The wind rose, and her face was white.

Dounding as the year.

"Not self -raising!"

Yuemu was angry, a fingertips were folded, and the fingertips turned, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and the cloud chain of the seven locked in the sky was divided into a line, gathered into a thousand miles of cloud dragons. Sea tide. The white waves were shot until, and the twelve -handed long sword flew out.

A mountain and river umbrellas flew out, the umbrella bone was a knife, and the white waves rushed from it were split from it, divided into two, and ran to the Quartet.

The dragon tail swept, and the tail patted on the umbrella surface.

Looking out of Wangming, flying out.

Qu He appeared behind him, and unloaded most of them for him.

Qinghuai Yu went up from Wang Ming's vacancy, climbing up the dragon tail, anti -dragging ink knife, stepping on the dragon spine up, instantly reaching the dragon's head, jumping up, and the knife splashed a round circle in the air. Wanzhang Yunlong turbulent, the thick ink exploded in the dragon's head, and the sword was endless.

Mo Dao cut the head of the dragon, and the sword box returned to the front.

The repelled twelve -handle sword, together with the newly out of the twelve -handle sword, is divided into two glossy arcs, one left and right, and the spinning of the moon mother who controls Xuanyuan Yuheng.

Yuemu had to make a shot and hit two sword dragons.

The first sword, broken!

The second sword, broken!

The third sword, broken!

Native

Twenty -four swords collided with white jade -like palms, and they continued to break.

It wasn't until the moon mother in the state of anger, and the old cabinet really realized how dangerous and terrible the battle of Zuo Liangshi faced the ancient Yu outside the sky. The difference between the ancient gods who can really log in to the cloud in the cloud is like the difference between the cultivators and the mortal!

Twenty -four Mingyue swords were crushed, and the old seven of the high cabinet shocked the hematopoietic trace at the same time, and his body fell to the ground. After cutting the dragon's head, Qinghuai Yuyu flew like a swallow, rushing down from high altitude, holding his collar.

The moment Yue mother was forced by Gao Ruyuan's twenty -four bright moon swords, and the moment the sword was picked up, she was originally trapped by the cloud lock. She was bitten by the bird's neck. The sun on the back turned from red to a angry gold, and the crowns broke out.

The birds were shaking their wings, and they rose straight, and they kept loudly with the weird rhythm.

The corona seems to be invisible. If the tide is rolled, the weight of the sun wheel will increase again in an instant, as if to completely press the golden black into the bottom of the sea.

Singing the sun and the moon!

"It's so unpleasant, embarrassed?"

A dissatisfied voice sounded, and the elderly man who praised his father appeared at a high altitude, and the bloody ax was stunned by two winds.

"Go you!"

The big ax broke out, and at the same time nailed to the back of the bird. The heavenly soldier's blood ax is huge in the hands of God, but compared with the thousands of feet in the heavenly bird, it is as small as dust. But the dust was just nailed, and the singing bird's singing suddenly stopped. The angle of God's choice is extremely tricky. The blood ax is just stuck in the gap between the two bones. Each time the bird is exhaling, it will affect them to stir left and right in the joints.

Although not fatal, it is extremely annoying.

The birds rolled up at high altitude, stirred up a thousand miles of fire, and wanted to throw away the mosquitoes nailed to the back.

Yuemu charged Xuan Yuan Yuheng in one hand, closer to five fingers in one hand, and a sword at the old man of Ling Tiangong. The sword gas turned into a dark peak that was soaked in fierce. Fighting down the Gongli Bang. If he is in his hand, he may still learn the original Father's family and open the Tianshan Mountains. However, at this time, the blood ax was wrapped in the bird.

Either recall the flying ax, causing Jinwu to lose the opportunity to break free.

Either the flesh carried the mountain and made the flesh crushed into dust.

The sea of ​​clouds was turbulent, and the peaks fell.

Sword light.

The first line of golden light was from the bottom, and the black mountain cracked in half.

Jun Chang's only knife broke the peak, and kept going straight to the cloud lock. In the moment, he waved tens of millions of knives, gold was like a geese, and the geese lock! Three 80,000 -foot Yunlong locks were cut at the same time. Jin Wu's restraint went to half, and his body was suddenly light. It cried, struggling with drums.

The wings were swollen, and the two shackles collapsed again.

Jun Changwei was going to cut off the last cloud lock, and he heard the old Gong shouted: "Jun Old Ghost!"

A black shadow that covered the sky rushed to the sky, and the birds fell off the two blood axes, wrapped in a water vapor and fluttered to Jinwu again. When the two equally behearted god birds fought, their wings were like a long sword, and they were scratching the blade of the blade. The cloud is locked in front, and the wind blade is behind. Jun Changwei did not look back, and the Jinwao knife was launched.

A blood flower splashed on the sky.

God hit Jun Changwei's back, and the two were hit by the wind blade nearly a hundred miles together. Jun Changwei Jin Wuxing Sword in the void, forcibly stopped his body. He turned sharply and raised his chest armor into the old work that peeled off the pieces: "Hey! Die! I want to rely on it!"

"Pooh!"

Shengong spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the blood armor on the chest slowly moved, and slowly recovered. The wind blade of the godbird's fight can even be chopped. If it wasn't for God to stop Jun Wei, Jun Changwei had broken the corpse at this time.

"You still owe Lao Tzu's sword and bone, and the sky is fast! You will not die if you die!"

"Just die."

Jun Changwei threw him down below. In the final analysis, the people in Tiandongfu were just a group of refiners. It was too embarrassed to make a blacksmith on the battlefield. Jun Changwei waved his knife again and passed through the gap between the wind blade. He wanted to cut off the last cloud lock.

At the moment he moved, he suddenly felt his shoulders sank, like negative mountains.

He drank a loudly, crushed on his shirt, exposed his thin shoulders, and his muscles on his shoulders twisted. He picked up the heavy mountain, stood, and slowly turned. All the old Shanhai Pavilion was pressed down the sky a little, facing the moon mother and Huai Ningjun, leaving only him.

A bow.

A bow appeared in Huai Ningjun.