God-level Stealing System

"Blue Dragon Sword Qi!"

With his eyebrows fluttering, and the prisoner's clothing hunting, Zhang Songnian cut out again with a sword.

A green rainbow swept the ground and topped the sky, like a blue sky pillar, curling up a dense stream of light like a flocculent, clear like a cloud like a cloud, and it rushed endlessly, and the sword power was overwhelming.

air! air!

Yan Ziling's shell teeth bit, and two swords were fired. The two purple sword auras crossed into the void, and the space suddenly showed a cold and purple cross knife mark, which violently collided with the Qinghong sword aura. Beginning, thousands of gusts of wind and glimpses erupted and released.

"Come again!"

The cold light in Yanzi Ling's eyes flashed away, and when the shell teeth bite, the knife waved like a battle flag...

Purple sword blooms, endlessly plundering, overwhelming the sky, and a suffocating feeling of crushing, Zhang Songnian is unwilling to show weakness, charging with a sword in his hand, and a sword light and blue rainbow dancing wildly.

Swords and swords, fierce confrontation.

The light bursts and the clouds are scattered, and the heavens and the earth are like falling jade and chaotic Qiong, magnificent and vague.

Many female warriors and prisoners of the Ziling Pavilion of lower cultivation level were unfortunately decapitated and severed by the rushing sword energy or swordsmanship, and blood splashed on the spot.

As the sleeves of the robe danced, Yan Zi Lingchai lost her hair in chaos, and on a beautiful face of Haojie, blood spots were blooming like early plums, her eyes were completely red, her eyes were obviously red, she swung her knife like running water, and the knife gas was like a wild waterfall. Sweep all enemies.

All the obstacles in front of me will be wiped out, and wherever I pass, there are piles of white bones, and the blood is like a picture.

It can be said to kill one person in ten steps, not staying for a thousand miles.

In the face of such a fierce and domineering Yan Ziling, Zhang Songnian dealt with prisoner clothes, hunting and hunting, his eyebrows were dignified, and he was not afraid.

"Qinglong Kendo!"

Between shouting and drinking, the sword is raised to the sky, pointed by the sword's edge, on the top of the sky, a phantom blue dragon instantly condenses like the real thing, penetrates the body of the sword, the vertical moiré patterns are inscribed, and the sword aura suddenly increases thousands of times .

Pop!

Suddenly, a tree of the sword of the Tao jointed out behind Zhang Songnian. The trunk of the Tao tree showed a patina color, and it bloomed like a blue cloud pattern engraved on a bronze ancient ware. On the luxuriant tree branches. , As if engraved with Chunchun Dao pattern, exuding a strange sword charm.

The moment the Taoist tree bloomed, the vigorous azure light reflected a strong figure that was as hard as a pine, like the Qingyang sword emperor coming to the world.

Huhuhu...

Before the sword came out, the wind blew up.

The water of Linghu shook the shore.

Zhang Songnian's sword rhyme hovered endlessly, with a sword hilt on his wrist, and blue light dancing. He used the sky to wipe the front of the sky and the Taoist tree to help his sword.

"cut!"

The eyebrows condensed, a sword light as strong as a blue dragon, cut off at Yan Ziling.

This sword pierced through the sky and pierced the stone, sweeping through the wilds, if the blue clouds came out of Xiu, it would be extraordinary with the handsome stars.

"Murano vulgar husband, slave dog, pretending to be a noble swordsman, a gentleman!"

Feeling Pei Ran's sword aura, Yan Ziling slashed the bald young man who blocked her with a slash. She stepped volley in the air and could not escape the sword aura. She stopped and stared at the opposite Zhang Songnian.

Yan Ziling converged her sword and stretched out her left hand. The purple gold ring's dim light was disillusioned, revealing a simple and strange air. With two chuckles, she already twisted the dark amethyst on the ring.

The spar turned, and the purple light was leisurely. It seemed as if a mysterious flower garden lurked in it. The shadow of the flower was agile. In a flash, the spar fell into a gloomy silence, and the flower shadow disappeared. On the contrary, an ancient and fierce panther head pattern appeared.

For a moment when the dull leopard head pattern became solid, a purple highlight suddenly appeared, and then it collapsed into smoke.

Crackle Crackle Crackle! Crackling!

In an instant, the sky was densely covered with black clouds, like a haze, a torrent of rain fell in the sky, and the dense raindrops were turbid like iron, splashing a pungent dust and smoke on the ground, smashing small pits.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo-"

A sharp and hoarse roar suddenly resounded through the clouds, mixed in storms and rain, like a raccoon like a cat, but it reveals the evil and prey that neither can match; like a ghost like a charm, but it reveals a trace Vigorous vigor as a beast.

On the stage of Zhanxian, everyone looked up in panic and looked up at the sound.

I saw a pair of purple pupils emitting fierce cold light, emerging from the dense and deep black clouds, bright like stars in the dark night, dark like ink dots on rice paper.

Between light and dark, neither ambiguous nor ambiguous, but the fear that these purple pupils bring to everyone is very clear and precise.

puff!

A beast claw that seemed to have been painted with ink, sharp as a knife, easily torn through the clouds, and reflected in the eyes of everyone on the ground.

"What is that?!"

The bald-headed youth who had been chopped to the ground by Yan Ziling struggled to prop up his blood-stained body. When he looked up, his eyebrows jumped wildly when he saw the heavenly vision.

"Beware! It's this madwoman..."

Zhang Songnian screamed in shock, but before the second half of the sentence came out, he was blown away by the wind and could no longer hear him.

boom!

Between the sky and the earth, a ray of purple light swept like a gust of wind, as if a gloomy meteorite fell on the ground, suddenly a hazy smoke screen was stirred up.

In the smoke, the light flashes, and the thick purple lines outline the outline of a fierce leopard's head. In a flash, a vigorous and majestic purple golden leopard beast stepped out!

The purple armor is like scales, and the leopard body is awe-inspiring. It is a hundred times more fierce and more spiritual than the mounts of the Ziling Pavilion dead warriors.

"Wow!!"

At the moment of the purple light riot, Senran Leopard's claws suddenly caught and fell to the head of the bald young man.

Seeing that it was an arrogant leopard beast, the bald young man had already faded a look of surprise, replaced by an eagle looking at a wolf, a ferocious bird, even if he was bloody, he did not retreat but instead moved forward:

"Jinguang Town Clock!"

When she read it, she was full of golden blood and blood.

"Hmph, I'm taking the path of physical sanctification, and I have to count this head to be the hardest and hardest!"

The bald youth patted his bald head, and there was really golden light on the skull.

When the beast's claw fell, he greeted it.

"Then are you sanctified?"

Yan Ziling smiled coldly.

Naturally, she knowingly asked, this bald head is young and talks about how to become a holy. If he is really holy, how can he be locked up here and be filled with sword wounds.

"This is..."

There was no word yet, and the voice stopped abruptly.

The golden iron head of the bald young man was caught by the beast's claw, and it was sunk into a deep claw mark.

puff!

In an instant, the brain's plasma burst, and the blood was flowing!

Then, a headless body fell heavily to the ground, collapsed like gold dust.

On the other hand, the purple-gold leopard beast stretches out its red leopard tongue to lick the human blood on its claws, then stretches its lazy waist with its claws, and walks to Yan Ziling's side and lay down obediently. He opened his bloodthirsty mouth and yawned, staring down, as if sleeping in a fake sleep.

Dismiss other people in the field!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Songnian immediately filled his chest with anger and yelled:

"You guy...how do you release the beast and kill innocent people! You keep saying that the evil of the monster race is horrendous and unforgivable. How different are you from the monster race? When it comes to cruelty, I'm afraid that there is more than it!"

Yan Ziling smiled arbitrarily when she heard the words, and then swept her cold eyes to the incompetent and furious Zhang Songnian who looked at him like an idiot:

"Your life is precarious, I don't care about the night, I'm still talking here without shame, why don't I think about the posture to die!"

The voice was cold and enchanting, and there was mockery in his eyes, joking, arrogance and fierceness to wipe out all enemies.