Immortality Cultivation Era

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Tyler became tense for a moment, and rushed forward.

"Don't be impulsive, guys, don't be impulsive!"

At this point, Taylor already wanted to curse.

I know these **** are okay!

What's so special, the people who are Chinese cultivators of immortality are here to help if they don't fall, you don't need to ridicule the left sentence.

Alas, as far as you can go?

Can you be able to solve the light group that will be taken away from the heavenly gate when the gate of heaven is not widened?

How can someone in China be able to do that?

The strength is not as good as others, and you have to put on a posture that I don't need you, isn't it because you are not so pumping?

But even if he hated the prince so much, he really needs to use them right now. What if he really hits you and lives, what if he doesn't fall?

"You just let it go, otherwise, the old husband even packed up with you!" An Dingyuan snorted coldly, the sword shadow flickered in his eyes, and he was actually ascended once again, this time, even the prince standing in front of him, His face did not change, as if there was a hand invisible, which had strangled his throat!

Not to mention that with the prince, he came to cultivate a blood race that was not high enough. When An Tingyuan's momentum opened up, they were irresistible at all, and the face was originally pale. At this time, there was no blood, eyes. It was filled with fear.

This is the power of the immortal cultivator of Huaxia vast realm!

Who can stop?

The prince at the center of the storm took a deep breath.

"Ann ... Mr. An ..." Taylor forcibly squeezed the blood in his body and wanted to say something, but when he just spoke, the blood that had been squeezed out was spit out again, his eyes fluttered and he sang a loud laugh , Reached out and pulled him back.

"If you don't want to die, stand by me."

Tyler slowly returned to his senses, grinning bitterly, looking at Anding Yuan's back, his eyes revealing deep fear.

What kind of master is this?

Raising your hands and feet, you can make yourself feel such terrible pressure.

Fortunately, the other person's goal is not himself.

If Anding Yuan's goal is himself, I am afraid that he has already said goodbye to this wonderful world without waiting for the opponent?

He was still thinking about why Huaxia could kill the light masses that appeared in Tianmen, but they couldn't.

Now he understands it.

This is the gap in strength!

With a big wave of On Ding Yuan, the blood races around him were instantly overturned.

At this time, a sword Hong in Anding Yuan rushed towards the Prince.

The prince's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly raised his hands to deal with it. A blood mist shed from his body and instantly turned into countless bats.

"Huh, the eagle worm is a little trick, dare to be wanton?" An Dingyuan sighed, Jian Hong rose into the sky, turned into Dao Jianyu, and crushed all the bats transformed by the blood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Prince's body quickly retreated, and his face showed a fluke look, as if he felt that he had survived the calamity.

But all this is just the beginning, not the end.

I saw An Dingyuan raising his right hand and pinching a sword tactic. At that moment, the sword rains reunited again, condensed into a sword, and rushed towards the Prince again, and there was an immortal posture.

The Prince was terrified! Originally, he was thinking that the bat he had coagulated himself had already offset the sword qi, but he did not expect that the other party could coagulate again.

The seeds are buzzing.

And at this time.

The sword is still sweeping wildly, like a giant, enough to devour everything. The prince retreats, looks very embarrassed, and not to mention the Qin king, even Taylor and others, as a bystander, are extremely dangerous. The only feeling was that even if the Prince died in the hands of Anding Yuan in the next second, there was nothing surprising.

Suddenly, the sword qi that had swept over the Prince disappeared instantly.

The Prince froze slightly, then laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! Are you Chinese cultivator, can you just bear that?"

Obviously he escaped by chance, but gave him a sense of stability.

No one knows where the self-confidence comes from.

An Dingyuan sneered. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Prince who was nearly twenty meters away with him. He slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lightened it, and took a sip.

"No rush, let the bullets fly for a while."

Everyone looked puzzled.

Gao Ge smiled on his face.

And the code is the old abbot Dragon patriarch, they may not be able to perceive it now.

But Gao Ge and Anding Yuan have one thing in common.

That is……

Both are sword repairs!

Because of this.

Gao Ge is very clear that the sword qi previously played by An Dingyuan did not dissipate, but was still pervading all around and was about to move.

When the cigarette held in Andingyuan's hand was drawn to the second puff, Andingyuan moved.

At his feet, a little violently, suddenly a gust of wind howled.

Suddenly, a plume of sword gas fell like a meteor, falling from all directions towards the Prince.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Facing the sword-like qi, the prince could barely parry it at first, but soon, he could only be beaten passively.

Skeins of sword gas left scars on the prince's body, and blood splatters.

Anding Yuan, like a spectator, just smoking a cigarette and admiring this good show.

From the prince's mouth, a scream of screams was made continuously.

At the same time, it seemed as if he could hear the scream of a bat.

Gao Ge and others all watched quietly, but Taylor was already a bit suffocated.

"Lord Gao, let's just forget it. If he goes on like this, he will have to die here!"

Gao Ge glanced at him and sneered, "What does it have to do with me if he doesn't die?"

"If he dies, we won't find that blood race!"

"If you can't find it, you can't find it. What does it have to do with us?"

Taylor was bitter inside.

In fact, what Gao Ge said now is all facts.

If you can't find the blood race, the one who suffers first will not fall.

Maybe it will also affect the pond fish, but that is the future. Maybe at that time, Huaxia can still kill the other party?

Without falling into the country, it will be a victim.

Gao Ga sighed at Tyler's ugly face.

"Relax, he can't die."

"what?"

"If Senior An really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be facing Jianqi now." Gaoge sneered.

Just a prince.

Even you can solve it yourself.

Now that we have to cooperate with the other party, we must take the lead. This is the fastest way to gain leadership.

Not convinced?

Conquer!