Demon’s Diary

Yellow-brown venom fell on the golden sand curtain, making a loud sound, and one of the sour smells spread.

Liu Ming's face changed, and the sand curtain that had fallen into Kinshasa was corroded by the venom out of a large hole. Since the Condensate Period, there has been no indestructible spirit apparatus. Today, it has been severely damaged.

He thought suddenly and suddenly bit his teeth and shouted coldly:

“Blast!“

But see the golden sand curtain surface golden flow room, sharply shrinking, blinking into a fist-sized golden light group, and “bursting” a loud burst.

The golden ray of rays of rays of rays of golden light burst out in all directions.

The demonic python was the first to be struck by countless golden lights on its body, and a tinkling sounded. Although it was not pierced, the storm caused by the explosion of the superb spirit apparatus flew it far away.

The fat old man saw this, the color slightly changed. I didn't expect Liu Ming to use such a means of burning jade and stone, and countless small gold flashes of undiminished power came to his attention.

But the old man, as a true Dan strong, naturally imminent, coldly snorted, one palm just a rub in front of him, just a piece of green flame emerged in the sky, instantly formed a green flame wall, blocked in front of him.

“Pfft” and "Pfft” sounded, but the golden flame just stirred up the green flame wall surface for a sharp roll, but couldn't hurt it any more.

But at this point, the old man fluctuated together, and a golden sword emerged out of thin air, and just slipped around and a piece of golden sword fell down.

The fat old man's face revealed a slight discoloration, a mouth, a triangular tiny hammer flew out of it, and his hands flew fast to change, flying fast to rotate, releasing a large cloud of turquoise fog, to meet the golden sword.

The fog seemed thin, but once the sword fell into it, the green fog was like a maggot of bones, wrapped up one layer after the other, and instantly all the sword energy was followed.

Although it does not reach the level of Pharaoh's prototype, this triangle is also a 35-layer forbidden superb spirit apparatus. After many years of cultivation by the elderly with the fire of Jindan, it has long been compatible with it, and it is no less powerful than ordinary Pharaoh's prototype.

Not far away, Liu Ming saw the scene, but the corner of his mouth slightly curled, silent hands slightly over the old man.

A low, unheard void sounded, the golden flying sword blurred and suddenly vanished from sight.

The next moment, a faint sword flashed silently behind the fat old man and suddenly turned into a golden flying sword.

The blank flying sword was so weird, but it really surprised the fat old man. He couldn't sacrifice another spirit defense. He could only snort a chill, and suddenly the green light flourished behind him. A green light shield was gathered.

“Pfft” sounded softly and the blank sword was stuck on the light shield.

The power of Yuan Ling's flying sword appears at this time.

The seemingly very thick light shield was broken apart by the stiffness and flashed. Yu Wei instantly broke through the fat elderly's body protection and left a shallow wound on his back.

Almost at the same time, Liu Ming's body twisted, but also rushed the elderly at an incredible speed, before approaching, he rubbed his hands, a thunderbolt, two silver arcs bounced out.

The fat old man existed as a realm of genuine dan, only when he was wounded by a middle-crystalline monk, immediately revealing his fury, biting the tip of his tongue violently, and spraying a sperm of blood on the triangle beard in front of him.

The green light flourished in the midst of the triangle, and a huge ghost face instantly appeared on the face, a big mouth, an inky green yin gust erupted from it, greeted the lightning.

However, when the green fog touched the lightning, it was like encountering a star. In the crackle, it quickly dissipated into the invisible.

When Liu Ming saw the scene, his heart was delighted and suddenly poured all his powers into his hands, when a crackling silver-colored thunder ball appeared in his palm.

His hands were flying a quarter faster, and the lightning ball struck in an arc, turning into a giant thunder and pounding the flag across the street.

The giant ghost face touched the silver-colored thunder net and suddenly made a terrible mourning, rolling black smoke in awe.

When Liu Ming exited a “burst” word, the silver thunder net burst open and turned into a dense and numb silver wire.

The ghost face screamed and burst open in the lightning, dissipating invisible.

Triangle Xiao Xiao sighed, a crack appeared on the face of the xiao, the lightning had poured past and hit the fat old man.

When the old man snorted coldly, his body blurred, and suddenly lashed out backwards, avoiding the thunder in front of him.

At this point, the sound of a broken sky above his head wound broke, and a number of lengths of golden swordlight swept in again.

The old man waved his hands without saying anything, and five green claws flew out,

The sound of metal collision of the "claw”, the sword light slightly paused, and then the five claws were broken into pieces.

But by then, the fat old man had a one-handed move, a yellow light flashed, and after another blur, turned into the dead wooden wand.

“Bang" sound!

Golden sword light and dead wooden wand collided sharply, sword light in the middle of the sky, yellow light scattered, can not stop for a moment.

Meanwhile, the shadow of the shadow flashed, Liu Ming once again appeared ghostly behind the fat old man, the black gas rolled out, condensed into four black dragons, four black tigers, then under one blur of arms, countless pitch-black boxing fierce attack, the heavy rain covered the figure of the fat old man.

This time, the fat old man's face really changed dramatically. He hastily took out a shield from his body, one knife, two superb spiritual apparatuses, turned into black, green and two groups of light and Xia's desperate resistance, but he was also completely covered by the dense and numb fist shadow, as if a leaf canoe had nothing to do but fight back.

The dense and numb boxing shadow around the area is getting heavier and heavier, making the fat old man's arms hurt instantly.

Under his anger, once he bit his teeth, the surrounding green light flourished, and his body was another blur, suddenly turned into seven or eight different shadows, flushing in all directions.

Most of the fictional shadows were instantly smashed apart by the black fist shadow, only one of them rushed out raw.

The green light flashes, and this fiction is re-transformed into a fat old man outside a dozen husbands.

But at that time, he didn't have the slightest sense of authenticity. Not only was his shirt broken and bloody, but he was also blue and purple, relying only on two superb psychic devices in his hand to barely protect his shape.

“Impossible, how could a middle-crystal monk in the district have such a powerful divinity?” The fat old man was scared and scared, and his face was full of disbelief.

But far away the fist shadow scattered, Liu Ming also reappeared in the black gas. After looking at the old man with no expression, the two arms were just one, and then the black gas rolled again.

The fat old man's face glistened green, his eyebrows flashed upside down, he actually put away the knife shield in his hand, and "La La La" directly tore the top shirt open, immediately revealing a bright tattoo of almost every inch of skin.

Liu Ming saw this, his pupils slightly shrunk, but his body's powers suddenly rushed, bursting black gas suddenly curled, and then turned into four foggy dragons.

The fat old man laughed, his hands were just a pinch, his body tattoo suddenly all kinds of light and generosity, but then came out of his body four different obscure monster fiction, flushed four fogs and tore together.

At this moment, Liu Ming suddenly single-handedly pinched the knife and spit a “blast” in his cold mouth.

“Boom”, "Boom”...

More than a dozen knives, hammers, flags, etc. suddenly appeared in the four fogs and burst at the same time.

Several of the apparatuses self-exploded into huge groups of light, instantly rolling the four fogs and monster fiction together and tearing them apart.

“No."

When the fat old man screamed and his face was white, several groups of blood erupted.

Obviously, the Phantom of the Four-Headed Monster was connected to his mind, and the moment it was destroyed it was quite traumatized.

The wooden wand in the sky was involved and immediately fell from the sky with a wail.

Those dozen self-destructing apparatuses were naturally obtained by Liu Ming during the killing of the opponent. Even if they were destroyed, there would be no heartache.

After he hit his hand, he didn't mean to give his opponent a wheezing machine. One hand went high and the golden flying sword circled, and he broke into the old man's air.

On the other hand, Liu Ming stepped on the void with one foot. He also lashed out at the elderly like a crossbow arrow. On the way, he blurred and turned into a three-way illusion.

The fat old man saw this, frightened and angry, one hand rushed a little higher, instantly fluctuated together, some broken triangular flag appeared over it, finally resisted the gold flying sword.

At the same time, it repeatedly pinched, the body surface spiritual print flashed, then flew out a bright glow from the body, and the sound of "clamor” sounded inside, which actually emitted dense and numb crystalline rain.

The three phantoms rushed across the street were struck by the rain, and then two of them were instantly extinguished by the collapse of black gas. Only one of them flashed with a golden light and fell into a flutter.

When the fat old man saw this stunned, he still didn't understand what was going on, the shadow flashed behind him. Liu Ming actually emerged close at hand, and shook a thick fist wrapped in purple scales, then hit the old man hard in the back.

“Boom”.

By the time the fat old man finds out something is wrong behind him, he can no longer escape naturally and can barely muster a green shield behind him again.

But this shield was instantly smashed by purple fists, and the fat old man himself was punched again and spit blood forward.

At this point, a clear sound was heard in the sky, and the golden flying sword had shredded the triangular flag and turned into a roll of golden rainbow flushing old men after a blur.

“Junior, you bully me too much! ”

After a fall, the fat old man finally stood steady and saw a broken golden rainbow, his eyes suddenly showed a madness, a strong green air burst out of his mouth, hidden to see an egg-sized round bead, emitting an appalling fluctuation of magic.

(Second more. Khan, the struggle is really not very good to write, the plot of the struggle has been modified several times, and it is only to the satisfaction of forgetting the words.