Breaking the four levels of space barriers, spatial wave patterns, large waves, space storms and space hurricanes. Now, the power of purple and green has faintly span the second level of breaking the space, touching the third level, space storm.
The void echoed, a storm of silver white SE was derived from the battle platform, and the purple green was split off. It seemed that there was a chaos that was cut, the original point exploded, the thunder bombed, and there was life derived.
This is like being opened in the creation of the world, the world is opened in the chaos, the thunder sounds, everything is born, and the purple Qing raises the knife, and the blood is burning.
One punch fell into the eyes of Ziqing, but it seemed to be able to shatter everything. He seemed to see the opening of the world, the original point exploded, and the world's fetal membrane was forming.
hold head high!
There is a dragon elephant in his soul world. A golden war soul appears in it. The same fist piercing forward, a golden battle clothes are rolling, and the wind is flying. There is a golden dragon elephant on it.
puff!
The cow was sorrowful, the silver SE unicorn was discounted, and the cracks were densely flew out.
Compared with the thirteen people, Xiao Yi seemed small and weak. When he took a step, he avoided the space storm. The flat fist fell on the purple green SE war knife, and suddenly a roar of the landslide tsunami.
Voice.
Big!
There are Mars splashing, and each one is full of brightness, as if the little sun of gold SE, the hot breath distorted the space.
call!
Zi Qing flew out, rolled up the sword. Half a sliced sternum, he sprayed a rebellious blood in the air and was beaten back to the original shape.
"Mix!"
He roared loudly and lost his calmness and prestige, but then, a big hand shot down and pressed on his head.
Well!
Zi Qing faced the ground, the entire face collapsed, and a dozen blood white teeth spit out. His head was drowsy, and he was almost stunned in an instant.
The Quartet of the Thousands of Battle is quiet and silent, and the breathing can be heard. Many people's eyes are stagnant, and they even become dull. Many Beibei strong people can't believe their eyes.
The cover was pressed in the same generation, and there was no enemy. Today, I was slapped by a slap, landing in this way, and even the teeth were beaten.
Not only the physical injury. Only the same standing in the Gaoming field knows that the purple green spiritual world, and even the war soul has been hit hard, otherwise it cannot be so confused. This is the phenomenon of chaos of will. There is really no suspense.
There is no effort to fight again.
"Ziqing!"
Bei Xue's criminal sky was drinking, and the gods in the eyes were shiny. He was very forced. He didn't expect. He was almost invincible, and he had a lot of hopes to win the disciples of the wrongdoing of the soul.
The gap is too big.
On the second Zhang SE's throne, after a short shock, Taokong laughed and laughed, without the slightest scruples. At this time, he still has any doubts. His disciple really took that step.
Force, look at the younger generation of the North Snow, who else is the enemy, and the purple green is not good, and the scorpion martial arts won't work.
Silently, the third blue SE throne turned into a pink, died of the wind, and Bei Xuetian stood up. Although his eyes were calm, the face was iron green. No one knew what he was thinking.
Eyebrows, they stared at Xiao Yi on the battle platform, as if they wanted to see what to wear. In the meditation, they seemed to guess something.
On the battle platform.
Xiao Yi looked at Ziqing, who was barely struggling, he coughed blood, and his face was blurred, but the pair of congested eyes was clearly visible.
"As a warrior, the spiritual practice is also a cultivation. Grasp the seven emotions and six yu is not indulgent. You do n’t have more torque at will, and your heart is narrow.
Don't kill you, maybe one day, when you understand the meaning of life, you will understand. "
After a pause, Xiao Yi took a deep breath, and a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, said: "In my hometown, there are two words, martial arts, Wuzhoge, and cultivation.
With the conquest of martial arts, the cultivation is that such people are martial arts, and in the eyes of the world, this is a magic, a ghost, a sanctuary, or a thought of being a demon, only thinking about it. "
"You are teaching me."
Zi Qing stared at Xiao Yi deadly. His soul world was created, his will is scattered, and it is difficult to discipline. At this moment, his eyes are red, the whole face is all -recognition, and he seems to have thought about something.
You gathered the soul of the unique battle, and after experiencing the opening of the world, you have a real mark on the world. "
What!
Almost all the northern snow people take a breath of cooling air. Many elders look at each other, and their eyes are extremely complicated.
Only the purple Qing, who has condensed the semi -top -top soul, really understands mysteries. Since he is so affirmative, it will not be wrong.
It actually condensed hundreds of millions of unique war souls.
What is a unique battle soul, the soul of war soul, and the superiority of the superior martial arts can be derived. The most important thing is that the tenth day is the chaos void.
Gathering the best war soul and the branding of the weather machine. It is really open to the world after the RI is really open -minded.
Moreover, as soon as the soul of the martial arts comes out, it can differentiate the ninety -nine war souls, and each battle soul avatar can have 10 % of the cultivation of the body.
Although the combat power cannot be improved so much, it is far from comparable to the superior war soul, not to mention, it is difficult for many elders to imagine with the best of war souls.
On the throne of the crystal, Nie Beixue, who has been silent, finally spoke, but the tone was as bland as ever.
"Ziqing, retreat."
On the battle platform, the body and the trembling purple green fiercely stunned, revealing an incredible SE in the eyes, but soon turned into bitterness, murmured: "The patriarch."
"Ziqing, down."
This is the voice of Bei Xue torture. After all, he sighed, revealing the ashamed SE, got up and worshiped with Taokong.
Tao Kong took a step towards the side, but was not subject to this gift.
Knowing that there was a peach empty for a while, he would not be relieved, and he had a heart of heart. Bei Xue Xue Tian had to silently speak, and bowed towards the crystal throne in the front after counting the interest.
Sitting in the town of Tianjia Road, Wang Family Changzhiyun. "
"Quay." Nie Beixue's tone was calm.
"Master."
Zi Qing gritted her teeth, and walked down a thousand battle platforms. When I saw the familiar figure in front of Bei Xue's punishment in front of him, he finally sprayed a bleeding blood, his will jing sinks, and he fell into sleep.
In just a moment, many Bei Xue people have not responded yet. Looking at the thousands of battle tables, there is no Zi Qing figure. This former RI oppressed young people who did not dare to give birth to the meaning of competing.
Today, Ri is so bad, I don't know if I can return again.
Many people understand that this is a hurdle, and many will cultivate the strong ones who enter the heavenly realm. Today, the purple green spiritual world shocks, and even ruptured.
Naturally, you can go further in a hundred feet. If it is not broken, it is eternal sinking.
Bei Xuetian turned and left. None of the elders looked at him. There was a slightly frowning of Peach, but he didn't stop it. He swept through many old elders, sneered in his heart, but he didn't want to say more.
"The rise of a person must have a person to end, as strong as purple Qing, it has become a stepping stone."
"Will the three of them fight with the generals?" Will it be the three of them? "
People gathered, and today there are only three figures left on the thousand -foot battle platform. In addition to purple and green, empty also stepped down the battle platform.
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