Unlimited Cultivation

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I have to say that the old money has taken in these casual repairs, and to a certain extent, it has also strengthened his own momentum.

The octagonal array finally inevitably disintegrated.

Of course, after the disintegration, they were very close to the cliff.

Under Chongyun's frenzied attack, the threat of any superior is not as important as his own life.

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These disbanded Bright Mountain monks frantically snatched the existing caves for a while.

In the first wave, more than 20 Guangmingshan monks came to attack Lao Qian and their group of caves, like a honeycomb.

The casual cultivators have always been everyone: sweeping the snow in front of the door, who cares about the frost on others.

Once you go to the famous sect like Guangming Mountain, as long as the power increases and the threat is increased.

Then eliminate the strongest loose repair. The remaining land is extremely obedient.

This is the largest and best hole. Of course, it was a cave with a blue light shrouded in the hole.

Relying on a place more than ten meters away from the cyan light. Only insects do not grow.

This is also the first place to be grabbed.

"You guys are listening. Right now--"

One is tall and tall. The face is plump. It's like a full moon. But the middle-aged monk just uttered a sallow face. "Get me out of here". These words have not had time to spit out.

I heard a cold voice from the middle hole: "Call me!"

Dozens of holes lit up at the same time.

Dozens of sword lights, just like the rays of dozens of spotlights, illuminate and gather at the same time towards the twenty-odd Bright Mountain monks.

The head was a thick and strong golden light, which caused a gust of wind and thunder to smash the tall and strong middle-aged monk like Mount Tai!

"Huh, it's just the **** of war."

The middle-aged monk had long seen that this thick and strong golden light was a pestle of the **** of war.

The sword art that happened to be cultivated was also a number of sturdy ways, and the magic weapon like the **** of war was taking a tit-for-tat path.

He raised his hand, a deep yellow light greeted the thick golden light!

In the deep yellow light, there were hundreds of yellow small tripods floating up and down, and the yellow light flashed in the air with a rumbling sound like a road roller.

Suddenly, it was greeted with a strong golden light.

The two yellow small tripods slammed into the **** of war like a rose!

Immediately "Boom!"

It exploded twice, and the dull and dark khaki light looked inconspicuous, but above this khaki light, there seemed to be a mighty power.

Wengui War God Chu's advancement with Feng Lei stopped immediately.

Immediately there were two yellow small tripods bumping up.

After two consecutive explosions, the turtle's **** of war had been blown up in the air for several times.

The golden light wrapped around the War God Pestle exploded four times, and it was quite dim.

The blood in the turtle's chest is floating.

"Sun, the old money is a massacre when he strikes, he comes across a hard idea.

Lao Tzu's life is really bitter. "

Turtle's heart was so miserable that he was completely unlucky.

Although the soft-shelled turtle felt bitter in his heart, his subordinates did not dare to neglect at all, urging them with all their strength.

The thick and sturdy War God's pestle was dancing in the air, like a small water drop, constantly changing its shape in the air.

It looks like a big man is actually dancing in Lei.

However, the sallow color on the middle-aged monk's face was even worse, and the Fa Jue kept moving!

The yellow small tripod, like the tide, is endless, bursting into the dark yellow light.

Under the weight of this khaki dark light.

The turtle's pestle, dancing in the air, became more and more stagnant.

The middle-aged monk with a sallow face was happy in his eyes.

But I saw countless snow flakes, each of which was the size of a palm, like a blizzard, penetrating the gaps between the small tripods in the yellow light, and whizzing towards my body.

The weakness of this sallow monk's Qianshan Tuoding Sword Art was immediately revealed.

The yellow small cauldron formed by the sword tactics, although bursting open, was extremely powerful.

However, even these yellow small tripods, floating around in the sword light. The trajectory is tight.

However, the shape of the small tripod determines that they cannot be seamlessly combined.

These strange snow flakes with big palms are just like nothing. Through these gaps, they cut the yellow sword light like a sharp blade and hit the wax monk's face.

The sallow monk only felt an incomparably piercing chill, invisibly impacting the vital points of the meridians on his body.

The yellow body protection light on his body like cascading peaks and ridges could not stop the conduction of this cold air.

"The tactics I practice belong to the Earth Element, and the Earth Element is still unable to isolate the mysterious transmission of the ice element."

The monk sighed in his heart,

A reminder of Qianshan Tuoding Sword Art.

Several yellow small tripods were turning round and round in the air.

Smash at those snowflakes.

Amid the "rumbling" crackling sound, the dark yellow light instantly wiped out the chilling snowflakes.

However, the yellow small tripod, the offensive of the war **** pestle against the turtle, turning like a tide, was also slow.

Blizzard-like sword light

The thick **** of war combined with one another.

An unpredictable figure like a snowflake complements the fast figure like a silver thread of a turtle.

It is the Blizzard Brother Quinn.

Two kinds of sword light, one elegant, one mighty.

After the match, the power increased greatly, and the sallow-faced monk immediately turned from the advantage to the disadvantage.

The three of them drew a tie in a time like a rabbit.

However, in such a short period of time, less than half of the twenty-odd Guangmingshan monks were alive.

Several cultivators of Guangmingshan who were watching the wind turned around and flew towards the other group that encountered less resistance.

At the same time, many people have greeted the cultivation of the Guangmingshan line, and there is no problem going to Benrong.

Obviously, the sallow face that played with turtle and Quinn should be the little boss of these twenty people.

However, having selected a good enemy caused the small group to suffer heavy casualties and fall apart.

"Good little beast! I will show you how good this seat is today!"

Listening to the tone of this sallow monk, his status is not very low on weekdays.

Being forced by the turtle and Quinn, his thin lips were pursed, and a wave of majestic murderous intent came out.

As soon as the right hand sword jue urged his mouth to say something, the yellow small tripod immediately began to spin the entire yellow light band, making a thunderous whistling sound, like a yellow dragon dancing.

The bursting power of the yellow cauldron immediately increased by more than 30%.

The situation on the court immediately changed again, and the sallow-faced monk turned the situation into an invincible situation.

However, the sallow monk's figure has gradually receded back.

The sudden increase in the power of Qianshan Tuoding Sword Art was just the ferocity before the retreat created by the wax-faced monk.

In fact, seeing that the error of judgment is gone, the intention to retreat has long been born.

When you retreat, you are weak, and you want to rescue your Qianding yellow sword light from the entanglement of the blizzard-like sword light and the **** of war club.

I saw a blue light generally rising from the sky, and after drawing a parabola, the blue light transformed into a vermilion thunder dragon.

This thunder dragon rushed down from the air with a powerful force of thunder, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and the thunder that it passed by was thrown behind by this thunder dragon without hesitation.

The sallow-faced cultivator was shocked, and the yellow sword light of the Qianshan Mountain was too late to escape from the entanglement between the sword light of Blizzard and the God of War.

Seeing that this vermilion thunder dragon had already taken the mighty and posture of king over the world, suddenly blasted towards the left shoulder.

The sallow-faced monk braved that huge coercion, Qian Shan Tuo Ding Sword Art was fully urged!

A strong man broke his wrist, and most of the yellow small tripods who were entangled by the blizzard sword light and the **** of war were abandoned. The yellow sword light broke from one third of the place and faced up with all his strength!

Under the mouth of the vermilion thunder dragon's blood basin, dozens of dark yellow lights exploded from the yellow cauldron, dissolving silently in the mouth of the vermilion thunder dragon.

The sallow-faced monk only turned pale with horror. Seeing that the scarlet thunder dragon was already close, he had no choice but to welcome a dark yellow sword carved out of rock in his hand!

In the endless burst of thunder, this dark yellow sword shattered into pieces, and the sallow monk's body, like snowflakes meeting fire, melted without a trace.

Only the head and the left hand wearing the storage ring are left.

These two things were left behind by the old money.

Sure enough, a small yellow cauldron-shaped primordial spirit flew from the Baihui acupoint on the head!

Wherever he could escape, he was taken away by the old money.

"Haha, I'm sorry, this Ding-like Thunder Fa is very powerful. I will take a copy of the cultivation technique. Whoever wants it, I will copy it to him."

Although this person was killed by old money.

However, if his yellow sword light didn't hold the turtle and Quinn for the most part, the old money would not be able to take advantage of it.

It was so easy to kill the wax-faced monk.

"I want a copy."

Turtle is not polite.

Earth Element Xuan'ao is also one of the training directions of turtles, how can such a powerful technique be given up.

"It's useless if I take it. I specialize in Blizzard Sword Art."

Quinn shrugged.

When the sallow-faced monk died, except for the two Guangmingshan monks desperately fleeing, the rest of the monks were wiped out in the siege of the Sanxiu.

Twenty-five or six people, but only five or six people escaped.

Now the casual practitioners all gushed out of the hole, looking at the old money eagerly, waiting for the distribution of the spoils.

"Are there anyone who cultivates the water system~www.wuxiaspot.com~the ice system?"

Old Qian pointed to the dead body on the ground.

"There are two. It seems to be a mixture of the light element and the water element."

A casual practitioner pointed out two disciples of Guangmingshan.

"Okay, I want these two, you also pick one of the turtles, and the others belong to you."

The old money, turtle, and Quinn resisted the strongest in the opposing team, and all the spoils they wanted were the items on the three corpses. In terms of distribution, it was already fair.

There were nineteen corpses left for these casual practitioners.

The casual practitioners are already overjoyed.

In this way, the price they gave to the old money when they sought the protection of the old money, it is entirely possible that they will be recovered from the enemy. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please log in to anm, there are more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)