Six Hundred and Thirtieth Chapters Piano Sound

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Boom!

Twenty-six precious knives exploded at the same time, forming a blinding light in the sky, and the terrifying energy blasted down, bang bang bang, and the Wang family's courtyard was instantly reduced to ruins. ┢╞╪╪╪.?〔. c<>

So what if it is the Blossom Blossom Boundary, the aftermath of the shock force is vomiting blood again and again, and the Divine Pedestal Boundary is even worse, ranging from blood stains all over the body, to severe bones and tendons.

It is equivalent to twenty-six high-level infant spirits fighting together, this blow is of course terrifying.

Zhu Xuan'er is fine, there are three spirit infants by her side, enough to wipe out the aftermath, and Hu Niu is even more special, with a swipe of her little hand, the shock wave is cut by her, passing from both sides, which does not hurt at all. Not a cent of her.

Very far away, Ling Han appeared, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, but his face showed joy. The bowl of Huatian absorbed ten precious knives, all of which had been refined at this time, turning into A puddle of metallic liquid.

He poured it out, and the liquid quickly solidified and turned into a piece of metal. When he weighed it, it weighed more than a hundred catties. But compared to the weight of ten treasured swords, it is at least a hundred times lighter.

This is the role of the Huatian Bowl, purification!

It was a seventh-order treasured sword before, but now it is purified, and it should have reached the eighth-order. It's just that this piece of metal has turned into an alloy, and Ling Han can't tell what the name of this piece of metal should be.

It doesn't matter, anyway, it is the eighth-order precious gold, and it can make a lot of sharp arrows again. ┡┢╪.〈.

He circulated the Book of Immortality, and the injuries on his body were healed immediately. He smiled slightly and said, "Young boy, do you have any other treasures to give to your grandfather?"

Xuanyuan Ziguang exploded like thunder, he didn't want to give treasures to Ling Han, but he didn't expect that the other party could sacrifice a strange stone bowl, which could easily break through his sword array, he was also based on the principle that he would rather destroy it than destroy it. The thought sent to Ling Han prompted the knife array to explode.

But even so, it failed to seriously injure Ling Han, and made him feel a strong sense of decadence.

Ling Han decided not to kill Xuanyuan Ziguang. This person's luck is against the sky, and treasures will be smashed when he goes out. Let him smash it a few more times, so that he can loot again in the future. It's like planting leeks. If you dig up the roots, you can only harvest once, but if you keep the roots, you can harvest batches after batches.

——If Xuanyuan Ziguang knew what Ling Han was thinking, how would he feel?

Wang Yiyun looked at the deserted people all over the ground, with a faint smile on her pretty face, but there was an evil look in her eyes. The good banquet was ruined by Ling Han and Xuanyuan Ziguang like this,

But Xuanyuan Ziguang is her own person, if she wants to hate, she can only hate Ling Han.

"Brother Ling, I just said that if you don't agree with my senior brother being the leader of the alliance, Yi Yun will fight on my behalf." She waved her sleeves, her demeanor was elegant, like an exile.

Ling Han looked at the other party, showing a smile, and said: "Do you also want to bet with me?"

"Just that stone bowl..(?. c〔o［m" Wang Yiyun pointed with a slender hand, "If I win, you can give me that stone bowl."

Ling Han thought for a while, and said: "Okay, then if you lose, you have to agree to my brother's marriage proposal." He pointed to Murong Qing.

"Bah, I don't want to marry this ugly girl." Murong Qing jumped up angrily, "Don't always make troubles about me!"

Ling Han laughed loudly, and said: "Oh, there's no way, my brother doesn't like you, so let's gamble with some precious golden elixir."

"Presumptuous!" Many young people roared angrily, daring to blaspheme the fairies in their hearts.

Wang Yiyun was extremely calm, and threw out a elixir casually, and said: "This is Danyang Fengmingcao, and it can be considered top-grade among seventh-order elixir, is it enough?"

"Reluctantly." Ling Han nodded, not to mention the seventh-level elixir, even the tenth-level magic medicine can't compare with the Huatian Bowl, but he is sure of winning, so let's earn less if he earns less.

Wang Yiyun said again: "However, since that stone bowl is a bet, please put Brother Ling aside, Yiyun is worried that Brother Ling won't admit it if he loses."

This woman... is so alert!

For Ling Han, the stone bowl is a powerful spiritual weapon. Before that, even Xuanyuan Ziguang's terrifying knife array was broken, but under Wang Yiyun's few words, it can't be used.

Sure enough, she is eloquent and thoughtful.

Ling Han laughed loudly, threw the stone bowl aside casually, and said: "You are very smart, but be careful, don't be smart and you will be misled by your smartness."

Wang Yiyun smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hands, there was an extra piano in front of him, which looked extremely ancient. There were many heavily armed soldiers engraved on the piano, fighting bloody battles, which seemed a bit out of place.

She sat in the air, her figure slowly rose, and said: "Brother Ling, please listen to me."

hum!

As soon as she moved her hands, the sound of the piano came out immediately, soft and beautiful, like the sound of nature.

Everyone was dazzled and dazzled. Wang Yiyun's outstanding appearance coupled with his piano skills really had the charm to fascinate thousands of people.

The sound of the piano resounded, and Ling Han's eyes were slightly dazed.

Want to shake his mind?

Ling Han immediately showed a sneer, he is so naive, he possesses a trace of divine consciousness in the heavenly realm, and even the mere infantile realm wants to confuse him?

Clang!

The sound of the piano suddenly changed, from the soft and beautiful before to chilling, as if ambushing on all sides, killing is about to start.

Buzzing buzzing, the heavily armed soldiers on the piano came out one after another with the fluttering sound of the piano, and stood one by one in the sky, a total of eighty-one soldiers, each of whom was a high-level spiritual infant The presence.

This piano is also a spiritual weapon, it can summon eighty-one powerful soul infants, which is amazing.

It's no wonder that Wang Yiyun planned to let Ling Han put the Huatian bowl aside, she was afraid that Baoqin would be restrained by the Huatian bowl.

Now, eighty-one high-level spirit infants appear, how can this be stopped? You must know that this is only summoned by a spiritual weapon, and you will not be afraid of death or injury. It can be said that it is the most loyal dead soldier just like the corpse soldier.

These warriors were fully armed, wearing extremely thick armor, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, veins glowing, and they killed Ling Han without hesitation.

Everyone felt a sense of suffocation. There were only thirty-six precious swords before, but now there are eighty-one warriors in the infantry state, which is even more unmatched!

On the contrary, Ling Han was not afraid, Xuanyuan Ziguang sacrificed thirty-six seventh-order spiritual weapons in one breath, but the eighty-one infantry warriors in front of him were only inspired by one treasure, and their power was incomparable.

He directly sacrificed the Demon Sky Sword, isn't it just a spiritual weapon, who is afraid of whom!

Hum, the veins on Motian Sword light up, one, two, three!

one extra.

Don't think it's just one more, this is a tenth-order spirit weapon, can it afford such a difference?

Immediately, endless power flowed, and Ling Han stood with his sword, like a great demon king, exuding an incomparably terrifying aura, completely suppressing the eighty-one infantry warriors.

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