The sound of the esoteric esoteric, suddenly appeared a little bright in the sky.

Although it is only a little, it has overtaken the countless lights in the world and almost makes people unable to open their eyes.

The esoteric leaves turned his head and said, “Here we go.”

Lin Han also looked at him and squinted, “Is it Xu’s northern suing fairy?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

Lin Han simply sat on the floor and smiled, “The king is here waiting for Xu to swim here.”

The occult no longer speaks, and waits.

Ten miles away, Xu North finally drew his sword.

Pulling the sword instead of the sword, the fairy is far from the mountain dust.

The white-haired white-headed old man is divided into two, but it is not the top-of-the-box occult that separates the three incarnations of the autumn leaves, but the soul of his own soul, also known as the god.

The yin god wanders out, the body is slightly ethereal, but there is the majesty of heaven.

At this time, the cloudy god wrapped up seven golden swords, formed a sword array, his Buddha and mastered a mountain-shaped magic weapon, constantly falling, every fall will leave a huge hole in the ground, roaring, the sky shaking.

This mountain-like magic treasure is called the six peaks, is indeed good, originally a peak on the ancestral vein of West Kunlun, was cut off by the Yuqing Avenue of the year, only take the peak, cast a character, after several generations of people's refining, square into the magic treasure, can be big and small, moved with the heart.When it comes to enemies, there is no need to have any divine differences, just relying on their own weight, you can overcome the enemy, and King Kong is not bad, in addition to the most powerful martial arts, it is difficult for other monks to have the method of restraint.

Even if Xu North travel, under the premise of not leaving the sword, it is not a simple thing to break this magic weapon with his bare hands.

So Xu North Tour is finally pulling out the thorny fairy that has been hanging in the waist.

There is no need to swim out of the sword in Xubei, but only the vast sword air contained in the fairy, so that the six peaks can not fall.

At the same time, the seven small swords can not be near the north to swim in front of the slightest.

Xu Beiyou took a slight stroke forward, and the vast atmospheric machine carried by the body made the shape of the mountain dust god become fluttering, which seemed to be illusion, and the mountain dust itself was extremely awkward in the air.

After the mountain dust forced Xu Beiyou to draw the sword, it would no longer dare to be entangled with Xu Beiyou, who was holding the fairy, after all, the name of the evil murderer has already spread all over the world, needless to say that the twenty-three real people thousands of years ago, only to say that his peers' dust-free brothers, is under the spirit of the sword, falling into the body, falling into the situation, which was early to sit and die.

Mountain dust does not want to be related to the spirit of the fairy sword, if it is said to be stained with the spirit of the sword, even if this time you can get away with life, the next half of life is afraid that it will not end well.

Through this heel, the mountain dust put away the yin god, turned into a long rainbow, and converged with the basalt leaves.

Xu Beiyou held the fairy, expressionless, no eager to pursue, but not slowly to the forest cold where the land "walk" to go.

At this time, Xu Beiyou is not stepping on a flying sword, nor is it leaning over and flying, and the body is so upright in mid-air, slowly moving forward, like the legendary fairy driving fog.

Plus a little purple character of the eyebrows, the purpleness between the bodies, and the unrisonable fairy style.

After the mountain dust and the basalt leaves converged, the two of them used the magic at the same time.

In an instant, there were countless characters in the sky and the sky.

The two real people, Xuan Ye and Mountain Dust, also ooze out of scarlet blood at the same time.

Xu Beiyou still has no intention of stopping, is still moving forward, and soon enters the countless characters.

Xu Bei suddenly felt as if he had sunk into the ocean composed of the fence, and countless characters were stacked on top of each other, endlessly flowing, as if they were full of the vast world.

The north side waved its sleeves without expression.

Under this sleeve, countless golden fences receded on both sides like the tide, but then these golden fences quickly re-close.

The north face does not change, and it is a sleeve.

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The "big tide" composed of golden characters is divided and combined, combined and divided.

The mountain dust sat on its knees, closed its eyes, and instantly flowed out of blood.The leaves are not much better, their faces are as pale as paper, and there is no half-blood.

The number of golden fences increased by several times in an instant, completely submerged Xu North Tour, and then did not see the same phase of the previous one.

But only a moment later, in the rolling golden crest in the tide, a full moon sword light rose, like the moon.

The sword is like the moonlight, Hao Hao soup, blown up the sky, like a round of the bright moon breaking the sea to the east rising curtain.

The two finally forced the north to swim out of a sword.

This sword was handed out, and the mighty sword spirit began to sweep the golden seal with the vicissation.

He got up and said, “Oooh!”

It is only seen that thousands of golden characters form a golden bridge in this instant, across the heaven and earth.

The world is like a sea of bitterness, building a golden bridge to cross the bitter sea.

This is the golden bridge of Taiji, yin and yang, and clear between the heavens and the earth.

This sword of the north tour is constantly going, and it is still going straight forward.

The sword is huge, like a thousand troops running in the front line, and it hit the golden bridge!

The whole golden bridge trembled and shook.

The sword of the north has also stagnated.

The trembling of the fairy, it seems to have been provoked, angry, and the purple and blue gas on the sword are getting more and more surging.

The body of the mountain dust sitting on the knees began to flutter, and the light was scattered.

The mountain dust has taken his own life as a price, but also to stop the sword of Xu North.

After the already weak leaves saw this scene, they were both sad and angry, like a white paper face and a smear of blood, and drank loudly: "Uncle!"

At this time, the sword of Xu Beiyou was actually on a heavy floor again.

The sword entered again and broke the golden bridge.

The sword continued to move on, and then swept away the remaining golden characters in the sky.

The occult of the mind was implicated in the throes of blood, and the air machine languished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two people joined forces, although it was already very extraordinary, but it was no longer like the human race of Xu North, and it could only end up so far.

This sword continued to move forward, and it always came to the face of Lin Han.

This sword is already the end of the strong, but according to the truth, killing the forest cold is more than enough.

But the world is often unexpected, Lin Han actually reached out to hold the sword, in his palm, issued a series of harsh earrings friction sound.

The two can not hold each other, the purple sword spirit will shine the cold face of the forest.

After about half a column of incense, the sword finally slowly dispersed.

The old man dumped his hand, and a long wound appeared on his palm, and the blood was drenched.

Lin Han said softly: "After all, the old man has been in charge of the grassland for many years, so many strange people under his command, and in the early years followed Xiao Yu and worked with blue jade, Xiao Jin, Wei Ban these people, or the general of the army, if you say that you can't change it, it is impossible to say."

Then he looked at Xu Beiyou and asked with a smile, “Lord Xu Zong, can we count our three swords?”

Xu Beiyou came to Lin Han's face and said calmly: "The rhyme of this sword is no sword."The great emperor of the great Zheng Shenzong died in the absence of a sword.”

The cold face changed sharply and looked down.

Only to see the position of his palm wound, there is a silky purple sword, like the bone-possessed gangrene.