War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

Boom!

When Lu Rui looked at the ‘Tong Xuan’s Array’, Feng Tian’s body instantly burst into a flame, the flame rose, and finally gathered into a sword shape. Please remember our website novel. Ыqi.

The sword-shaped flame rushes up, and the hot air waves roll out, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

For a time, Lu Rui and Lu Hao only felt that they were in the fire and let the fire burn.

Hey!

They didn’t have time to react, and they saw a woman with a peerless face, but the red-breasted woman with the coldest eyes was shot.

I saw only the flame in her hand condensed into a sword, and a sword ran out against the ‘Tong Xuan’s Array’.

When the three-footed sword that the flame condenses passes, the airflow between the air is separated, and the crisp sword sounds.

However, although this sword contains extremely powerful power, it falls on the ‘Tong Xuan’s Array’, but it seems that it has not entered the cotton group, and there is nowhere to work.

Hey! call out! call out! call out! call out!

......

The beautiful face is covered with a layer of frosty Fengtian dance, but it is not discouraged because of the first sword's missed hand. The flame-shaped sword in her hand is constantly plucking, as if she does not know the fatigue.

I don’t know how many swords are out, the speed of the Fengtian dance slows down, and the sword of the flame-shaped sword in the hand collapses.

Luo Rui and Lu Hao, standing side by side, are all in a hurry.

Their gaze is tacitly falling on the top of the sky.

There are 8,000 ancient horned dragons that have gradually disappeared, and it didn't take long to completely disappear.

"Eight horns of ancient horns!"

Lu Rui and Lu Hao can look at each other's eyes and see the inexplicable shock.

Obviously, the strength of Fengtian Dance scared them.

"The demon!"

The next moment, the two men have such a thought at the same time, guessing that Fengtian dance is a 'demon', and is a powerful presence of the demon king, the ‘demon king’.

In their opinion.

Fengtian Dance seems to be only in its early twenties. If it is human, it cannot be a 'martial mighty strongman'.

However, they don't know.

When Feng Tianwu can display the ‘the emperor’s righteousness’, she’s only one cultivating one.

This is not worth mentioning in front of the two big ‘auyi’ that she has mastered!

"It seems that the old guy around Lu Song, not as the elders said, is dead in the hands of the strong man hidden behind the elders... He should have died in the hands of Miss Tian Dance." /

Under the shock of Lu Yi, Lu Rui knows more, so he thinks more.

Seeing that there is no way to break through the ‘Tong Xuan’s Array’, Feng Tianwu put away the two “Oiyi’s of communication and transfer, standing there quietly, motionless.

Time has passed quietly, but Fengtian Dance is still standing straight, and there is no movement from beginning to end, just like a statue.

"Lu Rui kid, know what her origin is?"

I don’t know when Lu Hao couldn’t resist the curiosity in his heart, Yuan Lijing asked Lu Rui.

"I only know that she is a confidante of the elders... As for her specific origin, I am not sure."

Lu Rui Yuan Li condensed back.

"If there is no accident, she should be a powerful 'devil'! The elders are not the one's reincarnation, even the 'King of the Emperor' can hook up, but also let her It’s so desperate.”

Lu Yi sighed while Yuan Li Ning and Lu Rui exchanged.

Lu Rui agrees to nod and thinks deeply.

With the ‘Tong Xuan’s Array’ as the boundary, there are two different worlds inside and outside.

The world outside, some people are worried about the safety of Duan Lingtian.

The world inside, Duan Lingtian enjoys the baptism of ‘the power of artistic conception’ in a happy mood.

He is half-awake, and he can feel the rapid increase of ‘Ideas’ every moment.

The improvement of ‘intentionality’ also means an increase in strength.

This feeling, Duan Lingtian is very enjoyable.

When Duan Lingtian absorbed three kinds of 'power of artistic conception', the bears sitting cross-legged not far away, enjoying the 'power of artistic conception' refining through the 'sword of the sword' Baptism.

His ‘the artistic conception of the sword’ is ascending at an extremely terrible speed.

However, with Duan Lingtian, I can clearly feel the difference in my ‘Ideas’ every time.

The current Xiong Quan is similar to falling asleep and knowing nothing about his promotion.

He is completely passive in absorbing the power of ‘intentionality’.

Time has passed quietly.

Dong Lingtian did not know how long it took.

Suddenly, he did not come to a spirit, completely woke up.

"The mood of the wind... also broke through to the 'Nine-heavy high-end'!"

Duan Lingtian did not open his eyes, and he raised his hand gently, and he could feel the scent of the wind entwined.

At this moment, the ‘wind’ that wraps around his body does not seem to differ much from the ‘wind’ in nature.

Dong Lingtian knows clearly that this is his performance of the ‘winds of the mood’.

Further, it is to understand the ‘the righteousness of the wind’!

The meaning of the wind is the closest to the existence of the 'wind' in nature.

"Now, I am already a veritable ‘virtual martial artist’.”

At the same time, Duan Lingtian’s heart moved, the dark road.

Although, before entering the ‘Tong Xuan’s Array’, his strength is no less than the general ‘virtual martial arts martial arts’, but that is only his strength.

His cultivation, and the ‘artistics’ he comprehends, are far less than the ‘virtual martial arts’.

Now, his cultivation has stepped into the ‘thinking of the virtual world,’ and his two ‘intentions’ have also broken through to the “nine high-order”.

This is the sign of the ‘virtual martial arts’!

Even if his strength in the past is comparable to the ‘thinking of the martial arts,’ it’s just ‘can’’, it’s not really a ‘virtual martial art.’

This moment, he can be regarded as the real illusion of the martial arts!

I don't know when, the blue hurricane that entangled around Duan Lingtian's body quickly turned like a cyan dragon, and walked around Duan Lingtian.

Boom!

Suddenly, this blue-colored dragon opened its mouth and spurted a red flame. The flames were vast and raging, turning into a dragon.

This dragon is a fiery red dragon.

The fire red dragon, whether it is the body shape or the breath that comes out from the body, is comparable to the blue dragon.

It is the dragon of the ‘the concept of the nine-high high-order fire’!

Duan Lingtian’s ‘fire conception’ does not require additional comprehension. It only requires the ‘wind conception’ to improve, and the ‘fire conception’ will follow.

Just like now.

Duan Lingtian comprehends the ‘the concept of the nine high-level winds’, and his ‘the artistic conception of the fire’ that he never deliberately understood has also successfully broken through the ‘nine high-order’.

His ‘the artistic conception of fire’ is born in the ‘winds of the mood,’ and is closely related to the ‘the mood of the wind’ and changes with the change of the artistic conception of the wind.

For a moment, the two dragons collapsed, and Duan Lingtian put away two big illusions.

"Continue... strive to raise the ‘Thunder’s mood’ as soon as possible to ‘9th high-level’. Then, it’s ‘the land’s mood!’

Because the artistic conception of the sword and the artistic conception of the wind have successively broken through to the 'Nine-heavy high-order', Duan Lingtian, who tasted the sweetness, continued to absorb the other two kinds of non-stop, and also the last two kinds of ‘the power of artistic conception’.

The artistic conception of Lei, the artistic conception of the earth, rapidly ascending, chasing the pace of 'the artistic conception of the sword' and the artistic conception of the wind, gradually approaching.

Lujia Mansion, south of the area, is the place where Lujia entertains guests.

Here is an independent mansion, and some yards smaller than the 'house'.

Where anyone who comes to Lujia, who can live in the government, is usually a person with identity and is regarded as a 'guest' by Lu.

As for the average guest, they can only live in an independent small courtyard, and there is no service and service.

Now, in the gazebo in the front yard of an independent mansion in the south, there is an old man sitting.

The old man wore a silver robes and sat at the stone table, quietly savouring the fragrant scent.

"The squad elder of your Lu family, the shelf is really big... It seems that he really wants me to wait for three or five months."

Suddenly, the old man in silver robe looked at the side of the cockroach and said faintly.

丫鬟 I haven’t had time to respond.

Call!

A figure appeared in the gazebo out of thin air, and the appearance was extremely abrupt, scaring the two sly faces on the side of the gazebo.

"I am going to ask the Lujia family?"

The person who appears today is a middle-aged man in a green coat. The middle-aged man looks at the old man in silver robes and asks.

"No."

The old man in Yinpao shook his head gently. "We are looking for someone, not to find something... The guest is with the Lord, I can wait."

"And, I have a strong intuition... The old parents will soon appear."

Speaking of the later, the old man in the silver robe whispered.

When the old man in the silver robe whispered, the middle-aged green clothes disappeared from the air, so that the two cockroaches changed again, and the **** was trembling with fear.

Soon, one month has passed.

Lujiafu, a spacious temple, the clouds that have gathered together gradually dissipated.

"Hmm?"

Soon, the only person in the temple, sitting cross-legged in the low-altitude cultivation, slowly opened his eyes.

This is a pair of water-like autumn 眸, only a glance, as if you can charm all beings.

In addition, she still has a pretty face that can be called a country, but the face is always covered with a layer of frost, showing a cold atmosphere, refusing people thousands of miles away.

As the clouds dissipated, a tall platform and two figures appeared clearly in front of her eyes.

One of the middle-aged men was directly ignored by her.

Her gaze fell on the young man wearing a purple coat, and then she couldn’t move anymore, as if she had rooted in the purple dress youth.

"Call!"

At this time, the purple youth sitting cross-legged on the high platform opened his eyes and sighed.

His pair of scorpions, shining like stars, is like a bright light that illuminates the dark night.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Just then, an excited laugh loudly broke the silence of the temple.