MTL - Rebirth – City Cultivation

"Hey."

Chen Fan hits and takes off the attack of Qin Jian. He refers to the palm of his hand. Xianhui Wandao, countless Xiaguang overflowed from his palm. He shot on the top of the nine treasures and made a jingle of metal symphony. Even if Tianbao is mixed with the gods, he can't hold back his "half-power" blow, and he is shot by the students.

Qin Jian was shocked by power, shocked several vomiting blood, and his body shape regressed.

Then.

Chen Fan collided and slammed into the siege of five quasi-sacred treasures.

He used his own flesh as a weapon, waving his hand and colliding with five pieces of quasi-sacred treasures, emitting hundreds of millions of rays of light, and Jin Mang was flying all over the sky. Those who are close to complete awakening, strong enough to be incredible and can damage the gods, linger in the palm of Chen Fan, did not hurt him, and was pushed by Chen Fansheng.

"Hey."

In a flash.

Chen Fan and the five elders of the elders have played against each other.

These elders, too full of horror, were shocked to the extreme. Although the quasi-shenbao is not a real treasure, it is still a magical soldier who can refine it by hand. The sharpness is incredible. Even the powerful body is cut, but it is blocked by Chen Fan. What is the body of this boy made of? A complete immortal **** gold?

"Hey."

Between heaven and earth, **** madness, Xianhui Wandao. The turbulent energy fluctuations sweep across the square. Many close spectators were directly swept by the mighty energy tide. Even the warships under the seat of the people were swallowed up, and they were torn apart. Only a few residual bones and weapons were left behind, scaring them. Back.

"It’s too horrible. This is the most peak battle in the past 100,000 years. When Song Songfeng killed the Longevity, it was only a little better than the three elders. This boy, but one of them is pressing the seven. The elders of the elders fight, and five of them have quasi-deity soldiers. One of them is the **** Qin Qinjian. What a terrible force? Even if Qin Jian’s fifth brother, the prince of the gods did not have this ability.”

An elder tongue of Shan Yun Xing.

Many small and medium-sized sects have secretly sent people to sneak into the solar system, but the seven major schools have joined forces to attack. Although they have arrived, they dare not go forward and dare to sneak outside.

"It's too strong, it's too strong. I thought that Song Yufeng and Qin Jian are the strongest under the gods. Now it seems that this Chen Beixuan is truly invincible under the gods. He is said to be only three or four. Ten years old, how do you refine this body?"

"Yeah, I heard that it is the fruit of the road. If I can swallow the fruit of the avenue, I might be stronger than him."

"Oh, this abandoning the astronomical indigenous people, although the law is not complete, but there is a great fairy, it is also a blessing in disguise."

Many monks discussed.

Old age sighs, envy Chen Fan's chance. The young ones were shocked by the power of Chen Fan’s unparalleled power, and they all dared to show off their gods.

To know.

Quasi-Shenbao is an immortal religion of the town. It is generally in the hands of the mighty. Even if the elders are not there, only the important tasks will be given by the mighty, or the elders will go to the ancestral altar. Please give permission to God. This time they came from the Xinghai, and they brought seven pieces, three pieces to Qin Feng and others for insurance.

Chen Fan’s empty hand can confront the half-step ability of the Shenbao, and this strength is simply shocking.

If it is transmitted to the Xinghai, it is enough to make the entire Xiaonan Tianjing a lot of stars.

"Booming."

The beam of energy flutters, the sacred atmosphere spreads, and the seven people attacked Chen Fan with a mad attack. At the end, the whole void was cracked, and the core of the battlefield was completely transformed into chaos. Only the atmosphere of the quasi-souls could be seen.绝天宇.

The Promise ‘Million Star Mirror’, the ‘ 教 教 绝 绝 灭 灭 、 、 、 、 、 、 、 、 、 、 太 太 太 太 太 太 太 太 太 太 太

Every piece is the existence of Megatron.

Many of the fallen immortal masters, even the gods and treasures in the teachings, rely on a quasi-sacred treasure to support the face. These quasi-spiritual treasures are held in the hands of half-step power, and can even play the power of direct pursuit of God.

But Chen Fan is equally terrifying.

He pointed to the palm of his hand and swayed countless radiances. At the same time, all the magical spells were cast by Chen Fan, and he was hard-pressed.

‘The Holy Emperor’s Destruction of God’s ‘, ‘太古五行气兵’, ‘Innate, arrogant and arrogant’...

even.

Chen Fan took out a long-handed knives of the Tianbao class and smashed out the swords of the ancient sacred eagle.

"Stab."

At that moment, the void was split open.

Several elders who were too embarrassed to fly out of the hundreds of miles, almost left the core of the battlefield. The quasi-sacred treasures in their palms, although still shining, shaking, do not hurt, but they themselves, but by the power of terror, the blood of the earthquake. Chen Fan, this knife, once left a deep knife mark on the pillar of the temple of the Yuan Dynasty, let alone these ordinary half-step powers?

"Support, this kid is going to hold on."

Three or four consecutive collisions, the handle of the Tianbao long knife, obviously can not be hard to touch the quasi-shen Bao, the top is full of cracks, broken lines are everywhere. Qin Jian and others saw it, and suddenly sorghum.

Although they are also biting their teeth.

The quasi-spirit is powerful, but like the same high-powered pump, it is desperate to extract the energy in their bodies. Even if these elders are too embarrassed, the mana is incredible. There are four or five thousand years of roads, but they still cannot withstand such high-intensity collisions. They are supporting it at the moment, and they are just betting that Chen Fan is almost finished.

"How can a group of ants succumb to my power?"

Chen Fan’s eyes are deep and deep.

His swordsmanship, chaos, yin and yang, and broken scorpion come out one after another. This is the inexhaustible knife of the ancient Thunder, and now in the hands of Chen Fan, it shows the power, just like a fairy king, it is powerful. Imagine.

"Hey."

In the hands of Wu Hongbo, the Wanxing Realm was actually thrown out by the shackles. The body shape vomited blood and retire, and the inherently unstable realm, once again violently turbulent, almost fell off the half-step power.

However, Chen Fan also paid the price.

The handle of the Tianbao class knife, completely broken, and died.

"kill."

The other elders of the elders saw it, and the eyes of the elders burst into the air, and they were desperately besieged like madmen. They wanted to take Chen Fan’s illness to his life. However, Chen Fan immediately took out a long sword of Tianbao and confronted the enemy again.

He has been coming from all walks of life, killing the Yuan Ying monks, there are hundreds of them. Although many weapons have been broken, there are still dozens of Tianbao in the hands of Chen Fan.

unfortunately.

The quality of these Tianbao is too low, and they can't stop the full siege of the Shenbao.

Even the top Tianbao, in the collision with the quasi-shenzhen, can support up to three or five, and it will be broken out of thin air. In the end, Chen Fan was cold and smashed out a black iron bar.

"Haha, Chen Beixuan, you are poor, and a broken iron bar dare to come out?"

The burly old man laughed.

"Hey, it seems that the body is too shallow. Some pieces of Tianbao are broken, which makes him feel distressed. He simply pulls out a handle and is broken and rotten. Even the shape can't see whether it is a broken knife or a sword. The kid is chilling. Not chilling? It really is out of the barbaric planet, there is no foundation, only to give me a scorpion to follow." The skinny old man sneered.

"Chen Daoyou, if you lack treasure, this seat can give you seventeen eight, why bother to kill?" Qin Jian smiled lightly.

"It’s a broken iron bar, it’s full of rust, black and green. This Chen Beixuan is also a quasi-god, and it’s going to be a star field. Can you even get the weapons of your hand?” Other onlookers, also open their eyes.

"Yeah, this is too chilly. I want Yunbao to want Tianbao, and I can pull out dozens of pieces at any time. He is a godly man who uses a broken iron bar to fight. Isn’t he looking for death?" Shake his head.

“Will it be a special soldier?” Someone guessed.

But quickly ridiculed by people around him.

Which of the gods is so ruined, the black iron bars, the copper rust is doped, and the horrible to the extreme, even the small monks who built the base, do not bother to use this weapon, it is estimated that it can only be used. Moreover, even if it is really a **** soldier? Five pieces of quasi-sacred treasures here, Chen Fan uses all the weapons of the gods are nonsense.

Even many people on the planet, including the North Qiong disciples, feel a little bit awkward.

This is a broken iron bar that doesn't need to be used. How can you fight?

The elders still have to ridicule.

Chen Fan has been crying out:

"Noisy."

The majestic to the incredible celestial force infused into the 'nine-day fairy corps', the next moment, the patina on the black iron strip instantly subsided, the dark sword body instantly became bright, an unimaginable horror atmosphere, from this handle The fairy blade rises.

Rumble.

At that moment, countless blue thunder and lightning mixed with colorful gods and thunders, bursting open outside the broken blade, it is not only a law, but also a vaguely domed with the power of heaven. Everyone only felt that there seemed to be a rising **** in front of him. The horror of the fairy light fills the void of the universe, as if another round of the big day, rises outside the earth, shines everywhere. Everyone was shivering under the gorgeous fairy.

In front of this broken blade, the other five pieces of quasi-sacred treasures are young children in front of adults, and they are simply unable to match.

"this is..."

Countless people have wide eyes.

Several elders were even more horrified on their faces, including Qin Jian, Fu Yan and others. They were shocked and suddenly forced to push back the quasi-spirit.

But it is already late.

"Hey."

Chen Fan used a broken blade as a knife and cut it out.

"The fourth form of the Prisoner's Knife, split the sky!"

A knife broke the sky.

The void was pulled out by a crack of nearly 10,000 miles. The knife marks, from the face of Chen Fan, swept through several elders, and stretched into the depths of the universe. Many close-up monks were directly slashed by knives. In the moment, it is twisted into pieces.

Seven are in the elders.

There were two on the spot, and the figure slammed open, and a blood line appeared on his forehead. Chen Fan was cut into two pieces from the middle. The other five people, also everyone with injuries, look horrified, a few pieces of quasi-shen Bao seem to be hit hard, faint light, sorrow.

A knife and a half step!

PS: Khan, no more yesterday, I am sorry, I will have more points today, and there will be more.