V3.C60 (1/2)

The three gold exchanged eyes with each other, almost at the same time.

”Plasma speed fist!”

”The sword dances!”

”The forgiveness of the dawn goddess!”

All the light condensed in one point, the powerful small universe burst out, blinking in front of blue dye.

On the left, the light of the sword transformed by the small universe forms a space juxtaposition, which appears in all directions of blue dye, and quickly closes up, leaving no room for evasion.

The more terrible attack comes at the other end. Kamiao's hands are folded and held high. The frost appears at the absolute zero degree, whistling towards the blue, and the earth melts the ice and snow world. There is nothing but crystal white.

In the face of the three golden moves, even if there is a blessing of collapsing jade, she feels pressure. Blue dye's face is dignified, and the third eye on her forehead is fully opened under pressure, and her spiritual pressure has doubled.

”This guy Is there no upper limit to strength growth? ” The pope in the distance whispered to himself. In his eyes, LAN Ran's strength has been increasing.

On the other side, Xuan also quietly took a step forward, with one hand carrying his back. A jade for seeking Tao appeared in his hand, and the power of yin and Yang escaping was constantly injected into it.

He wants to find the most critical time to shoot, only in this way can he really hit lanran seriously.

The pressure of the spirit is constantly breaking out, spreading in a circular ring, and the space appears a short condensation, and the power of terror strikes in a violent way.

Boom!

The power of terror broke out completely, a mushroom cloud rose from the earth, the forest was completely destroyed, and a huge Canyon appeared on the earth.

Three golden figures fly backward, and LAN ran stands on the collapsed earth, awe inspiring and divine.

”Now!” Xuan's eyes coagulate. In his eyes, the world is divided, and the blue dyed figure is covered with various colors. At this time, the strength in his body is exhausted and it needs to be supplemented by collapsing jade.

With a light hand behind, the space is rippling. The yin-yang escape with Tao Yu as the core must cross the space attack.

But at this time, Lengran sword idea strikes, when Xuan reacts to come over, a cold awn already appeared in his neck.

”Pay for your life in white!”

”Traces of the wind?” Xuan's eyebrows jump lightly, the sword has been cut through the throat, and the figure is instantly divided.

Wind trace looks down, but there is not a drop of blood on the sword. This situation is beyond his expectation. He is confident that the distance he has just made can never be dodged. No one can.

There is only one possibility. The other side evades his attack in a special way.

At the moment of turning back, the sense of crisis appears in the heart, the space shrinks abruptly, and the chaotic thunder group has reached the heart.