The Secret of the Seal

The first thousand one hundred and thirty-seven chapters painted the heart VS Qin Dong!

These invisible 'blank blades' are by no means ordinary, and each one is purely spiritual, and it is by no means terrible. Even if Optimus Prime arrives here, it will be cut into pieces in an instant. However, these invisible sharp edges have not played a role in Qin Dong.

Invisible blade plus body, like a spring breeze, not to mention hurting Qin Dong's skin, even Qin Dong's hair has not cut one. This kind of defense, in addition to the metamorphosis, can no longer be found in other words.

Qin Dong completely ignored the choice of the heart, and straight through the body of the ‘minefields’, under the gaze of the stunned eyes, like a splendid stream of light, directed to the side of Shen Yan.

More than a dozen Qianlongwei attacks, when there was still a distance from Shen Yan, they heard the hum of the air, and looked up into the air, only to see a huge palm shadow, from the deep It shines through the night, just like the top of Mount Tai, it is heartbreaking. [

I saw that this giant palm was caught in the air, and the enthusiasm of the dozens of Qianlongweis collapsed at the same time. Even a dozen of Qianlongwei themselves suffered from spiritual rebellion. Fly back, life and death are unknown.

This giant palm is clearly defined by the spiritual power. The revealed power of the monks, even if it is painted, feels an inexplicable chill and panic.

"Ah!!" Just as the choice was shocked, a scream followed. Wu Xiu was finally retribution, and it was bursting with the cover of Shen Yanyi’s palms.

Shen Yan’s hatred of Wu Xiu is hard to say. At this time, Wu Xiu is in the palm of his hand, and he feels a sense of ease and happiness.

Wu Xiu was killed, and he was in his own face. This is a big blow to the choice of the heart. At this time, a face, a burst of red for a while, the look is very complicated.

"Thank you!" Killing Wu Xiu, Shen Yan long breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Qin Dong, and nodded lightly.

Qin Dong smiled. At this time, he still couldn't find the whereabouts of Feng Lang. So he didn't want to reveal his identity. He was the enemy of the choice of the heart, so he just nodded, but did not say anything.

"Who are you?" Tu Jiexin was shocked and angry, and locked his eyes on Qin Dong.

Qin Dong sneered without a word, his eyes full of provocation. Today is definitely unable to find out the news of Fenglang, but since it is here, Qin Dong has no intention to leave, he wants to uncover another doubt in his heart.

"Princess Anzhen, are you okay?" Shen Yan came to the side of Princess Anzhen and whispered.

Princess Anzhen shook her head, but she did not get hurt, but she smacked her slap in the face, which made her unable to let go. While shaking his head, the eyes of resentment have never left the choice.

Painting the heart can feel the hatred in the eyes of Princess An Zhen, but it does not mean it. Now in his eyes, there is no other person, only Qin Dong.

Qin Dong swayed at Shen Yan and Princess An Zhen, indicating that they left. But these two women, but not obedient women, have their own set of ideas. For the gesture of Qin Dong, it is only invisible, still staying on the spot and starting a spectator. In this world, I am afraid that nothing can be more curious than a woman.

"Since you don't want to be famous, don't blame Tu Mou for being ruthless." Tu Jiexin, a nine-level monk, is not white. The spirit is full of the whole body, and the momentum is sudden, as if there is an invisible flame. The whole person is shrouded and daunting.