Chapter 915 Practice for another 500 years!

Strong!

Shocked!

The third sword in the vision list has no trace. The most outstanding heir to Jianzong, but in the fight against each other, can not even pull the sword!

If this matter spreads out, it will cause an uproar!

There was some confusion in Nangong Ling's mind.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have been unthinkable that the sword without a trace would be defeated so thoroughly!

Normally, the sword without a trace cultivates the vision of Wanjian's return to school, and is recognized by Kendo. Any sword repair in front of him must be suppressed!

But this battle seems to be just the opposite.

The sword disappeared in front of the uncle, like a child, and his face was covered by a split head, and even the sword could not be pulled out!

"Good physicality, good melee!"

Wu Tianyu murmured at the two people fighting on the long street.

On the long street, the sword disappeared continuously, and his face had lost the original pride. Instead, he was panicked.

No fight back!

"Swordless disappeared?"

Many monks watched this scene incredibly.

Although the vision list is a ranking of Jin Dan's real strength, after entering the Yuanying Realm, it is not surprising that the monks who can be on the list will not be too weak!

Everyone did not expect that the third sword in the vision list had no trace and was defeated by a little-known monk!

Moreover, as a sword repair, from beginning to end, no sword has been issued!

This is really a shame for Jian Xiu!

"The thief is arrogant!"

"Save Brother!"

A dozen Jianzong monks stood by and watched the battle. When they saw that the sword had disappeared to such an extent, they could no longer care a lot and shot!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The swords are dazzling, the swords are full of strength and strength, forming an impenetrable sword net, covering Su Zimo!

"What are you doing, shameless, to bully more!"

If Xuan could not bear it, she shouted immediately.

Nangong Ling and Liu Hanyan didn't say a word. They sacrificed the magic weapon for the first time, and decided to use it to help Su Zimo.

Cangjie!

At this moment, the sound of the sharp sword's sheath rang through the world!

An astonishing sword light, appeared on the long street, white and bright, dazzling, traversing the void!

The long sword behind Sword No Trace was pulled out!

This long sword is slender and sharp, and the cold is intimidating. The sword's body is dazzled with six lines, which is extremely dazzling.

The vision list is the third, and he is also the descendant of Jianzong, it is normal to have the innate true monarch weapon!

This magic sword is not small, it is called Jinghong Magic Sword, but it is the innate magic weapon with no trace of the sword, and it is also the third reward in his vision list!

Group repairs moving capacity.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, this sword still came out of the sheath!

Everyone knows that Jian Xiu is holding a long sword with his bare hands, and he is a monk on two levels!

"If the sword has no trace and the sword is in hand, that blue-shirted man is dangerous."

"Well, the sword has no trace, and the sword is sharp. If you get the true biography of Jianzong, if ... uh? No!"

The man stared at his eyes and suddenly couldn't talk anymore.

Many monks also found abnormalities.

Nangong Ling Ning looked intently, and couldn't help shaking his mind, and an incredible color appeared in his eyes!

Jing Hong's sword is not in the hands of the sword.

And in the hands of the little master!

It wasn't the sword that disappeared, but Su Zimo who pulled the Jinghong magic sword!

Not only will you hit your sword, but you will also take your sword!

At this moment, the sword air net released by the dozen or so sword fighters of Jianzong has descended, the bitter cold, as if cutting the void into pieces!

Su Zimo held Jinghong's long sword in his hand, and Chang Xiao uttered a backhand.

Rumble!

This sword cut out the roar of the tide!

With his sword, Su Zimo cut out the astounding mood in Dinghai Volume!

The mid-air mana is turbulent, and the sword is bright, as if it turned into a stormy sea, and slammed into the sword net!

In a moment, an illusion occurred in the hearts of more than a dozen Jianxiu, and they seemed to be plunged into the stormy sea of ​​anger, and they would be drowned at any time!

It's not just them.

Even the monks on the sidelines seemed to feel like they were in the waves, shaking and turning!

In the deep and turbulent ocean, every monk felt very small.

This is the power of real world!

Wu Tianyu closed her eyes quickly, kept calming her mind, and condensed the Yuanshen. This feeling gradually dissipated.

"What a strong sword!"

The monk Feiyumen next to him was startled and pale.

Wu Tianyu opened her eyes slowly, frowned slightly, looked strange, and murmured, "Is the sword ..."

For some reason, he always felt that the sword was a bit weird. It seemed that there was less sharp edge of Kendo, but it was more heavy!

Tinkerbell!

On the battlefield, a series of Jin Ge fighting sounded!

The sword net is broken!

All Jianguang collapsed in an instant, and heaven and earth regained peace.

Nangong Ling and Liu Hanyan stopped and quietly dispersed their fingertips.

Because it is no longer needed.

It's just a sword.

A dozen sword repairs fell not far away, their faces were bleak, the swords in their hands broke, and the sword tips scattered all over the place.

In some sword repairs, the tiger's mouth was shattered and blood flowed across it. The long sword couldn't hold it and was thrown aside.

The ranks of these swords are not low.

Either a top-quality real monarch or a top-quality real monarch.

But now, they are all scrapped and turned into a pile of broken copper!

The whole process seems simple, just a sword.

However, it is Su Zimo's powerful physical strength, combined with the innate shocking magic sword, and the powerful outbreak of the sword, to achieve this effect!

On the long street, there was only that tall figure standing tall, his black hair fluttering, his blue shirt fluttering, holding a sword, his expression was indifferent.

Su Zimo raised the sword in his hand and flicked his finger.

The sword trembled, and the sound of a humming sword humming sounded louder and clearer.

"Good sword."

Su Zimo sighed and said without a doubt: "It's my turn."

With that said, he had already stowed the Jinghong Sword into a storage bag, and walked out of the city.

The three of Nangong Ling stunned a little and quickly followed.

This time, in Fengyun City, no one dared to stop Su Zimo's way!

The sword looked unwilling, looking at Su Zimo's back, and gritted his teeth: "Do you dare to return the Jinghong Sword to me, we will fight again! As long as I have a sword in my hand, I ..."

Before the sword disappeared, the clothes on his body suddenly exploded, turning into pieces of rags and scattered all over the place.

hiss!

The next moment, Qun Xiu was in an uproar and there was a restlessness!

"What!"

Sword looked around without a trace, and found that all the monks were staring at him with complex eyes, shocked, shocked, merciful, and mocked ...

"What are you looking at!"

The sword disappeared and roared again, his eyes were red, and his expression was already a little embarrassed.

"Brother, you, your chest ..."

A monk Jianzong trembled, pointing to the chest of the sword without a trace, looking inexplicable.

Sword no trace looked down.

I do n’t know when, his chest was torn by something, dripping with blood, with five words written on it-practice for another 500 years!

Sword without trace only felt cold all over the body, cold hands and feet.

These five words must be in the fight between the two. The man in the blue shirt wrote it down on his chest!

This means that if the man in the blue shirt wants to kill him, he will die many times!

But these five words are even more uncomfortable than killing him!

Heart to heart!

"puff!"

In front of the eyes, Sword No Trace was hit by such blows, angered, opened his mouth and spit out blood, and passed out on the spot.

This Valentine's Day, it is estimated that many Taoist friends have gone on holiday. The remaining single Wang should not cry. The old sword will accompany you, and it will be our single Wang's birthday. . .

(End of this chapter)