Immortality Cultivation Era

Yue Xincheng took a deep breath and stood firm.

He looked up and looked up at the top. At the same time, holding the arm of the dragon knife, the twisted blue veins of the root seemed to be like a dragon.

"What do you want to do with this kid?" Xia Shengtang was shocked.

"Hard steel." Gao Ge said quietly.

In the end, I met with Yue Xincheng for so many years.

He could not know what Yue Xincheng wanted to do.

Xia Shengtang coughed.

"Let's do it?"

"Don't worry." Gao Ge smiled.

"Well?" Xia Sheng Tang Yiyi, wondering, "I didn't say it before, as long as the situation is not good, will we immediately take the shot?"

"But, I think the current situation is not bad." Gao Ge calmly said.

Xia Shengtang: "..."

Now the thinking of young people is really difficult to understand...

The white-shirt man standing on the treetop saw the reaction of Yue Xincheng at this time, and his face was also sneer, as if he had already won the game.

Jinlong fell at a very fast speed.

"I don't know how to live." The white man patted his own clothes and turned his face to watch the song.

With a triumphant smile on his face.

It seems to be telling Gaoge in this way.

I won this game.

However, when he came into contact with the high-profile, he suddenly wrinkled his eyes.

The other slowly raised his hand.

then.

Put a **** on him.

"Is this laughing at me?" The white man whispered to himself.

Then he turned his face and looked at Yue Xincheng.

He was surprised to find that the dragon knife in the hands of Yue Xincheng was even plated with a layer of silver awn at this moment.

"This is... knife?"

At this moment, the white-shirt man was stunned.

"how is this possible?"

Although he is not a knife, his heart is equally clear that it is very difficult for a knife to condense.

Moreover, when he saw the dragon knife in the hands of Yue Xincheng, he also felt a huge pressure.

This knife is extremely overbearing.

"Give me down!"

With a loud drink from the mouth of Yue Xincheng, he stepped on his feet and the body rushed to the sky.

Golden Dragon roars.

Yue Xincheng, also growled.

"Boom".

The dragon knife held in the hand of Yue Xincheng collided with the dragon soul.

At this moment, the picture seems to have been fixed.

One person, one dragon soul, just hung in the air.

A wave of anger, centered on the two, spread toward the surrounding.

The woods creaked like rain.

at last.

The picture moved.

The body of Yue Xincheng continued to pull up.

The speed is extremely slow.

But they can clearly see that the expression on Yue Xincheng’s face is gradually becoming paralyzed.

Everyone in the Stars is looking at Yue Xincheng with incredible eyes.

At this moment, Yue Xincheng is like a **** of war.

Do not.

He is the **** of war!

"Give me broken!"

Another anger.

Yue Xincheng speeded up.

That dragon soul is being swallowed by the dragon knife in the hands of Yue Xincheng.

"Stop, stop!"

The white-shirt man is like crazy, squatting toward Yue Xincheng.

Yue Xincheng is in vain.

Seeing the white-shirt man rushing toward himself, Yue Xincheng sneered, and speeded up again.

Finally, before the arrival of the white man, he crushed the dragon soul directly.

The dragon soul did not dissipate in this way, but turned into a golden thread, dancing in the air, and finally, all of them merged into the dragon knife of the silver mans in the hands of Yue Xincheng, such as Baichuan into the sea.

When the white man came to the front, Yue Xincheng laughed a little and stepped on it, just stepping on the chest of the white man.

Both of them fell from the sky at the same time.

The sound of "砰" slammed on the ground, and there was a dusty flight.

Yue Xincheng bowed his head and looked at the white-shirt man who was stepping on his feet.

"I said, you can't do it." Yue Xincheng said seriously.

White shirt man: "..."

He opened his mouth and vomited blood.

Yue Xincheng moved his feet and measured the dragon knife in his hand.

I always feel that this knife seems to be a little heavier.

"No boring." After he finished, he put away the dragon knife and looked at the song.

"Do you want to kill this person directly?"

Going high, he reached out and reached out and punched his fist in his chest.

"excellent."

Yue Xincheng smiled.

Defeat the white man.

Kill the dragon soul.

For Yue Xincheng, there is no sense of accomplishment.

But when he was praised by Gaoge, he was a little bit flustered.

Everyone in Xiu Xianjie thinks about becoming stronger.

Some people become stronger and think that they are no longer subject to people.

Some people become stronger in order to humiliate others.

Others have become stronger to protect the people around them.

And Yue Xincheng.

He sharpened his head and wanted to improve his strength. In fact, the purpose has always been simple.

I only thought that one day, I could hold the dragon knife in my hand, stand beside the singer, fight side by side, and advance and retreat together.

Now, he is one step closer to his goal.

"You lost." Gao Ge went to the white shirt man and said, "Look, the deputy lord of our Stars is only the master of the sect, but you are still not his opponent, let alone the cultivation of the great master. What about?"

Wang Xiaofeng, who heard this sentence, was depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

He is also a cultivator in the realm of a great master.

But before the white-shirt man released the dragon soul, he was a bit chilly.

He knew very well that if the target of the Dragon Soul impact was his own.

I am afraid that I will die very badly, and even the first wave can't resist.

For the first time, he felt that there was such a big gap between the master and the master.

The white man is more depressed.

There are also several great masters who have died in his hands.

He did not expect that this time he would lose in the hands of a cultivator in the realm of a master.

Not reconciled!

That kind of humiliation, swept through, such as undercurrent.

"Before the bet, do you remember?" Gao Ge said.

"Ok?"

"We said good before, as long as you lose, leave the Stars, do not play the idea of ​​a dragon and lion." Gaoge said seriously.

The white man smiled, and when he took the corner of his mouth, there was blood spilling.

"I guess, if I won, you certainly won't say that, you will tell me, you didn't agree."

"No." Gao Ge shook his head.

"You want to say, you are not such a person?" The white-shirt man sneered.

"I mean, you won't win." Gao Ge said, "Do you think you can kill him? You are wrong, I have been staring at you."

"Shameless..." The white-shirt man has no idea what he should say at this moment.

Gao Ge Mingming is already a winner, but still said these junk words.

Just to deliberately mad at yourself?

"How, gambling, is it still working?"

"If I said, no?"

"Then, let's go to hell." Gao Ge reached out and grabbed the man's neck, and picked him up from the ground. His eyes were cold and indifferent.

At this moment, the white shirt man snorted.

He suddenly realized that standing in front of him was the high song called the cultivation of the cicada.

How many cultivators, masters, died in his hands.

why……

I still think that he is a good talker, and only a person who is only a promise?