Thousand Blades of Death

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"Lu Yunxiong, you are a great elder, but repeatedly prevented the disciples from testing, I met you and lost your face."

Ma Yuan directly refuted.

"Ma Yuan, bold, so you dare to tell me that you are like this"

The elders shouted in anger, anger and loudness.

But Ma Yuan was too lazy to look at him.

Later, Ma Yuan touched the altar and pressed into the air. The altar shone and the light shone. There is actually a star.

"Well, Rum, can this kind of garbage grow real natural gas, actually condensing stars?"

Lu Chuan's eyes were a little surprised.

Lu Yao's beautiful flash was a little surprised.

"This man, I was finally defeated. I am worried that this is not easy."

Lu Chuan Lu Bing looked at him with dignity.

At this time the light flashed on the altar again, another star appeared.

But this is just the beginning, the stars on the altar keep appearing.

2,3...8,9.

Soon, nine stars actually appeared on the altar.

"How could it not be that **** is hanging on the meridians, does it really cause anger?"

"Hey, I can really train, but there are still nine stars."

"Luyao is unlikely to become a nine star except Luyao."

On the battle platform, Lu Yao's eyes suddenly narrowed, showing a surprising expression.

Luming’s blood was obviously deprived of her, and there are still nine possibilities for how she can improve her spirit of anger.

"Lu Yao, can't you think? Everything is better than you."

Ma Yuan is located on Luyao Road.

"This is just a nine-star thing. What is important in front of a real genius?"

Lu Yao quickly calmed down and despised.

"Really? Is this all?"

Lu Ming's mouth hung a mischievous smile, his hands glared at his hand, and the instinct of anger continued to pour into the altar.

The nine stars on the altar suddenly gathered, and a long rainbow soared in the sky.

Changhong Crown Day!

Changhong continued to appear.

Unconsciously, people on the scene stood up one by one.

"Minger, Minger."

In the crowd, both Ling Ping and Qiu Yue's hands were excited, shaking and crying.

I know that luming may practice instincts in the past, but I can't imagine Luming having such a high potential.

Suddenly, she felt that the bitterness she had eaten over the years was not white, but tired and unacceptable.

"This is impossible! This is impossible!"

On the main stage, the elders shouted loudly.

"How is this possible?" On the other hand, Li Fu's eyes suddenly appeared.

"This is impossible-I will continue," Ma Yuan laughed.

Come on! Come on!

The altar vibrates twice in a row, and the rainbow flies to the sky twice in a row.

At the same time, Ma Yuan's body turned on the light in turn.

80 days, 90 days, nine days, and finally one hundred and eighty-eight. Silence, silence.

The audience suddenly calmed down, and even their breath disappeared. Just like this moment, everyone forgot to breathe.

Only the soft breeze sounds a bit.

Everyone saw Ma Yuan. His eyes burst, and he could hold a little duck in his mouth.

Changhong's three lanes and eight hundred houses all represent Ma Yuan through three gods.

There is only one difference between the two gods and the three gods, but the difference lies in the difference.

The three gods represent perfection.

Not many people in the Liege Empire opened two gods in each generation, but they always existed.

However, the three gods are rarely developed, sometimes only one generation.

At this moment, the two gods of Lu Yao were shrouded in the skyline of the three horse plains.

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