"The third style of the absolute field -the giant dog of the prison." A low voice suddenly sounded on the other side of the refining, and then the mysteriousness was vast, the electric flashed thunder, and a giant dog fluttered from the ground, like a shark on the water, like a shark on the water, like a shark on the water.
Bite towards Dian.
The avatars in the intensive stab were turned into gold dandruff instantly, and the giant dog of the prison directly bit him into his mouth.
Ling Tian's avatar's double punch burst out of the particularly magnificent mysterious power. The golden runes were all around the double punch and rolled up the storm. The two giant spiral spikes emerged.
"Well! ~"
The giant dog of the prison suddenly burst into body, and the magic of ghosts swept away like a waves.
"Under my magic, you can still move so freely. Even if you have a strong support, it is worthy of praise, but this will not last long." He watched Ling Tianhe's legs trembling under the magic pressure,
Tell the facts directly.
Ling Tian's eyes were stunned, and her luster was shining, and there was not much revealing on her face.
Even if he opened his true body, this popular magic pressure made him unable to move freely. The whole body was still unbearable at this moment, but it was slightly reduced compared to the pressure that the body was just now.
The avatars came out of the refinement, and the wings behind them suddenly incited, and immediately as the arc flashed, the spiral spikes of the hands bumped into the body, carrying the power of the vulgarites.
Another part of the body also stepped out. The sword in the right hand broke the air and stabbed, like aurora shuttle, the sword light came to the four directions, and the shape of the body was directly plundered.
There is no wave of refining, raising his arms with flat shoulders, and debuting: "Magic skills -absolute pressure."
As soon as the words fell, the power of horror was under pressure around his body. The ground collapsed, the space was distorted, and the air flow rushed around. The body suddenly became an unable to break through.
Under the oppression of the stock.
In front of the two splits, the magic pressure that was more than several times more enhanced was lying on the ground like a giant city.
Holding his hands with both hands, a sneer appeared on his face.
On the place where the two areas are lying on the ground, spray the magnificent magic at the same time. I saw that these magic power turned into a huge snake mouth, respectively.
Earth.
During this period, Ling Tian continued to accumulate, and the sky -soaring swords in the sky exuded a glorious light, and the power of destructive power broke out. These flowing lights flooded in Lingtian's body.
A large force of the power fluctuates and turns, and the wind is rolled, the shock is like a volcanic eruption.
Here, he looked quiet, his eyes were clear, his long hair flew, and the sword suddenly became longer.
"The fifth style of the Tianmen Divine Sword -Creation. Cracks and empty." A slender voice came out of his mouth, and then his body suddenly turned into a electric light to disappear.
I twisted my neck and raised my head slightly. My eyes contained the cold luster, "Magic skills -first -style. The magic night dropped."
When the words come out, the surrounding scenes are ever -changing, and the sky is turned upside down. The magic power is sweeping in the world, and the sky is covered with all the surroundings.
A golden light sword marks with a torn void suddenly appeared in the empty shape, and passed by the refined body. The space overflowed when the eyes were dazzling, like a eye -catching spatial and space crack.
Seeing his hand, the crack in front of him was sutured, and the place where the body was cut was healed immediately, and then his mind moved, and his posture disappeared instantly.
"Well!"
Along with an ears, Ling Tian's body fell from the air like a bird with broken wings. When he was about to fall to the ground, he inserted the sword on the ground, and his body kneeled on the ground with one turn.
A drop of Zhu Hong's blood dripped down from the long mouth of his chest. His blond hair flew, his face was pale, and he looked particularly down.
Floating and standing, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood stained on the black nails. The length of the nail was no different from a knife.
Taste the blood on Ling Tian's body, he frowned, and disappointed: "This taste is a bit strange, but it's time, I can just take it."
Ling Tian wanted to stand up again, refining his eyes, and the whole space suddenly dropped the magic pressure of the hill tsunami. Ling Tianang was about to stand up forcibly.
As soon as the lips were curved, it flashed in the air in the air. Now Ling Tian's body is not far away.
His long nails shrank back, and then behind his hands, he said high: "What should you misunderstand, according to the level of your population, my real magic has reached the destruction level, and it is only one step away from the disaster star.
Yao, so you have no chance at all. "
Ling Tian clenched the root of his teeth, his body trembled under the pressure of all things, and the blood of the chest scar was also accelerated sharply due to this pressure. The blood on the ground was shattered, embellished everywhere.
The whole body tingling and stress made him die. He was better to die. At this time, he seemed to be under the harsh trial of hell. The spirit was already on the edge of the collapse.
But even so, he did not have a trace of fate and obedience. The face was flushed, the breath was extremely tight, and there was a never -interval force in his body.
He tried his best to stand up, and the mystery of the whole body became extremely drooping under this horrible demon. However, every time he was hard, he would involve the wound. The pain seemed to cut meat with a knife.
Under the idea of his life, he finally stood up barely, but the crumbling figure was really worrying.
He held the sword with both hands and trembled left and right, and he was exhausted, as if a slight wind could completely hit him at this moment.
Looking at Ling Tian's dying hard work, I was confused: "Is this really worth it? I am curious what it makes you persist now, and it is not the so -called justice that makes people laugh the big teeth.
!? "
Ling Tian's blonde softened, but the luster on the hair was no longer there. The blood overflowing on the chest had soyed the clothes under the chest, and sweat on the forehead.
"I'm not ... the kind of sage, all of which are just for the last wish of the father, and ... my initial heart!" He talked his spirit, using the strength of the words one by one.
Refining his eyes and pitying, pitying: "Really, that's really sad." In the words, a magic sprayed from his strong body, and directly hit Ling Tian again.
Volume blood.
The Tianmen god sword in the sky gradually disappeared, and Ling Tian's body fell to the ground like a heavy stone.
The power of the whole body has passed, and the temperature of the body has gradually become cold. He has no blood on his face, hazy consciousness, and heavy pressure makes him lie on the ground like dead fish.
This time, he really couldn't get up anymore.
His eyes were watching the Tianmen god sword gradually dissipated in the air, and his eyes emerged with the back of his father before leaving. Everything was so out of reach.
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