Zhanxian

Playing with your husband? Gao Yue and Sun Ling almost had a stomachache to laugh at. Unfortunately, we can't afford to be so distracted when we are still fighting. However, the two women completely let go of their worries, finding each other an opponent and starting to get involved. Anyway, the master has a turtle to deal with, just give him time.

The flames surrounded Yang Chen almost unimpeded, and under the control of that fairy master, the bears began to burn. He had real anger, not only Yang Chen's life, but also Yang Chen's poisonous flying sword made of blood demon vine was completely destroyed.

“The real sun fire?” Yang Chen himself almost had to laugh out loud. The other party used to attack his flame was actually the natural spark sun fire of his previous life. Not to mention that Yang Chen in this life has refined Yin and Yang burning the sky fire in the mortal world, that is, in previous life, using the sun real fire can not hurt himself a little bit of hair, right?

“Though you are an expert, unfortunately, you are poisonous, leave you alone!” The other party seemed to appreciate Yang Chen's ability to recognize the true fire of the sun, but the words in his mouth were unusually upright, as if Yang Chen was truly an evil and unforgiving villain.

Yang Chen never thought that Qimenzheng would have such excellent products. He was supposed to kill the door, but he still wanted to set up a stand on the moral high point to point to Jiangshan, I really don't know how he has been mixed up in the spiritual world for so many years. It seems that sometimes leaning back on a large gate can also save a lot of trouble.

“Since it's playing with fire, let's play with each other!” Yang Chen also seemed to be interested. Put away the fairy knife at will. A firecracker dragon appeared in each hand, black and white, and pounced towards the firecracker fairy master not far away.

When the two dragons leave, they are like two real creatures, dancing in circles. The burning solar flames around Yang Chen were penetrated directly by the two dragons. Just as the faucet reached the hand of Dixian, the dragon tail part had completely absorbed the sun's true fire, offset, Yang Chen's side, no more flames.

Yang Chen's body had no trace of burns, not even a trace of burns, just what it looked like, still what it looks like. That large flame seemed to have just given Yang Chen a cover of flame, and did not touch Yang Chen's body at all.

Not much, the opposite master of fire is not as light as Yang Chen. When he saw the two dragons of black and white, he realized it was bad, and he encountered a real master of fire. However, no matter how he strangled his brain, he could not extract any memories of the black and white fire dragon from his mind.

These are two kinds of sparks, playing with fire masters who have played with fire for thousands of years, they don't even know the names of the two sparks. Instinct, he perceived the danger, but it was a little too late.

The two firedragons, like maggots of bones, follow the master of fire, no matter how he exhausts the means, cannot stop the winding of the two firedragons. As soon as the Black and White Fire Dragon touched his body, he could no longer repress a painful scream.

Everyone around him was attracted to his screams, and then people saw a chilling scene. Among the seven know-how of fire-fighting fairy masters, he sprayed his own natural spark Sun True Fire wildly, but at this time, Sun True Fire, no longer his natural spark as his finger arm, became destiny uncertain.

A few of Qimenzheng's daffodil masters watched a familiar fire-playing master surrounded by his own natural spark. Little by little, he burned the companion into black charcoal. In the end, there was no black charcoal left, and it became flying ash. As soon as the breeze blows from the fighting around us, the only remaining spot of flying ash cannot be retained and is blown away.

How is this possible? Dead companions themselves are masters of fire attributes, absorb five pints of real solar fire and then become more like tigers, sparks in battle, dare not say a hundred victories, but ten times will prevail.

But now, he has been proud of his companions to play with fire master, burned by his own natural spark right in front of his own eyes, not even a handful of ash left, who is his opponent, obviously only a fairy descendant, how can it be so horrible?

“The Pure Yang Palace has come to seek justice. Die!” Yang Chen stood still in place after killing the master of fire, shouting at those uncertain Qimenzheng masters.

At first hearing it was the people of Chunyang Palace, the people of Qimenzheng got angry. Once upon a time, the little mice of Chunyang Palace were hunted down like the dog of the bereaved family. If it weren't for Lord Yi Xian's refusal to let down the killer, they would have killed them all. How dare they come to the door on their own?

That's okay, after you kill these guys, take their bodies to Xuantian Gate to cross. These guys dared to kill Fairy Lord Yi. This time, even with the refuge of King Tian and his father, they are dead.

There was an explosion coming from afar, and the master of Qimenzheng was here, and he heard the noise over there, and a sneer appeared on his face: "Huh, are you going to hit something?” With his hands swinging, a few of the fairy disciples present would instantly rush out and fly in a moving direction.

The master of the Pure Yang Palace, the most powerful is the turtle in front of him, everything but him is fairy talent. I don't know what kind of vile means these three little guys used to kill themselves, but that's it. Do you really think a few fairy ants and a five-proofed turtle can make a difference in Qimen Zongzheng?

A few local fairy masters drank angrily and jumped on it, jumping toward Yang Chen and Gao Yue's grandson Ling. Just a little while ago, three companions had died, and two of the cultivated top gates were still holding that horrible turtle, seemingly blind for the time being. All you have to do is take out the three little groceries, and then hug the turtle up and drain the stew.

As a result, Sun Ling, Master Yang Chen Gao Yue, was no longer as relaxed as before. The pressure brought on by so many magician masters is by no means equivalent to what they are now fixing to add the Qi of the Emperor of the High Moon to kill a banner drum, and the three of them can only lean together to try to defend themselves.

Qimenzheng's attack was higher than a wave. The three Sun Ling of Yang Chen Gao Yue were like three canoes in a wave of terror. As the waves rose and fell, it seemed that the next moment would overthrow.

However, regardless of the attack by Qimenzheng's masters, even if his magic treasure had fallen on three people, he would be suddenly blocked by more than a hundred swords or a big bell of fiction, and could not hurt three people at all.