The Jiao clan is lustful by nature, and Jiaodong is a place to see all the flowers. It has always been a game and fun, and never knows what the heart is like.
But now he knew that he was moved and intoxicated. In his mind in the future, he would never forget the face of the intertwined immortals and demons.
Jiaodong suppressed the strong fluctuations in his heart and returned to the posture of the dragon king who commanded billions of monsters. He was domineering and powerful, and his only aura stirred up the world and was not peaceful.
"I came here just to kill one person and get a treasure. But now, I still want to steal one person, that's you."
The cold lightning shone in Fan Yue's eyes, and a thunderbolt struck Jiaodong, bringing out a drop of blood.[
"As the order, I quickly set up the Su Nu formation and chop this shameful monster into pieces for me."
The twelve female disciples accompanying each other, the lilac silk skirt, the elegant star pendant, and the colored swords of clear water, dancing with their graceful figures, like the willows of the weeping willows by the thin West Lake, as delicate as force,
fragile.
And every time these delicate willows float, there is a soft sword light.
The willows move with the wind, the sword lights are endless, and the tenderness is dry.
Jiaodong originally didn't care about these women who were only at the ground level, but he didn't expect that he would become a frog in the warm water.
The sword light hit the body at the beginning, as if it was bitten by a mosquito, and I didn't care.
However, I didn't expect that the sword light was exhausted, and it seemed soft and soft, but it could easily penetrate the sword energy into the body.
Jiaodong couldn't help but feel a little shocked. He had never encountered such a strange sword energy in his battle for half a lifetime.
The armor he wore was as if nothing had happened, and his scales that were as strong as gold and stone could not be stopped at all. As long as the sword energy that was flying on his catkins fell on him, it would inevitably penetrate into his body for damage.
Jiaodong, which was cut by a soft knife, roared to the sky, and fists filled the entire world.
There was no skill at all. Jiaodong punched a thousand times, and the stirring wind tear all the sword energy apart.
If you can't stop your exhausted sword energy from fighting skills, then I won't fight.
The simplest and most direct way to defeat people with strength. With the strength of the sixth level of the Heaven Realm, it can trigger the space around you, disrupt all the energy of heaven and earth, form absolute strength, and crush all the skills.
The wind blew, curling her hair, flying the corners of her skirt, making her eyes unable to stop her heart.
The Su Nu formation, which was originally like the willows of the weeping willows by the lake, was moved by the delicate and powerful force of the young girl formation after all the sword lights were crushed mercilessly.
The twelve willows change again, fall in dislocation, echoing each other, and becoming one.
There are flowers that are in danger, face the desperate situation, face all the strong and fearless roots, and there are flowers that bloom proudly, not intimate or charming, and are pure in the world.
Jiaodong felt that he could destroy his fist and slam into the mud, and the strong force was melted by the sound.
Suddenly, he felt a dangerous aura.[
The white flowers transformed by the opponent's sword energy suddenly changed after devouring several powerful fist powers.
The blooming petals suddenly withered and dissipated, but the muscles and bones of the flower turned into a double sword, carrying the ideal of the petals withered, and using the sublimation of life to exchange for resistance to oppression.
The appearance of this sword energy made Jiaodong's angry face begin to appear a little panic.
Because it is not only that he feels extremely powerful power in this sword energy, but more importantly, he feels a kind of thought, not afraid of the power to break through all obstacles.
And I am the obstacle.
Jiaodong closed his hands and turned into a knife. The obscure sword energy flowed through Jiaodong's thoughts throughout his life. It was a kind of domineeringness and pride. I was standing in the clouds and dominating the momentum of this mountain and river for thousands of miles.
One wants to break through the obstacles, the other is high above suppressing everything, and a shocking collision is destined to happen.
The space is annihilation, the peaks on both sides of the valley are collapsing, and at the place where the two sides fight, a ditch that is one mile long and tens of meters deep appears.
Jiaodong flew up from this ditch, and the armor on his body was shattered. Three inches down from his heart, there was a long, deep and strong sword wound, and blood kept pouring out from this wound.
Half of the twelve girls have fallen into a coma, and in addition, they are usually weak in breath, pale complexion, and obviously lose strength.
A clear sword sound was like a mountain stream, pleasant and pleasant.
She was like a saint from an unattainable snowy mountain, appearing in the gentle morning light, playing wonderful notes every step she took.
She didn't even give any makeup, but she looked beautiful.
She didn't wear red hairpin and jewelry, but she could only have a drop of moon tears on her chest that were full of prosperity, but she was in a state of beauty.
Every sword of hers has no murderous aura, only tranquility, a kind of peace of mind and mind.
I cleansed up the world and forgot the complicated killings, and just wanted to not pass through the sea of suffering and become a Buddha on the spot.
Jiaodong seemed like the domineering momentum of a demon god, melting layer by layer in this wonderful sound.
He echoed the monsters he had killed, the monks he had slaughtered, the sea of blood over there, and the dead bones.
For the throne of the Jiao clan and the glory of the Supreme Heavenly Dao, I have never been able to get peace in one day, and I will always be immersed in various struggles and plots.
I am tired. Although my body is still so strong, my heart is old and I don’t look at it. There are many traumas in my body.
My heart is tired and my soul is tired. All the past is full of clouds and smoke.
I would like to be quiet and feel at ease. In the battle, Jiaodong actually closed his eyes slightly.[
The moment Jiaodong closed his eyes, Ji Feiyan, sweating profusely urged the Qingling Sword in his hand to stab Jiaodong's heart fiercely.
The sword energy pierced the armor and pierced the scales, but was blocked by an extremely tough thing. No matter how Ji Feiyan activated the spiritual sword, he still pierced it, but was hit by Jiaodong's instinctive palm and flew a hundred meters.
The distance, the breath was extremely depressed for a while.
In a moment of life and death, the natural fear of death of that creature awakened Jiaodong, who was intoxicated by tranquility. Seeing that the scars on his chest were only one step away from being able to pierce the heart, he was ashamed and angry as he was full of murderous intentions.
"I dared to create a spiritual illusion to deceive me. If my heart had not been integrated into the secret treasure, I would have died unjustly in your hands today. I killed many people in my life, and I became my overlord just to die, how could I die in the hands of you, a group of sinister women? I will be so big today.
Kill all directions, I will be humiliated by blood."
"I want to kill my disciples of Jingyizhai, but I am a fool. I am never afraid of any enemies. Today, I will use your demon king's head to create the reputation of Jingyizhai." Fan Yue looked at the furious Jiaodong coldly with the furious eyes of Jiaodong.
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In her hand was an ancient sword, which moved the power of stars that had existed in the sky forever.
The same angry Moon, whose momentum is constantly condensed, is like a cliff, making people in vain.