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　　After that, I saw the Eagle King raise his staff, flying eagles all over the sky, covering half the day.

　　Lively block the black wind outside the semi-circle.

　　hiss--

　　The strength is connected, and the light is radiant.

　　After all, Zhang Sanfeng came out on top.

　　But as a winner, his face did not come from the joy of victory.

　　This white-browed eagle king was instructed by the experts, and now he should have the power of the tenth rank of the moon.

　　"Bastard! I'll accept you today for the people of the world ¨"!"

　　The might of the Dao sword gradually attracted the thunder of the sky.

　　Thunder rolls, attracting the power of common people.

　　wow~

　　When retracting the sword, Zhang Sanfeng slightly raised the corner of his mouth and raised his palm slightly.

　　"Eagle King, now I will give you another chance. Your martial arts have been completely abolished by me. If I want to kill you, I will bend my fingers."

　　The energy from the cracks in time and space broke the eagle horns of the White-browed Eagle King, the mask on his face, and the eagle wings behind him.

　　"It's the God of Fire."

　　"Where is he now?"

　　"Fire Temple."

　　"Humph! Save your dog's life to pray for me."

　　The Fire Temple is the place where the Taoist ancestors worshipped. If that guy commits a crime, even if Zhang Sanfeng loses his life today, he must fight for his life and death.

　　After leaving this place, it didn't take long for Zhang Sanfeng to meet fellow Taoist Sande and everyone else.

　　In the face of the attack of the Demon Lord and the Demon Head, they fought hard.

　　With their strength, when the world is destroyed like this, they should be running around to find a place to stay.

　　That's it!

　　If the culprit could not be found, even with the exception of the obstacles in front of them, such monsters would appear one after another.

　　"Where to go!"

　　what!

　　Heavenly Sword!

　　Feeling the aura of the sword, Zhang Sanfeng remained silent. Looking back, Zhang Wuji's eyes turned black, and two magical powers floated vaguely between his eyebrows.

　　"We have no complaints. If the magic power wants to completely control a righteous person, it must first absorb the dark elements in his body. Little friend, can you calm down and talk to me."

　　Going to war with him will do nothing but harm.

　　But the demonic energy has not yet attacked his Three Meridian Life Gate, which is enough to prove that Zhang Wuji still has an element of justice in his heart that has not been violated.

　　"Stop talking nonsense, take your life!"

　　"You are a descendant of a generation, relying on the five sects and Yitianjian to do this. Since you are not sober, let me help you."

　　Between the two mountain peaks, Zhang Wuji held the Heavenly Sword and fell from the sky.

　　With a powerful sword qi, he slashed straight to the top of the mountain.

　　Rumbling--

　　A small golden mouth came out from the top and slid to the bottom, and the mountain was opened.

　　The Divine Sword really has divine power, if you want to match it, I am afraid only Di Jun's Star Sword Intent, no, in front of the stars, this kind of power is like an ant.

　　In a different time and space, Emperor Jun's sword is just a sword, the earth trembles, and cracks appear in the tearing space. How can this pioneering work be compared with it?

　　It seems that he can no longer be treated as a child.

　　Once a person falls into a devil, he is a devil, a road of no return, and once he sets foot on it, there is no turning back.

　　When the second move was about to strike, Zhang Sanfeng Daojian drew a Daoist talisman in front of him.

　　This symbol looks like a gossip, but it is different!

　　hiss--

　　In an instant, the bones of immortal style disappeared.

　　But what appeared was the power of gods and demons.

　　"...take the call, child!"

　　This is a guardian of time and space, so Zhang Sanfeng's shot will not endanger his life.

　　In a moment, Zhang Sanfeng harvested the sword, and in the air, the eighth style of Taijiquan was born with rhythm.

　　It looks like hitting a cow in the air, and like spinning through a cloud.

　　Boom!

　　Because he was trapped by the gold thread, Zhang Wuji was unable to move at this time.

　　What is the power of the god of fire?

　　To be able to completely swallow up this kind of justice!

　　After the moral baptism, Zhang Wuji closed his eyes and lost his divine power, like a thing that lost its gravity and fell to the ground.

　　Then, there were bursts of black gas, and the ghosts floated into the air, and then dispersed.

　　In the world of Yitian and Dragon Slayer, the Yitian Sword is always respected.

　　(Wang Haohao) "My son, this sword is temporarily requisitioned by this old man. When you grow up and can shoulder the heavy responsibility of this world, this old man will definitely return it to you."

　　at the same time.

　　Di Jun is leading the crowd through a space-time portal to enjoy the neon feather clothes song brought by his ten children and two women.

　　This kind of carefree life can only exist in a quiet world like Di Jun.

　　A day in the sky, a year in the ground.

　　The history of the human world is evolving, but at a very heavy price.

　　There are two Western saints mixed together, even if the emperor of the world is too incompetent, he will only be put into the historical trend after all.

　　Su Xiaoxiao [Administrator]: "Group leader, are you sure that old man Zhang is really okay alone?"

　　Di Jun smiled and said, "We will say something, we have to believe them."

　　When everyone heard the words, they nodded and re-appreciated the dance.

　　The dance in this prehistoric world is really much better than the secular world. .

Chapter 162

　　Chapter [-] Battle of the Fire Temple

　　Chang Xi falls and dances, and Xi finishes the song!

　　"it is good!"

　　Di Jun applauded.

　　It's like a masterpiece.

　　What made Di Jun most unexpected was that these ten children could dance and merge with their mother.

　　"Thank you husband."