Stealing The Heavens

The 377th chapter of the bet raises

Over the Qingya Mountain, a white-haired old man with no arms and legs is standing in a sullen air. Without the arm, the old left arm of the old road was cut off with his shoulders; the lower leg, the right thigh of the old road was blown up by the thunder and the piece of meat of the size of the head, only the small half of the leg bones reinforces the calf and his body. . There is also a transparent hole in his chest, flat and thin, apparently a stab wound by Feijian.

This kind of injury is not only heavier than Yuanhua's ancestors, there are not a few hardships of the Yuanhui, or there is a strong Xiandan healing, fearing that this injury is not easy to heal. Only the immortal's vitality is extremely strong. The more advanced the immortal, the more powerful it is. The legendary product of the fairy, as long as the fairy soul is not scattered, even if there is only one skull left, can live well. Therefore, this old road was so badly wounded, and it was also arrogantly suspended on the Qingya Mountain, and screamed to Yuanhuamen.

"Yuanhua, the mediation of Guchuan immortal, you actually sent the doorman to ambush the real person on the road, it is simply deceiving too much!" Baifa Laodao, the ancestral home of Huilingmen, Huiling real person pointed at the Qingya Mountain and shouted: "Come out, you roll out this real person! Today you and I must see a high and low victory, not endless!"

Do not follow the Yuanhua ancestors, set up a sword light spurt on the sky.

The Lingling Gate only came to Huiling Reality, and Yuanhuamen’s side, left and right, there are already more than a dozen Tianxian with hundreds of Yuanshen monks, laying a concealed Liuhe, embedded in the Nandou Six-star killing, surrounded by Hui Ling real people. This big array of eyes is the Qingya Mountain. Now the three elders of Yuanhuamen, who are cultivated by the three immortals, are sitting on the top of the Qingya Mountain, guarding the six red-handed flying swords.

Hui Ling was trapped by a large array of people. Yuan Hua’s ancestors had already flown in front of him, but he was not afraid. He only held his hands and looked up at the sky. Seeing such a smug look, Yuan Hua’s ancestors could not help but scream and shouted: “Hui Ling’s old hair, you have no reason to provoke me to Yuanhuamen, why come?”

Hui Ling really glared at Yuanhua's ancestors, and he said with anger: "I have no reason to live? Your doorman's blue stick hurts my doorman, you have to give me an account!"

Yuanhua's ancestors turned their eyes together, and they did not swear nonsense. They went to the sky with a stroke. The clouds in the distance of thousands of miles suddenly burst into a whispering sound, and they quickly gathered toward the Yuanhua ancestors. However, it was a blink of an eye. A group of white-sized thunderballs appeared in the hands of Yuanhua's ancestors. He slammed the thunderball into the face of Huiling.

The real person of Hui Ling is also a cold scream. He has a pair of eyes, and suddenly there is a clear spring in front of him. A lotus flower is quickly born from the Qingquan. The blink of an eye becomes a leafy, three pink and tender lotus flowers. The lightness of the lotus flower of Zhang Xuanyuan firmly blocked the thunderball that hit the face. A muffled sound, surrounded by air, the thunder ball and the lotus annihilated at the same time.

Two swords sounded, and a white sword light rushed out from the head of Yuanhua’s ancestors, rushing to swear the heart of Huiling. Hui Ling's real person also flew out a yellow sword light, and turned into a scaly, claw-shaped, like a dragonfly, and the flying sword of Yuanhua's ancestors greeted him. The two swords light are like a mad bull. The swords are twisted, entangled, stabbed, wiped, and played in the air. The harsh friction sounds so far away from the battle. It hurts and I have to work hard to seal the eardrum.

Feijian held a full time, and finally Yuanhua’s ancestors’ swords were high, and a thin sword light was scattered in the oblique thorns, just like the electric light, beware of Huiling real people. The yellow sword light of Hui Ling’s real person has been suppressed and the light is bleak, and there is no initial power.

Seeing that the differentiated Jianguang is going to shoot through the body of Huiling's real person, Huiling's real person screams coldly, and his hands are tied with a handprint. He understates and sighs: "The law! Retreat!" The air in front of him swayed and a thunder rang. The sword light of Yuanhua's ancestors was shattered and shattered, and the volley was turned into countless streams.

'铿锵' a loud noise, Hui Ling real people shattered the sword light of Yuanhua's ancestors, but his flying sword was also lost by the white sword light of Yuanhua's ancestors, losing all the flames, turning into a dark yellow The odd-shaped flying sword wandering swayed back and forth. Hui Ling’s real head rushed up with a dim airflow, caught his flying sword and hid it into the body. Yuanhua's ancestors were not arrogant, and the flying swords suddenly thundered. A hundred-foot-long white light spurred the Huiling real people.

With a cold cry, Hui Ling real people reached into his mouth, biting his fingertips, and using his pale golden blood to depict a fist-sized rune in the air. Do not recognize this rune, it is the word 'shocking' in the ancient immortal, with extremely powerful power.

With a spell of sorghum into the cloud, Hui Ling’s real wrist trembled and the golden rune volley shot. A loud noise, runes blasted, and a huge shock wave slammed into the sword of Yuanhua's ancestors. The white sword light suddenly became dark, and it was flying more than ten miles away by the rune, and it was impossible to struggle for a while. Yuanhua's ancestors trembled a little, and were forced back by a invisible darkness for more than a dozen steps.

The two ancestors glanced at each other and sneered at the same time. Suddenly, all kinds of fairy tales were endless, and the various flying swords and magic weapons were simultaneously shot out. For a time, there were only countless flashes of light in the void, and various thunderstorms shook people, and they could not see where the two ancestors were.

At the level of Yuanhua's ancestors and Huiling's real people, the power of each attack is extremely cohesive, the power is condensed and not scattered, and there will not be too much power to emanate. Therefore, although they played lively, they did not have any influence on others, and at most there was only a gust of wind blowing in the face, which did not cause any substantial harm.

The two men slammed a slap in the face, and eventually they were all tired and sweating, sweating almost at the same time. Separated by a few miles away, the two eyes squinted at each other for a while, and Hui Ling’s real people did not mean to escape. The Yuanhua ancestors did not order to launch a large array, relying on the advantage of home to make Hui Ling live. Stay here.

I wheezed for a while, and the two coughed up at the same time. All of them were seriously injured, and now they have suddenly fought a big fight. The two people have consumed a lot of Xianli, and they have also involved the old wounds, and they have hurt a lot of blood.

Waiting for a breather, Yuanhua’s ancestors pointed to Hui Ling’s real person and sneered: “Hui Ling, on the mouth, can’t fight for a black and white. To tell the truth, one and a half years later, Xian Jun presided over On the gambling, we have a clear understanding. The river is human, oh!" Cold screaming, Yuanhua ancestor turned his head, it seems that he was too lazy to continue to entangle the singer of the river, because he simply looked down on it. The character of the river fairy.

Hui Ling real people bite their teeth: "Yuanhuamen's green stick, is it a gentle gentleman? Can take the master's double repair partner, hahaha, open up the world, these things, unheard of, never seen!"

Hui Ling is a real man, and he is so angry that the eye of the martyr is green, and the claws of the claws almost want to rush to go and the life of Hui Ling is desperate. The Moh Dao, and the other elders in the realm of the heavens around him, were gazing at the stunned side, and stared at the green stalk.

The idiots have a big eye, a chest, and a screaming voice: "You guys, what do you want to do? Fight?"

The martyr had a few breaths, and his teeth pressed down the anger and resentment in his heart. He pulled down his eyelids and waved his hand at the people of the ink. The innocent people of Moh, they slowly bowed their heads and stopped talking about a word.

Qingzhangxian Weng’s eyes squinted at the same number of people as the Moh Dao people. They lowered their voices and said: “Look at the few people, Mo Yan, Qing Peng, Yu He, and Shrike. They are the four gatekeepers of Shu Shi’s uncle. Under their door, they all use the poultry as the number. After seeing them in the future, you have to avoid it. Similarly, if you see that they are not as good as you under the door, even if you start bullying, there are Taishi and Master. Support you!"

After listening to the words of the green cane, do not want to swear, this Yuanhuamen inside is so ridiculously so irritating, is not afraid that the door-to-door disciples really conflict and cause the portal to split? Yuan Hua’s ancestors let this matter go unnoticed.

In the distance, Yuanhua’s ancestors suddenly burst into laughter: “Well, you are a kind of Huiling old hair, you deliberately provoke my door-to-door relationship, and sure enough, you are squatting up and down, all are general goods, all rely on two lips and a tongue to mix rice. Eat! Hey, you hit the door today, you have to vent your door, if you bring someone, I am willing to kill them all! But when you hit the door, I really can’t pull my face and besieged you alone. !"

For a moment, Shen Hua’s ancestors sneered: “A year and a half later, when our doormen have won the game, you and I will fight alone, and you will use your mountain gate as a bet. How? If I lose, The green cliff star belongs to you, and if you lose, you will have to give me Yuanhuamen!"

Hui Ling’s eyes turned, and he sneered: “Yuan Hua, do you think you can beat me?”

Yuanhua’s ancestors said in disapproval: “Can you beat you, when we see it clearly, why should we waste our tongue now?”

Hui Ling’s eyes turned, and he sneered: “Well, I also asked Chuan Xianren to be a witness, sign a formal official document, and make a bet with the mountain gate. This real person also has this intention.”

A golden light fell from the sky, and the Chuanxian people wearing purple robes smiled and held a small scroll with one hand. He smiled and said: "The two fairy friends have such thoughts, that is the best." Making a bet with your own mountain gate, this is a big bet, it’s really, hehe..."

Yuanhua’s ancestors suddenly glimpsed, and he looked at Hui Ling’s real person and smiled: “Is it your feeling that you are old?”

Chuan Xianren nodded and smiled: "Yuanhua's ancestors, Benjun has been waiting for most of the day at the top. Oh, it's really a Huilin real person to ask this monarch to be a witness to the bet!"

Yuanhua's ancestors and Huiling real people looked at each other, and at the same time ‘hehe’ laughed, but there was no more heat in the laughter.

Under the testimony of Chuan Xianren, Yuanhua's ancestors and Huiling real people also signed an instrument to raise the bet.

A year and a half later, the two disciples gambled to determine the ownership of the Lingshi vein.

A year and a half later, the two ancestors went it alone and decided to return the mountain gates.

The gambling promise was immediately spread to the pro-world under the impetus of the people.