Unparalleled Emperor

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The atmosphere of the audience is very different and different. Their eyes are staring at the black giant axe. The breath of the treasure is terrible. This is true, it is not fake at all.

"What?" Li Qingjun’s heart trembled a little. Her eyes were staring at Dao Ling. Can this person and Xiaoxiao know?

Li Xiaoying was also very upset. She didn't expect someone to throw away the treasure for herself. She was a little messy. What the **** is going on?

The temple is still somewhat ridiculous. He stared at the black axe carefully. Yes, this is true. There is a trace of greed in his eyes. He said, "Bi Fangxiong, go to the treasure and take it!"

Li Qingjun’s palm was instantly gripped, and he screamed: “You are getting an inch!”

"Qing Qing Princess, we are just in case." Bi Fang said: "If he broke the giant axe, it would be bad when it was time!"

"No problem, give it, I want to see if it has the ability to pick it up!"

The mausoleum is dancing with black hair, long clothing hunting, deep scorpion, and a low-pitched voice.

Bi Fang’s face was ugly, and he screamed coldly: “Let’s show you how I got it. Although it’s heavy, it’s still easy to pick it up!”

In the eyes of the yin and yang ghosts, a sneer smirked, and even this thing was difficult for him to mention. This party could not be moved, let alone sacrifice this object to kill the enemy.

Bi Fang walked up and grasped the handle of this giant axe. The heart was very hot. It was violently mentioned, and his face was frozen because it could not be lifted!

"How is it possible?" Bi Fang's face was ugly, and he used all his strength to make a few hard times. It found that he could only slightly shake a few lines and couldn't take it!

Perceiving the disdainful look of Dao Ling, Bi Fang said: "Is it a ghost that you are engaged in, and you will pass the method of recognizing the giant axe to me, or else this woman will die!"

"The people who are insatiable, there is often no good end!"

In the scorpion of Dao Ling, a trace of cold light was swept away, and the gaze looked at the yin and yang ghosts. The latter nodded whispered: "Yes, but your speed must be fast, it is difficult for me to suppress him for how long!"

"Do not pay attention to you, I will not kill to see my mood!" The Temple of the Son sneer, he felt the soft underbelly of the Tao, this woman may have a special relationship with him.

The footsteps of Dao Ling went to the Temple of the Son, with a cold murderous, indifferent: "You can't live for a long time, you can't go out in the funeral world!"

This sentence, let Li Qingjun's heart shake, sighed in his heart: "No loss is a mixed king!"

"Hurricane!" The Son of the Temple was angry and shouted: "I believe that I will pinch her now!"

His palms must be violently forced, and the eyes of the yin and yang ghosts burst into horror fluctuations. His palms were instantly printed and shouted: "Yin and Yang **** furnace, shock sealed!"

As the screams of the yin and yang ghosts fall, the little monk is full of anger, like a Buddha King Kong, drinking: "Hey!"

This snoring is too horrible, and the horror to the extreme, the space of the temple's Son is shaking wildly, here to explode, the universe must be opened and poured into the ears of the Temple.

The Son of the Temple made a screaming scream, and he felt that he was going to explode and was hit by the supreme **** of Buddhism.

At the same time, this space is twisted, and the airflow of one yin and one yang is suspended, and an illusory yin and yang furnace is formed in an instant, surrounded by Taiji, and the shrine of the temple is sealed inside.

It was all too fast. At the juncture of the electric firestone, the Temple of the Son suffered terrible heavy blows, dizziness, and was suppressed.

But he is not a mortal, but the Supreme Master of the Temple, and there is a purple bell to guard the Yuanshen, which causes him to wake up very quickly. The purple thunder in his body violently tears away the yin and yang furnace that directly sealed him.

"You give me to die!" The Holy Son of the Temple was furious, and his hand suddenly forced him to crush Li Xiaoxiao’s throat.

But he is slow. This is a golden body that comes down from the pressure, deterring the world, with the blood of horror and the sky, making the world tremble.

A golden fist was crushed across the sky, piercing the void, shrouded the Temple of the Son, and slammed into his wrist.

This punch is too fast, too terrible, **** and skybreaking, imposing momentum, killing the wind and rolling the world, screaming, playing the shrine of the temple, the blood of the temple, the bones are breaking .

"Brother...." Li Xiaoying's eyes are fascinating, looking at this shadow, feeling that he is the Tao.

"Damn!" The sacred roar of the Temple God: "I will kill you, you will die for me!"

"It's you who are dead!" Dao Ling was indulged. He swallowed the mountains and rivers and danced with black hair. With a horrible momentum, he pinched his fists and slammed into the temple.

The heavens and the earth were trembled, and they were shaken by a golden shadow. When the Dao Ling came up, they played a fierce battle and stormed the holy son of the temple.

The purple thunder of the Temple of the Son broke out, drowning the heavens and the earth, and the palms turned purple, and the fists that had been killed were resisted.

Dao Ling’s fist is unstoppable, and the footsteps of the sacred temple are retreating. He has not kept his hand at all, like a savage dragon slamming down, and the fist is madly swaying up, to get rid of him. !

In the back, Bi Fang made a burst of hair. Just now, neither of them was an opponent of Dao Ling, let alone a Li Weijun who looked at it!

It turned around and ran outside, but it could run away.

The group of one-eyed dragons came around and blocked the road of Bifang. The latter angered: "I am the young supreme of Bifang, who dares to stop my way!"

"It's quite arrogant, cut him!" The yin and yang ghosts sacrificed black sticks and lifted them up to the side's body.

The young monks have moved, and they have come and attacked, and they have to suppress Bifang.

"Bi Fang, you can't live today!" Li Qing took the little sister over, the complicated nephew glanced at the Tao, and then stared at Bi Fang with a cold look, and rushed straight up, to sacrifice him!

Fan Bo’s face was cloudy and uncertain, and he couldn’t help but say: “Is this person Zhang Ling? I heard that he is terrible, and Tian Peng has been beaten by him. If he is, he is not strange!”

Li Xiaoyan’s heart trembled. Her beriberi bitten her red lips and choked in her heart: “Is your brother?”

"kill!"

The mausoleum was violent, his breath was mad and scary, and the double smashed the light, as the sword was sweeping and tearing open the sky.

This fist blasted into a catastrophe, such as a small sun bursting across the sky, rushing to the Temple of the Son, shaving his face hurt.

The Temple of the Temple quickly raised his palm to meet, but the shocked body trembled, his throat was rolling blood, and his footsteps receded.

Before he even responded, the shadow rushed again, pinching the fist and blasting to the head of the temple.

"Damn!" The sanctuary of the temple is in the sky, the awakening of the thunder in his palm, the intrinsic breath is surging, this is a purple Rayon vacant.

The Holy Son of the Temple played a great supernatural power. This Thunder Dragon with the undulation of volatility, the writhing void is cracking, and directly rushes to the fist of Dao Ling, while opening his mouth to swallow him.

Dao's fists are dazzling, the sun is shining, and the scales are densely covered.

"Kirin arm!" The Taoist low-pitched, this fist banged out, a blue unicorn swayed, shaking the mountains and rivers, directly rushed up and collided with Leilong.

Here, the volatility of the rushing out of the moment, the dragon and the unicorns smashed together, the world burst, everything was blurred, and the scene was invisible.

"This is the brother's unicorn arm!" Li Xiaoyan's big eyes flashed with excitement~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She can now be sure that this person is definitely a Taoist, except for the Taoling days, not afraid of it, who will kill for her Temple of the Son.

Before waiting for the temple to breathe, a golden shadow tore the void, he descended from the sky, pinching his fist to his chest.

The Temple of the Temple is biting his teeth, but he is not the opponent of the Tao. He is numb with the arm of the earthquake, and his footsteps are receding.

The Dao Ling swallowed the mountains and rivers and danced with his hair. He lifted his foot and kicked his chest.

The Holy Son of the Temple burst into a purple thunder and made a big seal to resist. This big seal was kicked open and kicked. This kick kicked on his chest and kicked him to the sky. blood.

"You give me life!"

Dao Ling roared, he attacked, hanging over the head of the Temple of the Temple, rolling in the air, the back of the heel squatting down, shattered the void, across the head of the Temple of the Son.

The neck of the Temple of the Temple seems to have been shaken. The five scorpions are squirting blood, and they are embarrassed and smashed from the sky.