Practice starts with skill points

Xiao Sheng's sleeve robe danced suddenly, and the blood in the long sky soared, like a sky downturn at Zhonglin.

Boom!

The heavens and the earth are shocking, the space is trembling, and the endless vitality is bursting.

In this way, the strong power of the strong power of the Wang Wang was fully displayed.

Bang!

With a sullen sound, Zhong Lin's body burst into the eyes of everyone's shocking eyes, turning into a bloody mist.

"Zhong Lin."

The king of too much screaming.

"Little Master."

The eyes of the pond were cracked, and there was no crazy galloping in the slightest hesitation.

"No, no, younger brother."

The whole person in the pool is as crazy, and he wants to fly over regardless of his injuries. Shock death.

"Gaga, you are going to die today. I want to squeeze every blood on your body and become my nutrients."

Xiao Sheng smiled long at Yangtian, with a smile on his face.

But the next moment, his crazy laughter stopped, and he turned his head to watch.

However, seeing the burst of the sky blood fog returned to gather like a time backflow, but the figure of Zhonglin appeared again in the void.

In the void, Zhong Lin stretched his waist and felt his own changes. He said with a long voice: "Blood is reborn, immortal and immortal, and finally let me practice."

Looking at the blood river, Zhong Lin rose slightly with a finger, and the void suddenly penetrated the endless void, pulled out the violent airflow, ordered the blood river to break the old magic of Xiao Sheng.

Xiao Sheng's face has become a little ugly, sneer: "The blood of the undead emperor is reborn? It seems that you still look at you, but you really think that the biography of blood can make up for the gap between you and me. Is it possible?

Xiao Sheng's old demons snorted, and the bloody field opened, and a bloody, domineering, and embarrassed will seemed to sweep the eight wastes like extinguishing the world.

Everyone felt a strong and compressed will, which made people unable to resist at all.

This is the fundamental place of Feng Wangqiang. As soon as the field is opened, he has set foot in the king, and has absolute control in the field.

Zhong Lin, who was in the field of blood, felt unparalleled great oppression, as if the whole sky was pressed on his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With Zhonglin as the center, the vitality and sorrow of the square for dozens of miles burst, and all tangible and intangible substances are shocked at this moment. To burst generally.

The gap between each realm of martial arts is unimaginable. It takes a look to make people defeat.

The field of strong king has been opened, and no matter how mystery of your martial arts, you can't make up for the gap between the two.

In the field of blood evil, Zhong Lin's mouth raised slightly, without a trace of fear. In his eyes, Jin Yan burned like a rising sun, and his war was mighty.

Although he did not set foot in the king's realm, he had already understood the embryonic form, and faced this blood evil field.

Click!

Click!

His arms moved slightly, and the sound of bone friction was like gold iron.

In the body, the blood trembled and the heart jumped mad, as if it would be reversed and burst at any time.

"Wang Wangqiang ... Then I will try to see if the king can be slaughtered today."

The mighty waves like a thunder spit out from Zhong Lin's mouth. All disciples or those demon disciples who heard his voice could hear the overbearing 睥睨 that could not be concealed or disdain, and the war was full of war.

boom!

Zhong Lin stepped out, and the vastness, like the mountains like the sea, and his hegemonic boxing of Zhicunzhigang, formed a storm that seemed to sweep the heavens and the earth.

His hearts are like a calm lake under "Heart Empty God", leaving only the most unnecessary war.

"Pick up! Boxing!"

Bing Bing was cold and like a hot sound echoed, Zhong Lin suddenly punch.

Boom!

The infinite outbreak, the magical power flow, and finally played this punch.

This punch was hit, Zhong Lin's mind was empty, his blood, blood, power of Nirvana, will, etc., it seemed that everything was out of his body with his punch.

This punch also blends all the boxing methods he practiced, but a summary of boxing.

Mountain boxing method, fierce beast boxing, Qinglong Eight style, shape god boxing ...

This fist is a boxing method, and he is also confident that he is confident. It is enough to break all the will to crush all.

The world is silent, and everything is silent.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

That boxing print is as large as a blue sky, thick as the earth, and with the supreme vigor of crushing everything, it is booming.

Xiao Sheng's old demon watched Zhong Lin's strike and broke the punch, and his mind trembled, not scared, but was scared.

Obviously he was just a warrior in Nirvana, but he felt threatened by him who had realized the field of understanding. He could not imagine what would happen if Zhong Lin broke through the King Realm.

At the time, Xiao Sheng's old demon's heart showed endless cold killing intentions, and he did not allow such Tianjiao to continue to exist.

With a roar and a finger pointing, endless blood waves exploded, turning into a huge demon head with two horns and a ferocious face, making a terrifying howl, and with the endless demonic power that turned the world upside down, it crashed into Zhongyin's terrifying fist.

Boom!

The sky and the earth changed color, and the endless storm swept the clouds and streams in the sky, and the rolling vitality exploded.

In the violent explosion like the collapse of the sky, the ripples like the waves of world destruction spread wildly with the two people as the center. From a distance, it looked like a huge mushroom cloud in the sky.

Dense cracks in the void escaped, stretching for countless miles.

Whoosh!

A golden light suddenly appeared in the waves, and then the golden light turned into a giant tower, which actually broke through the layers of void and appeared in front of Xiao Sheng's body.

Xiao Sheng's old demon was also a little confused for a while. He looked at the giant tower that was getting bigger and bigger, and couldn't help screaming.

"The Holy Tower of the Emperor..."

Boom!

The Holy Tower of the Emperor seemed to be completely shaken, the whole tower was shaking, and it crashed towards Xiao Sheng's brain membrane at an extreme speed.

The momentum of this group seemed to be the heaven and earth, and any martial arts in the universe could not compete with him.

Whether you are a human, a demon, a monster, or any other magic weapon.

Crash to death!

Crash to pieces!

Crush and destroy!

This is the attack method of the Holy Tower of the Emperor. The attack method used by the Emperor to forge his own magic weapon was just one word.

"Crash!"

No matter what your cultivation level, martial arts, or field, I only have one method.

"I'll crash you to death!"