The old turtle sighed, he had already passed the turtle mirror, predicting today.
Dongling Xianchi, the catastrophe has arrived, and the only person who can resolve the catastrophe, Ling Feng, has repeatedly failed when breaking through the emperor's realm.
Perhaps everything, after all, still can't change it.
But in any case, he will protect the Dongling Xianchi with his flesh and blood, until the last drop of blood flows!
"Hahahaha, you old guys, full of benevolence morality, to be honest, not the winner as the king, the loser is the pirate!"
The Lord of the Blood Film League snorted coldly, and the whole body broke out. The boundless killing intention swept away. For a while, the entire Dongling fairy pond was all black, and it seemed that the end of the day came.
"Herit!"
The Dragon Taoist screamed in the sky, and the golden mang was flashed all over, turning into a dozens of golden dragons, and rushed out towards the Lord of the Blood Film Alliance.
As soon as the semi -saint -strong person came out, the whole space seemed to be shattered by his boundless power, the golden dragon roared, and the rolling dragons burst out.
"Huh, Long Laoer, take you the flag first!"
In the eyes of the Lord of the Blood Shadow, Han Mang flashed, and then listened to the sound of "嗤", and the space was torn suddenly!
"not good!"
The old pupils of the turtle suddenly shrunk, and quickly reminded: "Come back!"
However, everything is too late!
The next moment, the three strands made them shocked, and it came!
Two stars and turtles are semi -sacred atmosphere, and the other is ... Holy!
As soon as these three strong men appeared, the situation turned instantly.
Originally, Dongling Xianchi, three and a half saints plus a heavenly Yuan Emperor, the four semi -semi -saints, in any case, even if the blood of the blood shadow league was strong, it would never be possible to win the four people to join forces.
But now, in the Blood Shadow League camp, a holy -level strong man appeared!
That's the holy level!
"boom!"
I saw the holy -grade strong man in the silver robe, waved out of the palm, and a treacherous man in the sky appeared on the sky. From the sky, he grabbed the golden dragon transformed by the dragon.
Click! Click! Click!
The fierce burst sounded that Long Lao couldn't even struggle. One face was directly crushed into a pool of blood by the holy -level strong!
One of the three and a half sanctuary of Dongling Xianchi, the legendary characters that countless disciples believe in, can actually resist the trick that the other party is lightly described!
Is this the Holy Strong?
The difference between the sanctuary and the semi -saint, but the gap in it can almost be said to be different!
Dragon's blood is full of long sky. Under the refraction of the sunset, the whole sky is like a blood, which is scary.
Whether it is an outer disciple or a disciple of the inner door, he holds his breath. The heart seems to be pinched by an invisible palm, and it will burst at any time.
They can hardly breathe!
"Long Lao!"
The Emperor Tianyuan, the master of the eight halls, looked at Long Lao's burst of the residual body, and gave birth to a strong sense of weakness in his heart.
"Old guy ..."
The turtle also tightened his fist, and the color of sadness appeared in his eyes.
Three and a half sanctified, accompanied by more than a thousand years, and the feelings between each other are naturally self -evident. Now, the old friends die on the spot, but he can't do anything at all!
The disparity between the difference in strength is unprecedentedly desperate.
The destruction of Zongmen is likely that they will also perish, unless they are slaves !!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Different from the dignity and grief of the Donglingxianchi side, the doorman of the Blood Film League is not just a sneer. In the eyes of the Lord of the Blood Shadow League, it is full of burning.
The old man in the silver robe stood with a negative hand, and said indifferently: "The work of raising his hand, the alliance leader should not forget the previous promise, otherwise, the old man wants to destroy you, it is just a matter of waving."
"Natural, natural!"
A hint of fear on the main face of the Blood Shadow League, slowly saying: "Sword Saint, the rest will not do it."
The shot of the Tianlong Sword has completely shocked the scene, laying the tone of the victory of the Blood Film League, so the rest is little by little to destroy the dignity of Dongling Xianchi.
"How, Master Tianyuan, he caught him if you don't have a hand?"
The main face of the Blood Shadow League, Pang indifferent.
For a time, all the disciples of Donglingxianchi, the elder, sad mood, looking at the desperation, deeper in heart.
The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty and the old turtle, etc., also showed a dignified color.
The strength of Long Lao couldn't resist the other party of the dragon sword that day. If the remaining people left, if they were stubborn, the ending was self -evident. Even if they had the strength of the level and war, they had to drink hatred on the spot.
Do you really want to surrender obediently and become a slave?
"Handling, staying in the mountains, not afraid of no firewood! The old is already old, even if the bones are buried here, it will not be considered a death. If you have one day, you can break through the holy level, and there will be opportunities to come back!"
The old turtle took a breath, and now Ling Feng has not yet broke through the emperor level. Even if he is talented, he is unable to participate in this level of battle.
The only thing that made him grateful was that Ling Feng was not in Dongling Xianchi at this moment.
As long as Ling Feng is still alive, with his talent, sooner or later you can revenge for Dongling Xianchi!
With the ability of the Emperor Tianyuan, if you escape alone, you may not escape.
However, the Emperor Tianyuan was just staring at the Lord of the Blood Film League.
"Oath and Xianchi, coexist!"
Tianyuan Holy Emperor produced deafening roar!
"Hahaha!
Turtle Lao Lang laughed. I don't know when, the whale old stood beside him. For a while, they seemed to return to the young age, and the newborn calf was not afraid of the age of the tiger.
What about the holy level?
If you want to destroy what I want to guard, step from my body and step over!
"Listening to the Lord of the Eighth Hall, with the disciples under the door, evacuate quickly!"
The old turtle roared, and the figure turned into a blue rainbow, which directly killed the Lord of the Blood Shadow League.
As long as the Lord of the Blood Film League die, everything may have a turnaround.
On that day, Long Jian Sheng was not the person of the Blood Film Alliance. The Lord of the Blood Film Alliance died, and they could promise a higher price to let the Tianlong Swordsman stop.
"Old guy, you are already old, your strength is more than that year, but a lot of retreat!"
The owner of the Blood Film Alliance smiled coldly. His cultivation has almost half of his feet stepping into the Holy Grade. Although the Turtle Lao is at the semi -holy level and immersed for hundreds of years, it is not as strong as the Blood Shadow League.
boom!
The owner of the Blood Shadow League punch out, fighting with the old turtle, the old turtle retreat, and a sip of blood suddenly.
One face, the turtle is already falling into the wind.
"Turtle!"
Tianyuan Shengdi flew out of his body, and quickly held the old turtle. I saw that the blue light of his whole body flickered.
The old turtle was inherited in the basalt, and he was best at defense, but with his powerful defense, he couldn't resist the Blood Shadow League.