Practice starts with skill points

The coming person is a Taoist wearing a purple gold robe, with a palm of his palms, and a big hand full of Thunder light is grabbed towards Zhonglin. To be precise, Zhong Lin's palm has been suppressed by the crushed monster knife.

Zhong Lin snorted, and the broken demon knife was slashed in the air, as if there was no effort, and the thunder light was instantly beheaded.

"It is the sacred place in the war."

Bian Yingjie saw the unique sign of the Holy Land in the Holy Land of the Zijin Robe on the chest, and it is also the sign of the real disciple. These signs are only in the battlefield, and there is no score, and no one dares to imitate it. Essence

The scales in the pond narrowed, and stepped forward to stop in front of Zhong Lin, and laughed: "It turned out to be the brother of the Holy Land of War! The scales in the pond are disciples of the Sword Pavilion of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword.

In a word in the pool, the identity of his disciples of his Tianjian Holy Land was even more desperate for himself.

The people in front of them are extremely powerful, and they don't want to cause trouble if they can not do it.

"Oh? Disciples of the Sword of Heaven?"

This person looked at the scales in the pool for a long time, but Yu Guang's eyes stared at the broken demon knife in Zhong Lin's hands. The greedy eyes flashed and did not hide it, but he finally did not shot again, just said, "I The Disciples of the Holy Land of the Heavenly Land, since you are a disciple of the Holy Land, why do you use magic artifacts? "

Although the Holy Land has its own rules, many of them are common. For example, if you want to be a real disciple, at least you must have the cultivation of life and death.

Hearing this Pengyu's registration number, Zhong Lin is also in his heart. Since he claims to be true, it must be a strong life and death who has never died, and he is obvious that he is obvious. It may be already later, or even a complete level.

"Your magic knife is full of blood and blood, obviously not our right thing. Do you not know that the magic road is the most vicious and vicious. If you care about it, you will drag the user into the magic path."

Peng Yuzhen snorted coldly, his eyes were leisurely, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The tone was even higher. It made people feel the pressure unknowingly, as if they were ordinary people, and the other party was the government.

The scales in the pool also became extremely ugly. They were also disciples of the Holy Land, and they were all true biography.

"Is my brother who control it too much? My Tianjian Holy Land has my own rules, even if I really entered the demon, I have my own sacred land to clean up the portal. And, is the brother's bad look? This knife is just murderous. After weighing, He came to the magic weapon. "The scales in the pool mocked.

"Huh! Wudao practice, the master is respect. As your predecessor, I am reminding you that the disciples of the right Taoist should be righteous. Do n’t want to discredit the holy place for a moment, let alone black and white. Give me it, wait for me to send it to the sacred place to destroy it, so as not to stay in the world.

"Made, I really thought it was for your face. What kind of dog are you, and dare to grab my warrior." Chi Zhongfa scolded.

"Bold!"

Peng Yu was instantly furious: "It really was seduced by the magic weapon, so you can't leave it today."

Just as soon as he said, his body was motionless, and a punch came out.

"I'm afraid you will not be able to do it."

The scales in the right hand in the pool grabbed the void, and Xuanhei sword appeared in the hands, and the palm of the hand was slightly raised. go.

boom!

The sky collapsed, and the sun and the moon had no light.

The shock of a punch and a sword made the hearing roll up.

"Dead."

Peng Yu's mouth burst into a drink, and the thunderous sound was roaring on the dark sky, and the purple lightning electricity passed through the sky, and the thunderbolt was filled with a thunder.

All Thunder gathered and turned into a huge purple fist, smashing it towards the pond.

"It turned out to be him, it's troublesome."

Looking at the thunderbolt, Bian Yingjie's expression became anxious.

"Brother Bian, do you know this person?" Zhong Lin asked.

"I just heard of it and didn't know it. It is said that in the Holy Land of the War heaven, a person had won the inheritance of the strong king of the Thunder Domain in the mad Thunder Tian. Restoring Raifa with his own martial arts, the combat power far exceeded the disciples of the same level, and could break through Nirvana in just one step away. I didn't expect it to be this person. "Bian Yingjie looked ugly.

Between the two, the black sword in the hand of the pond was another cut. The majestic Lingyuan directly broke the thunderous waterfall.

But weirdly, this is that the Thunder Boxing did not dissipate accordingly, but the infinite thunderbolt came out of it, as if it was blew a large water dam, which was raging.

These thunderbolt is like gold iron, which seems to melt the gold iron, boiling with huge calories, enough to evaporate the power of steel, and completely wrap the scales in the pond.

Smiling ...

The scales in the pool were wrapped in it, and the body's gas was consumed at a very fast speed, making a nourishing sound.

Peng Yu waved again, and the huge thunder gas in the void condensed into a huge Thunder Dragon, hitting the scales in the pool.

Boom!

The void burst, and the endless thunderbolt whistled, this is to shock the scales in the pool directly.

"drink!"

Seeing this scene, Bian Yingjie could no longer hold back and suddenly stepped out of the void, holding a spear in his hand, and stabbed Pengyu's Liuyang leader.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"Nothing more than that."

A disdainful smile appeared on Pengyu's face, and he punched out with his right hand, which had been behind his back.

Boom!

The powerful fist burst out suddenly, and the sharp aura on Bian Yingjie's spear shattered.

"This punch..."

Bian Yingjie's face changed, and under this punch he actually felt a strong oppressive force of life and death.

The sudden huge roar resounded throughout the Black Wind Valley, even the roaring thunderstorm was covered.

Layers of ripples spread out, and it was unknown how much matter was destroyed, and how many creatures were killed by the aftermath.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

With two muffled groans, Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie fell from the void, blood spurting out of their mouths, and they were knocked flying backwards.

Crack!

With just one blow each, both of them felt severe pain all over their bodies, and were almost blown up by a punch in the air.

"I am so disappointed. Do you dare to be as famous as the true disciples of the Holy Land?"

Peng Yu stood proudly in the void, looking down at the two people who fell to the ground, his eyes full of disdain and indifference, as if he was looking at two little bugs, little bugs that could be crushed to death at will.

"If that's all you have, then die!"