Chapter 1667 (1/2)

Wan Gu Ruo Changhong went straight into the temple.

Zhang Xuanji seems to have been ready to react, behind, that Xuan fan opened.

Hōng!

The entire temple, constantly roaring, a path of cracks, spread in the collision of the tip of the sword and the umbrella, if collapsed.

Qin Xuan already, in the eyes of Zhang Xuanji, in the shadow of the white, fell in front of the Battle Buddha.

Qin Xuan’s eyes were cold, and when the palm of his hand was shaken, the imprisonment was shattered.

His body was shocked, and there was a white coat if it snowed, and it split out and killed Zhang.

Eternal Sword fell in the hand of the white avatar, a sword broke out, this sword, enough to let Zhang Xuan machine back a few steps.

But still not waiting for Zhang Xuan machine to start to talk, there are nine white clothes appear.

Battle Nine Styles, cut the fairy!

a path of figure, if phantom, kill Zhang Xuanji.

Qin Xuan ignored the battle behind him. He was in the hands of Congealing Secret Art, a mysterious Rune, and fell on the chest of this Buddha.

“Battle Buddha is not weak, life force is not dead, can be saved!”

Qin Xuan lightly muttered, Rune fell on the chest of Buddha’s chest, and immediately, Rune spread out and fell into the body of this Battle Buddha.

At the same time, Qin Xuan has a hand-painted Spirit Arts, and a hard book, Rune.

Changqing Twelve, the rotation does not die.

In this way, he decided to seal the body of Battle Buddha, and his life force was never extinct. Together with Longevity’s revived method, he evicted those Sword Qi and restored the body of white Monk.

After doing all this, a drop of sweat dripped from Qin Xuan’s forehead.

The mother and other people on the side did not dare to speak, for fear of being disturbed.

Until Qin Xuan got up, he looked at six people. “What about the devil?”

Qin Xuan’s hands were slightly shocked. He took out some medicine pill and sent it to his old friend.

In the hands of the five people who killed him, there is also a high-quality recovery of medicine pill. After all, it is a direct descendant of Xianxian, which is comparable to medicine pill in the hands of non-wangmu.

“You are not with us, he is on the same road with Tongtian Magic Mountain!” Wang mother hoarse, she glanced at Qin Xuan, “Little Friend, I am all dead, the rest, I am afraid I can’t help!”

“Help!?”

Qin Xuan slowly rose, his eyes were all indifferent, outside the hall, there was a white coat, Zhang Xuan machine shot a path of Spirit Arts, and sacrificed Magical Treasure.

Half of the fairy in the hand is like a big kill, Quin Xuan is a lot of incarnation.

“Running an act recklessly ants, why bother!”

“Er is safe to heal!”

Qin Xuan stepped, the wind and the fairy wing shocked, outside the temple of the moon.

In the air, many white incarnations, and quietly into Qin Xuan at this moment is very good.

Zhang Xuanji is armed with an umbrella and has five First Grade flying swords.

Ink, red, blue, blue, white!

Five swords, each sword, are First Grade Supreme Treasure, if set, hovering in front of him.

Zhang Xuanji looked at Qin Xuan, and his eyes were light. “You are finally here!”

“I’m waiting for you!”

There is no emotion in his words, and a pair of blinds seems to be similar to Qin Xuan.

“wait for me!?”

Qin Xuan is cold in the eyes, Eternal Sword trembles in his hand, if angry.

The next moment, Qin Xuan took a step forward and rushed to this mystery.

Changqing Twelve, a sword and thunder!

A white glow is like a dawn, Zhang Xuan’s indifferent scorpion fretting, Qin Xuan’s previous incarnation is very different from the deity.

He won’t have a little bit of care, and he will be wearing five First Grade flying swords and will be in this sword.