Peerless Divine Emperor

The one hundred and sixty-two chapters

Whether it is cold pack, Fan Jian, or Mu Shi poetry, this moment is the boss of the mouth.

They saw that at this moment, Jing Yun's body suddenly appeared a strange flame, and the flame continued to burn, so that the whole person suddenly became a big fireball.

This is not the most amazing.

The most amazing thing is that the flames are constantly burning around the blood.

Before, it was clear that the violent rifle of the **** violent rifle, this cockroach, is constantly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is his means? Why can you burn my blood?"

Fan Jian was stunned.

Dark magic.

This is the most mysterious set of Supreme Martial Arts in the Dark Feather Hall.

Only the core disciples of the Dark Feather Hall can be reached.

Fan Jian has been practicing for half a year, but he has only touched the threshold a little, and he really can't really learn it.

But it is to touch the threshold, the effect of the dark magic is also very significant.

Because this set of dark magic is to use their own release of powerful blood gas as a primer, and then draw all the blood of a certain range of people, all the blood gas together, creating an unparalleled offensive.

This trick, Zongmen has provisions, can not be used at will.

In the past six months, Fan Jian has only used it once.

But that time, let Fan Jian taste the sweetness.

Because he is using this set of dark magic power and Tian Huomen a core disciple of the spirit of the two sides to become a tie.

The martial arts one way, the leapfrog challenge, how difficult it is.

It is so exciting and exciting to be able to share the strength of Lingwu and the duality of a spiritual warrior.

And this is just the reason why Fan Jian thinks that Jing Yunzhen will die.

But now, everything has changed.

The results he had expected did not appear, but instead seemed to be moving in the opposite direction.

The blood of the dark magic is constantly being burned, becoming thinner and thinner, and his offensive is becoming weaker and smaller.

Fan Jian's entire face is like a stinking ditch. It is ugly and ugly.

This is the first time he has been in the market.

"War of the Gun King, give it to me."

Fan Jian originally wanted to gain momentum, but at this moment, there is still a bottom of the heart.

He violently thundered and slammed the offensive.

He wants to make a big blow to Jing Yunyu before the offensive has not been burned.

It can be counterproductive.

After the anger of the gun king smashed out, the closer he was to Jing Yun's body, the more **** the parcels burned, and the power was less than one tenth of the previous when the offensive fell to Jing Yun's body.

"Hey."

Just like tickling, the offensive has no effect on Jingyun, and it completely disappears.

"hateful."

Fan Jian slammed into the huge stone behind him and smashed the huge stone directly into a big hole.

"It’s cool."

Compared with the coldness of Fan Jian, Jing Yunyi seems to be much more refreshing.

Just now, the other party released the bleeding gas, although constantly sucking out the blood in his body, but when Fan Jian’s blood touched Jing Yun’s body, he was directly burned by the hidden fire of Jing Yun’s body. Turned into a martial arts Jingyuan, rushed into the body of Jingyun, Jing Yunyi immediately knew that this time, do not need to do it.

Immediately, the body of the emperor was directly released, so that the raging fire would burn the blood quickly, so that the two not only let the other side attack and break, but also let their body get nourishment.

It can be said that it is two things.

Do not.

It is a three-pronged one.

The third thing is to have the life of Fan Jian.

"It's now."

Jing Yunyi saw the opportunity.

Nine secluded.

Breeze point sword.

Jing Yunyi used a set of powerful steps, but also a trick of the most primitive tricks, turned into a breeze, and rushed toward Fan Wei, who was a bit worried.

"what."

Only heard a scream, Fan Jian's throat appeared a sword mark, and Fan Jian's body also fell to the rear.

Blood can't stop flowing out of the sword marks. Fan Jian, who fell to the ground, didn't die, but if he continued to flow like this, he would not stop bleeding. It is estimated that it will take a long time to die.

"No, don't kill me. I beg you, don't kill me."

Fan Jian was terrified.

He seems to have forgotten the pain, pleading with enthusiasm, there is only one demon in his eyes, and that is Jingyun.

And as he keeps talking, his body trembles and the blood flow at the sword marks is more intense.

"Bad boy, give me Fan Jian."

Cold packs are anxious, and they scream.

Jing Yun’s mouth was cold and cold, and then he not only missed Fan Jian, but also directly put one foot on the heart of Fan Jian: “It’s all the time, you dare to yell at me, I am this person. Most hate people who are so rude."

"In the end what you want?"

The cold pack wanted to be shot. In fact, when Fan Jian exhibited the dark magic, he planned to shoot.

Mu Shishi has been staring at him. Once he shot, Mu Shishi will definitely shoot in the first time, stop him, so that he has no chance to shoot. For this, the cold pack is really helpless, so he has to give up the reckless behavior. .

"Give me my sword."

Jingyun smashed the tunnel.

In fact, he just had to add a few more points in his hands. In fact, he could directly kill Fan Jian, but he did not do so. The purpose is for the present.

"You put people first, as long as you put people out, I will return your sword to you immediately."

The cold pack compromised very quickly.

This does not blame him, even if he misses a little time, it is possible to let Fan Jian die.

It is naturally worthwhile to change the life of Fan Jian with a useless broken sword.

"When are you a three-year-old? You must give me the sword first, otherwise you should not blame me for tearing the ticket."

Jing Yunqi was not scared by the cold pack, but instead returned with a more firm and more overbearing tone.

After that, the strength of Jing Yun’s feet was a bit heavier.

Fan Jian struggled, and the blood at the sword mark had overflowed from a little bit before, and now a stock has poured out.

The cold pack can't stand any more, throwing the hail sword directly into the air and throwing it to Jing Yunxiao.

Upon seeing it, Jing Yun's toes slammed on Fan's chest and stepped on his heart. He jumped up and picked up the ice sword in the air.

He doesn't want to let the hail suffer a little more damage.

But just as his body jumped and caught the hail sword, the cold pack started.

The cold pack is moving, like a ghost, and disappears in the same place. When the scenery is clear, the cold pack has already jumped to the front of Jingyun, and the head of Jingyun’s head is a boxing method that has already been planned.

There is Mushy poetry protection, cold packs only use this unexpected means.

Once Jing Yun is dead, even if Mu Shishi is sheltered, I am afraid that there is nothing to do.