Is this a combination of Lingwu? Wei Xu was slightly horrified, and the heart lost the rhythm of the beat, flickering. Incomparably focused, carefully sensing the part of the infuriating force that he was borrowed. Actually, I have not yet touched the body of Zong Shou. It has been one and the same, a thorough integration.

If you say this part, it is because he has already achieved the spiritual law and martial arts in one furnace, and Zong Shou can easily do it.

Then the sect guards the body, all the powers are in harmony with each other, but the difference is that it is about to be completely melted into a sign!

There is no half-point conflict, and there is no half-discrimination. No matter what aspect of performance, it is in line with the standard concept in his heart.

Hún force and the infuriating mixed, but also make Zong Shou's strength, suddenly increased a full number of times! One is really a mixture of spirits and martial arts!

Wei Xu once again slammed, and even the mountain below, almost forgot to maintain. It was not until the feeling of shaking under my feet that I woke up. Just stepping forward slightly, the whole mountain is fixed again.

"So, this time, I made a big profit this time?"

Thinking of the person who gave up the sword, Wei Xu did not have any gloating thoughts. He is now with that person, in fact, it is also half a catty.

He Wei Xu actually left the eyes, really eye-open! 14 years old, congenital two veins, night travel realm, kendo psychic. Be sure to add a word in the back! What is this monster? Could it be God bless the demon? Don't make it alive?

After a moment of meditation, Wei Xu can only make a slight sigh: "Shi Niang, you are blessed in the Spirit of Heaven. How can I also find you a top-notch inherited disciple, you can be blessed in the future, I will not be Wei Xu A brother, you have a meal."

At the center of the mountain, there was another bang. The old man in black is to be scattered, and the whole person is completely smashed into the ground.

The seventh sword! Eighth sword! The ninth sword! The tenth sword!

Just like playing iron, with the habit of xìng, a sword has been knocked down and there is no change.

The old man in black is sè gold purple, let him evade and move, how to resist.

But still can't avoid it, can't stop this sword. The **** kid above is every time. Spirituality is infuriating. It is even more harmonious, and the strength of the sword is naturally increased.

The faint feeling that the true strength of this son should not be right before the realm of heaven. I don't know if he is manipulating this power beyond the limit of dozens of times in the realm of the wheel, how has the body not collapsed?

Then suddenly I was shocked, why did this mountain have not collapsed? Where is this shoud from, and borrowed such amazing power?

There was a coldness in consciousness, but at the moment it was a little more shocking. Nearly all the spiritual senses were concentrated on the place where Wei Xu was established.

Then the next moment, then desperate. Dive directly into the depths of the ground and rush into the distance.

"Want to escape?"

Zong Shouqi walked into the air, screaming at the drunken scorpion, and saw the old man in black, suddenly disappeared into the pit. Suddenly angry: "I am not addicted, not allowed to escape!"

Another sword is swung down, and the swordsman is fully displayed, and it is close to a thousand feet. The Thunder Dragon Snake was suddenly more uplifted, and the body that was originally a hundred feet long was actually in the middle of it. Exploding ten times! Fierce and arrogant!

A sword swayed and directly entered the mountain. Just as the sharp edge cut into the tofu mud, it is easy and easy to get on top of this mountain. Leave a sword mark that is hundreds of feet deep, and the smoke is filled.

The whole Xuanshan is shaking again. Everyone in the ruins of the Iron Temple is frightened. The fear of this mountain will collapse immediately.

The next moment, it is ‘oh’, a resound. It is like thousands of flaming symbols, exploding within the mountain.

Tens of miles round, all are shaking,

In the ears of the people, they also heard a vague sigh. The battle at the moment is beyond the horizons of everyone.

Only a few people who are sensitive and sensitive can feel a disorderly atmosphere and drill from the other side of Xuanshan. It seems that it is not a problem.

In the air, but still refused to give up. It seems as if I knew how the old man in black would react, his eyes were red, and in that direction, he swooped down again.

There is a rush of war. The whole consciousness is completely messed up. Can be a strong battle with a strong enemy; according to their own reasons for the sake of their own, and suffered sinful anger: their own deliberately under the enemy's regret, are mixed in one place.

In his mind, his thoughts are unique. Sword, and then swing the sword! Until you can't wave!

Even if you know yourself, the gap with this strong martial artist is too big to make up, and the whole body is on the verge of collapse, and it still has to fight!

When the twelfth sword was swung, the entire skyline of this Xuanshan City was copied into two halves!

In the end, in his consciousness, he still does not want to hurt the people in the Xuanshan City below, the angle control, slightly offset.

Then there is ‘铿, one, no side. The figure of the old man in black was directly hit by the scope of Xuanshan City, and the flight plunged back to dozens of miles.

The figure of Zong Shou is still in the shadow, chasing away and wearing the wall. Wei Xu saw that he was shaking his head slightly, and he hurriedly stepped into the air and followed closely. I only feel that Zong Shou is from him, and the enthusiasm of borrowing and using it is increasing.

"I thought that his swordsmanship became more and more crude. Now it seems that it is deliberate. If the power is borrowed, it will be more difficult to manipulate. Is it better to win with speed? It is similar to the path of the master. It’s just that the younger brother’s body is really worrying. This realm is still too weak one by one”

Wrinkle brows, Wei Xu emptied a character in the air. A ray of light, with the inexhaustible inexhaustible force, quietly flowed into the body of Zong Shou.

Zong Shou is totally unaware, the thirteenth sword! The fourteenth sword!

Large areas of wheat outside the city have been razed. The sand is flying, and the swords are shining in the night sky.

The old man in black, originally wanted to escape, and did not want to fight back. However, every time he took out a few miles, he was interrupted by Jianguang who was chased after him. He was forced to stop fighting.

Not far away, the Confucian youth who made him unable to see the truth, but always look calm, followed by two hundred feet. The inexplicable sè in the eyes is even more confusing.

In the end, I was impatient. The old man simply turned back. The face was green and hidden. He said: "You have to take a shot. I think you are going to die! Really can't I kill you?"

The voice did not fall, and the whole person, together with the sword, suddenly returned, and it was already in front of the body. The combination of the body and the sword, the speed of walking through, almost ignores the distance between the law of heaven and earth, almost the same.

Zong Shouxin was also suddenly alarming, and the danger was reached to the extreme. The feeling of being close to death was suddenly delayed in my heart.

Fast, really fast! "This sword" is almost beyond his reaction! You will die, and it will be a broken head!

The tip of the sword is already close at hand. Just one more instant, you can take away his life.

At the moment, Zong Shou has not even raised the idea of ​​resistance. In his heart, he almost completely freezes despair and prepares to die. A strong unwillingness, and in the mind of the ambiguous mind, once again vacated.

who are you? You are the sword emperor talking about autumn! A lifetime of virtual reality, nine hundred and seventy-seven battles, only in the first half of life. When I first learned the Kendo, I lost 19 games!

Since then, invincible, no defeat! This is the person in the cloud world, regarded as the king of the sword.

How can you be here today, lost in the hands of such an unnamed old man?

Are you not strong enough to be strong? How can you give up this little scene?

This sword is fierce and what, no war, no effort, and how do you know the final victory?

The near desperate look suddenly sharpened. Zong Shou's body week, suddenly a group of purple Lei dance.

On the Lei Yijian, the already wilting Lei Yi Yang snake, once again began to wriggle and struggle to dance.

The gushing **** dàng sword gas also extends straight to 999 feet!

Although he is certainly not good, although this sword may be the last sword. He is sure to swing! Even if you die in the next moment, you must go all out.

The swordsman has no fear, and he can't wave his sword. What is the sword king! What qualifications are there, and the ultimate in kendo.

Zong Shou’s body week seems to have emerged as an illusory figure. In the past, in the game of the Emperor, the sword king who was invincible and invincible!

"The epee has no front, it doesn't work, hey!"

Regardless of the magical sunflower sword that is close at hand, a sword smashes out, and the sounds of the whole world are as small as ever. Only the sharp scream of the swordsman, and the muffled sound of the thunder.

When the sword came out, he had a great life, so this sword was the same, and the enemy died! Put yourself to death and live!

The pupil of the black man has already shrunk to the extreme. At the last moment, I slammed the sword ~lightnovelpub.net~ back to the front.

When the two swords are smashed, it is unexpectedly silent. Only a burst of invisible b-patterns spread across the tens of miles.

The soil is turned into dust and the wheat straw is crushed.

Even the majestic walls that are dozens of miles away are missing. The wall of the whole integer is destroyed by this ruin and thoroughly crushed. Only a thin layer left, without hurting the houses in the back.

The two-finger sword in the hands of the old man in black is completely turned into powder after the number of interest, scattered with the wind, and scattered around.

In the eyebrows, there is also a blood mark. It’s a horror, looking at the top. There was a thin figure that was also full of scars, and his anger was squinting and fixed in the void.

The face is distorted, he is simply unacceptable, this boy who has been fighting with him for more than a moment, actually only has the innate two. In the realm of the real wheel, he will be forced to do so in this round of Wu Zun!

Just a sword, he almost can't take it! Almost worse, I am killed here! (To be continued)! .