Thunder Martial

Mo Yan was impatient and was unwilling to talk nonsense with Ziyi.

Zi Yan's thoughts turned, and after groaning slightly, he said, "This is just a very ordinary sword, should you not see it?"

The magic confession was patient, and he waved his hand directly.

Mo Tuo taught and rushed forward in an instant.

He ran straight to the purple door, which was comparable to the emergence of the three fairy.

Om!

At the moment of his punch, a law array appeared on the top of his head.

Faced with the arrival of the attack, Zi Yan flashed in his eyes and was surprised. He stretched out his right hand and only gently gripped. Mo Tuo's attack was resolved. Then Ziyi's palm twisted, and the cracked bone crack sounded.

The law array above the head also broke up in an instant.

Mo Tuo yelled, his face was shocked.

Just one face, he lost.

Mo Yan was also stunned, and this result was beyond his expectations.

The two fairy methods behind him became dignified.

As for everyone else, they are all dumbfounded.

Alas!

As soon as Ziyi shook his hand, Mo Tuo flew out.

He looked at the magic again, and said faintly: "I'm curious, just a broken sword, why do you want to move such a big job?"

"Broken sword?" Mo Yan looked at Ziyi.

Zi Yan solved the sword behind her lower body, which was covered with the cracks visible to the naked eye.

The magic confession flickered. After Ziyu showed his due strength, he was no longer impatient on his face.

"Don't you tell me, why did you look at this sword? Or, do you know its origin?"

Ziyi looked at the Daojian, and in the mind, there was a connection between thinking between the magic pattern and the Daojian.

Otherwise, why can the other party recognize the sword at a glance?

And at the expense, you must get it.

Mo Yan looked at Ziyi, "I said, would you give me?"

"Say it, it may be given to you. If it is not good, there is something bullying, then you will have to die today."

Ziyi smiled slightly, "Don't think that this is your site, I dare not kill. Killing the light is not difficult for me. It's not a big deal ..."

At this point, a little meal.

Mo Yan asked, "What's so big?"

Ziyi laughed: "The big deal will not come in the future, how much is it."

The magic laughed, and a few people who were like the enemy were relieved.

The other party said this, which proved to be afraid.

This is enough for them.

One of the fairy methods, a message from the trace.

Ziyi Quan did not notice this small action, "My patience is limited, you can say."

Alas!

At the same time, a ray of soul power is like an arrow, flying in front of the magic, "If you say something wrong, you have to die!"

The expression of others became nervous.

Feeling the horrible atmosphere contained in the arrow, the demon's face was slightly white. Fortunately, the premise of the opponent's killer was wrong.

"I'm not sure, what is right and wrong, I can only say something I know."

Mo Yan looked at Ziyu quietly, and Ziyu's expression was calm.

"This is a sword destroyed!"

The magic confession looked at Ziyu again.

A surprise flashed in Ziyu's eyes, unexpectedly: "You are a strange demon, you know the sword of the gods?"

The meaning of this sentence is that Ziyi already knows.

"Barely know something."

Ziyi said: "But how can you conclude that this is the real product of my death sword? In this world, there should be a lot of imitations."

"If I guess, do you believe it?"

The cold and coldness of the arrows announced the answer of Ziyi.

Mo Yan immediately stretched out his hand, "Just kidding, of course I know you are true."

"Oh?"

"If you don't know other people, if I don't know, I will be embarrassed to the mountain gate. After all, I took the god sword when I was a kid. Even if I cover up the breath, I can recognize it at a glance. "

The magic confession is full of confidence, and it is naturally impossible to lie. There is a bit of different colors on Ziyu's face.

"yes."

Mo Yan nodded: "It's exactly the same as you!"

Zi Yan shook his head, "It's impossible, although there are more than one god sword, but I have never heard of it, and one has passed on to a different demon."

Mo Yan said: "If you don't believe it, I can take you to see."

"If you lie to me, I will kill you!"

The arrow in front of the magic was disappeared by the air, and Sen Leng's killing intention disappeared.

The demon laughed, "My magic pattern mountain never deceives people. There are not many people who know this kind of thing."

Ziyi also laughed.

At this moment, the two had their own thoughts and each had their own calculations.

Ziyi was very excited, whether the magic pattern mountain would show the power of magic patterns, and Ziyi was unclear.

But he was 100 % affirmed, and another one of the god swords, after encountering him, will turn into the power of God's pattern.

And what the magic mood hit, Ziyi was very clear. It was nothing more than led himself to the Magic Mountain and then killed.

The two sides are actually ghosts, and the next step depends on who is high.

Ziyi glanced at Mo Tuo, "The means of the guy just now seem to be similar to the French formation of the French Soul Alliance. What are the origin of you?"

The demon laughed: "What kind of origin is the same thing, whether it is the French array or the magic pattern, it was actually called the god pattern. At that time, the spirit clan was destroyed, and the god pattern was obtained. Tattoos. Our magic -based mountains were snatched from the spirit of the spirit. "

"After coming back, we found a sword destroyed on the magic pattern, and then stayed in Zongmen as the treasure."

The magic confession knows nothing, and there is no end to.

As for why he told Ziyi such a secret, the magic confession was clear, and Ziyi also understood that the two did not say break.

"Those idiots of the Ling tribe have been thoroughly lonely since the war, and they have no ability to fight, and there is no strong backing. They dare to call the gods and us, purely looking for death!"

The magic smile laughed, "Oh, it seems that a lot of things called recently came out. I heard that the fairy soul tribe had a small loss, and it was estimated that it would be able to jump for two days. ","

Ziyi listened silently and did not respond at any degree.

His soul power was scattered and perceived the abnormalities around him.

At this moment, there are two more fairy methods in the distance, but they are not close, and they should temporarily change their minds.

Magic Mountain is an absolute power in this alien demon. It is in charge of more than a dozen huge magic soil. Among them, there are some land cities, which are large in scale.

As Ziyi approaches the magic mountain, the number of immortals appearing in secret is increasing.

At this time, the number of people has exceeded twenty.

Ziyi is still pretending to be unaware, listening to the magic confession and saying some secrets.

Ouku was the owner of the previous magic soil. He also followed this time. He stood in a relatively backward position and looked at Ziyi sometimes. The eyes were looking at a dead man.

A humane knows the many secrets of the Magic Mountain, and naturally, it is impossible to survive.

Unfortunately, this idiot actually knew nothing and was still complacent.

He was a little angry in his heart. How did such a fool become a fairy?

God is really unfair!

When Ziyi saw the Magic Mountain, the secret immortal method had exceeded forty.

"Look, that's the magic mountain!"

The devil pointed at the front, Ziyi saw a tall black mountain peak, and the top of the mountain was surrounded by countless black clouds, covering half of the mountain peaks.

Looking from a distance, the demon rolled, like the devil turbulent.

Behind Ziyi, Dao Jian trembled involuntarily, but the frequency was not fast.

This proves that there is a chance ahead, which is relatively not much.

Looking at its frequency, it is not as good as the former village.

"Should you give me the sword of the gods?"

Mo Yan looked back at Ziyi, his eyes gradually became bad.

Ziyi said: "But your sword of God, I haven't seen it yet."

The magic smile smiled coldly, "You can never see it!"

With a word, he stepped back.

The three fairy methods faced the purple magpie, covering the magic back.

Ouku and others opened the distance between the two sides before, and now they have run away.

"Om!"

The sky stirred ripples, and countless god patterns appeared in the sky, staggered, and evolved into a law array.

The breath of destruction came out of it and began to stir in the sky.

"Boy, want me to destroy the god sword of the magic mountain, you first ask them to answer."

The sneer of the demon sounded, and the dark alien fairy method appeared.

At the time, Mo Tuo was defeated as one face, and the immortal law that appeared at the moment was also the lowest in the realm.

The highest, there are seven heavy realm!

More than forty fairy methods surrounded Ziyu, and there was a horrible law array on the top of his head.

From the perspective of Magic, such a layout is like Tian Luo Di.com, and people who come to death will undoubtedly die.

"What are you doing?"

Ziyi said, "Isn't it just wanting to destroy the god sword, I just give you, why bother to make such a big battle?"

The magic sneer: "Others call Shishe, my magic pattern has never required outsiders to give alms. What we want, we have always been robbed. I give you a face, do you really think of it?"

"Do it!"

Demon's sip, the air and the French formation began to run, and the terror's coercion came.

"This is called the world of Magic Town, which can suppress all things in the world. Even if you have a god sword, it will be difficult to walk."

Mo Yan stood in the distance and laughed: "Then I have to think about how torture you to death."

Ziyi said: "You are really cruel, but before that, do you not ask me what is called? In case, am I a big man you can't afford to be?"

Mo Yan seemed to hear the big jokes, "You fucking scared me, but a big person, just you?"

"I thought, how about the crushing corpse? Keep you a little consciousness, and then chop you a little bit!"

Suddenly the magic confession said again: "Oh, forgot to ask, the big character, what is your name?"

"My name is Ziyi."

Ziyi laughed, "I said that I am a big man, you, you shouldn't mess with me."

He looked up at the French formation in the air.

Just a glance, the French formation burst in the air.

Then, Ziyi held the sword in his hand and turned to a sword.

A sword light is centered on purple , and a round sword arc is drawn, and the fairy method is brought forward.

The sword arc is far away.

At a glance.

A sword.

The crisis is scattered.