Heavenly Star

(... I'm tragic. Bow apologies. I don't think you want to hear the reason, either. Tomorrow will be decisive.

Seven shadows simultaneously hit the flame positive, six of them disappeared in the instant room, only one left in front of him, his right fist, is pounding hard on the flame positive chest... strangely, the flame positive body just suddenly leaned back a few points, and Wu Sanshi's fist was like sucked, the motion was stiffened there.

Drink

After a second, flame was suddenly angry eyebrows upside down, a thunderous drink, the red light around the body found the vent, rushed from the place hit by Wu San Si fist. Wu San Stone, if hit by a heavy hammer, flew straight out in a painful grunt, his body was almost on the ground before slowing his breath, his body twisted, his feet firmly sucked on the ground like magnets, no fall, but his face burst with a clear and discernable red tide.

“The ghost of 'Thousand Phantoms' is unpredictable, it is hard to defend, but your power is not as good as mine. When you release phantoms, you must also disperse your power. Not only can my North Emperor's flaming soul unleash its power with his hands, but every part of your body is fine. It can be your 'Thousand Phantoms' natural star. Don't use these fancy things. If you want to beat your husband, use your strength and strength honestly.” Flaming backwards and backwards, the cold way, as an elder teaches to his descendants.

Wu San Si breathed heavily, and under the shock, he had suffered internal injuries. Without the need for a positive explanation, he already knew about it in the blow just now. His punch hit him hard in the chest, and while he was creating the phantom, the flames had begun to accumulate power in the dark, and after he hit him, the power of the reserved moments instantly countered him... as he did, the release of the power of the flaming spirit was not only through his hands and feet, and every part of his body could feel comfortable.

With a chill hum, Wu San thought as a conciliation, he instantly walked forward. This time, he did not use a thousand phantoms, but rushed up without fancy, spinning with it in his own degree.

Wu Sanshi is not necessary to be strong. He is now in the junior realm of the heavenly class, but after all, there is no difference with the flame. The illusion technique is heavy on the assassin's like blow must kill, he is not close to the fight, plus he has already borne no internal wounds, more than a dozen faces have begun to show irreplaceable picture. His movements were remarkable, but he was still clearly blocked under the pressure of a flaming air field, thus depriving him of his advantage. Finally, he sighed a long time, avoiding the flames and turning back after a blow, sighing: “If you do not play as well as people, you will surely lose again. ”

Yan Zheng's hands retracted and said callously: “The world of martial arts has spoken, the world of martial arts is not broken. This is ridiculous. In the view of my husband, in the face of absolute power, spending time is just a fantasy, which is not very useful. If you compete with your husband today, you will be victorious over him. ”

Wu Sansi frowned. "You are wrong, I am not as good as you, I can only blame you for my lack of mastery. I would never dare to agree with my strength..."

Huh...

As the wind suddenly blows through, a lean figure stood in front of Wu San Thinking, showing a flash of mistake on his face, a subconscious surprise in his heart... this person, so fast.

Slimmed face, stiff face, indifferent eyes, not tall, not short, slightly thin figure, this person, of course, suddenly rushed out of the cold cliff. In the hand, hold the broken blade that was removed at some point, pointing straight to the positive inflammation.

The emergence of the cold cliff immediately attracted the attention of all, and the eyes of a man with all kinds of eyes locked the only two decades of glory, but standing in front of the flames with a strong sense of war and astonishing killing. The teenager had been neglected by them, but at this moment his sudden invisible momentum made it impossible for the experts who stood at the peak of the Devil's Martial Arts on the Tianchen mainland to be unstable.

Yan took a close look at him, his eyes finally fell on the broken blade in his hand. He remembered the information about this person. His face moved slightly. "I didn't expect that my husband would see such a great talent so soon. Today is a truly unmistakable journey. ”

Nobody feels overrated by the commanding elder of the Northern Emperor, because from the momentum alone, it is easy to see that this young man of about 10 years of China has actually stepped to the heavenly ranks!

It's not like they've never been able to climb to the sky at this age, and they must be legendary characters who can destabilize the winds and clouds of the world more than a decade or so later. In the previous hundred years, there was only one man known to have set foot in the sky at the age of twenties... the god of war wind and sunshine.

The appearance of this teenager surprised them how much. And the look on this man's face and the cold and horrible killings he unleashed were clearly destined to be a ruthless disaster star. They seem to have seen a day when the whole sky is so disturbed by people. The day is within reach.

Chu Zhuangtian was about to subconsciously shout out, but the flame broke and dragged him in the corner. He lowered his voice: “Don't interfere with him. ”

Chu Zhuangtian only retracted the broken voice. In his face, he was excited, anticipating, and worried. He has progressed with the Cold Cliff for three years * * almost every day, crossing swords and knowing everything about each other. And now that the cold cliff has only been in the lower order of the heavens for less than a month, does he really have a chance of winning in the face of this breathtaking flame?

“Brother, heart.” Wu Sansi stayed for a little while, remembered the cold cliff, used the extreme sound channel, and then turned away. Today, he has looked away. Inevitably, he looked at the young people who had been with the cold cliff before... if they were all like this teenager, then... it would have been too horrible, Jane, to the point where she thought.

“You must be Cold Cliff, right? You don't need to be surprised. Three years ago, you appeared in the kingdom of Tianlong with the weapon of the god of war wind and sun. We were not interested in you. Later, we learned occasionally that you were the son of the god of wind and sun... In just three years, you actually went from that blinding infant to the present... the blood of the god of war is amazing. Though your father died, there is no regret that you will not lose to his descendants.” The flames are not without exclamation.

Once again, the atmosphere condensed as if the script had been arranged. Following the Son of the Phantom, the Son of the God of War appeared right in front of the flames, attracting everyone's eyes. No one has ever heard of the warrior wind after sunshine, but in his righteous capacity, he definitely does not reveal falsehood. Unexpectedly, they got another piece of extraordinary news.

Son of the god of war, no wonder you have such a momentum! They began to look forward to his performance.

Even though the flame spoke his identity in two words, the cold cliff remained calm and waveless, and the breath had quietly locked in the flame and was ready to attack.

“The gods of war attacked the realm of the Divine Dao, and you, relying on your qi, appear to be dissatisfied with what I said before, then prove it with your strength.” In front of the cold cliffs, the flames were not huge, and there was a faint red light in both hands and a slightly stiffened face.

However, he said softly in his heart that the foundation was too shallow to be fear. But if he goes on like this...

Shiatsu

If a thick cardboard was torn apart by a knife that was not very sharp, the body of the cold cliff was already roaring like a wind, and who would believe that it was the sound of the wind blade in his hand cutting open the air?

With the thunderous movement of the Cold Cliff, most of the experts in the field have subconsciously frowned and pondered their probability of avoiding this blow in a state of preparedness and unprepared. This cold-cliff strike is like an arrow pulled out of a bow to the full moon, and the addition process can be negligible. The explosive force at that moment is horrible. Can't help but wonder: and what about the other powers of this person, if he is hiding in the dark, suddenly attacking the target, how many people can escape his attackers in the world?

Ten years later, 20 years later, how many more can escape!?

Hiss…

Flaming palms, like an iron clamp, trapped the cold cliff's hand to death, and the broken blade in the cold cliff's hand had pierced the clothes in his chest, touching his skin, just a little further forward, enough for him to see blood.

Decades of experience and a sense of crisis that had become almost instinctive over the decades made him lift his hands among the flint of electricity and take the sudden blow of the cold cliff. When his hand held down the pliers of the cold cliff, his heart also beat suddenly, not lightly, but in the aftermath of instinct.

“Amazing degree!” Bowl of Fire can't help but whisper low.

“Yeah, yeah, even my grandfather, his talent for what's ‘quick and hard’ is hard for anyone to compare to him.” Chu replied in shock, but still nervous. Because the talent of the cold cliff will turn him into a demon in the dark, fulfilling the nightmares of countless people, but he is not fit to possess the power of temptation and strength, nor is he fit for positive combat... At this time, the right hand of the cold cliff Napoleon blade is confined in the palm of the hand by the flame, whether it is coincidence or agility, which is a terrible situation for the cold cliff.

“Your degree is amazing, but... without strength, once you are locked in, there is no threat!!” The flames are flaming, and the tighter your hands are. The muscles on the cold cliff face began to twitch slightly, pouring all the power into his right arm, but could not escape the flaming palm, but the tighter he held it... he did not try to use his left hand, because it would cause the power to disperse, making it even more impossible for him to escape.

Cold Cliff, he was like a sharp blade, and when he suddenly fired, he could die before the escaped enemy cut his throat, but once the knife handle was caught by others, he had not enough power to break free, like a lamb. He himself has no strength, and is even more difficult to match right in front of the flames of heavenly intermediate strength.