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Fireworks are ignited in Juliu Town under the starry sky.

That was the first collision between Ning Xianshan, the Silver Spear of the Desert, and the mysterious opponent who was also in the realm of the Transformation of Tribulation, was like a gorgeous firework blooming in the night sky.

After a flash of brightness, the two venerables' moves swapped like lightning, which shocked Bailijuliu Town's head to thunder rolling Mars like comets, endlessly.

The brothers chasing Yi, who were divided into major streets and alleys in the town, also fell into a desperate battle. Those who fought with them were all countercurrents who turned into small rivers among the crowd.

Swords suddenly appeared, and blood splattered.

With the advantage of the number of people and the long-range assistance of the archers who occupy high positions, more than 100 long-bow chasing wings of Daqimen gained the upper hand in less than a few rounds, the opponent was vaguely suppressed.

On the other hand, Ning Xianshan, the silver spear in the desert, gradually fell into a dilemma.

It turns out that the two are almost at a different level. Even if the other party makes strange tricks and killing intent, Ning Xianshan, who has the silver spear in hand, has 60% confidence in becoming invincible.

But whenever the silver spear dances and fights back, an inexplicable sound will echo in his spiritual sense, warning him to be unmoved by his intention to kill.

The sound was like a wake-up call, and it kept ringing.

That was the voice of Liang Liang, the chief of the Dragon Prisoner.

Although the sound is Liang Liang, the content of the long chirping is the arbitrary golden rule of Bai Zhiqiu, the unparalleled leader of the Demon Sect, five hundred years ago.

Therefore, Ning Xianshan often exposes a moment of hesitation during the gap between attacks.

There are ever-changing changes in an instant.

Under all changes, Ning Xianshan felt more difficult.

Kill, or not?

This question came to his mind, and he was struggling with a blow. The figure of white robe and the silver spear in his hand flew backwards for more than 300 feet. A long silver light drew out of the night sky, and then it fell heavily, destroying a building of soil.

Tile house.

In the smoke and dust, curses came out. There have been countless battles of life and death in the world. Ning Xianshan, who has never been so restrained, was full of cowards.

In the ruins, he raised his silver spear and spitted, looking at the galaxy night sky from afar and complained: "Did you see the ancestor? It's not the mountain... Bah, it's not Xiao Ning's failure to abide by your orders. It's really this kid is too cruel.

The move is fatal. Xiao Ning thought that if he was so cautious, he would be unable to do anything twenty moves, and he would be in danger of serving his horse and giving him a look at your unparalleled style."

Erasing the blood at the corner of his mouth and looking at the empty starry sky, Ning Xianshan showed a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile, as if this was his true face: "If you don't reply, Xiao Ning will think you have acquiesced?"

Ning Xianshan withdrew his gaze and regained his eyes

The guy who had his fist in his body condensed into a golden protective energy could not help but praise him: "Look at my whole body's cultivation powers, I don't look like a practitioner in the two unknown places, the Five Mountains Realm and the Shuiyue Cave Heaven.

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"The wind and rain in all directions are everywhere. Shan Ye has made a rough calculation. Excluding the one who practices the sword every day, one floor, one tower, one mountain and one forest, and the one who practices the sword, are you a person from Fenglei Garden?"

The golden energy enveloped the whole body, and the man stood still without being moved. I don’t know if he couldn’t understand Ning Xianshan’s words, or was looking at something else.

Seeing that his opponent did not reply, Ning Xianshan, who knew that Fengleiyuan's surname was Li, breathed a sigh of relief: "Since he was not a disciple of Fengleiyuan's surname was Li, Shan Ye would be relieved."

After speaking, Ning Xianshan's energy poured out like a flood. The white robes were arranged and they pointed at the distance with a gun.

"Take me a shot."

"Desert meteor!"

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"Hey, where is my silver spear?"

Before the supreme magical power starting step called the Desert Meteor was completed, a strange wind blew past his face, almost making Ning Xianshan, who had a cultivation level in the Transformation Realm, feel incredible.

At that moment, he felt a stroke of his palm and the silver spear in the desert disappeared. He was still scared and was surprised, and a secret voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Blind the moon."

While the secret sound came to my ears, or earlier, as early as the moment the wind blew, the endless galaxies in the night sky disappeared in an instant, like countless candles extinguished by the wind.

The heaven and earth are as dark as it is.

The mysterious Venerable who stood in the void has a good cultivation level. Although he is a newcomer and is limited by the rules of this world, he can only exert 70% of his peak state in a certain period of time in the future, but he still captures that in the gap of time.

Wipe the inexplicable white wind.

Yes, compared to Ning Xianshan, he saw the color of the wind. Based on this theory alone, his cultivation is already above the silver spear of the desert.

Of course, Ning Xianshan is not thinking about this. And this person's goal or opponent he will be locked in the future will inevitably be slightly higher than Ning Xianshan, which is all a story.

When he noticed that the unknown variables were coming, the Venerable of the Viagra Realm, who had endless boxing intentions, did not hesitate at all. He restrained his magical powers in the absolutely dark night sky and stepped on the weak and retreated suddenly!

Thunder and lightning are already three thousand feet away.

Then, there is nothing more.

Ning Xianshan saw it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears.

He saw the unpredictable changes like the rapid changes of the world, which was a thousand years old. He came back to his senses in a trance and realized that it was the end of ten thousand years, so he saw snow floating on earth.

Snowflakes fall on three thousand

The figure outside the body was frozen silently from head to toe.

Until now, he heard the sound of "Return to Snow".

Then there is the ‘Shocking Rainbow’.

A dazzling cold light that was hundreds of feet wide rose up from the ground, shattering the frozen snowman who was stepping on the void, and the cold light then sank into the sky.

Ning Xianshan looked in his eyes and counted three breaths in his heart.

So, a sudden thunder sounded from the sky.

...

Ning Xianshan was still in shock.

His eyes were staring at the white-robed figure who gradually condensed in the ruins not far away in front of him, and the word "saint" lingered in his spiritual sense and could not be removed.

He had been practicing for half his life, but he had no choice but to draw a prison to imprison himself in the sky and the west, and he never had the chance to see the powerful style of the God-Inspiring Realm. However, the easy and freehand painting of the blink of an eye on the screen was absolutely impossible to describe if it weren't for the word God-Inspiring.

So the more I think about it, the more I feel excited.

Bai Zhiqiu, the leader of the Demon Sect, was an unparalleled figure five hundred years ago. Who wouldn’t regard the evil demons as the ancestor? I thought that the Emperor Alliance had lost half of the world’s power but failed to kill him, but instead suffered a loss of troops and generals.

Such a saint is standing in front of him now... The three styles of blocking the moon, returning snow, and stunning rainbow are vivid in my mind, Ning Xianshan couldn't help but be fascinated by his heart.

Bai Zhiqiu held his hands in his arms, holding the desert silver spear in his hand, and slowly approached. He looked at it briefly and nodded slightly: "In terms of gun cultivation, you have entered the top three in the world."

Ning Xianshan God returns to his soul and settles.

He recognized the identity of a saint in white robe. He had long lost the arrogance of dominating the sky and crossing the desert for decades. He also subconsciously took away the sensation of the bookish spirit that was completely opposite to the evil spirit, and his duty was even more restrained.

He said, "Xiao Ning dared not be among the top three with the sect leader."

He called himself Xiaoning.

Bai Zhiqiu threw the desert silver spear over and said with a smile: "The only three styles are from the Youlong Han spear of the Luo family in Luohe County, the Dayan Empire in the past. Although he deserves the ability to establish a sect, he is still difficult to enter the world.

Gun 3. I only used the Saint Realm and added a few domain rules. Otherwise, I would have to spend a few interest in subduing the demon with my gun."

Ning Xianshan listened carefully and was quite despised in the six words "expends a lot of time", but he did not dare to show his contempt.

So he said respectfully: "I have heard that there is a Gun Xian Dai Sect in the Five Mountains in the storm of the eight directions of the sky and the west, but I don't know that the other person the sect leader is..."

Bai Zhiqiu looked up at the north, as if he saw through the endless night, and saw a lonely boat: "Can the ferryman hear anything?"

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