Chapter four hundred and eightieth: Butcher's Knife
"Joke, you can know this with your cultivation, and I don't believe it." How could this secret fall into a Asian sacred level, let alone a few people do not believe it. It is estimated that people in the world will not believe it.
Then, then
"Actually, I don't believe it, but I'm telling the truth!" In order to convince a few people, the black lion took out a round object similar to a compass from his chest "This compass was obtained in an unintentional.
Within half a year, the direction of Qiyun Saint Island and Qiyun Sheng Island appear.
At first I was just puzzled, thinking who was joking, but I couldn't put him in a space ring, which made me understand that this compass is likely to be a baby.
It was reported that Qiyun Island was about to appear. At that time, I knew that the compass I got was definitely a baby.
Qiyun Saint Island, even if I can get on the first one, I can't get it, so I am willing to take this compass to exchange my life. "
Pay the compass to Yunfeng, and watch Yun Feng asking, "I can go!" I thought to myself, "Do you think Qiyun Island is so good? You can take care! I want to see this treasure hot
Not hot. "
Unfortunately, he couldn't think of it. The real master here was not Yunfeng, but Yan Lingyu. Do you want to take his life? It is not the decision of Yunfeng.
"I don't seem to agree with you!" Yan Lingyu showed a strange smile.
"Don't forget, you have vowed!" The Black Lion stared at Yan Lingyu tightly, hoping to use Yun Feng's oath to repel him.
Yan Lingyu smiled, and smiled, "You may make a mistake! The person who swears is him, not me, the person who wants to take your life is not him."
"Ready!" Black Lion looked at Yan Lingyu angrily. Even if he was insidious and cunning, he did not expect that the other party was more absolutely better than himself. He wanted to kill himself with his own treasure. How many good things can there be in the world.
However, he was not afraid of it, because the strong man who killed his men just now could not attack himself in violation of vows, and he was definitely stable in the middle of the Asian sanctuary in the middle of the Asian Saint.
"Huh! Look at me to kill you, or you kill me!" The brick looked at the leisure falling on a big stone.
Luo Lei looked at the Black Lion with a smile. Everything just now was accepted by him. The situation also analyzed very clearly.
, There may be a vitality. "
The Black Lion roared, "My life and death don't need to care!"
After the roar, his body rose directly in the air, and the moment he flew up at his body, he had lifted to the top of his head.
A burst of cold manges gathered in the blade, and even the knife was brought to Yan Lingyu from the pose of Taishan in the air.
In this trick, Yan Lingyu will definitely become a dead soul under the knife.
The knife was almost in front of Yan Lingyu, but he didn't dodge at all. In his eyes, this was a play.
Some people are happy and some are worried. Naturally, it is a black lion that is happy. The surface of this knife looks plain, but he knows that the real attack. How many people just underestimate this knife and become the dead soul under the knife.
"Hurry away, you can't pick up this trick!" A roar, rushing straight to Yan Lingyu.
Remind him of certainly not Yunfeng. The content of this trick can be seen at a glance, and he can take it up at will, let alone Yan Lingyu, which is stronger than him.
"The knife method is the upper -layer knife method. Although the changes are endless, unfortunately you have no knife, no sword gas, and you can't really understand how to use the knife at all. I can only give you one word, too weak."
Shock your head and ironically.
His face was disdainful, but he made the Black Lion secretly "happy! Relaxed! It has been surrounded by my move, I see how long you can call it, and see when you can be arrogant." Thinking of the victory is there, it is just in the victory.
In front of him, the sword in his hand dances even more.
On the other hand, Yan Lingyu just shuttled around there, ignoring the attack of the sword.
The two seem to be playing there, one is constantly attacking there, and there is no clutter. As long as the other party goes wrong, they will be buried under their own knife; the other walks around in the attack.
Attacking, every time he is about to be attacked, he can avoid it unexpectedly.
Once it is an accident, three or five times may be an accident. It can only be said that luck is too good, but dozens of times to avoid it in such a dangerous situation. It can no longer be said to be lucky, but strength.
Only the absolute strength is playing in such a continuous dare to play in such a continuous attack.
Originally thought that I successfully covered the opponent in the sword method, I could destroy the opponent in a short time. I did not expect that a half of the hour passed, and there was no progress.
Even if the knife was not encountered, even the cold mang of the knife body did not touch the slightest, all of which seemed too weird.
Even if you can't touch it, it's still crackling in your mouth.
"Hey! It's angry, but it's not a sword, but anger. Hey, it seems that I said it was white for a long time. You look at you, the sword method is getting more and more messy, the anger is getting heavier, obviously the post -Qiqi
Insufficient, how to fight with the enemy for a long time ... "
"Oh!" The Black Lion couldn't help but Yan Lingyu's tight curse, anger, couldn't help but spit out a bite of blood, his face was white, and he showed signs of a fire.
However, Yan Lingyu didn't mean to let him go, "No! Only the hour before you didn't get it, you couldn't help vomiting blood, it was useless!
level."
"Roar!" Black Lion was waiting, turning back to the body. He was two meters high, and he instantly became a black lion with a long and more than 30 meters high.
After changing back to the body, he continued to make a mania and returned to nature. The bloodthirsty and violent of the beast appeared on his body. There was only one idea in his heart, that is, to tear the person in front of his eyes, eat his meat, drink him, drink him, drink him
Blood.
The lion swinged the tail, and only the sound of the trees continued to come from the sound. A tree was broken by this barrier, and it was swept to Yan Lingyu.
Yan Lingyu's head was shaking slightly, and a huge attractiveness appeared in his hand. The surrounding Sheng Yuanli rushed towards him in an unconscious madness, rushing a little sporadic white light, and appeared in his hands.
This knife is not better than a knife. Yan Lingyu's face showed a strange smile on his face. He murmured "Kung Fu is afraid of kitchen knife, others are killing chickens, but I kill the beasts.
Bar."
The knife that the Holy Spirit was gathered was the legendary pig killing knife. After all, it was pure Shengyuanli. There was a sacred atmosphere on the knife.
Shun, but the air around the surrounding air was instantly, the momentum was like a mountain, and it was not tolerated. The blade brought up the wind and the wind, and the momentum was magnificent.
Without any collision, no friction sound, a knife fell, the winning or losing has been set, a tens of tens of meters have fallen, and the blood is kept on.
You have to be clear.
Hearing the harsh roar, Yan Lingyu frowned, and the pig killing knife in his hand got rid of his hands, throwing it away to the Black Lion.
The last second was still in hand, the fur of the black lion was broken in the next second, and it was impartialized on the demon baby.
The demon baby was broken, that is, the death of his death, his eyes stared at the front, and he fell to the ground unwillingly, and the roar of the beast disappeared randomly.
"It's finally quiet." Yan Lingyu scattered a lazy waist. "That sentence was right. No matter how high kung fu was, he was afraid of kitchen knives.
It seems that you have throwing your own cultivation aside, everything is the credit of killing pig knives.
Luo Lei looked at Yan Lingyu incredible, and said in his mouth, "You, you are not the cultivation of the middle of the Asian Sheng."
If it was said that Yunfeng was in the middle of the Asian Saint, he could still understand that the avenue was 3,000, and the world was impermanent. It was impossible to happen. Anyone may have an adventure.
If you know deep enough, it is normal to happen just now, but Yan Lingyu's pig killing knife that gathered with the holy energy just now has the aura that is definitely higher than that of a person in the later period of his sanctuary.
Higher than him, it means that someone is dressed as a pig to eat tigers. It is obviously the darling of hundreds of millions of people, but it hides the sage level as the level, so that others can only look at the middle of the Asian saints on the surface.
"Have I said that we are the middle of the Asian Saint? It seems that you think it is!" Yan Lingyu answered with a smile, admiring his red blood in his heart.
Lu Lei's mouth was big, an incredible expression, he did not have seen the strong person who had never seen saints, but he had never seen a saint who had been hidden.
In the eyes of all the lives of Honghuang, the sage is a highly unattainable existence. From the bones, there is a high -level pride. They will not give the saint below any good look.
The sage may be destroyed at any time when they are angry, and they are not allowed to offend any offenders and guidance at all.
The incident that everyone thinks it is possible is possible.
"But ..." for a long time, I couldn't figure out what I should say.
Yan Lingyu's face evoked a smile. I did not expect that this red -blooded man also had an alternative side "Although you didn't help anything, I also owed you a love.