Peerless Divine Emperor

The 267th chapter is that it is dead

"Yep?"

Jingxia was a little glimpse, but I didn’t expect it to be this time. Jing Yunhao could still say such a thing.

The scenery can not be targeted.

In the face of Jing Xia, he looked very calm.

"Jing Xia, hand over your dog."

Jing Yun's handprints changed, not giving Jing Xia a little reaction time, and immediately, all the auras in the body were unreserved and burst out.

"Lingu refers to the third finger."

Jing Yun's aura is lingering, and the violent voice suddenly sounds.

After this violent scream, in the void, an ancient giant finger like a pillar of the sky, flashed out in a gesture of incitement, a more ferocious, more violent force than before, From the ancient giant finger swept over.

Time, the world is discolored, and the wind is rising.

If there are people from Qingyun Zong who are here, seeing Jing Yun’s shot, they will surely be surprised.

Because this spiritual market refers to the Qingyunzong, even the entire Qingyunzong, for hundreds of years, there has never been a person who can display the third finger. Even the masters of Qingyunzong have not done it before. been.

As for the reason, it is natural because this spiritual market refers to the third finger and there is no cultivation of the mind.

But this is not a problem for Jing Yunqi.

When he upgraded the martial arts to the spiritual environment, he already had enough aura to display the third finger, and after these days of cultivation, he also completely grasped the third finger.

"go to hell."

In the eyes of Jing Yunying, the chill is stunned, and a sigh is drunk, like a life and death judge, and the momentum is surging.

"Boom."

In the sky, the giant fingers tremble like a pillar of the sky, connected to the heavens and the earth, but in an instant, it is whistling down, making the whole sky seem to be dizzy in this shack.

"Booming."

Above the sky, the sound of thunder is screaming, and the sound of explosions is constantly ringing in the air, and the ancient giant finger, like the **** of the gods, descends from the sky, and finally collides with the light of the explosion of Jingxia. Together.

boom!

The aura burst, which aroused a fierce wind, and the ground that was originally cracked was even more devastating. In many places, it was collapsed. A hole of ten meters deep appeared. Jing Yunzhen and Jing Xia.

One finger falls, everything is destroyed.

When the giant finger and the light of the summer are shocked together, the light print has no ability to resist, and it is shattered by the giant finger full of destructive power, and the whole sky is scattered. .

"what?"

Looking at the sudden and immediate scene, Jing Xia was surprised to be outside.

He did not think of it, Jing Yunyi also has reservations, even the offensive of these momentum can be displayed.

He is still too small to see the clouds.

The situation is urgent, and Jing Xia knows that if the other party's giant finger hits, he will die without a place of burial.

At the moment, he threw his legs and his body violently retreated.

"I want to hide? There are no doors."

Jing Yunyi is now selling and selling. When he retired, how did Jingxia target him, he now exchanges the same method.

The hail sword that has already been prepared in the hand is on the verge of a stroke.

Countless swordsmanship rushed toward the direction behind Jingxia in a faster and faster pace than the Giants.

Not refunding, Jingxia will face the giant finger.

Retreat, Jingxia not only suffers from the endless swordsmanship, but may even suffer from the impact of the giant finger because the giant finger attack range is not released in time.

With a slight trade-off, Jing Yunyi quickly made a decision.

Not refundable.

Reverse.

Because he found that there was such a sword to block his retreat, he did not have any time to leave the attack range of the giant finger. Instead of subjecting to the double attack of the sword and the giant finger, it is better to let go of the handcuffs. One.

Take a fight, maybe cycling to a motorcycle.

Therefore, the body of Jing Xia's retreat came to an abrupt end, and then it bursted with the greatest strength of his present, and rushed toward the giant finger.

"Looking for a dead end."

Seeing Jing Xia making these choices, Jing Yun smiled contemptuously, and then accepted the ice shovel sword very confidently. A pair of Jing Xia did not die, he squatted and looked at it.

"Booming."

In the moment when Jing Yunyu put away the hail sword, the body of Jing Xia's hail hegemony has been shocked with the ancient giant fingers.

It is also this impact that makes the sneer of Jing Yun’s mouth scorn more raging.

Because in the face of the ancient giant finger, Jing Xia is simply an egg hitting a stone.

"what……"

Only heard a loud scream, a **** figure was hit by the giant finger, directly like a broken kite, flying out, squatting, suffocating, the most red and heavy fell in dozens of meters away , fell a full shit.

Moreover, these shit, very thorough, smashed a huge deep pit directly on the ground.

Jing Xia’s head was buried in a deep pit, and it was completely different from being alone.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

Jing Xia struggled twice, trying to stand up and fight again, but he struggled several times, never stood up, and finally slammed, his face fell down completely, this time down, Jing Xia There was no movement anymore, and there was no sound.

Jing Yunxiao knows that Jing Xia has already returned to hell, and his life is calling.

After Jingyun killed Jingxia, the battle between Mu Shishi and Jing Yu also ended. Jing Yu was left with several sword marks on the body of Mu Shi’s Bi Shui Feijian. The last sword was pierced. The chest of the rain, although not directly killing Jing Yu, but also seriously injured, has no spare hand.

At this time, Jing Yu saw that he couldn’t die any more, and he suddenly became terrified.

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Jingyu's hair is stunned. Looking at Jing Yun's eyes is like seeing a demon: "Jing Yunxiao, you are a big courage. I and Jing Xia are both disciples of the War God House. You are a foreigner disciple in your district. Kill the killer, if you let the God of War know, you can't eat it?"

"What do you think of me?"

Jing Yun霄 smiled and said authentic.

"I will let me go right away, otherwise you will die..."

Jing Yu is full of authenticity.

It’s been this time, and I don’t know how to converge.

So, when his words have not been finished, an iron fist has been greeted on his chest.

"You are dead, no one will know that I am killing. What's more, the most dislike of my life in Jingyun's life is being threatened. Those who threaten me have only one end, that is death."

Jingyun is indifferent.

"what……"

The scene like Jing Xia, like the parabolic blasting trajectory, falls heavily in the distance, even the last point of the landing is the same place. Since Jing Yunyi did not keep his hand, this punch is directly required. The life of Jing Yu.