The sawdust flew, and it was a sword, and it was broken under the sword light of Zongshou. The crowds under the Mingjian stage are also a ‘嗡’, and there are many discussions. As if the excitement accumulated before, it broke out at this time.

There are not many Ling Yunzong disciples who walked out of the Taoist palace, only a hundred. But all of them are full of strange colors, and the look is uncertain.

"Where is this person on the platform? What is the way to come? My little Luo Tianjian array, who has been through the four hundred years in the past, is very few. So he was broken?"

"Of course, from the beginning to the end, it is the basic swordsmanship used. Is this the so-called return to the truth?"

"It's not just swordsmanship, it's even the pace!"

"A child who is only thirteen years old and has just learned martial arts, what can he return? What is the truth? Just this one, this set of swordsmanship has been trained to be superb. I am the master of the division, and it is really good. Even if it is a superficial martial arts, if you master the ultimate, you can have unpredictable power-"

At the gate of the palace, two young men and women are also a look of wood.

When Zong Shou stepped into the trap of Ronaldinho's swords, even if they were self-proclaimed, they would die for themselves. This victory and defeat is already identifiable.

Then only after a short break, the teenager on the stage has completely turned over. When it is most impossible, the sword will be broken in one fell swoop.

"This sect, it can be so handsome!"

After a long time, when the girl returned to God, it was like a flowery red cheek: "My song has lived for 14 years, and it is the first time to be tempted. If it is not this guy, it is from the Zongshi, saying Maybe there is a plan to marry him. Flying white, he is really better than you -"

"Although it is basic in swordsmanship, it has been thoroughly studied in kendo!"

The young boy is slightly decapitated and does not refute. Between words, I am full of admiration, no one is dissatisfied: "At least for now, I am not as good as him! But within ten years, the only thing in the east is Yunlu, it is still me, not him!"

The song has a slight rhyme, even if you witness the same age, with a sword, almost unscathed, breaking the small Luo Tianjian array. This childhood, but still no one is shaking, and between words, it is also confident and terrible.

Then the girl is laughing again. If the heart is this guard, it is not the body of the two veins, but like them, but I don’t know what will happen in the future?

correct! There is also the opposite person, and the present look is mostly interesting.

Standing in front of the first major hall, Liang Miaozi was pale and like a paper. Looking at the unusually strong figure, like an arrow-like sight, I could not wait to wear this boy.

At the time of the first smashing, he gave birth to regret. At this time, I can't wait to tear the person completely!

What is this waste? Where is the **** that can be used by him? This exquisite swordsmanship, how many people have been able to do this age at this age?

The face was slightly bluish, and Liang Miaozi could already feel that there were a few words, if there were some mercy and the sight of gloating, it was coming from afar. And deep inside the chest, it seems to be a dull pain.

The long sword slashed and cut a pair of swords and legs. Then, like the electric phoenix, after returning to the sword, another 傀儡 placed the ‘heart’ part of the animal crystal, and thoroughly penetrated. Zong Shou is the step of flashing, extremely careful, and removed the original position.

At the moment, at his feet, he has been covered with various skeleton parts. Not only did it stop these not many Wisdom, but it also restricted his movement.

There is a slight panting in the mouth, and the constant conflicting veins in the body seem to be blasting at any time. The spirit of Zong Shou is even more vigorous.

After the first sword, every time a sword was killed, there was an icy and fierce breath that poured into him.

Every time, his body was restored a little. His current physical strength is still beyond imagination. There was no expectation that the physical strength was exhausted and the situation was weak.

It also made him completely ignorant of the heart, and could not hear the noises below.

All honors and disgrace, all calculations, have been thrown away. In the eyes, only the sword in the hand, only the eyes in front of them.

On the foot of Kun, it was on Wednesday, and on the occasion of the encirclement, Zong Shoulian retired several steps. Then he slammed his strength and made a high-speed recoil. With only one sword, he would completely penetrate the neck of the two men who could not respond!

The slash light band, the two fragile necks were completely cut off, and then a 叮 的 鸣 , , , , , , 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 The unspeakable sword power made Zong Shouli take a step back. Feet squatting, almost falling.

Regardless of strength or tenacity, the wooden man who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Xuanwu Zong, just a sword, makes him tumultuous and unable to bear.

It was only at this time that Zong Shou’s eyes, but the gloss did not weaken half of the points, but it was even more embarrassing.

The forty-fourth of the basic swordsmanship - the outer sword!

"The eighteenth, hehe!"

The blue-colored pine-sworded sword, suddenly drawn a sword circle, a soft force, the sturdy sword, subtly along.

Then the blue sword shadow, as if the poisonous snake spit, a sudden thorn, will be completely worn through this sword!

When Zong Shou looked around again, it was a mess to see this one. Nothing else, you can raise your sword.

The ground is full of broken wood, the small Luo Tianjian array, eighteen swords, have disappeared.

After a long while, Zong Shoucai withdrew from the turbulent state of mind, and consciousness gradually became clear.

Then I saw Lin Fei on the stage, and there was countless double sights under the Mingjian stage. I was looking forward to it~lightnovelpub.net~ I couldn't believe it, I was amazed and mixed.

Zong Shou was stunned again, and the next moment was a cold glimpse.

"Three hundred and forty-three interest, this is Lingyun Zong's Xiao Luo Tianjian array? And that's it -"

In just a few sentences, the Lingyun sects underneath were slightly angry. But after a sudden moment, it was a moment of silence.

When one hundred and forty-three breaks, when the three hundred and forty-three interest rate, the eighteen weapons of their own strength, the already good swords, are smashed one by one.

Such a person is indeed qualified and says "but it is only" -

Except for the handsome and surprisingly young boy on the Mingjian stage, no one else has this qualification.

In the minds of many people, even the thought of the Xiaoluojian array left by Lingyun’s founder is simply a hero in the world. There is absolutely no one in the world who can break this battle without using the insider.

Today, however, it is the eyes of the miracle.

Some people who know the cause and effect are blushing. It can only be dumb, and there is no such thing as a rebuttal.

Huang Wei, who stood in Liang Miaozi, even sighed secretly. My own teacher, the teacher is doing too much, so humiliating, and no wonder others, will say this.

The pine-sworded sword in the hands of Zongshou has been wounded, and the ridge of the sword is slightly cracked. It is then thrown in the center of the Mingjiantai. Then I looked at the left side, the same size stone platform.

Not too hesitant, he has already walked down from the Mingjiantai and went straight to the opposite side.

At the time of the pace, there was no ambiguity. But those Ling Yunzong disciples and many teenagers, but subconsciously stood up on both sides, let a road, Ren Zongshou went to the Tianfutai.