Luo Qiubai said in his heart, old friends, none of us won and we all lost.
But there was no export. Before the war, the tension obviously disappeared a lot.
The two of them arrived at Wang Chuanshan but didn’t know where they were.
Luo Qiubai has no heart, because Wang Chuanshan will not come, he will shoot at the most critical time.
At the end of the sea, the moonlight reflected and glistened on the sea. A huge stone tablet was as high as a thousand feet, like a giant peak leaning on the sky and an Excalibur slowly emerging. The bright moonlight fell on the stone tablet, but it seemed like a floating island. After the moon was clear, it was a dragon head. The monster opened his mouth and a row of teeth gave off sharp cold.
This is the’ bully camel monument’!
Chapter 13 The Soul of the Emperor of Heaven
One of the dragons born nine is called the dragon head turtle, which is physically poor.
This bully is based on the fact that the real dragon and Xuanwu copulated to give birth to a god beast. In ancient times, Dayu met a water conservancy.
At the beginning, Naha’s ferocity caused the wind and waves to harm the sky, and he was accepted as the hero of water control by Yu Wang. Later, Yu Wang was afraid that Naha would once again set up a stone tablet with a weight of hundreds of millions of kilograms. Remember that Naha’s merits in water control are to prevent him from running around, and secondly, if one day Naha meets the great avatar again, he hopes that the other party will read it as meritorious in water control and spare his life.
At the moment, this bully is carrying seven "kills" on the stone tablet surface that is not Yu Wang’s water control, but it is like a lonely peak and a cliff, and the iron-painted silver hook is so murderous that it is disheartening and dare not raise eyebrows.
The seven words’ kill’ are bloody and don’t disperse. When the moonlight falls on the surface, it becomes a bloody halo, which makes people sick at the sight.
"Everything is born to support everyone, and everything can be reported to heaven." The strange sharp sound pierced the original seven-killing monument with a black Chinese man with long hair flying and cold eyes, and the slim figure was stretched to the end.
Kill the footstone! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Seven bloody "kill" words suddenly became seven pieces of blood, and all the ghosts were roaring.
The full moon seems to be covered with a layer of blood.
This generation of fierce fiends can finally have a good time today, but I don’t know if the three great masters can catch a few moves.
Luo Qiubai disappeared without saying a word, but his body disappeared and turned into a rainbow in the sea rock with the unity of sword and light.
Other people’s swords have disappeared, and in the end, the combination of others can destroy the light of the immortal and the sword.
There’s blood in the sword. That’s hero blood, not ghost blood.
Luo Qiubai finally entered a wonderful realm at this moment, which is an unimaginable realm. It seems that he can give birth to thousands of firm but gentle enemies in front of him in an instant.
This kind of enemy force can turn over the river at will.
In this power-led, his heart was not violent and fierce because of the sudden rise in strength, but his heart was quiet and there was no thought.
He has forgotten that the old demon in Montenegro has forgotten himself, or that his thoughts have been integrated into this day, this place and this sea. One thought is that things have changed. This is the power of time. This is the enemy’s power. This is the power of nature in heaven and earth.
The birth of life touched the sea and changed the field, and it was magnificent and eulogized.
In a flash, in this life, every picture flashed in my heart.
Every move in life, every second hits the idea of standing still in still time.
If the sky is affectionate, the sky is old, and those touches even move this sky, this land and this sea.
I can’t stop thinking about it. It seems like a quiet volcano erupts suddenly and an undersea earthquake reflects the exhausted tsunami power.
In this life, in this life, Luo Qiubai will not be stronger than this moment.
Li Zhichang silently watched all this in a distant place. Here is emptiness. Here is emptiness. There are countless stars behind the table, and many people are tiny.
But those huge stars will be shaken by the great power of Luo Qiubai. Even if the ephemera shakes the tree with the determination to die, it is impossible for the tree to have no movement at all.
Luo Qiubai is Luo Qiubai. At this moment, he is ashamed of the sword god. His first move is naturally suspicious, but if he can make the old demon in Montenegro injured or show flaws, Fahai Lei Yin, the Tathagata, has nowhere to be found, and Wang Chuanshan can take advantage of the gap and strike.
Thousands of firm but gentle swords are born in the emptiness of flint, and each firm but gentle sword is equivalent to a sword fairy blow.
These tens of millions of swords burst out like drops of water and gathered into a vast river soup.
The old demon in Montenegro is still cold in the face of this firm but gentle look, and even his eyelids are not raised. The gas mask was born before him.
This is the sky, the blood and the moon, and the color is darker. In some other places, the night seems to be covered by something. Only the suzaku behind the old demon in Montenegro lights up for seven nights like a big bird that is about to soar.
Poor shock wave is like rain hitting banana and hitting the gas wall, and it keeps melting without a ripple.
The thick gas wall seems to be composed of white flames, and the firm but gentle waves are used as fuel.
Luo Qiubai, the virtual energy of heaven and earth condensed into a firm but gentle shock wave, and all the oil droplets were sprayed on the fire, which not only failed to put out the fire, but also contributed to the fire.
Sword rainbow dissipates, Luo Qiubai stands in a virtual robe, and his face turns pale.
Fahai Lei Yin Tathagata did not move, because just now he was as poor as the tide in those terrible shock waves, and he did not let the old demon in Montenegro show his flaws.
The first demon title in the world really has no false moisture.
Fahai Lei Yin Tathagata sighed in his heart that this old demon is too unfathomable. If the old demon gets Monty’s seven evil spirits after tonight, it will be difficult to meet Monty’s ancestral spirit when he can return to his body. More strength needs to be restored by 30%, that is, the statue of pharmacist Wang Buddha can also be tolerated.
Unfortunately, except for the heaven, it is impossible for anyone except the moral Buddha and Amitabha Buddha to surpass the level of Jin Xian. Of course, the old demon in Montenegro is an exception.
Luo Qiubai’s eyes are like swords, and he stares at the old demon in Montenegro through layers of obstacles. It seems that he wants to see the most powerful opponent in his life clearly.
The old demon in Montenegro gently raised his right hand, and there was a violent gas strength erupting from his palm, like a jet jet spewing out a powerful gas, which was one hundred times and one thousand times more powerful than the jet spewing out of air billow.
No unnecessary change is the original force.
In the end, all fighting methods are competitive.
Luo Qiubai held high the tears and blood, but firm but gentle as a rainbow, and resisted the horrible extreme gas wave, and then the stalemate followed by the surging vitality explosion.
Smoke and water dispersed in the sea, and a huge black hole was born, and the sea water flowed in.
At the same time, Fahai Lei Yin Tathagata also lost some of his Buddha’s light. In the end, he still made moves and failed to shake the old demon in Montenegro.
This is evident from the peerless earth of the old demon in Montenegro.
His eyes are indifferent, but now he is looking at this and that yuan explosion to create a black hole.
A figure came unsteadily from the bottom, wrapped in rags like a refugee who had just escaped.