The Dangerous Cultivator

Chen Fangge looked at Lu Zhenhai and said indifferently, "I don't fight needlessly, I don't kill needless people, brother Lu, do you know what I mean?"

Lu Zhenhai said, "If Brother Chen helped me through this level, then the golden lingfu is Brother Chen's."

Speaking of this, if Lu Zhenhai plays anything else, he can only blame himself.

Chen Fangge nodded, strode into the stadium, staring at the dead tree ancestor, "It's ready."

The ancestor of withered wood stretched out his delicate hand and pointed at Chen Fangge, "You come first, let me see how you look."

The words fell squarely, and a golden light was cut from the void. It was printed on the ancestor's eyebrows, and the body of the ancestor withered suddenly burst open, and a mass of black air burst into the sky.

The willow branch trembled violently, dropping three leaves in a row, and blocking the golden light that Chen Fangge shot. The next moment, the flesh and blood was surrounded by the black gas, and turned into the image of the boy in white again. His face was as transparent as paper and extremely weird.

"Dark armored magic!"

Chen Fangge, who was always indifferent, flashed black gas on his face, saying one line at a time, "I do n’t know how many infants, sea and souls to swallow, like the demons like this, and now hell."

When speaking, the golden light in the palm suddenly released smoothly, and instantly, almost all the leaves on the dead willow branch of the old tree fell, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the golden light of Chen Fangge.

Such a war is rare in the world, and the audience is instantly boiling.

"Turn corpse qi into sword qi, see Yuan Tiandao, enlighten corpse qi, corpse sword Chen Guangguang is truly a genius."

"It seems that such attacks cannot be overcome by a single trick. The wicked ancestors of this dead wood can be regarded as respectable and horrible."

"The withered willow in the palm of the ancestors of dead wood is a treasure of heavenly spirit refined by instinct and blood. The power of the ancestors is unpredictable, and it is too early to talk about victory and defeat in this battle."

"........."

In the rumors of everyone's argument, the fighting has moved from high tide to high tide.

The ancestors of the dead wood who once suffered a loss, dare not to underestimate the enemy, and the willows and dead willows drop all nine willow leaves, forming a large circle around the whole body, protecting the whole body, and resisting Chen Fangge's violent attack.

And the bare rod wicker occasionally protruded like a poisonous dragon, and shot straight at Chen Fangge Lingtai.

Whenever this time, Chen Fangge's offensive will be condensed, relying on a Ling Jian lightsaber, across the eyebrows, to stop the light rod wicker.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, there are such people in Jiangnan's realm. The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible. Brother Chen, you and I can make peace."

The old ancestor of the wood cried loudly.

Chen Fangge whispered coldly, "The old demon of dead wood, you practice such evil skills and killed countless innocent babies. Chen had lost his young child in that year, and the pain of his child was particularly deep. Today, if you hit me, if you Wouldn't you be worthy of thousands of parents if you do n’t stab you? "

After chanting, Chen Fangge made a long shout, and suddenly released the corpse. The corpse suddenly gasified and turned into a mighty sword, dragging the horrible sword light, and blasted towards the dead ancestors.

Jianguang seemed to cut through the sky, and there was only this powerful sword in the world.

There was a thunderous sound, and there seemed to be a muffled thunder between the heavens and the earth. Nine leaves suddenly scattered, and the bare wicker wicker bent to the limit.

When he saw Jianguang, he would hit the dead wood ancestor, and suddenly a microwave that could not be seen by the naked eye hit the swordlight that could almost tear the world.

As if the breeze blew across the woods, Jianguang burst into pieces.

The scattered sword gas flowed into Chen Fangge's body, and wow, Chen Fangge spit out pus and blood.

Brush it, a leaf shot suddenly at Chen Fangge, the huge leaf trembled, and Chen Fangge, who was unresponsive in the future, got involved.

In a few moments, dozens of leaves and stems poked out leaves like poison stingers, and shot straight at Chen Fangguang, who was watching carefully.

Seeing Chen Fangge's hate like Bai Qingzhi, all of a sudden, the golden light flashed, and the leaves suddenly burst and exploded, turning into a fumes of smoke. Several times I wanted to gather to form the shape of a leaf.

And Chen Fangge, who cut that leaf with a sword, fell to the ground from mid-air, smashing a deep pit, looking pale and angry.

"Dare to destroy me, I want you to survive, not death!"

The ancestors of withered wood were screaming and screaming with resentment, hoping that Chen Fangge would be insane.

His splendid willow is a treasure that was painstakingly refined before he was rebuilt, and it contains the countless to pure blood he extracted. Since the rebuild, his cultivation has been able to recover quickly. Extremely great.

Nowadays, Chen Fangge has used a Supreme Corpse sword to destroy a leaf. Although it is a leaf, it is enough to withstand the decades of sacrifice of the ancestors of the dead wood. This anger is almost engulfing the world.

The anger drank, and the wicker rod was like a poisonous dragon, and the electric light burst out towards Chen Fangge. The ancestors of Witherwood planned to drain the blood of Chen Fangge with this gloomy Liu Shengsheng.

Seeing that the drug dragon was about to hit Chen Fangge, who had lost his resistance, all of a sudden, Chen Fangge's body flew away, such as the leaves swept away by the wind, and fluttered into the distance.

"Which rat generation, do you know life or death!"

The old ancestors of the withered wood sighed and recalled the wicker rod. In the next instant, all eight willow leaves returned to the wicker, and a pair of young men's unique bright eyes shot out the cold light.

"Brother withered wood, you have to deal with others. You have already won, so why not kill them?"

With the voice of Qinglang, a young man in Tsing Yi, before walking, was thin-skinned, who was not Xu Yi.

"Hahaha ..."

The old ancestor of the withered tree laughed in the sky, and his face was full of wickedness and laughter. He pointed at Xu Yi, "I kill thousands of people. What can you do for me, an unknown person? You have to tell me what is wrong with the road, haha ... "

Zhao Lingwu and everyone in the Zhao family laughed, and everyone in the Lu family looked at each other with a lot of laughers on their faces.

Xu Yidao, "Brother Zhenhai, you are the convener. It is up to you to arrange this matter."

When he was extremely indifferent to Lu Zhenhai's person, he was very talented. When the old ancestors of the dead tree wanted to kill Chen Fangge who had no resistance, the world-famous Lu family owner was still very clear, standing on the wall and not participating in conflict.

Even though Chen Fangge was really fighting for the golden ring, but it was for the Lu family to slay, and your Lu family stood idly by and could not justify it.

This time, he wanted Lu Zhenhai to centrally dispatch, which was to push Lu Zhenhai, who wanted to hide behind the scenes, to the front.

"Why, Zhenhai brother will end in person, okay, just let me see the prestige of the Lu family a hundred years ago, is it still there?"

Zhao Lingwu laughed.

The old ancestors of dead wood stared at Zhenhai, "If so, the old man will ask Lu Jia's old tricks."

Lu Zhenhai saw his sweat on his forehead and hugged his fist. "Brother Zhao, you and I have been fighting in Lingquan, and we have said a five-player round. Now it is too early for you to win two games. It takes a moment to determine the candidates for the third and third rounds. "

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