The Divine Martial Stars

Wang Yan held a rusted sword in his hand and stood in the doorway of the temple.

Biyan sat on the railing of one side, barefoot, white as snow, and the smooth calf hangs under the railing, gently swinging, like a carefree little girl, with his hands on his chin, his eyes bright. What is in the mouth?

There was a fighting sound in the distance.

The astounding battle energy fluctuations came from the depths of the wood-like palace walls. The blazing battle flames rushed from the depths of the palace walls, and it was as if it were someone burning fireworks in the distance.

Wang Yanyi knows that this is the big demon of Bi Yan, who is fighting with enemies that are gradually approaching in the dark.

"Hand over the fairy tales and hand over Li Mu."

A voice, passing through Qionglou Yuyu, seems to be from the horizon.

It is the voice of the quasi-emperor glass.

This monk finally determined his position and arrived.

Wang Yan’s eyes flashed a trace of fineness.

Biyan turned to look at him and smiled. "Don't worry, wait for him to arrive, it will take a while."

Wang Yan looked back at the hall behind him for a long time, but there was still no movement, the feeling of waiting, the heart of the people, even for a few days, like hundreds of years, he forbearance Can not lively said: "It has been three days, why did Li Mu not have a reincarnation?"

Biyan smiled and looked at him with a smile. "I remember, I said about three days, not three days."

Wang Yan’s eyebrows jumped and did not say anything.

In the Scorpio Scorpio, the killings in the buildings are constantly being triggered. The terrible murder is like a real thing. It is filled in the distance. The emptiness is like a transparent glass being splashed with water and something is flowing.

Rumble!

There was a terrible battle coming.

There is also blood, rising to the sky.

The big demon of Biyan fights against the enemies in the dark, and it seems to be mutually injurious.

Wang Yanyi looked at Biyan again.

Such damage is also very heavy for her.

Is this banshee really loving Li Mu?

He once heard the story between Biyan and Li Yidao. It is very touching. However, it is already a past tense. It is rumored that the real biathuary has inspired the blood of the fox **** to die. Today, this body is alive. It is an ancient demon **** that has been resurrected, but it is because of the influence of the soul fluctuations of the real Biyan, so this ancient demon god, also love the house and the black?

Time passed by.

Wang Yan stood at the door of the main hall, gently wiping the rust sword in his hand with his sleeves, and his fingertips dripped a drop of blood and dripped on the sword of the rust sword. The blood was like a drop of water falling in the desert. In the same way, quickly penetrated into the rust sword, the blade seemed to be brighter.

After an hour.

The sound of fighting in the distance gradually stopped.

On top of the head, a porcelain bowl of quasi-emperor glass was suspended, and the imperial palaces in the various places were broken and blocked. They came across the line, with big killers and big murders.

"Bold fox demon, dare to send someone to block me?"

The glaze of the glass is like a sword. The first time it falls on the body of the green fox god. As for Wang Yanyi, it is directly ignored, a junior is simply not enough.

"Oh, the ability is not big, the tone is very big." Bi Yan still sat on the steps, for the question of the glazed emperor, and did not care, said: "Dare to come to this fairy palace, I thought you really broke Some of the dragons and the great empire's arrogance, I did not expect, but by a broken bowl of the old void, how can you have the guts to ask me?"

"Hey, ancient demon god? You wake up a few points? The body of a local demon, can carry you a few minutes of air transport?" Liquor Quasi-Emperor: "The surrender of the fairy edge and the old fish, I

Let you leave alive, otherwise, today, the soul of your demon **** will be destroyed. ”

Bi Yan patted the mini 'Imperial Hand' on the shoulder, scorned a smile, said: "Xian Yuan? Hehe, the fairy edge in your mouth, but it is just a hand of my predecessor, my hand is mine, why should I give you?"

This hand, originally belonged to Biyan.

The top of the glazed glass is suspended in a porcelain bowl, and the dying dynasty is like a avenue waterfall. The pressure is spread out. If the creature standing at the top of the food chain overlooks the common customs, it has the invincible spirit of the world.

"No matter who it was before, it is mine now."

The glazed emperor is overbearing.

Biyan stood up, jumped and jumped up, and disdained: "I want to use my palm, through the avenue, into the emperor? Oh, it’s really an idiot, everyone has their own different way, you want I have to go my way, I am destined to eat behind me."

The glazed Quasi-Emperor’s face is unchanged: “Through your way, you will step on your feet.”

The body of Biyan slowly floated up, and the beautiful face with infinite style was full of disdain: "There is not a big deal, and the tone is not small, then try it."

The 'Hand of the Immortal' also seems to be irritated, jumping from the shoulders of Biyan, hanging in the air, hooking the index finger.

"Receive!"

The glazed glazed glazed glazed, and the porcelain bowl on the top of the head was divided into several scorpions, and entangled in the ‘the hand of the immortals’.

Big words grin.

'The hand of the immortal', like the eye-catching rabbit, grabbed the silk and slammed it, just like tearing the paper, smashing the temper, and then erecting toward the glazed emperor. A middle finger.

Biyan glimpsed, and immediately laughed: "So weak? Hahaha, it turned out to be a fake emperor, glazed, you are really daring, holding a fake broken bowl, dare to come to the fairy palace, Hahaha."

The glass slammed coldly, didn't talk, ignited the porcelain bowl, forced it toward Biyan, and shot directly.

The body of Biyan emits the enchanting brilliance of the emerald color, as if it were cast by the immortal marrow, and actively greeted it.

A big battle started.

Song Yu and the stupid dog behind the glass fell on the ground.

One person and one dog are a bit sneaky.

"What's in this hall?" Song Yu looked at Wang Yanyi.

The stupid dog shook his nose and sniffed for a while, saying, "Oh, no, I smell the taste of Emperor Jin, a lot of baby, just inside."

Wang Yan looked at Song Yu and said: "Roll."

Song Yu almost had a bad nose: "You know my name?

"Wait a minute." The stupid dog Husky couldn't help but say: "If you have just said something, if you are a emptiness of the Emperor, how can you say that it is supreme?"

Song Yu: "#¥%"

Although he is a swearword, he said that he really did not want to communicate with this dog. He could kill himself.

"The younger generation, let go." Song Yu went directly to Wang Yanyi.

He did not put Wang Yan in his eyes.

Wang Yan did not speak, the rust sword in his hand, a sword stabbed.

"Oh, the younger generation, you are obsessed with this, I can't defeat the gods, can you challenge?" Song Yu said, flexing his finger and bounced to the tip of the sword: "Just with your rusty sword, I Can you break a finger with a finger?"

The blood flashed.

Song Yu’s fingers flew out.

He looked at his **** and looked at the rusted sword in Wang Yan’s hand. He couldn’t believe what happened just now: “Real.

of? What sword are you? ”

Wang Yan holds the sword and controls the energy accumulated in the sword. He does not want to waste his power on this person. He said: "Roll."

Song Yu stared at the rusted sword and watched it several times. He gradually felt the extraordinaryness of the sword. The rough look was a mottled rust. In fact, it was only the texture and color of the sword itself. It was a heart-rending force that was looming. When the time is down, it’s uncertain.

"Well, stupid dog, you can try it." Song Yu simply turned back and took a few steps, to the side of the stupid dog.

The stupid dog walked over with a smirk and just opened his mouth. Before he could talk, Wang Yanyi said directly: "Roll."

"I worked for Li Muli, I passed the blood for Li Mu, I" the stupid dog still wants to explain, but the next moment, watching the rust sword of Wang Yanyi has signs of stabbing, the sharp sword The sharp point made it a bit of a painful eye, so he continued to sneer and hurryed back.

"No one can go in before Li Mu does not come out, even if it is a dog." Wang Yan said one word at a time.

Song Yu and the stupid dog looked at each other and were stunned and angry.

boom!

Intense fighting volatility came.

The battle between Biyan and Liuli Zhudi was gradually heated up.

But after all, it is the core area of ​​the fairy palace. The air is full of patterns. The battle wave of the two top powers is only a few tens of meters away. It disappears invisible and will not affect the surrounding buildings.

Wang Yan turned his head and glanced at the battle between the two.

The power of Biyan is very amazing. It seems to awaken the power of many ancient demon gods. The cooperation of the 'Imperial Hand' is nothing more than the glazed emperor. The existence of the 'Imperial Hand' is equivalent to one. Like the emperor, the silk shackles that hang down the porcelain bowl are torn off one by one, occasionally finding the opportunity, and attacking some key positions of the glazed emperor.

"Is the strength of the quasi-imperialist level?"

Wang Yanyi was quite surprised.

The strength of the Green Fox God Biyan is much stronger than when she first arrived at Earth, and later at the Fairy Congress. This is not a cultivation.

However, this situation has also made Wang Yanyi feel a lot more.

The biggest trouble is this glazed emperor. If you can't beat the words, you can beat this person. If you can drag it, you can fight for time. Soon Li Mu will end the reincarnation. When you can escape, you don't have to stay here. It is.

The battle continues.

About a musk time passed.

boom!

Biyan lingered around the emerald-colored Fuguang, and the palm of the hand slammed like a star, and the palm of the hand, the glazed squadron retreats, and the "Imperial Hand" that has been eyeing, finally found the opportunity to put the porcelain The bowl is pinched and the force is pinched.

Hey!

The porcelain bowl is broken.

The glazed Quasi-Emperor has changed greatly.

"You shouldn't wake up to this level, you." He stepped back and snarled.

The words are rushing forward, and the palms are not merciless: "Death."

boom!

Liu Zhuzhe emperor spit blood.

He realized that it was not good, and he turned to escape.

How can Biyan give him a chance, even killer.

Seeing that the glazed emperor was in a huge crisis, this time, unexpected changes that no one had thought of appeared.

"enough."

An eternal and ancient voice rang between heaven and earth.

Biyan only felt that the great pressure came, and the monks were incomparable. The unprecedented danger felt, the body was broken, and a blood was sprayed, and quickly retreated: "The empty old dog, you are still alive"

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