Chapter 1105 (1/2)

Carving a small skill! ?

The complex of Wudu’s complexion was mixed at this moment, especially when he was fully engaged in his work, and it was broken by Qin Xuan.

This makes Wudu feel a great humiliation in his heart. “You can’t be so crazy when you talk about Spirit Transformation! I want to see, you can be able to resist how many moves !”

The sound has not yet fallen, he will be ready for the Congealing Secret Art.

Another five-piece Spirit Art, the white mist tumbling, turned into a sea of ​​sea, came to Qin Xuan Crushing.

Different from before, this white mist has never been a little bit sloppy, but every one is heavy, such as pressing Mountain.

“This is the enchanting town of the foggy town!” Some people exclaimed, this Mingkong town enchanting is very famous in the Middle Kingdom, is created by a foggy old man today, once in the wilderness mountain range, suppression A Dao Fusion demon king, with the five products Spirit Arts, but pressure Dao Fusion.

If the white mist falls, it will fall into the eye.

Qin Xuan portable Zhu asked the youngster, one person into the white fog, in front of the body, the body of the real body trembles constantly, and even cracks appear.

Qin Xuan entered the long river of white fog, faintly smiled.

He let go of Zhu Wen and said lightly: “Da Jiner!”

Da Jiner flew out from the shoulders of Qin Xuan, grabbed Zhu Wen with the size of the rice grain, and then Qin Xuan’s body shook.

The eight wild warfare body is fully open, and there are nine dragon tattoos on the body fists. He is as if he is driving a long river and bombarding it in front.

The white fog is like a fist, it seems to be in the Mountain.

Bang bang bang ……

a path of a loud roar, if the thunder is rolling.

Qin Xuan has a bright glow in his eyes, just like a person opens the way.

He almost smashed the white mist by tens of meters, and the front was still white mist, and the road opened behind him was covered with white mist.

“Thinking about your Spirit Transformation, you can also break my fog and ignorance!”

In the air, the fog smiled and felt Qin Xuan trapped in the white mist, and the eyes passed cold.

The emptiness of the Mingkong Town, as long as his Magic Force continues, the white mist will be endless, and even confuse the perception. In the beginning, the Dao Fusion great monster was killed by his exhausted old Ancestor forcibly.

In the white fog, Qin Xuan seems to be aware of the corner of the mouth slightly raise.

“Trivial is a scorpion, but it is said that the white fog traps me Qin Changqing, it is Immortal World, and can you stop me?”

His voice rang in the white mist, and he walked under the foot.

Battle Nine Styles , Myriad Elephant Steps !

Under one step, this piece of white fog was almost worn by him. On the ground of the city of Dzizhu, there was a huge pit, all around the building, even including the day of the bead building. Under this terrifying crack, it also instantly collapsed, white fog. Around, there is a ruin.

Numerous cultivators look at this terrifying scene, revealing a fascinating, imaginary ruin, and Qin Xuan is still in the enchanting town of Mingkong.

In the white mist, Qin Xuan took this step, and if the Crazy Dragon is in the sky, it will rise to the sky.

His boss fists pinched the void, and Blood Qi as a giant hammer, bombarded his head.

A roar!

It is as if the sky hammer is falling on the river, and the force of a hammer is almost broken.

Battle Nine Styles Hammer Day!

Qin Xuan’s eyes are stunned. The first sight is that the sky is full of incredible fog, faintly smiled. “The people of the fog family, I have never looked for you, but I have died.”

Still not waiting for the fog to cross the anger, Qin Xuan will be Changhong, rushed to the fog.

For a moment, he was close to the fog, with swirls in his eyes, and deep into the Starry Sky, as if to see through the world.