MTL - Supreme Martial Dao

Get out!

That cold, this moment, in the ears of everyone outside the formation, like a fairy.

Magic dance!

Yes, it is the magic dance.

She blocked Luo Ming's way!

"Oh, I really have you. There is only you, can support this way? Let's meet again!"

The appearance of the magic dance made Luo Ming’s figure slightly stunned.

Looking at the magical dance that appeared in front of him, Luo Ming had a smile on his face that he could not understand.

"He, you can't kill!"

Facing Luo Ming, who is just ten feet away from the front, the magic dance took a deep breath and said coldly.

"No, you can't stop me!"

Luo Ming shook his head!

"Thousands of years have passed. The original acquaintance did not leave a few. You are one. I appreciate one. Still, if I come to my Shura, I can give you one thousand people. The status of you. If you are married, we can dominate the world and share the mountains and rivers!"

Luo Ming looked at the magic dance and said seriously.

Luo Ming’s remarks say that this time, I don’t know how many people have widened their eyes.

All the strongest players in the high battlefield, they are unbelievable in the many Shura.

Luo Luo

Luo Ming met with the magic dance, and no one was surprised. Because of the ancient times, they were enemies.

However, who can think of Luo Ming’s magical dance with such a heart?

This makes people messy and makes people nervous.

Especially the people on the highest battlefield.

Although I know that the magic dance should not be able to promise Luo Ming's request. However, it is inevitable to worry.

If the magic dance and Luo Ming join hands, the battlefield may be really finished, right?

"The answer, I gave it to you at the beginning!"

The messy sounds around did not change the look of the magical dance.

She just looked at Luo Ming coldly.

Luo Ming wants to be himself?

Magic dance knows!

This is because of my own blood!

In the chaos, not only the true God and so on, but also the Xingyue family, and myself!

And how the precious blood of Nirvana is precious, the magic dance knows.

Will she let Luo Ming wish? What's more, there is no way to make a difference between the magic dance and the Shura!

"That's a pity!"

When I heard the answer to the fantasy dance, Luo Ming did not seem to be surprised.

Looking at the illusion dance, he couldn't help but sigh: "But, do you think that you can still block my way today? At the beginning, there was a true god, a demon, a woman, and you! Today, only you, you How to block me?"

Luo Ming smiled coldly.

"Can try!"

Fantasy dance faceless!

"Then I will try!"

Luo Ming’s eyes flashed in the cold.

When the voice fell, Luo Ming shot at the illusion.

"Get out!"

At the moment when Luo Ming disappeared in the same place, the magical dance looked condensed and shouted.

The figure is flashing, the magic dance is long and the skirt is floating, and her whole person is like an elf, with one side of the figure, and one palm is shot toward the front!

This seemingly random palm shot, set off a huge wave.

The whole world, it seems that in the palm of the magic dance, it has been silenced.

The fire burned, as if the palm of the magical dance was turned into a soaring phoenix, swooping down from the sky, with the power of endless heaven, rushing toward the virtual shadow that fluttered.

"Ha ha ha really is still very strong. But, I am not the original me!"

Looking at the palm of the magic dance, Luo Ming laughed.

Magic dance?

Sure enough, it was the original fantasy dance.

This move is really very powerful.

However, it is a pity.

Luo Ming is not the original Luo Ming.

"Black Lotus!"

Only listening to the laughter, Luo Ming snorted, his hands condensed and printed, turned into a black lotus.

Under the night, the black lotus blooms, and in the reflection of the fire, the blooming of the black light!

A burst of lightness came, and the black lotus bloomed completely, as if it was turned into a piece of heaven and earth, and swallowed away directly toward the fiery phoenix!

Nourish

The two confronted, there was no roar in the imagination.

Some are just low and sharp voices.

The black light of the black lotus and the light of the fire illuminate each other, blend together and swallow each other!

After such entanglement continued, I didn’t know how much time, finally, a burst of roaring blasted!

As the roar of the sound exploded, a sharp and bleak scream came.

That is not the scream of the fiery phoenix?

I saw the light of the black lotus suddenly erupted, directly devour the phoenix phoenix!

In the end, the black lotus roots slammed into the magic dance.

噗嗤

A stream of blood spouted.

Even though it was resisted by the fiery phoenix, the power of Heilongjiang was still beyond imagination.

The magic dance that rushed to resist, in this shock, the body shape shocked, spurting a blood, the whole person was blasted out!

"Hahaha magic dance, I said, now you are not my opponent. I am not the original me, now I am Luo Ming, the legendary Shura King! How do you compete with me! Hahaha today, no matter you If you don't want to, you have to be my person. Seeing that I will subdue you first, and then break this law. I want you to see how I am in the world, bloody!"

Seeing the illusion of a blow, he was bombarded by himself, and Luo Mingxiao laughed.

Magic dance?

This woman is a woman who she saw when she was in the ancient times.

Unfortunately, that time, their Shura army failed.

This time, when the land comes back, Luo Ming will not let such a woman escape from the side!

He not only wants to be in the world, but also to win the woman of magic dance.

Nirvana blood? If it is able to combine with his noble Shura blood, how powerful will future generations be?

Thinking of this, Luo Ming could not help but tremble with excitement.

Brush

Among the big laughs, Luo Ming waited for the illusion of being thrown out to stand firm, and it was once again killed.

In a twinkling of an eye, there was a sullen crash, and a powerful fantasy dance, this moment in front of Luo Ming, but there is not much power to parry. Even if it is not as embarrassing as the moon, it is also very embarrassing.

噗嗤

Another blood spouted out, visible to the naked eye, and the phantom dance paled.

In the snoring sound, the blood stained the long skirt of the magic dance, dyed the night.

A hot atmosphere filled the world.

The endless blood fog, like a cloud of fire, burns in this night!

砰砰砰

Without giving the opportunity to counterattack the magic dance, after grabbing this opportunity, Luo Ming is blasting the crazy offensive!

However, in a short period of time, how many dozens of tricks have been blasted in succession?

Until the last blow fell, Luo Ming did not chase after him.

He just looked coldly at the ground where the illusion dance fell on a kilometer, and fell to the side of the moon.

"Hahaha magic dance, now, you should accept your life! And the descendant of the demon god, you should also confess! This is life! At the beginning, you owe me, today, I have to get it back! At the beginning, did not get I have to get it today!"

Looking at the magical dance that was seriously injured under his successive offensives, and the shackles that had been hit hard by himself, Luo Ming’s mouth showed a cold smile.

At this moment, his eyes were hot, and at this moment, his smile was crazy.

This day is here!

"Now, there is still the last one, is he still defensive? Hahaha magic dance, how do you deal with me?"

Slowly looking pale, eyes coldly watching his magic dance, Luo Ming asked with a relaxed face.

Everything I did before seems to be done by hand, and it does not bring the slightest burden and pressure to Luo Ming!

At this moment, the whole situation is in the hands of Luo Ming.

Array method?

With the serious injury to the moon and the illusion, it is already crumbling!

晏承月? Unbearable, no more fighting power.

Magic dance? It is also seriously injured, how to compete with yourself?

The last remaining line? What is the use of hard support? You can destroy it yourself.

Thinking of this, Luo Ming is even more powerful!

"You really can't handle him!"

However, in the self-confidence of Luo Ming, in addition to the formation, all the high-ranking people are in silence, and a cold voice is coming at this moment.

"It is the king's family! The king's family is here!"

"Wang family, wait until he needs to wait?"

"Ha ha ha, we still have hope!"

"The king's family, it's not too late!"

This sudden sound came and completely broke the situation at hand.

This cold noise came, and the people who fell into despair in the high battlefield boiled again.

You must know that when you see that Qi Chengyue was hit hard by a stroke, you can see that there is no resistance to the magic dance. It is a heavy blow. How desperate and discouraged are the people on the highest battlefield?

This Luo is too powerful.

The power of magic dance! This can be said to be the most powerful among the people in the venue.

She is a super strong man who survived in the Taikoo period.

Such people are hard to compete with Luo Ming, who can block the pace of Luo Ming?

This makes everyone's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

The voice of Wang Chen is to hang everyone's heart and let everyone see hope!

Wang Chen!

Yes, there is Wang Chen.

Before Wang Chen said that he needed to wait for someone.

Now he is waiting.

He returned.

Only he may be able to compete with Luo Ming.

This has rekindled hope for everyone.

"Yep?"

A burst of exclamation came, feeling the change of people's momentum outside the array, and watching Luo Ming, who was about to go to the magic dance, stopped the pace.

He narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.

In the sight of Luo Ming, a figure, slowly, condensed around the magic dance, and finally turned into essence.

Looking at the figure, Luo Ming blinked, his pupils faintly contracted.

"Wang Chen? The inheritor of the true God?"

Looking at the figure, taking a deep breath, Luo Ming asked with a sullen face.

Wang Chen?

This powerful atmosphere, this familiar atmosphere, so that Luo Ming can think of only such a person.

Wang Chen in the mouth of the Lord is now hot in the high battlefield.

is it him?

Luo Ming’s eyes were murderous.