good type.

In the past, the Northwest Sea was prone to murder and murder, if he hadn't met Shi Ji, who was even more fierce than him, and was bullied and ruthless, the Taoist would never be so honest.

Today, he was first kicked up by an ant who didn't even have the qualifications to play a sword in front of him in the past, and then he was taught a lesson by the old man, and now even a little thing that hasn't grown hair dares to come to him to find it unhappy!

Is he really a vegetarian?

A slap in the face......

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the golden robe was shocked, his eyes were split, and he wanted to scold, but he didn't dare.

"Why should you be angry with a junior?"

The arm of the golden-robed Taoist calling to Nezha was entangled in the dust in the Taoist's hand, and two white-robed linen Taoists with kind eyebrows and kind eyes and hair like snow.

The golden-robed Taoist had a mouth full of blood, staring at the two Taoists and not speaking, unable to speak, and had nothing to say.

His primordial spirit was injured again, and it was not lightly injured.

"Master, Master!"

Nezha stepped on Hot Wheels and came to the two Taoists, and the two Taoists nodded.

The Antarctic Immortal Weng let go of the dust wrapped around the Taoist's arm and said, "Please return the things of the younger generation." ”

The situation is stronger than people, and the gold-robed Taoist throws out gold bricks.

Nezha's sharp eyes and hands quickly retracted.

The Antarctic Daoist still stared at the golden-robed Daoist kindly.

The golden-robed Taoist was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his mouth was full of fishy smell, his voice was hoarse, and he said word by word: "Don't deceive people too much!"

The Antarctic fairy Weng smiled silently.

Towards Song City, Shi Ji was silent for a moment, and waved his hand to throw two things.

Chaotian Aya was wrapped around the Qiankun circle and was thrown out by her.

Taiyi Zhenren waved the dust and took it away.

The Antarctic Immortal Weng stepped sideways, "Fellow Daoists, please." ”

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the golden-robed Taoist and staggered towards Chaoge.

The clouds behind him condensed, and the city under his feet was defeated, and he was the one who calculated this game.

He's too much of an eyesore.

From beginning to end, he was completely calculated, and he helped all the favors he could this time, and made Shi Ji bow his head once.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have let him go back.

Is he worth it?

The golden-robed Taoist vomited blood in grief.

What's all he's worth?