Fishing the Myriad Heavens

The head of Zhe Yi is a huge ape formed by volcanic smoke, emerging behind the north wind, surrounded by arms, protecting the north wind in it.

The dark volcanic ash erupted from the lava-like skin cracks on the surface of this heart ape's body, and looked wicked.

The heart ape shouted silently, deterring ten worlds!

"Eastern Bell!"

Beifeng no longer had the desire to fight. He urged the strongest fist, a punch was printed, and a big bronze clock appeared. The bell rang continuously and thought-provoking!

"Splitting Sky Sword!"

The ancestors of Qiangzang Jianfeng naturally won't sit and wait for their lives, and burned their lives, letting the thin sword-like swords tremble violently, tearing the space instantly and beheaded!

"Clang!"

This mighty sword was chopped on Donghuang Bell. The two forces collided, and Sonic destroyed everything, spreading all around.

"boom!"

Two destructive forces are intertwined. In the end, the sword cannot stand the pressure, and it bursts into pieces, turning into countless fragments.

Wu Donghuang's bell shook slightly, and the space shuddered. The terrible power penetrated the body of the Tibetan sword ancestor!

"Impossible, impossible, why are you so strong!"

The ancestors of the Tibetan sword suddenly fell into the bottom of the valley, spit out blood, tremblingly pointed at the north wind, his face was incredible.

告诉 "Tell me, where is the real Excalibur?"

During the conversation, the injuries on Beifeng's body were quickly repaired, blood flowed back into the body, and all wounds eventually disappeared.

"Haha, wishful thinking, even letting this magic sword sleep forever will not let you get it!"

The ancestors of Qiangzang sword shed hair, seeming crazy.

"Today, even if the entire Tibetan Jianfeng is destroyed, you don't want to get it!" The Tibetan sword ancestor shot a fierce light, preparing to burn the jade and jade.

"Old ancestors, ah, you can recast the sword when it is gone, but if Zang Jianfeng is ruined in my hands, how can I face the ancestors of Zang Jianfeng?"

The owner of the Tibetan sword peak came forward to help the Tibetan sword ancestor and said anxiously.

The ancestor of the Tibetan sword vomited blood and was resolutely resolute. "I'm determined, you don't have to say more!"

Lord Zang Jianfeng drew his head down and murmured to himself, "Since so ... I'll send you back to the West!"

"噗嗤!"

The owner of the Tibetan sword Fengfeng suddenly shot. This was nobody's response. The ancestor of the Tibetan sword was severely damaged and there was no defense against the owner. Under the sudden shot, a weapon like a bee needle directly came from the Tibetan sword. The ancestor's back head pierced and came out of the eyebrow!

Sudden changes in the sudden, so that everyone is standing on the spot.

"If you are not dead, everything goes well with you on weekdays, and now it is delusional to take the entire Tibetan sword peak to bury you for fun!"

The master of Zangjian Fengfeng's face was like a ghost, and seemed to be deflated, and he slammed a few times against the body of his ancestor.

This blow is extremely hot, not only annihilating the spirit of the ancestor of the Tibetan sword, but also breaking the **** in the sea!

The ancestor of the Tibetan sword controlled the throne and was able to mobilize the undercurrent in the volcano. Once the ancestor of the Tibetan sword directly let the undercurrent enter the magma, it would immediately trigger the magma to erupt, and everyone in the scene could survive. The peak will definitely be ruined once.

"My lord, I am willing to take my lord to the place where the Excalibur is located, but I also ask my lord to speak with confidence and leave a salary for me."

Master Zang Jianfeng knows that he has no choice but to be soft to the north wind, so he poses very low in front of the north wind.

"Get what I want, I will naturally keep my promise, a Tibetan sword peak is not worth my shot." Beifeng said irresistibly.

Bei Beifeng glanced at the distant Dajia family sect, and said unquestionably, "You can go."

I saw the combat power exposed by the Beifeng exhibition. Everyone at the scene was afraid to refute it, and the situation was impossible.

A group of people left in a hurry. The gentleman did not stand under the dangerous wall. The crowd did not want to see some things that they should not see and was killed by Beifeng.

Master Zang Jianfeng resigned his disciples all around, with a bitter look, this time Zang Jianfeng was really planted.

北 Under the leadership of Tibetan Jianfeng Feng, the north wind stepped into the magma pool. If there was no Tibetan Jianfeng main lead road, the north wind could not have imagined that the entrance was in the magma pool.

的 The temperature of this magma pool is terrible, far more than ten thousand degrees.

After sinking for thousands of meters in a crimson tumbling magma pond, the main owner of the Tibetan sword peak stopped, took out a ring from his finger, and set it on the stone wall at the bottom of the magma.

"Boom!"

In the eyes of the two, the stone wall in front of them trembled, and then slowly opened.

Beibei Fengyi is a daring man, so he is not afraid of the main tricks of Zang Jianfeng, and calmly steps into it.

The magma channel is still magma, but the channel extends obliquely upwards, and two figures emerge from the magma pool.

After the cormorant drilled out of the magma pool, what appeared in the eyes of Beifeng were huge iron locks across all directions!

Within a huge space, there are many stone pillars, and below the pillars are magma bubbling.

Each stone pillar is tied with a thick chain of adult thighs, and the dense chain converges towards the center, tied to a stone pillar with a diameter of hundreds of meters in the center!

Following the chain, Beifeng and the main body of Tibetan sword peaks fell on top of the most central stone pillar.

"Sir, this is what you want."

After mastering the strength of the north wind, the master of the Tibetan sword Fengfeng did not dare to take any careful thoughts to bring the north wind to his destination.

Looking at the thing pointed by the main point of the Tibetan sword peak, the north wind also inevitably got a little faint.

It is really that the object in front of him is far from the imaginary sword.

A rusty burning stick was inserted into the top of the ocher pillar, and at first glance I didn't want to look at the second glance.

大 "Sir, the magic soldier outside is cast out of the impurities that have fallen off above."

The host of Jianzang Jianfeng was afraid of the north wind and didn't believe it. He hurriedly explained it, and then took out his own sword and chopped it towards this burning stick!

"Ding!"

When the sword of Tibetan sword Fengfeng master fell on this burning fire stick ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The two made a crisp sound when they collided. .

In contrast, there is a gap on the blade of the sword of the main sword of Zang Fengfeng. The cracks are centered on the gap, which permeates the entire sword body!

"嘣!"

The next moment, the sword in the master's hand of Zang Jianfeng was broken into pieces, leaving only one sword handle in his hand.

Beifeng had no doubt. When the sword of the owner of Zang Jianfeng was cut off, Beifeng noticed an invisible sharpness coming out of this burning stick.

The sword of the master of the Tibetan sword Fengfeng did not cut the body of the burning stick at all, and was blocked by an invisible sharpness!

Not only that, just breaking the sword of the owner of the Tibetan sword with only a sharp meaning, it is simply horrible!

Bei Beifeng looked at this burning stick with hot eyes, and without wasting a few days on his own, Beifeng reached out to this rusty burning stick!