“You’re too early to be happy!”After a sneer in the east, he instantly raised his blood and climbed endlessly, he left a little, and did not rise to the extreme, but only stayed at the nine-level Xuanwang, that is, the same as the cultivation of the Yan Xilin!

And he can't stand it, he feels like a man with no resistance in his hand, ant without any resistance, as long as he exerts a little force, he can crush it, but between the fingers, his palm not only can not hold, it seems that suddenly gave birth to a lot of thorny hedgehogs, or sting, so that he had to let go!

If you can calmly pull out your hand, the most important thing is that it is not to know what kind of technique it is to flow the Oriental Moyang hand together, so that his two hands no longer have anything to perceive!

As everyone knows, Oriental Mo has used the starlight sixty-three, and this technique is taught, in front of the 36th type of starlight, only the part of the defeat!

Oriental ink did not give the opportunity to fight back, starlight techniques such as the Yangtze River, suddenly swept the Bo Qi learning, just now the situation flipped in an instant, people can no longer perceive any breath of the school!

Yan Xilin could not say anything, this Oriental ink actually has such a means, now, it is already the ninth level of the king's cultivation, even Yan Xilin has a sense of unpreparedness!

"In the next life, when you want to harm people, first let your cultivation be improved, otherwise, your next life will still be the case!"When words like a cold glacier are spoken from the mouth of Oriental ink, people also feel the endless cold killing!

Even Yan Xilin, who had experienced such a cold killing for so long in the sacred realm of the yutian, had not felt such a cold killing intention, he lost his mind for an instant, and a thought in his heart, in the hands of this young man, how many lives.

But it is such a lost skill, and what comes from people's ears is a scream!

“Ah...”

Naturally, this scream came from the dawn!

Oriental ink is still cold face, the divine locking beam enlightenment, the enlightenment of the school in the first time to condense the divine knowledge, a god of knowledge flew to their own elder Yan Xilin!

He felt that as long as he got the blessing of Yan Xilin, his own knowledge could be preserved!

Eastern will give him such a chance!The original faint divine power formed a prohibition in an instant, and the apocalyptic knowledge was captured in the prohibition at once!

Others only feel that this is a matter of time, the knowledge of the enlightenment fell in the hands of Oriental Mo, but, after all, Yan Xilin is the elder of the Zonglin faction, although it is later than the Oriental ink, but then came first, even suddenly entangled with the prohibition of Oriental ink.

"Oriental Mo, he is an excellent disciple of my Zonglin school, you can't kill him like this!"Yan Xilin is just a hard-born holding of Oriental ink, can only suspend the hands of Oriental ink, hastily moved out of the Zonglin school, want to let the Oriental ink take the initiative to withdraw their own strength, in order to ensure this enlightenment of the divine.

"Old man, is such a disciple worthy of the name of an excellent disciple of the Zonglin school?"Don’t you think it’s a shame for you?”Oriental Mo smiled and said to Yan Xilin.

Yan Xilin wanted to penetrate into the prohibition of Oriental ink as much as possible through the moment of entanglement with Oriental ink, so that Bo Qi Xu had more guarantees.

Dong Yuan Mo did not give Yan Xilin this opportunity: "Just now, the elder Yan said, the elder who has identity, can teach the disciples!"

“Bang!”With a not-so-clear voice, the magic of Qiqi was scattered by the Oriental ink under the eye of Yan Xilin, and the five-line life source was absorbed in an instant, and the spirit of the learning was scattered!

“Oriental Mo!”Yan Xilin was really almost crazy, I can't imagine that Oriental Mo would kill a clean in front of himself!

“What happened?”Oriental ink converged his own knowledge and asked lightly, as if it was just a very ordinary thing, solved it.

If Yan Xilin does not suppress the atmosphere of Oriental ink today, he will not have to walk in the Zonglin school in the future, and if others do not say anything, he will not be able to bear others to mention this topic!

"How dare you kill my disciples in this way, are you tired of living?"Yan Xilin said very angry.

Dongming is very unconcerned with a smile: "Yen Elder, you, but also when you are these excellent disciples of the Zonglin school as a baby, in fact, is not only ten strange soldiers can be arranged, even if Liang Ming even suspect me to cut off the tube, I said to take out ten Qi soldiers, will not be able to go!" 」

Oriental ink deliberately mentioned this matter, in fact, and the current situation can not be compared at all, that is, Liang Ming does not have any real evidence, and the blood knife is present, can not be too entangled, only to agree to the Eastern ink put forward the conditions of the ten soldiers!

However, now so lightly said, too much to beat the face of the Zonglin faction, okay!

"Oriental Mo, well, your boy is rampant enough, today, I don't care what kind of identity your son is in the Nine Dark House, angered me, and there is only one person between us who can get out of this passage!"Yan Xilin really can't control his anger, so he can't come down!

Yan Xilin's palm turned over, a sword in his hand, recognized the grade of the main soldier, and pointed directly to Oriental Mo: "Oriental Mo, Zonglin School is not something you can provoke!"

Oriental ink sneered, the heart moved, the palm of his own lone Fengding appeared: "Then I will use what you have stolen from your Zonglin school to meet you, tell you, recognize the Lord's strange soldiers!"

This is very wonderful, even in front of so many people, Ke Jian suffered such a loss, after returning, all the tacit understanding of all the never-talked, resulting in everyone who is not present is not aware of the specific situation!

Even his master Zun Pu Jiangrong is not willing to talk about this matter, after all, has always felt that it is a very ordinary master of the master of the sword, to the hands of people to know that it is a magic soldier, this is very face ah!

Therefore, Yan Xilin was still late, only to identify that this is Ke Jian's ding.

“Three, first!”Yan Xilin came up and used the skills of the Zonglin elders, which is the technique that has been in the Zonglin school since the founding of the sect, which can be seen for many years, which shows the mystery of this technique.

The corners of the Oriental ink lips slightly evoke a confident arc: "Just look at this technique of my Oriental ink, how about this three-type of the three-way tradition to you!"

“Oh my God, give me a break!”Nine occult, long ago familiar with the heart, the Oriental Mo Yang hand is the first level of the nine occult decisions!

“Bang!”The two people's weapons with tough techniques collided together, provoked countless after-tremities and emptiness, even in this passage, let people play and have nowhere to hide, many people have to use the greatest means to restrain themselves to ensure that they are not injured by this aftershock!

However, when the crowd all retreated, only the cold shadow no one cares, her own meridian is still severely damaged, even if it is the smallest aftershock, it may have a cold life!

Oriental ink is not the kind of cold-blooded people, no way, Oriental ink can only come up with its own final means, its own aura once again, but want to be absolutely promoted to the extreme, but there is a not-so-good feeling, so that in this critical moment, can only choose to stay in the realm of the nine-level king, even so, but also instantly put the fire of Yan Xilin down, and the first thing Oriental ink is not how to counterattack, but the lifting of the hand together, the two people are blocked.

People are relieved, cold to see clearly, this thick forbidden array of the edge, from their own only three steps away!

She couldn't help but look up at the young tall figure in the prohibition, she felt that all this, Oriental Mo did it for her, a warm heart!

Yan Xilin's eyes finally showed some terrible meaning, not to say anything else, simply the cultivation of Oriental ink, originally thought that the promotion of the nine-level king, not necessarily what means, may be the enemy of a thousand, self-injury eight hundred behavior, but how can not imagine that Oriental ink can be so arbitrary to improve their own cultivation!

"Oriental Mo, what kind of skill are you cultivating."Without the brain, Yan Xilin asked such a word directly!

Eastern Mo sneered: “How scared?If I am afraid, I can consider spare your life if I kneel before me."

Yan Xilin naturally did not weaken without the ability to resist, and after a cold snoring, he still stimulated his endless spirit: "Songchu three type II!"

Yan Xilin wanted to see if the reverse of Oriental ink would not be so tough, but in time, he would definitely take revenge!

"Don't hit the south wall, don't look back, today, I'll tell you to break your head blood!"Oriental ink has all the power into their own hands of the lone phoenix, the lone phoenix spread out the fierce killing, with an ancient thick, oriental ink full force to show the second layer of nine thuds!

The two people are different, Yan Xilin's trick is more dazzling, but this trick of Oriental ink can converge a lot, not as cool as the first move.

People outside the forbidden array, naturally do not know what kind of sharpness is inside, only through the eyes to see this time, two people are evenly matched!

However, only Yan Xilin in it will understand that this time, the Oriental ink strike is not known how many times more fierce than the last time!

“Bang!”The second thumping absolutely rang in everyone’s ears.

Yan Xilin was completely shocked this time, because he felt the real means of Oriental ink, he had to admit that the showdown of this trick had reached his limit, and at this moment his breath was rolling!