Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, and after the first snow, there was also an induction. At this time, he still couldn't move, and he simply flew the sword out of the body.

Dragon gas swallowed, is nearing the end. Therefore, this second god, it is barely able to move, but time can not be too long.

Otherwise, the dragon will enter the body and infect the gods. Not too big or small, it is also a scourge.

Zeng Xuan holds the wing of the law and holds it up. When Jianguang folds, he rushes out of this small world. After the hilt, it is the ghost of the sacred soul.

Outside is a violent storm of time and space, and numerous cracks are flashing irregularly.

If you are not careful, you will be split into dozens of paragraphs.

Zong Shou followed the breath and walked over the air. Halfway through, thousands of swords are sprinkled, just like an indestructible wall, blocking the space.

At this time, his body and Su Xiaoxiaochu snow are still unable to move. The other side is not able to defend against one or two. And they are all naked, and they are not easy to meet people.

At this moment, a giant sword and a shadow, also slammed into the wall of the sword.

Yuan Yijian trembled a little, and in the sound of humming, thousands of swords and shadows stopped and gradually faded away.

Zong Shouyuan’s **** is violently retreating, and his eyes are scared. The power contained in the sword is called Shen Xiong.

There is no flesh, only confrontation with the power of the gods, it is completely at a disadvantage. Fortunately, there is Zeng Xuan holding the wing of the law, only in terms of strength, not too much,

Although a sword knocked him back, the glory of the master of the epee was also forcibly stopped by him.

It is a black armor with a knife-like face. A young man with a cold look like a rock.

At this point, the first thing was confused, and I looked at the Yuan Yijian in the hands of the eye.

Then I looked at Zong Shou, the small world debris.

The complex face, both with the meaning of anger, but also a few easy to break off after the break, more like seemingly at a loss.

After a while, the man’s eyes were restored to the Qingming.

"Where is my emperor?"

"My Emperor?"

Zong Shou glanced at the layer of black armor on this person and found this one early. In fact, it was not a stranger.

However, unlike the corpses in the tomb of Qin Huang, the life of this life is even more pure. There is not much power to coalesce.

After a little meditation, Zong Shou has slightly guessed the identity of this person.

"You are Li Xin?"

The black armor did not move, and did not answer the question. He continued to ask: "Where is the emperor? Is it life or death?"

"I don't know where he is!"

Zong Shou shook his head. The tomb of the Qin Emperor is not in the piece of the world. After the Xiaochan world burst, it was separated, so I don't know.

Otherwise, he would like to take the mouth of the Son of Heaven, as well as the mountains and rivers, and collect them.

This is also a rare treasure in the world, and the value is only inferior to the town of the country in his hands.

"As for life and death, it seems that Qin Huang is hard to resurrect."

Those who have been purified by the two squadrons for a long time have been cheaper. As for the beginning of Qin Long. Also inexplicably swallowed up by his Yuan Yijian.

At this time, the two ceremonies have been destroyed. Even if Qin Huang had more backhands, I was afraid that I could not return to heaven. In any case, it can no longer be reborn.

Then Li Xin looked at him with a sigh of anger: "All are waiting, invading my emperor. I hate to kill!"

The sword light swayed, just like a giant hammer, crossed the void and smashed it.

Zong Shou's face changed slightly. Yuan Yijian also broke out a million swordsmanship in an instant.

Like a blooming flower, layers are stacked. Within each sword flower, there are hidden black dots.

At the end of the infinite amount, the sword power that is constantly swallowed up, and constantly transformed, replaced with the power of Zong Shou.

It is not the ontology. Even if there is Zeng Xuan holding the wing of the law, it cannot enter the boundaries of the thirteen layers of supernatural power.

At this time, under this epee, it was suddenly forced to be struggling.

This sword of Li Xin does not have much tricks. It should be tempered from countless killings, simple and direct.

And its fundamental avenue is also the simple ‘light’ ‘heavy’ two gods.

The sword is waving, it seems to be awesome. Under the fall, it is as light as a feather, and it does not work. When it seems that the softness is powerless, it often has a huge force comparable to that of a big mountain.

Buddhism’s clear glass world of Osumi Miyama, the legend can only be lifted by the monks.

However, Li Xin, who has mastered the ‘heavy’ word, has already had the power to chase the sacred sage.

The light and heavy changes, in their hands, are already superb. Just a hundred and ten swords in the past have made Zong Shou depressed and vomiting blood. Even the body of the Yuanshen was almost unable to sustain.

Step by step, so that he figure, almost retreated to the time and space debris.

It was also a loud noise of ‘咚’, and the sword was once again forced to retreat.

That Yuan Yijian, once again unsuccessful, a full nine dragons, now on the blade, roaring and hovering.

The code is a dazzling eyebrow, with a cold and murderous meaning: "Your words, it is really interesting. If Qin Huang does not seek resurrection, I want to re-open the cloud world. How can I invade his mausoleum and disturb him?"

When he said this, he was stunned and his words were high-sounding. I was a little embarrassed in my heart. When it comes to stealing a tomb, he has had a bad track before. A whole Qin Emperor, he was in his hands.

No, according to later generations, it is archaeological.

Li Xin did not distinguish between true and false, but he did not want to argue with Zong Shou. He snorted: "What is the reason for you, you can kill! I want to delay the time!"

It is still a sword, and it is going to be cut across. The code is helpless, and the resistance is strong. This time, I have tried my best and I have not continued to retreat.

He talked to Li Xin, and he really wanted to delay the time, so that the first snow could temporarily get out of the way, protect the law for himself, and force Li Xin to retreat.

However, this wishful thinking is that it seems to be a success.

If the calculation is useless, then it can only be used against it. Only by this one sword and Zeng Xuan holding the wing, can match the corpse of this half-step strength to the front, is already the limit. If you want to defeat the enemy and force the other side to retreat, it will be difficult to do.

Zong Shouxin read the electricity and counted his own means.

Those sacred silver ants are still digesting the true spirits. In a short time, I can't get out.

Even if it can be matched, this method cannot reverse the situation.

The phantom mirror is useless to this person, and the sacred sword together with its own body is also being tempered.

At this time, the distance from the real gods of the Jin Dynasty is only a small one, and it cannot be used for the time being.

As for the three-page catalogue of Taishang's true story, no one at this time is useful, and it can cope with the situation at this time.

Zong Shouhui’s heart moved, and the mind was remotely sensed. Immediately, a jade, flying from the debris of time and space, came to his hands.

It is the town of Yuyu, which is not only the general pivot of the twelve towns, but also a king.

Yuan Yijian gathered all his martial arts and martial arts, and then the ambassador of the dynasty.

He was hand-printed on the left, and the epee sword of the sky was suddenly forcibly broken.

And just in Zong Shou, just a sigh of relief.

However, Li Xin, who was opposite, was amazed and looked at the town of China in his hands.

After half an hour, there was a struggle in the face. In the end, it turned out to be extremely helpless in front of Zongshou, kneeling down.

"Chen Li Xin, I have seen His Majesty! Before the minister lost the reckless, please forgive the rude!"

Zong Shou is also amazed, looking at Li Xin, and looked at the town of his hand in his hands. Vaguely guessing, this Li Xin suddenly is so abnormal, I am afraid that most of it is related to the things in his hand.

Is this town of the country, in addition to the twelve towns of the bronze people, it is able to suppress these corpses?

He guessed this way, but he still curiously asked: "Why do you call me a sire? I am not a Qin emperor, nor a Qinhuang bloodline. It has nothing to do with the beginning of Qin."

Li Xin’s face is expressionless: “This town’s country is the thing that I passed down to the country. Li Xin had vowed in the past, to play the role of Qin Huang and the master of this town. His Majesty swallowed me to the dragon, it can be said that I passed down from the Qin Dynasty. Li Xin is so voluntary, but helpless -"

The implication is that it is not the willingness to act for the sect. It was forced by its vows, and other factors, had to do so, no choice.

Zong Shou blinked and blinked for a long time, then laughed.

No matter what the reason, it is a very surprising thing to get such a strength comparable to Lin Xuanzang and even the transcendence of the Holy Order.

Not to mention the one in front of him, but also one of the best-known masters of the past 10,000 years, especially good at riding the army -

He will be a lot less, but they are still not alone. There is only one column missing, with the strength of the gods, barely able to take the shot.

If Li Xinru really wants to play for him, then it is a surprise.

For a time, Zong Shou did not know what to say. comfort? Still a few words?

The reason for this Li Xin’s surrender is still unclear. It is best to understand it so as not to repeat it.

Is there a body of a zombie, which appears in his Daganxian dynasty, is it appropriate?

The corpse needs to be dead and strong to maintain. Those subordinates, can accept such a 'dead person' for their colleagues?

Think about it~lightnovelpub.net~ Zong Shou suddenly moved in the heart, faintly asked: "Li Xin, do you want to resurrect, come back to life?"

Li Xin looked up and looked indifferently, without any temptation.

Let the dead people resurrect, even if they are the masters of creation thousands of years ago, they can't do it.

What's more, like him, it is already the body of the corpse, and the **** of the gods has already been assimilated by death.

Therefore, although Zong Shou is a temptation, he is not tempted.

Zong Shou is helpless. In fact, he himself is not sure. And even if it's done, it shouldn't last too long, but just try it, it's fine.

"If you believe in it, you have to resist -"

It was not his second god, but the body of Zong Shou in the empty pieces of the time.

A little black and white brilliance, stunned through the air. Li Xin’s subconscious desire to avoid the flash, then moved slightly.