Reverend Insanity

Whoa, whoa!

The killing machine was brisk, two figures, in the mezzanine of dreams, traveling fast.

Shinjun Zishan, the Dragon Lord!

Both are extremely fast, like an arrow burst, biased and extremely flexible, like a serpent winding.

Boom!

Both sides fought each other, and a continuous thunderous noise erupted.

A wave of waves swept and swept, but quickly disappeared after falling into nearby dreams.

Two eight-turner fairies began to fight each other, and one was the first generation of the ghost of demon pride to divide the soul, practicing for nearly 100,000 years. The other is a heavenly legend with a quasi-quadratic power, albeit hidden in history.

There is no doubt that the confrontation between the two is the most central, most important and intense battle in the entire superdream battlefield.

The dull collision between the sky tower and the left-night gray, compared to the fierce battle between the two, is minor.

Shinjun Zishan's eyes sparkled with glassy purple light, his arms suddenly stretched out flat, and his body surface suddenly floated with countless charcoal-like pebbles.

The stone flew out, flying in the middle of the sky, getting bigger and bigger, while the stone surface burned a red flame.

Thousands of flint stones, headed toward the Dragon Lord * * *, like a rain pour.

Lord Long punched him so hard, he didn't shy away.

The stone struck him, blocked by a cloud of light surrounding his body.

The clouds did not move, but soon, Lord Long found himself in his mind and set fire to wonders.

His thoughts rose and the flames burned them.

The cloud light needs to be maintained by the Dragon Lord at all times, and his thoughts are constant. The idea was destroyed at this moment and his defense was immediately lost.

Fire rocks hit the dragon's flesh.

A time of bang and bang, flint like an egg, dragon male orthosis like gold and steel, flint of flint, self explosion, countless splashes of Mars and stones.

Lord Long continued to ram directly, his body itself had a terrible accumulation of traces of road, and there were also protective measures similar to the wooden armor of Bizhentian and the ghost of Fangyuan.

He was amazing, like a barbarian dragon in the shape of a human being, with Zishan Zhenjun's indiscriminate bombardment, and braved forward.

A pair of dragon eyes are still indifferent, Lord Dragon's face is motionless, and his face looks like ice.

His eyebrows didn't even wrinkle. Shinjun Zishan's immortal killing technique seemed like a light breeze. It was not worth it.

Lord Long is very strong. Shinjun Zishan is an intelligent magician. He talks about strategy and backs off.

Why not Lord Long, but Shinjun Zishan's mouth is slightly curly.

He suddenly reached out his left index finger, pointing a finger at the dragon lord who had come after him.

All of a sudden, the flowers were all set.

On the surface of Lord Dragon's body, myriad flowers grow inexplicably.

Flowers are rotten, hundreds of thousands, and full of dragon lords.

Dragon's body was strong and his defense was frightening, but the flowers blossomed and his face changed slightly.

“Continuous. ”

For the first time, the dragon duke stopped his pursuit and hung in the air.

From a high-speed flight, he instantly went stationary, demonstrating a remarkable means of movement that had become physically robust.

Flowers on Lord Long, blooming continuously, more and more.

The petals are delicate, seemingly fragile, but they cause great trouble to the Dragon Lord.

Lord Long reached out his right hand, just began to shake into a fist, brewing a breath of time, then suddenly spread his five fingers.

Pong.

A slight blast flew out of his flashing right palm out of countless faint white airflows.

These aircurrents, like an arc of a road, fly halfway through the sky, rapidly circling the body of Lord Dragon, spinning constantly.

An airflow, like a sharp blade. Continuously sweeps away the flowers on the surface of his body.

At one time, the petals floated and the flowers faded away.

The airflow seemed weak. In fact, it was extremely sharp. After a few breaths, the flowers on and off Lord Long's body were wiped out.

Shinjun Zishan saw this scene and his pupils shrunk slightly.

Dragon's knockout technique is very sharp and the airflow is multiple, and requires extremely high levels of manipulation and skill.

Originally, it was just a ploy against the enemy, but the dragon duke manipulated it, but he did it to himself. A little carelessness can cause injury to yourself.

But the Dragon Gong Talent is bold, this technique is proficient in the bones, as if the arms make the fingers, many airflow directly rubbing his skin, clothes surface passing, biased against the latter without any damage, extremely handled in incredible measure, it is simply wonderful to the top.

However, on this occasion, Shinjun Zishan has also succeeded.

Immortal Tao kills difficult to motivate. If Zhao Xiaoyun finds himself in such a situation as Zishan Zhenjun, it is likely that he will prompt the killing to fail.

But Zishan Zhenjun's old ways were incredible and stable. He seized this opportunity and did not waste it.

A book of immortal killing moves, provoked.

The phantom was reborn, surrounded by the body of Zishan Zhenjun, and instantly formed dozens of purple light phantoms.

These visions are still dividing into four, four, ten, instantly forming a large army.

Zishan Zhenjun's figure was hidden, and the Purple Light Phantom Army pounced on the Dragon Lord.

Long Gung snorted coldly, suddenly his right hand turned into a dragon claw and waved violently.

When the air paused, a path of claw marks appeared, which stretched for several lengths, wherever the purple illusion collapsed.

Then, Dragon Lord's left hand also turned into dragon claw, left and right arches open, claw marks spread, space to grab out the cracks.

The Purple Light phantom was quickly emptied, and the eyes of the Dragon Master were bright and glowing, covering a hidden space.

Shinjun Zishan immediately knew that his hiding had been discovered and emerged.

Both sides stood in the air in a background of myriad layers of confused dreams, about a thousand steps from each other.

“Looks like you've been asleep for so many years and can keep up with the times.” Shinjun Zishan is a faint tunnel, he is a wisdom fairy, at this moment the robe is inspired, purple hair shakes, eyes are full of God, the wind is good.

“Recently, I've been practicing. Times are constantly evolving, and this million years has really brought in too many talents and developed too many delicate tools.” The Dragon Mandarin is emotional.

He sighed and continued: "Well, don't use these little tricks. The test is over. Next, show your true kung fu. ”

Shinjun Zishan smiled and nodded: “It should be. ”

The next moment, the two people were shaped like electricity and crashed into each other.

Boom, boom...

The brilliant shadow of light, like a flood of fireworks, erupts, reflecting the surrounding dreams and becoming more lost.

“These two guys are really...” relying on Super Maneuver, Fangyuan has an intuitive understanding of most battlefields.

After observing Shinjun Zishan and Lord Long's opponent for a while, Fang Yuan was somewhat speechless.

“Both are the Eight Spins, and not the usual Eight Spins, it's really too powerful! ”

“Normally, the first time a magician deals with someone, they kill each other with a magic trick. Really fighting each other is the only way to kill with fairy tricks and fairy ways. Instead, they used the Immortal Path to kill each other and test each other. ”

“These two are at least the realms of the great master, whether it be flint stones, flowers, blades, cloud lights, etc., which are a sign of touch-and-between. ”

“If I don't use the backflow amulet, I will fail miserably in one move. ”

“So fierce! ”

“The frequency and firepower of the battles between the two men have risen dramatically! ”

Intelligence is very important to the Magic Immortal.

With the help of Super Maneuver, Fang Yuan observed people for a while and gained a lot.

Neither Shinjun Zishan nor Lord Long, Fangyuan is an opponent. Even if he had a backflow amulet, he could only be passively beaten.

In fact, when the North Plains went against the river, Fangyuan was able to escape, thanks to the chaos at the time.

Ultimately, Fangyuan used the boundary wall to get rid of the pursuit of the dog's tail, the long-lived mink ball.

“It is very difficult and hopeless to get away from this level of mixed warfare according to your strength!” Square eyebrows are screwed into a creep.

At this moment, his face suddenly changed slightly.

Turns out it's a fairy trick, a believing worm, sending a mediocre message.

“The martial arts are not dead, and Joe Zhizi and Iron Face God are safe. They have only been trapped for a while. We're using a fairy house to get here! ”

Martial messenger, let Fangyuan support it, try to preserve his own life, it doesn't matter if he escapes from battle.

He also informed Fangyuan that not only his side, but the Ikejia's elder Pool Quyu also mastered the Immortal House and rushed to support him, only the latter is further away than Wuyong's journey.

Not only these two roads, but all the other superpowers have dispatched magic houses.

The superfamilies of Nanjiang Zhengdao, although they had previously strangled each other, heard the martial arts announcement and the war situation on the side of the superdream, immediately quenched the battle between each other, the people aspired to the city, united to move towards the superdream.

In case of bird's eye view of the entire map of Nanjiang, Yitian Mountain site is located to the left of the center of Nanjiang. And the righteous super forces scattered all over the South China River sent reinforcements from all sides to support them.

The square face is a little complicated.

If he is truly a legacy of Wuhai, he will surely rejoice and boost his morale when he hears this news at this moment.

But he's not.

He's Fang Yuan.

Once Nanjiang reinforcements arrive, Heaven will definitely reveal his identity, causing chaos and leaving him alone.

“As for martial arts…” Fang Yuan sighed deeply.

This brother, the biggest political background he ever had, might become the most powerful pursuer in the future.

Fangyuan himself killed the real Kung Fu Hai. Even between martial arts and the sea of martial arts, brotherhood is extremely weak, martial arts do not want revenge, but obstruct his righteous identity, he must have revenge and kill the source.

It can be said that there is no reconciliation between the source and the martial arts.

“The Wu family still has a fairy house! Martial mediocrity is really intolerable. He's fast, but even the nearest reinforcement will take at least a day. ”

Quickly reckon in the mind of the source.

When the reinforcements arrived, the heavenly court revealed the identity of the source, causing chaos, could he use it to escape?