Chapter 951 Capture the Sword, Fight Back!

The spirits of the cold, the fat man and others became tense.

After all, they haven't seen it for 100 years, and they don't know exactly where Su Zimo's combat power has come.

Gently looking at the Jinghong magic sword in his hand, he suddenly regretted it.

Just now, if he returned this innate monarch to Su Zimo, he might also play a role in this crisis.

Today, Su Zimo is standing still, bare-handed.

The long sword with no trace of the sword has already pierced his throat!

Below this distance, even if Su Zimo wanted to sacrifice a magic weapon from the storage bag, it was too late!

Not to mention, Ye Tiancheng's eight maids have also been rounded up, blocking all his escape routes!

"Arrogant, I see where you can hide!"

Ye Jiu's eyes were cold, and he resented.

Sword of no trace, there was a touch of joy.

He seemed to be able to see, the next moment, Su Zimo's throat was pierced by his sword!

"Hahahaha!"

Su Zimo suddenly laughed from the sky, full of vitality, loud laughter, deafening!

Sword no frown slightly.

He suddenly noticed that even in the face of such siege, Su Zimo's eyes were not a little flustered, but full of mockery!

Then, just listening to Su Zimo's faint saying, "I can take your sword once, and I can take the second!"

He is an eternal evil!

Facing such an offensive, I didn't want to hide at all!

It's not necessary!

The words didn't fall, Su Zimo suddenly shot, the whole arm was soft, and he threw it out, like the proboscis of an ancient idol, and put it on the thorned sword!

One roll and one shock!

"what!"

Sword exclaimed exclaimed.

He felt a terrifying force, twisted and shivering, and suddenly erupted.

The palm of his hand couldn't hold the sword at all!

The sword trembled, the tiger's mouth was torn, and the muscles on the arm were seeping a blood stain, and the blood was dripping!

Among the flashes of light, the sword flew away, and Su Zimo took it away!

No one can see clearly what happened when the two played against each other.

Even the sword disappeared without knowing it.

Everyone just knew that in a blink of an eye, the sword had changed hands!

No one can experience the fear in the sword at this time!

His long sword today, although it is not a congenital true magic weapon, is also a perfect weapon. It is extremely sharp and cuts iron like mud!

He is unimaginable. In the same class, someone could punch his bare sword with his bare hands!

This means, such a powerful physical body, has exceeded his perception!

At this moment, there is only one thought left in Sword's missing head.

"escape!"

The sword disappeared without a long sword, without hesitation, immediately pulled back.

Immediately after, he felt a terrible breath that made his scalp explode!

I saw Su Zimo's left hand vacated, **** together, condensed out the sword fingers, understatement, gently chopped in his direction!

laugh!

A sword qi burst from Su Zimo's fingertips, white and dazzling!

Suddenly, the world shook and the situation changed!

Damn sword trick!

Capture the sword and counterattack almost at the same time!

Not to mention the disappearance of the sword, even the monks in the entire Tongxuan courtyard felt a heartbreaking murderous power, exuding a deep chill!

hiss!

Qun Xiu took a breath of air.

What a terrifying sword spirit!

Except for Jianzong, is there such a terrible sword tactic on the continent?

"I see! Tianyi tutorial Peng, was just abandoned by this sword!"

Someone exclaimed.

Pang Lan Dao Jun originally had the idea of ​​watching a movie, but after this sword burst into anger, his back turned into a slight coolness!

Subconsciously, Pang Lan Daojun sat in distress and looked dignified.

Lan Yuedao Jun's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed gradually.

She is a prince of law, and she ’s cultivated to a level far beyond everyone, and she feels more real!

This Mo Ling obviously has not yet exerted the true power of this sword spirit, but even so, this sword spirit is enough to cut everything!

Fang Caijian's missing sword, compared with this sword, is overshadowed, just like a child swinging a sword at random.

The monk beside him still felt a trembling heart.

It is conceivable that Sword disappeared at this time!

He seemed to smell the breath of death!

The sword disappeared, and the pupils contracted violently. Both hands continued to change magic methods, and the mana surged. Between the two palms, a huge mana sword was gathered!

"Cut me!"

The sword roared without a trace, wielded the mana sword, and severely cut at the oncoming sword!

Huh!

A soft noise.

Almost unheard of.

The mana sword in Sword No Trace was chopped into two parts by the white and weak sword gas, and instantly broke up!

And this sword gas, there was almost no pause, the straight sword had no trace of chest!

Jianzong magic, in front of this sword Qi, there is no resistance!

The sword looked emaciated, the blue tendons on his neck were exposed, and his eyes were full of resentment.

This sword gas may not kill him, but when the sword gas enters the body, it will inevitably destroy his physical body!

He has never seen such a terrifying sword spirit, even in Jianzong!

"I'm not willing!"

Sword erupted with a final roar.

suddenly!

Just when Jian Wuzhen had given up, a huge pull came from his arm, dragging him back directly!

The sword fluttered without a trace, and fell to the front of the sword.

As his eyes turned, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

"Brother!"

The spirit of the sword disappeared.

As he was hanging on the line, Hang Qiuyu stood up!

"Brother, help me kill him!"

Shouted the sword without gritting.

Hang Qiuyu didn't speak.

He was speechless!

Standing in front of this sword, Hang Qiuyu felt this fear.

Before he knew it, there was a sweat on his face!

Hum!

Hang Qiuyu Sword!

A stunning sword light emerged!

Six magic patterns, congenial innocent magic weapon!

When Jianguang passed, the whole vitality of the void seemed to be taken away by this sword!

No raw sword trick!

This sword tactic is the ancestor of the ancestors of the sword, and it is amazingly powerful through one of the three great sword tactics of ancient times.

Huh!

The sword qi collided with the blade!

Endless murderousness pervades!

The void at the collision seems to be cut into pieces!

Hang Qiuyu was shocked, and he stepped back three steps.

With each step, the soles of the feet are deeply sunk in the ground, leaving a clear footprint!

The terrifying sword spirit finally dissipated.

But Hang Qiuyu's arm holding the sword was still trembling slightly, it was difficult to contain!

With the innate weapon and the swordless sword, a sword broke out, but he barely resisted the sword's qi!

What is the origin of this sword!

What made Qiuyu even more frightened was not this sword spirit.

It is the one who releases this sword energy!

The Mo Ling released the sword's qi, turned around, and met the eight maids of Ye Tiancheng, and never looked back.

Did not even look at them.

No one can match this confidence!

And what really makes Hang Qiuyu's heart sink into the abyss is this person's identity!

(End of this chapter)