Chapter 884
A golden pitching, in front of Bai Chen's body, spreads in a fan-shaped instant, and blows out in the blink of an eye.
A large area of rain water is evaporated into nothingness by this piece of exercise, and it seems that there is an extremely strong spiritual power fluctuation in the expansion.
"You're not enough to kill me!" Nangong Liucheng fought hard to cut the golden pitching into two.
The dazzling golden world is divided into two parts. Just now, the open-minded space has been cut by an invisible wave.
"Is this the meaning of the sword?"
Sudden changes, startled Nangong Liucheng a cold sweat, he quickly will shuiyuejinghua to the body in front of a horizontal.
Ding!
With a bang, Nangong Liucheng flies away in an instant, and his arms are cut out of two bloodstains.
"Asshole...!"
Nangong Liucheng, flying backwards all the way, glared at the front, but the shadow disappeared.
"How..."
Nangong Liucheng is puzzled, and the top of his head suddenly drops a terrible pressure like Mount Tai.
This pressure, which is hard to breathe, makes Nangong Liucheng tremble. Without thinking about it, he directly gathers his spiritual power in the palm of his hand and blows it up.
Seeing that Nangong Liucheng raises his hand and Bai Chen falls from the sky, a cold radian appears at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he aims at Nangong Liucheng's hand and blows it fiercely.
"Heaven splitting palm!"
Click!
The sound of bone burst came suddenly from the bloody arm of Nangong Liucheng. With this blow, Bai Chen obviously occupied the absolute advantage.
Once again, nangongliu city fell down.
Looking down at that meteorite like fast falling figure, Bai Chen holds seven Huang colored glaze in his hand and shakes it in the air. His eyes twinkle with ice cold: "Nangong Liucheng, I'm sorry, now you are no longer my opponent!"
This kind of cold and arrogant look down, let Nangong Liucheng slightly a Zheng.
Immediately, when he was about to land, he turned around and stepped on the earth. His body rose again.
This time, Nangong Liucheng raised his whole body's spiritual power to the extreme. When he grasped the sword, his old eyes were crazy.
"The first move of Youlong sword..."
Smell speech, white Chen facial expression instant full of dignified, dark red double pupil, stare at the South Temple flow city, sure enough, his speed turns into a light shadow, extremely swift and violent!
When he was fighting against the underworld in Nangong Liucheng, Bai Chen had seen this move with his own eyes. How amazing the defense power of the underworld's thunder god armor was that it was all broken by his 1001 dragon sword skill.
Now, he used it again!
I must see his movements clearly!
Bai Chen is engrossed in, in the line of sight, that hard to capture figure, more and more clear.
Ding!
Bai Chen flashed out seven bright colored glaze, which just blocked the sword from Nangong Liucheng, and burst out a group of sparks.
Seeing this, Nangong Liucheng's eyes show a smile, and the ancient golden sword in his hand strikes Baichen's key again like lightning.
"The second form of Youlong..."
"The third form of Youlong..."
"The 18th form of Youlong..."
Bai Chen's eyes stare at his action, and the seven Huang colored glaze in his hand dances to the sky. A series of sparks splash, and he is stabbed with two swords.
Blood from the white Chen's left shoulder and waist flow, he is more rapid sword dance, speed once soared.
"The 36th move of Youlong..."
"The 158th form of Youlong..."
"The 372nd style of Youlong..."
Nangong Liucheng's sword shadow has reached the speed that the chaotic ghost pupil can't capture. Now Bai Chen is relying on his instinctive reaction to wave and chop madly.
"Ah, ah, ah --"
Bai Chen dances in the seven Huang colored glaze, and the faster he cuts, the faster he and Nangong Liucheng form a sword rain confrontation.
"You long, 1001!"
Nangong Liucheng cuts out the last sword. When he is tired, he quickly retreats.
He gasps violently, looking at the white Chen who is still chopping the air in front of his eyes in horror, and his eyes are completely dull for a moment.
Now Bai Chen's sword speed has exceeded his dragon's 101 style, and his speed is still soaring.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah --"
Bai Chen was just like crazy, his eyes were red, and he cut at a high speed, so that there were black cracks in the space in front of him.
This terrible speed of sword has made Nangong Liucheng dumbfounded, because up to now, Bai Chen has at least three thousand sword times!
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
“……”
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
“……”
This is what kind of speed, what kind of physical strength ah!
Nangong Liucheng is silly. He thinks his sword skill has reached the peak, far above the Baidi. But he doesn't know that Baichen's instinctive sword skill is at the same level as him.Also don't know to wave to cut several thousand swords, white Chen finally feels tired, panting heavily, stopped the action on the hand.
"Wheezing Wheezing... "
Sweat and rain, along his cheek slide, white Chen glare at the opposite Nangong Liucheng, cold hum: "bastard, see, I'm faster than you!"
"Well, I see."
The most powerful killing moves have been used up, and they are still not as good as Bai Chen. Nangong Liucheng can feel the taste of death.
However, he is so calm now. His eyes are full of gratified?
Think of those who died under the sword of Nangong Liucheng, those who are involved with Bai Chen, Bai Chen is shocked by anger, completely crazy.
"South! The Palace! Flow! City! Take life -- "
with a ferocious roar, Bai Chen's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Nangong Liucheng.
"Bai Chen, actually I am..."
"Sky splitting palm!"
Didn't wait for the South Temple flow city to finish saying words, white Chen of this slap, already took his all anger, mercilessly beat past.
Pa -
under the crisp sound that resounded through the sky, Nangong Liucheng was directly fanned by this slap, and turned more than 100 circles in place, spinning, foaming at the same time, falling to the ground.
He has exhausted, so fall, waiting for him, will only be death.
Just as Nangong Liucheng was about to fall to the ground and finish his name, a big hand grabbed his ankle like lightning and flint.
At the critical moment, he was saved. Bai Chen's cold eyes twinkled with Feng Han: "you just said, what are you?"
Being carried upside down by Bai Chen, Nangong Liucheng has white hair, just falling in the mud.
He raised his eyes and looked at Bai Chen's calm face, showing a happy smile: "I'm not Nangong Liucheng, my name is Baili Weiyao..."
"Hundred Li?" Bai Chen gaped: "hundred li Isn't that the name of the holy land? Are you a man of the holy land? No, no You are not a traine
A large area of rain water is evaporated into nothingness by this piece of exercise, and it seems that there is an extremely strong spiritual power fluctuation in the expansion.
"You're not enough to kill me!" Nangong Liucheng fought hard to cut the golden pitching into two.
The dazzling golden world is divided into two parts. Just now, the open-minded space has been cut by an invisible wave.
"Is this the meaning of the sword?"
Sudden changes, startled Nangong Liucheng a cold sweat, he quickly will shuiyuejinghua to the body in front of a horizontal.
Ding!
With a bang, Nangong Liucheng flies away in an instant, and his arms are cut out of two bloodstains.
"Asshole...!"
Nangong Liucheng, flying backwards all the way, glared at the front, but the shadow disappeared.
"How..."
Nangong Liucheng is puzzled, and the top of his head suddenly drops a terrible pressure like Mount Tai.
This pressure, which is hard to breathe, makes Nangong Liucheng tremble. Without thinking about it, he directly gathers his spiritual power in the palm of his hand and blows it up.
Seeing that Nangong Liucheng raises his hand and Bai Chen falls from the sky, a cold radian appears at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he aims at Nangong Liucheng's hand and blows it fiercely.
"Heaven splitting palm!"
Click!
The sound of bone burst came suddenly from the bloody arm of Nangong Liucheng. With this blow, Bai Chen obviously occupied the absolute advantage.
Once again, nangongliu city fell down.
Looking down at that meteorite like fast falling figure, Bai Chen holds seven Huang colored glaze in his hand and shakes it in the air. His eyes twinkle with ice cold: "Nangong Liucheng, I'm sorry, now you are no longer my opponent!"
This kind of cold and arrogant look down, let Nangong Liucheng slightly a Zheng.
Immediately, when he was about to land, he turned around and stepped on the earth. His body rose again.
This time, Nangong Liucheng raised his whole body's spiritual power to the extreme. When he grasped the sword, his old eyes were crazy.
"The first move of Youlong sword..."
Smell speech, white Chen facial expression instant full of dignified, dark red double pupil, stare at the South Temple flow city, sure enough, his speed turns into a light shadow, extremely swift and violent!
When he was fighting against the underworld in Nangong Liucheng, Bai Chen had seen this move with his own eyes. How amazing the defense power of the underworld's thunder god armor was that it was all broken by his 1001 dragon sword skill.
Now, he used it again!
I must see his movements clearly!
Bai Chen is engrossed in, in the line of sight, that hard to capture figure, more and more clear.
Ding!
Bai Chen flashed out seven bright colored glaze, which just blocked the sword from Nangong Liucheng, and burst out a group of sparks.
Seeing this, Nangong Liucheng's eyes show a smile, and the ancient golden sword in his hand strikes Baichen's key again like lightning.
"The second form of Youlong..."
"The third form of Youlong..."
"The 18th form of Youlong..."
Bai Chen's eyes stare at his action, and the seven Huang colored glaze in his hand dances to the sky. A series of sparks splash, and he is stabbed with two swords.
Blood from the white Chen's left shoulder and waist flow, he is more rapid sword dance, speed once soared.
"The 36th move of Youlong..."
"The 158th form of Youlong..."
"The 372nd style of Youlong..."
Nangong Liucheng's sword shadow has reached the speed that the chaotic ghost pupil can't capture. Now Bai Chen is relying on his instinctive reaction to wave and chop madly.
"Ah, ah, ah --"
Bai Chen dances in the seven Huang colored glaze, and the faster he cuts, the faster he and Nangong Liucheng form a sword rain confrontation.
"You long, 1001!"
Nangong Liucheng cuts out the last sword. When he is tired, he quickly retreats.
He gasps violently, looking at the white Chen who is still chopping the air in front of his eyes in horror, and his eyes are completely dull for a moment.
Now Bai Chen's sword speed has exceeded his dragon's 101 style, and his speed is still soaring.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah --"
Bai Chen was just like crazy, his eyes were red, and he cut at a high speed, so that there were black cracks in the space in front of him.
This terrible speed of sword has made Nangong Liucheng dumbfounded, because up to now, Bai Chen has at least three thousand sword times!
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
“……”
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
“……”
This is what kind of speed, what kind of physical strength ah!
Nangong Liucheng is silly. He thinks his sword skill has reached the peak, far above the Baidi. But he doesn't know that Baichen's instinctive sword skill is at the same level as him.Also don't know to wave to cut several thousand swords, white Chen finally feels tired, panting heavily, stopped the action on the hand.
"Wheezing Wheezing... "
Sweat and rain, along his cheek slide, white Chen glare at the opposite Nangong Liucheng, cold hum: "bastard, see, I'm faster than you!"
"Well, I see."
The most powerful killing moves have been used up, and they are still not as good as Bai Chen. Nangong Liucheng can feel the taste of death.
However, he is so calm now. His eyes are full of gratified?
Think of those who died under the sword of Nangong Liucheng, those who are involved with Bai Chen, Bai Chen is shocked by anger, completely crazy.
"South! The Palace! Flow! City! Take life -- "
with a ferocious roar, Bai Chen's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Nangong Liucheng.
"Bai Chen, actually I am..."
"Sky splitting palm!"
Didn't wait for the South Temple flow city to finish saying words, white Chen of this slap, already took his all anger, mercilessly beat past.
Pa -
under the crisp sound that resounded through the sky, Nangong Liucheng was directly fanned by this slap, and turned more than 100 circles in place, spinning, foaming at the same time, falling to the ground.
He has exhausted, so fall, waiting for him, will only be death.
Just as Nangong Liucheng was about to fall to the ground and finish his name, a big hand grabbed his ankle like lightning and flint.
At the critical moment, he was saved. Bai Chen's cold eyes twinkled with Feng Han: "you just said, what are you?"
Being carried upside down by Bai Chen, Nangong Liucheng has white hair, just falling in the mud.
He raised his eyes and looked at Bai Chen's calm face, showing a happy smile: "I'm not Nangong Liucheng, my name is Baili Weiyao..."
"Hundred Li?" Bai Chen gaped: "hundred li Isn't that the name of the holy land? Are you a man of the holy land? No, no You are not a traine
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