However, the screams in the imagination were not spread. At the moment of Chen Tian's shot, everything belonged to the silence of death.
what happens?
Qian Qian hid in the corner at this time, trembling and looking out. The coercion emitted from Chen Tian was too powerful, so that she could only hide aside. She just hoped that the fluctuations leaked would not hurt herself.
"What!"
Qian Qian looked at the scene in front of her, and covered her mouth in surprise. She thought about what kind of tragedy Lin Mingyuan would be defeated, but did not expect the current scene.
Chen Tian's body exuded thousands of dull magic, countless magic gas converged into a pair of giants, squeezing towards Lin Mingyuan fiercely. The burst of Slasla in the air was obviously great.
Lin Mingyuan didn't step back half a step back, and his whole body seemed to be faintly rising, and there was a faint golden manga around. The moment the giants entered the barrier, they dissipated like ice and snow, and decomposed into a dark mist.
After touching the golden light of the dark fog, it seemed very afraid of the golden light. I couldn't wait to run away immediately. Let Chen Tian unable to control how Chen Tian controlled it.
"Good boy."
Chen Tian's face was sinking a lot, and the eyes of Lin Mingyuan became dignified. With the hand just caught the hand of his soul claws, Lin Mingyuan was not simple.
"Where are you the monk, there is no such way in the Qingyun Mountains!"
Lin Mingyuan called Qing Jian in his hand. The other party obviously had not seen the world around him. It was better to hide it first to find the opportunity to give Chen Tian a unintentional.
Looking at Lin Mingyuan's number of swords, Chen Tian's face showed a doubt.
"People of Shushan Sword?"
He is obviously familiar with the sword moves of the Shushan Sword. Although Lin Mingyuan was not used, he could not change some habits in Shushan all year round. Chen Tian saw it at a glance.
Lin Mingyuan's expression was stagnant. Why could he see his origin and obviously did not use the swordsmanship of the Shushan Sword. Unless the other party was familiar with Shushan, it was impossible to see it.
"What does you have to do with Shushan Sword?"
Lin Mingyuan asked coldly, he seemed to have touched a huge conspiracy, and the corner of the iceberg was slowly unfolding.
"Oh."
Chen Tian's surprise only existed for a while, and then he returned to the gloomy look. He heard Lin Mingyuan's question could not help but sneer.
"Do you want to know?"
"I will tell you when you die!"
Chen Tian also sacrificed a flying sword, surrounded by the magic gas on it, obviously the sacrifice after being contaminated. Lin Mingyuan could feel the magic of dirty on the flying sword. He could only take the blue sword for the time being.
Jianxiu has extremely powerful attack power. Relatively speaking, the shortcomings are also obvious. Half of the cultivation is on the sword method. As long as the destiny flying sword is limited, the strength will be greatly reduced.
And Chen Tian's actions are all targeting Lin Mingyuan, or the number of ways for the Shushan Sword School, he obviously knows the defects of Jianxiu, and he is also very clear about the flaws of Shushan Swords.
The other party will take off the green sword without effort, and then destroy it completely.
Sure enough, someone in Shushan is private with Magic Road!
Lin Mingyuan confirmed his judgment even more. Unless the other party knows Shushan, it is impossible to judge at a glance.
If the inside of Shushan has been eroded by the Magic Road, then the invasion of the upcoming demons will be very scary. You must know that the seven major fairy doors at the time of the last invasion can be resisted.
I'm afraid anyone can't think of anyone.
Of course, Lin Mingyuan was also worried about one thing, that is, the Jiujian Xianji epilepsy returned to Shushan, and he would definitely ask himself with his personality. I am afraid that there will be an accident.
Although Xing Wudao is not as good as Ji Ji as the current head of the head, it has been inherited for thousands of years in the Shushan Mountain. There are countless cards and Baby Zhenshi.
Deep, the strength is absolutely extraordinary.
"Boy, are you afraid?"
Chen Tian naturally saw that Lin Mingyuan was worried in his heart, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face. A little Qingyunmen had a hand in the palm of his face and wanted to make trouble. Do you really think he could not see his bottom?
"Let me guess, you should be an abandoned discipline from Shushan, and fled to the Qingyun Mountains as a blessing."
Chen Tiankou sneered, looking at Lin Mingyuan's eyes full of fun.
"At this time, you have never taught you to die if you have never taught you!"
In his hand, the evil flying sword was eager to move, and the next moment he rushed towards the green sword. The Qingjian itself had its own spirituality, and he saw that the other party's provocation did not show weakness.
The two swords were handed over, the magic sword was hit out, and the green sword also sent out a burst of wailing. There was a faint black shadow on the sword.
Lin Mingyuan summoned it back and gently stroked the trembling sword body. You can feel that there is a evil breath inside the green sword, and the aura on the sword body is much less.
Then, then
"Come back, the old guy."
Lin Mingyuan sighed and retracted the Qing sword in his body. At this time, the former Ziqing double sword was left with only one handle, accompanied him for too long, and now he has gradually been unable to keep up.
Qing Jian made a unwilling sound, but it returned to the storage bag under Lin Mingyuan's soothing. It was obviously restrained after fighting with the magic sword once. In contrast, the magic sword slowly rose slowly at this time.
What worst trauma has not been received.
"Hahaha, but the sword repaired!"
Chen Tianlu had a ridiculous smile. The last time the Demon Road invaded and finally lost to the Shushan Swords, the results were obvious. Shushan, one of the seven immortals of the dignitaries, was buried in the seeds of evil.
Fa Shentong has been studied clearly.
Lin Mingyuan in front of him wants to use those old tricks to deal with his dreams, let alone the magic sword that dedicated to restraining the sword in his hands.
"Now, it's my turn!"
The magic sword returned to Chen Tian's hands, accompanied by his cold smile, slowly approaching Lin Mingyuan.