Eternal Gate

"To your sister."

Zhao Yun shouted loudly and opened his eyes for a moment.

At the same instant, he forcibly performed the Tianwu momentum and shattered the ice.

Well...!

The mage was caught off guard and knocked out.

His face changed suddenly and it was also incredible.

Special.

Where's the Tianwu aura from the Little True Spirit Realm?

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun followed like a shadow, caught up with him in one step, and grabbed one arm of the mage. Then, his waist and horse joined together, and he smashed up and hit the ground fiercely. He used all his energy to suckle. Absolutely enough.

boom!

This boom is still very pleasant.

The seven meat and eight elements that the master was dumped, if it is the Ksitigarbha cultivation base, it is nothing. The problem is that it is the Xuanyang cultivation base at this moment, and it is also the Xuanyang flesh body. He is not good at fighting, and the flesh is in a mess. Such a fall, really A sour and cool.

"Laugh, make you laugh."

Zhao Yun showed great power, and his true essence surged wildly.

Without any secret magical powers, he stubbornly pulled the mage's arm and threw it for his life, in a posture that wouldn't be the end if he didn't throw this stuff into a lump.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Never give this guy a chance to breathe.

The most embarrassing thing is Feng Wu, who also broke the ice, carrying the killing sword, stepped forward a few times, and shot a few times, but all returned. I don’t know where to start. I’m not afraid of not having enough power. It was embarrassing to hurt Zhao Yun.

"How can there be such a strong force."

The mage was shocked and coughed up blood.

Zhao Yun's power refreshed his most shocking bottom line.

"We have a unicorn arm."

This will be Zhao Yun's answer.

The unicorn totem on the left arm has been portrayed, and it is full of powerful forces. It is very tyrannical. With the holy method of fighting, and with the wrestling, the truth really complements each other.

what....!

The mage howled angrily, and the true essence rolled out, shaking Zhao Yun forcibly.

"Damn, you really deserve it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yun deceived himself like a ghost.

The mage is not good at close combat, so close combat is a set of holy methods of combat.

The mage was dumbfounded again.

Playing support is a must, close combat ability, a mess.

Also weird people have limited energy and can only focus on one category.

Like the previous exudation of recklessness, I specialize in physical and close combat.

And like a mage, he specializes in the art of the other side.

Taking care of both, I am afraid that neither of them will be able to cultivate the essence. Not everyone is as enchanting as Zhao Yun, who has the talent to guard against the sky, but can do multiple tasks.

"Laugh, make you laugh."

Zhao Yun tugged another arm of the mage and fell towards death.

puff! puff!

Zhao Yun is very natural, and the picture is very bloody. He coughed up blood from the peak of Xuanyang, and the body protector was broken. The whole body was painful, mainly the head, buzzing, and it was indistinguishable. all directions.

Gudong!

Feng Wu swallowed a mouthful of water.

The first time I saw Zhao Yun used all her strength, she was really overbearing. She was supposed to be a supporter, but she became a spectator, she couldn't get her hands in, or Zhao Yun didn't dare to relax a little bit.

Once distanced by him, they were still abused.

In this way, one can only fight in close hands, without giving the mage a chance to cast the seal, unable to perform the spell, and cannot seal, even at the peak of Xuanyang, it is also a living target.

The current situation of the war clearly demonstrates this truth.

Naturally, Zhao Yun's combat power cannot be ignored.

If it were replaced with a general five-layer true spirit, most of it would have been shaken apart by the mage.

In terms of cultivation, Zhao Yun is not as good as a master.

But in terms of close combat and physical strength, Zhao Yun is stronger than the mage.

"Dead, he must die."

Zhao Yun’s eyes are like torches, blood burning like flames, the more fierce the Vietnam War, and the more powerful one blow is than one blow. The mage knows his identity, then he has no reason to retreat. It doesn’t matter if he leaves, the Zhao family can’t leave. A statue of Xuanyang peak, or Ji Zang's eye, the Zhao family will not think about peace.

what....!

The mage roared again.

He should have moved the forbidden law, the true yuan became black, and once again shaken Zhao Yun.

"Die!"

After a short breath, the mage pinched Yin Jue.

Between the heavens and the earth, there was a violent gust of wind, there was a sword roaring, and there was also freezing. In addition, the earth was cracked, and the trees and vines rose from the ground. There is no shortage of stone war spears. Hit, and ended Zhao Yun.

"Forget me?"

Feng Wu let out a cold call, and hit it with a sword.

This sword may not have much power, but it interrupted the master's Indian style.

"roll."

The mage yelled and turned the phoenix dance with a palm.

Whoosh!

Without waiting for him to set up the seal, Zhao Yun arrived again, and roared in front of him.

"There are still martial arts..."

The mage snorted and stepped back. He was caught off guard by Zhao Yun's voice and roared. When he opened his eyes, he saw three throwing knives, all of which were hung with spells, properly thunder light spells, and they were exploded. open.

Well...!

The mage was dazzled, and his eyes were darkened.

"Come on, continue."

As he retreated, a large warm hand grabbed his wrist again.

boom! boom! boom!

Then, there was such a sound.

The young master Zhao’s throwing skills are still very urinary. The earth trembles greatly. Every time he hits, the mage coughs up blood; every time he hits, Feng Wu’s cautious liver trembles. If it were her, most of it has been Fell to ashes.

This shows that:

Xuanyang pinnacle-level mage is also capable enough to carry it.

After being thrown by Zhao Yun so many times, he still has the strength to howl.

This battle is still very interesting.

All are Wu Xiu.

A Xuanyang-level mage.

A true spirit class fighter.

There is no secret technique, the style of play is the most primitive throwing man.

In Feng Wu's view, the mage should be very melancholy. It's not that he doesn't want to use the secret technique, but the opponent didn't give him a chance. He shakes Zhao Yun several times, but Zhao Yun sticks it like a dog skin plaster again and again. difficult.

Roar! Roar!

In the battle, there were more vigorous dragons.

It was the dragon yin and the tiger roar. Whether it was throwing people or fighting, the spirit of the martial arts became sound waves. The roaring mage's head was about to split, and his spirit was severely damaged time and time again.

Zheng! boom!

The two cooperated tacitly.

When Zhao Yun retreats, Feng Wu will go up for the first time.

what....!

The roar of the mage is more angry.

Jizo! There is a lack of exercises, one day Xuanyang, one day Jizo.

Unfortunately, he ran into Zhao Yun in the Xuanyang realm.

This young master of the Zhao family is really an animal.

"it's over."

Zhao Yun shouted loudly, and fell off for the last time.

This time, the blood was dazzling.

It was only because of the place where Zhao Yun fell, that the Long Yuan sword was erected there with the sword tip facing upwards. This was because he used the Soul Guardian sword with one heart and two for this blow when he fell.

puff!

The mage who fell down was pierced with a sword from his back to his chest.

The heart vein broke on the spot.

Now, the whole world is quiet.

The mage was stuck on the Dragon Abyss sword, his hands and legs were weakly slumped, and his expression was gloomy. He was originally in the Ksitigarbha realm, but after descending the rank, he was also the peak of Xuanyang. He was actually cut off by a true spirit realm. Since being bullied by Zhao Yun, he didn't use a secret technique when he arrived. He was too arrogant and underestimated the young master of the Zhao family. He dug such a big hole and buried himself alive.

puff!

Zhao Yun spouted blood, half kneeling on the ground.

He was very fierce and fierce, but he was also seriously injured. He was shaken off a few times and almost fell apart. Feng Wu was miserable enough. His body was stained with blood and he couldn't stand still.

However, the record is still very gratifying.

The two of them worked together and stunned to destroy a Xuanyang peak.

Sometimes, surprise attacks can really do amazing things.

If, open arms head-on fight, they are far from their opponents.

"go."

After resting for only three or five seconds, Zhao Yun staggered to his feet.

Before leaving, he also took away all the belongings of the mage and destroyed his body by the way.

Next month.

The two staggered and swayed, supporting each other.

"Tonight, I know you again."

Feng Wu looked sideways several times. Don’t look at Zhao Yun’s face full of blood, but with a touch of moonlight, it is still very magical. Since ancient times, beautiful women love heroes. Today Zhao Yun is a hero. Among his peers, this one should be the strongest. one of.

"Let's go home!"

Zhao Yun coughed up blood and said something seriously.

Think about it. Since I left the ancient city of Forgotten, I was chased and killed first, and then jumped into the pit. The journey has not yet reached the general level. There are so many bird things. I am afraid that I will be on the road without waiting for the hard prison. It's better to get together.

"You promised me."

"Tomorrow, let's go separately, what is your bad luck!"

"You are the hapless kid."

With a quarrel, the two went out of the valley

Behind the valley is the mountain forest, even though the stars are all over the sky tonight, it is still dim.

"almost."

Tonight's Moon God seems to be not sleepy, especially leisurely.

Since Zhao Yun and Fengwu entered this valley, she woke up and sat on the moon with her cheeks in her hands. She was bored and seemed to be waiting for something.

Wait what! Wait for the fragrant. Yan scene.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the mountain forest, Zhao Yun sprayed blood. Perhaps he was hurt too badly, and was shocked too badly. His brain was dizzy, and his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. The whole body was burning like flames, and his blood was sprayed. Zhang, the whole body is steaming hot, there is such a strange evil fire, which is rushing upwards, turning into a kind of... the most primitive and most difficult desire.

His sobriety is gradually being overwhelmed.

On his side, Feng Wu is more abnormal than him, sweaty, and his hands are not very honest, touching his body randomly, sometimes, there is a sweet chant, Xu is too hot, the outermost dress, Most of it has been removed by her.

Look at her beautiful eyes, watery, and Lingche hazy.

"The Bliss Flower."

Zhao Yun staggered, supported a big tree, and shook his head fiercely. The valley was full of bliss flowers. Even if he held his breath, he still inhaled a lot of pollen and blended into his blood. He had a magical effect of bliss. War, without noticing it, now some kind of medicinal power has gradually emerged.

"The spring night... is worth a thousand dollars."

Moon God laughed and groaned, his beautiful eyes gleaming.

In the middle of the night, there is nothing to do, it's good to watch a live broadcast.

Zhao Yun glanced at her.

I don't know if it is because the Moon God is too beautiful or the medicine is too powerful, this goddess Ming, named Xiu'er, looks much better than before in his eyes at this moment.

"It depends on what I do."

Moon God's eyes slanted.

No, there is a ready-made one next to it, just like you.

What are you two, just right.

And this **** will be a loyal spectator.