Liu Pian's situation was dangerous in an instant.

The fat man and Fang Wenwen who were watching the game were also nervous, and the spectators next to them were also a little nervous.

Qian Mingyue was even more silver teeth biting her lips, although they all knew that Liu Pian would not be without a backhand, but they were still shocked by such a fight.

Liu Pian looked at the attacks from all directions and felt the madness in this aura.

The body swirled slightly, a blood-colored lotus gently wrapped Liu Pian, and the pieces of lotus flowers formed pieces of murderous aura, Liu Pian's body twisted, and the blood-colored lotus flower turned around, and the complete murderous aura enveloped the audience.

The four swords retreated quietly.

The huge Kunpeng was hit by hundreds of knives in an instant, and there was no part of his body that was not broken.

A small bell fell into a woman's hand, and with a slight flick of the bell, a Kunpeng reappeared, but it had become an illusory color.

The blood flashed and disappeared, but it still did not relieve such an offensive.

The blood dragon shattered, and the blood knife, with a wail, flew back into Liu Pian's hand.

Liu Pian clenched the knife, and countless blood-colored lights appeared on his body, turning into a huge thin tornado, fast, with the tip of the knife as the head of the tornado, it suddenly pierced into the huge black tiger composed of countless sharp blades.

The Kunpeng turned into two wings and floated on the body of the huge black tiger, but now it reminded Liu Pian of an idiom to add wings to the tiger.

A tiger with four wings, swaying in the wind and thunder.

The huge black viper bit towards the whirlwind that Liu Pian had formed.

It was cut in half at once, and then a golden hand appeared from the whirlwind, and with a slight wave, a blood-colored murderous aura, and a man with a cold face was directly knocked into the abyss of the Dao platform.

The huge tornado made of thousands of blood-colored murderous qi collided with the black tiger in an instant.

For a moment, Liu Pian didn't know how many knives he came out, only knew that his sea of blood was going to be empty and then it would expand, so Liu Pian stopped.

Above the ground, there was a broken ground.

A group of tiny wings whined softly, and three people next to them had passed out on the ground.

The knife in Liu Pian's hand also has some slight cuts, and there are many wounds on his body made of small wind blades.

However, Liu Pian still had these four swords in front of him.

Liu Pian's brows furrowed slightly.

The four swords, turned into one, and when they separated again, they had already arrived at Liu Pian's side, and the sword was like a streamer.

In an instant, he approached Liu Pian's four death holes.

Liu Pian waved his hands, the golden Buddha light surged, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, his fingers turned into phantoms, and the sound of the dragon elephant continued.

The four sword cultivators glanced at each other, and with a wave of the sword trick in their hands, the four swords sounded with a gust of wind

The four swords disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye, and the "Sword Technique is called the Invisible Sword Technique".

Fang Wenwen said in the distance.

The fat man rubbed his eyes, and the blood-colored light appeared, and he saw four small rays of light, constantly hovering along Liu Pian's body, which was very weird.

The fat man looked at Fang Wenwen, Fang Wenwen said, "It's a small way, but it's a little weird"

The fat man was angry and didn't know what to say, "Isn't this equivalent to saying nothing?"

The fat man looked at Fang Wenwen, but Fang Wenwen made a gesture with an expression that you don't want to make a fuss about, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, the fat man really wanted to imprint a few fist marks on his face.

However, the four swords, the four invisible swords, were firmly clamped by one of Liu Pian's hands, and with a slight twist, the collision between the swords and the swords made a sound of gold and iron rubbing.

Bang bang bang

Four broken swords appeared, Liu Pian waved his hand casually, and the four of them also moved straight into the abyss outside the cliff.

In the audience, no one was still standing, except for Liu Pian.

At this time, this action is long to say, but it is fast.

The majestic voice came again, and at this time, the majestic voice also became very low, "White Stone Blood City, Liu Piansheng"

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In the endless palace, a woman in white clothes turned her head slightly, her face was ordinary, very ordinary, but when she looked at his eyes, she couldn't help but fall into it, her face was not pale but an almost transparent white, and blood was gently circulating on her skin.

This person is not beautiful, but his temperament is very unique in the world.

She is that Zhou Yuanchen, known as the most talented woman in the past thousand years.

She turned around because there was a man beside her, and it was a woman.

The woman glanced at Zhou Yuanchen and said in a low voice, "Liu Pian has won again"

Zhou Yuanchen turned around, where there happened to be a mirror, she waved her hand, her fingers can be called Qianqian jade fingers, as if they were carved from beautiful jade.

Zhou Yuanchen didn't speak, and gently wiped it towards the mirror, the original ordinary mirror turned into a spiritual weapon on it, and the scene on it was Liu Pian's battles, but the speed was extremely fast.

Zhou Yuanchen's face had no expression, and with a wipe of his sleeve, this room that was almost the point of white Dao became the same color as the original, and it was no different.

Zhou Yuanchen looked at the woman.

The woman suddenly broke out in a cold sweat in the cold room, and kept staining almost the floor.

Zhou Yuanchen still didn't speak, but closed his eyes and turned his head.

The woman, kowtowing slightly, still left slowly and carefully.

Inside the room, there was only Zhou Yuanchen and a mirror.

At this time, a voice came almost from the far north, and it seemed to frostbite people's souls.

"I don't like this mirror anymore"

The voice is soft.

The mirror disappeared in an instant, and not even a trace of powder remained.

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When Liu Pian looked at Liu Pian with the mirror around Yuanchen, there was a chill in his heart, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the highest peak, and there was nothing on the peak, but the chill in Liu Pian's heart was getting stronger and stronger, just like putting Liu Pian in the ice water in the extreme north.

Liu Pian wanted it when the chill was at its deepest, and took a knife to cut up the mountain.

But this chill came quickly, and it went quickly, but Liu Pian can never forget it.

Liu Pian suddenly thought of a name at this time, this name had almost no challenge, and there was no question about directly arranging her in a decisive battle.

She is Zhou Yuanchen.

Liu Pian now remembers the name.

Because of the loneliness in the chill and the lifeless breath of silence, the breath is not like a person, but a bit like the cold ice, and it is the ice that has been in the magma for thousands of years, and it will not melt even if it is placed in the magma.