“what!”

Scream, hey, in this mountain, like the sky.

The figure of Red Luo didn’t know how many meters to exit at this moment. She looked at the ready to complete the arms of the blood mist, like Evil Ghost Asura.

“How dare you do this!”

The red Luo was completely crazy, and the eyes suddenly became red and red.

A path of terrifying’s Blood Qi and Demon Qi are lingering from her body, like the witch in the hell.

“Magic work!?”

Ling He’s face changed suddenly. He looked at the red Luo figure and lost his voice: “Swallowing blood magic?”

He has learned from the Demon Cultivator that he swallowed the magical power, which is a volume of cultivation technique in Culture World, which is said to be able to swallow blood for his own use.

This red Luo, actually cultivation swallowing magic?

The Eight Wild Wars are not the Mozong!

The lord of the Eighth Desert War, is the abandonment of the Lord of the Temple of the Buddha.

“I will kill you!”

If the voice of the Red Luo is full of madness at this moment, the descendants of the Nazcent Soul True Monarch, the descendants of the Nascent Soul True Monarch, are so severely wounded on this star, arms are misted, unless the limbs are regenerated, otherwise they are not May be cured again.

Red Luo imagined that he was missing his arm and the whole person was completely insane.

She doesn’t care who Qin Xuan is, and she doesn’t care about her strength.

There is only one thought in the heart of the red heart, and her figure is reflected in her pupil.

“Kill him out, pull out the soul and refines the soul, let him suffer endless suffering!”

Qin Xuan’s expression is still calm, calm terrifying, facing the red Luo crazy, he seems to be watching a fascinated ant.

Blood Qi is like a konjac, and Demon Qi is like a Flood Dragon.

In this purple-black Blood Qi Demon Qi, the figure of Red Luo came out in front of Qin Xuan.

The eight bloody battles are filled with blood, and at this moment, it is more like Asura, oh, bright red.

If the fist is mad, it is enough to destroy the mountain and destroy the mountain.

Red Luo with one arm left, condense around the body of the Peak Qi magical explosion.

Punch, Qin Xuan behind the earth will be ready to split, punching the wind on the ground, actually exploding a huge depression.

Qin Xuan’s foot is hanging, never sinking, facing the red fist this fist.

He just explored the action of the palm, just like a breeze.

Hōng!

The waves are soaring and smashing the sky.

Red Luo is dumbstruck, she is crazy but incredulously looking at Qin Xuan.

“This is impossible!”

She groaned and attacked with all her strength, and the other party did not move.

It is as if she is like a banyan tree, doing her best, not as good as a breeze.

Qin Xuan’s palm, a bloody pattern quietly lit up, it is a barren battle pattern, just diffuse in the palm of your hand.

If a blood line is like True Dragon, it can be connected to move unhindered, more like a great array, such as Allheaven Myriad Dao.

In contrast, the eight-gravity pattern on the red Luo is like a weak hair.

Qin Xuan’s palms were slightly forceful, only to see the sound of the broken bones sounding one after another, and the red Luo painful voice screamed.

Bang!

A muffled sound, the war pattern that permeated the red robber box broke, and even the fist of the fist was pinched into a fine powder at this moment.

Hōng!

Suddenly, Qin Xuan’s palm was shocked, and the other arm of the red Luo was shocked into a fine powder, which turned into a blood mist.

The figure of Red Luo is more like a meteor. The ground falls more than a kilometer. The body almost tears a huge gully on the earth, and the sound of bone cracks is endless.

“That is… eight wild warfare?”

Hu Qing lost his voice, Qin Xuan, despite the fact that he displayed a palm of the eight-grain battle pattern, but two people condensed, how can you not find it?

This Azure Emperor, actually has eight wild warfare?

“How could he understand the eight-year-old warfare? The eight-year-old warfare body is the secret of the Battle Buddha Temple. The Eight-Yar Warfare is also a non-inner-class Disciple.” Ling He is also extremely stunned.

Under the Dragon Pond Mountain, the 3,300-inch Dan has been ready to see them like dragons and phoenixes.

Nowadays, they suddenly realize that the Azure Emperor in the past is just a drop in the ocean. What is the secret of the Azure Emperor’s with the body?

In the face of the Red Army of the Eight Dead Warriors, the Azure Emperor never used the half trace Magic Force from the beginning to the end, just by the flesh.

Such as grinding ants!

Two people stupefied, there is confusion in my mind.

Among the gullies outside the kilometer, Red Luo’s arms were broken, and she looked at Qin Xuan with fear.

At this moment, she is ready to be no longer crazy, but full of fear.

escape!

The other party is not her strong enemy, even though she is unwilling to believe, her cultivator, Half-Step Spirit Transformation cultivator, will be so defeated in the hands of this mortal cultivator.

“When I return to Cultural World, I will make you die without a place to bury!” Red Luo snarled, and she turned and slammed into the distance.

Both arms are destroyed, and all are nothing.

At this moment, she is completely insulted and dared to have a haf trace hesitant.

Qin Xuan did not move from the original place. He looked at the red roar that jumped up. Suddenly, he gave his fingers slightly and his fingers popped up.

Sōu sōu !

Two Blood Qi lined up, as if the god bow was full moon, and the two lines of the fairy line emerged from his fingertips.

Nine Dragons Soaring !

Although this is the case, at the moment, Qin Xuan only uses two bloody Blood Qis, as if the Half-Step Spirit Transformation, the Golden Core Great Accomplishment of the Red Luo, even let him no more qualification for little bit strength .

For a moment, the two blood lines are ready to shine, between Heaven and Earth, and even two red glows are almost invisible.

The red body suddenly stagnated from the air, she looked down, it was originally charming, and now the face is almost full of panic.

I saw that the two blood lines passed through her legs, and for a moment, her legs were ready to become nothing.

Bang!

Nearly at the same time, the explosion sounds, the blood mist from the sky, the body of the red Luo almost flipped a few times in the air, unable to fall to the ground.

Red Luo Man was looking at the day with horror, almost blank in his mind.

Her limbs… all turned into nothingness?

Ling He and Hu Qing are sluggish, and the two people are falling on Qin Xuan, who is not moving. The fear is branded in the bottom of my heart, as if it is not a Golden Core Low Grade cultivator in front of them. It is a Nascent Soul True Monarch, Dao Fusion.

Qin Xuan also had no emotion in his eyes. He spread his hand and saw that the void was pulling the huge force. A thousand meters away, the broken figure of the red Luo was like a rag, accompanied by blood coming from the air.

“Azure Emperor!” Ling He suddenly reacted, with horror and revere saying: “This grandfather’s grandfather is a Nascent Soul True Monarch, Azure Emperor, are you really going to kill?”

Hu Qing’s face has also changed suddenly. If the red Luo died, the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Eight Deserts will never give up and even involve them.

“Azure Emperor, hope to think twice!” Hu Qing down, very careful.

“My grandfather is Nascent Soul True Monarch. If you dare to kill me, my grandfather will kill this star!”

“Let me let go, I promise to leave, I don’t dare to find you a little trouble!”

Mo said that Hu Qing and Ling He, Red Luo at this moment, even more tears of fear and blood mixed together, his face is more and more terrible.

Qin Xuan glimpsed a glimpse of Hu Qing, Ling He two people, surrounded by red robe for mercy, threatening words, no words.

Later, he just pointed to the micro-bomb, and a glimpse of Blood Qi fell from his fingertips.

Hōng!

For a moment, the head of the red Luo was ready to become a blood mist.

Eight wild wars red Luo!

There is no dead body!



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