MTL - Ten Gods-Chapter 71 Sword if the thunder

Dozens of powerful breaths are coming together, and it’s terrible.

Lin Tian retired, staring in one direction, and shot very. At the same time facing dozens of people, he did not have a little grasp.

"Several exits of the dark forest have been blocked by my strong family, you can't escape!"

Tsing Yi middle-aged cold road.

Lin Tian's body shape is a stagnation, and a cold awn is flashing in his eyes, which changes direction.

His face was so heavy that he gradually spread his killing.

"With so many people, even if I am a little stronger, it will be very troublesome. I have to spread them apart."

Lin Tian secretly.

I don’t doubt the words of Tsing Yi’s middle age, the export was blocked, and Lin Tian rushed towards the depths of the dark forest.

"chase!"

Tsing Yi middle-aged shouted.

Lin Tianxiu has two steps, and the degree is very fast. However, the dozens of people in the Mo's family have also cultivated a similar body. Although they are far from being able to compare with the two steps, they can practice for dozens of people. It is not too bad to Lin Tian.

After Lin Tianchao glanced back, Tianyi’s soul ran and felt around.

After a moment, his mouth was slightly raised and he shot toward the left.

"No matter what tricks you play, the ending will not change, catch up with me!"

Tsing Yi middle-aged cold road.

Dozens of people face indifferent, like dozens of killing machines, with Lin Tian changing direction, the sword screams.

Soon, dozens of people chased Lin Tian through a large piece of old wood.

At this moment, Lin Tian suddenly slammed forward with a sword, and then turned back and forth, pressing against dozens of people.

"Give you a small gift."

Lin Tianxiao laughs.

Tsing Yi’s middle-aged brow wrinkled, and suddenly, a roar sounded.

Not far away, Lin Tian took the place where the sword was smashed, and the old wood collapsed. A huge monster came out, nearly four feet high, and the demon was big and scary.

"Three-level peak monster, iron cattle!"

Tsing Yi’s middle-aged face changed.

The iron cattle were sexually violent, and they were smashed by Lin Tianyijian. They suddenly became angry and madly crushed towards this side.

In the face of the three-level peaks and monsters, dozens of people in the Mo family suddenly changed color.

The third-level peak monster, but comparable to the existence of the nine-fold body!

"Roar!"

The iron cattle roared, and under one squat, they rolled up a hurricane.

Lin Tian smiled coldly, stepping on two steps, stepping on it and avoiding the iron cattle. In the next moment, dozens of Mo’s people were all exposed to the vision of the iron cattle.

It was a big bang, and the iron bulls did not care who was out of the sword, and rushed to the Mo family.

"attack!"

Someone called.

In an instant, the light of a large sword rushed forward.

"Globe! Don't mess up!"

Tsing Yi reprimanded.

The iron cowhide is thick and thick, and the ordinary sword is hard to hurt. After being attacked by the Mo family, it is even more furious and more mad.

For the Mo family, this is a disaster.

"what!"

In the blink of an eye, someone screamed and was crushed by the iron bull.

Then, dozens of breaths passed, and dozens of people in Mo’s family were rushed to the seven-eighth, and it was difficult to get together.

At this time, not far away, Lin Tian smiled.

Since the team has been dispersed and wants to re-aggregate into a whole in a short time, it is not easy.

Staring in one direction, Lin Tian swayed and flashed in the blink of an eye.

Here, there are seven people in Mo.

"Hey!"

Without hesitation, he returned to the Yuanjian, and the screaming sword screamed for the first time.

"It's you!"

"A big courage, dare to take the initiative to kill!"

"Repress him!"

The seven faces of Mojia are cold.

The five people are not weak, they are all in the eight-fold refining body, and at the same time they send out swords.

Holding the Yuanyuan sword, Lin Tian smiled coldly.

He was slightly stunned and he rushed out like lightning.

"puff!"

The blood was floating, and Mo Jiachong was pierced in the throat of the first person, and his voice fell in a pool of blood.

Sword of Lightning!

"There are six people left to see if you can support other people to come to aid."

Lin Tian sneered.

The faces of Mo's six people changed slightly, and for a moment, one of them was killed!

"Don't care, this little **** is not simple, work together to kill!"

One of them sighed.

The death of one person is not enough to make the six feared. Several people work together, the sword screams and kills Lin Tian together.

"boom!"

The six are strong, and the combined power is terrible.

Lin Tian’s mouth was raised, not flashing, and rushing toward the six.

At the same time facing dozens of people, he will be jealous, can face six people in the district, he has no pressure.

"Ka! Ka! Ka!"

Three consecutive fragile sounds, Lin Tian waved a sword, and three of the weapons were directly cut off.

"This is...spirit?!"

One of them was moved.

Staring at the long sword in Lin Tian's hand, several people are discolored.

Lin Tian's face was indifferent, and he rushed forward.

Stepping on two steps, Lin Tian shuttled through the encirclement of six people, and the first form of the wind swordsman came out.

The sword was flying, and one of the six was swept by the sword, and the blood splashed and flew on the spot.

"Mo Heng!"

Someone yelled.

Just then, a Huiguang rushed toward the man like a lightning bolt.

Lin Tianchong passed, the sword of lightning came out, and the throat of the man was opened in the electric fire.

With a bang, the man fell to the ground and died on the spot.

"There are three people left."

Lin Tian looked at the last few people and looked indifferent.

In the twinkling of an eye, four people were killed, and the faces of the last three people changed, revealing the color of their hearts.

Just then, there were footsteps in the distance.

Tsing Yi middle-aged and others avoided the iron cattle, and rushed over with a dozen people.

Seeing this scene, the last three people were relieved.

"Small nephew, in order to kill you, my Mo family has sent a lot of people, and today you will die."

One of them was cold.

A glance at the distance, his eyes fell on the three, and Lin Tian’s mouth swelled: "The moment will not come, at least, you can't see it."

Hearing the words, the three suddenly changed his face: "You...what do you want to do!"

"Kill you all."

Lin Tian is indifferent.

In the hands of the sword, one turn and one turn, a sharp sword and open mind.

The sword of the wind screams with the sword, and the space of the square is completely covered by the sword.

Seeing this scene, the three suddenly changed their faces, and this sword made them feel the fear.

"stop!"

In the distance, Tsing Yi was also moved in the middle of the year and shouted.

Unfortunately, it is late.

"dead."

Lin Tian is cold.

The intensive sword fell, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, in the blink of an eye drowning three people.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The **** splash, the three of the Mo family were penetrated by the dense swords, and the dragon fell to the ground.

It was also at this time that Tsing Yi was in middle age.

"brute!"

Looking at the seven corpses that fell to the ground, Tsing Yi’s middle-aged look was angry and stunned. These people are all family elites, and seven people die at a time. For the family, it is a huge loss.

Lin Tian stood with a sword and swept to Tsing Yi middle-aged and others.

"I ran to kill me. I was so angry when I died a few people. This picture is really ugly and disgusting."

Lin Tian satirizes.

Counting Tsing Yi middle-aged, there are thirteen people trapping him at the moment. These people together can make him feel the pressure, but he can't feel threatened as before. Therefore, he no longer evades.

"what did you say!"

Tsing Yi roared in middle age.

"Tell you disgusting." Lin Tian said faintly: "You are disgusting."

Tsing Yi’s middle-aged face is angry, and the rest are also gloomy.

Staring at Lin Tian, ​​Tsing Yi middle-aged efforts to calm down the emotions, cold channel: "Don't think that the design kills me, the home of the seven people is very great, your information, I know what is clear, I have a refined body, etc. The martial arts shadow fire boxing, the middle-aged martial arts and the martial arts swordsmanship, nowadays repaired as a refining body, it is really strong! However, it is over now, you may be able to cope with the seven people, and now face 13 people at the same time. I see how you resist!"

"The investigation is really clear, but you are sure there is nothing missing?"

Lin Tianyi looked at it.

Tsing Yi’s middle-aged face sank: “What do you mean!”

Lin Tian stepped forward and returned to Yuanjian for a light shock. In a short time, a hegemonic thunderous sword screamed and screamed.

"That's what I mean!"

The thunder is shaking, and the silver arc is intertwined on the Yuanyuan sword.

Immediately, Lin Tian rushed out.

"A sword."

The harsh cold sounds, Lin Tian’s hands, returning to Yuan Jianjian, and arbitrarily throwing out.

"puff!"

The blood was floating, among the thirteen people, one person was killed in the moment and fell in a pool of blood.

In such a scene, everyone is discolored.

"You..." Tsing Yi was shocked in middle age and angered: "This is not a shocking sword, not a shadow fire fist. When did you learn other martial arts!"

While roaring, Tsing Yi is drinking in the middle age and killing others.

In an instant, the sword and the sword are in this space.

Counting Tsing Yi middle-aged, twelve people will be trapped in the center of Lin Tianwei.

"Two swords."

With a bang, another person was smashed, and the wound was black and black, as if it had been smashed by lightning.

In this space, the Thunder is resounding, and Lin Tian's external silver arc is intertwined, as if the incarnation became Raytheon, the sword is not as fast as the lightning sword, but the power of the sword is stronger than the sword of the wind, and each sword is overbearing. Absolutely.

"Three swords."

Like the thunder dragon roaring, Mo's eyebrows were penetrated, and the skull blew open.

Cang Lei Jianfa, if the sword is running, the sword will kill!

Holding the Yuanyuan sword, Lin Tian stepped on the two steps, in the encirclement of the Mo family. At this moment, every sword he throws with the power of Thunder, as strong as Tsing Yi middle-aged this refining body nine heavy peaks and strong people can not help but tremble.

"Four swords."

Thunder stunned, a glaring Ray Man crossed, Mo family and another person fell to the ground.

In the hands of Lin Tian, ​​Guiyuan Jian was almost covered by the dense Raymond. With the flow of his real yuan, the power of the Thunderbolt in the real yuan was infinitely magnified, and then incorporated into the sword. In the middle, it is integrated into the swordsmanship, letting the sword bring the thunder of the thunder, let the swordsman bring the Thunder.

This is the Cang Lei sword!

"Five swords."

The icy voice floated again, like the call of death, once again taking away the life of the Mo family.

Looking at Lin Tian at the moment, everyone is chilling.

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