"Sword Nine."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were sharp and he did his best to display a sword.

The dazzling sword light and fire light burst out, and the destruction of Qi was pervasive, and everything seemed to be destroyed.

If it wasn't inside the sword mound, I'm afraid that tens of thousands of miles will sink due to the collision.

At the sacred level of battle, the stars can fall at every turn.

For any big world, the outbreak of fighting between the great saints will be a catastrophe.

Countless fires of purgatory splash, falling from the sky, turning into a hot fire and rain, melting everything.

"How's it going?"

Xiang Chunan and others all set their sights on Zhang Ruochen and wanted to know the specific situation.

Zhang Ruochen was still in shape, holding a monstrous sword and staring at the Blood Slaughter God. His sleeves were absent and he was burned to ashes by the fire of purgatory.

On the other side, the God of Blood Tu's face was iron blue, and a strand of hair fell, but it was chopped by the sword.

On the surface, he has some advantages, but he is not satisfied at all. The presence of ants in his eyes can actually cut his hair. If it is closer, can he be hurt?

"嘭."

The raging fire of purgatory emerged from the Blood Slaughter God Son, filling the sky.

The strand of chopped hair burned and instantly turned into ashes.

The Infernal Purgatory Tower vibrated violently, countless mysterious inscriptions emerged, dazzled with faint light, and faintly filled with divine power.

If you are outside the realm, I am afraid that stars have already fallen.

"His."

Anyone who is in Jianzuo can't help shivering at this moment, feeling scalp tingling.

Wu Mingming had no wind, but everyone felt a breeze blowing by, with a strong **** breath, and it seemed that a purgatory was about to come to earth.

According to legend, there is a purgatory world in the Infernal Purgatory Tower. Even if it is a god, it can be suppressed and refined by life.

In fact, it did suppress a **** before, so only a little divine power remained.

I am able to sacrifice God's supreme sacred object. Each piece has incredible power, and it is difficult to find a few pieces in many worlds.

Zhang Ruochen was dignified, and did his best to borrow strength from the sixteen ancestors, while mobilizing the laws of truth.

Although Jian Tzu will suppress the truth, it can still play a role, even if the value doubles the power, it is of great significance.

The blow of the God of Blood Slaughter is a trivial matter. He must go all out, or he will suffer a great deal.

"Zhen Yi Thunder Fire Sword Technique" is performed, and the sky and the earth are filled with thunder and fire everywhere.

剑 This sword skill fits Zhang Ruochen very well. First, Zhang Ruochen cultivates his mental powers and is best at thunder spells; secondly, Zhang Ruochen has mastered the annihilation of the magical fire, and he has reached the level of Chen flame.

Coupled with his own amazing talent in Kendo, practicing "True Thunder Thunder Sword Technique" is a breeze, and he has thoroughly understood the essence of it.

Fortunately, Xun also possessed a strong net extermination fire that he possessed, so that he could have strong immunity to the fire of purgatory.

"Boom."

碰撞 The collision of the two strong forces made the entire sword mound shake violently.

Alas, Zhang Ruochen stepped back a few miles back, dissolving all the impact.

The flames of the Infernal Purgatory Tower spattered, part of the inscriptions dimmed, and the power emitted was obviously weakened.

The blood of the God of Blood Tutu was even more ugly. He thought he could easily clean up Zhang Ruochen, but the situation is somewhat unexpected.

"Look at the Son of God, how many rounds will you be able to hold in my hands with the power of those ghosts?" The God of Blood Slaughter snorted and launched his attack again.

Even if the external force is strong, it cannot be sustained. As long as he continues to attack, Zhang Ruochen will soon defeat.

"You're strong, but it's impossible to defeat me at Kenzuka."

Zhang Ruochen held the towering sword horizontally, and played the dust on his body. Then, a sword field formed by the condensing of thousands of sword puppets appeared automatically.

In the distance, dense blood mist poured into the sword mound, and a strong breath of undead blood appeared.

Jiumu Tianwang held his arms in front of his chest and snorted coldly: "It's useless to say that he encountered Zhang Ruochen, an intractable opponent, and he hasn't been fighting for a long time."

Xia Wenxin's long hair fluttered, looking at the distant battlefield with a smile, and said, "Whether it's blood slaughter or Zhang Ruochen, the sixteen swordsman ghosts, have the power to fight against the great saint. This battle , Let's not get involved in it as well. "

It is not so easy to bear the blow of Da Sheng.

At this time, breaking into the war circle of the two of them is no different from being hit by two holy sages at the same time, it will only be a dead end.

He looks like a tower-like goddess Wangqiu, saying: "If Zhang Ruochen can be distracted, maybe Blood Slaughter can win faster."

Yi Xia asked her heart, glanced at Leopard, Ji Fanxin and others, and said, "Since so, you choose an opponent!"

"I'll come first."

The King of Nine Eyes blew up a stomach, and had long wanted to turn the world upside down.

The flesh wings on the back of the urn, spread out like two huge clouds of blood, flew into the air, the palm of the right hand stretched forward, and a light beam with a diameter of three feet was flying out of the palm of the eye.

Zhuan Guangzhu has not yet arrived, and the mighty wind force has surged, making Leopard Lie, Ji Fanxin and others flying in the sand.

"Roar."

The leopard yelled a roar and made a fist mark with all its strength.

The fist seal is transformed into a nebula leopard, which is huge and lifelike. Wherever you go, a large area of ​​starlight is sprinkled.

"Boom."

The two hit each other, and the powerful force shook the world.

Volcanoes collapsed in the vicinity of the urn, and magma gushed from the ground, which turned hundreds of miles into red.

The next moment, King Jiumu reached the sky above Baolielie, laughing, and a beam of light flew out of his eyes.

Ji Jifan took out a piece of crystal clear purple petals and pinched it in his palm. He said, "You dare to break into this place, you are too proud of Jiumu Heavenly King."

"Wow"

The purple petals flew out, divided into two, divided into four, divided into eight ... Finally, it turned into a sky of rain.

This is not a general flower rain, but a mental attack.

When a cricket is hit by any petal, the spirit and the holy spirit are traumatized.

However, Huayu has not yet fallen on the king of nine eyes, but was attracted by the power of breath, turned into a torrent, and flew over.

His blood fluttered, and Xia Wen, who was handsome and energetic, used a bamboo slip to collect all the petals.

"The famous flower fairy is really beautiful." Xia Wenxin stared at Ji Fan's heart with an expression of appreciation.

小心 "Be careful, even the Immortal suffers in her hands, the roses have thorns, and they hurt her hands carefully." Nine-eyed King talked while fighting Leopard fiercely.

The next moment, Xia Wenxin and Ji Fanxin shot at the same time. The speed of the two was extremely fast, and they disappeared in front of everyone.

Led by Goddess Wangqiu, several other emperors and daughters, and the army of undead blood, siege to Xiang Chunan and others.

"Wow."

The magical young man struck out seven planets of the constellation of God, arranged in seven different directions, and a large number of array inscriptions appeared on the surface of the planet, forming a large array of nine products.

With the help of Jiu Pin Da Zhen and Xiang Chunan, Da Sikong, Er Sikong and others, he barely resisted Wangqiu and his son.

Now, only Shi Qiankun has not participated in the battle. He looked far away and saw an undead blood race running towards the cold volcano.

不好 "No, the cold volcano is where Zhang Ruochen condenses the path for the ancient sword of Shen Yuan. Never let the ancient sword of Shen Yuan fall into the hands of the undead blood."

Yun Shi Qiankun took out a charm and put it on his chest. Then his whole body was shrouded in white light, and he flew out quickly.

After catching up with the undead blood tribe, Shi Qiankun punched out a bunch of town amulets and punched out a large number of Lianshan amulets. He killed more than 700 undead monks' holy monks and killed them under the stone mountains.

Standing on the top of a cold volcano, Shi Qiankun wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the world, there is actually a sign to restrain the undead blood, can you lend me a look?" A strange voice sounded.

When I heard this voice, Shi Qiankun's face suddenly changed.

A ray of black mist appeared out of thin air, condensing the figure of the underworld.

The moment before I was still down the mountain.

The next moment, he was already standing on the mountainside.

Qian Shikun knew that he was by no means an opponent of the Immortal, and turning around was jumping into the cold mountain volcano.

"Well, it seems that in addition to the Star Map, there are unexpected gains this time."

Xun Mingxian pursued Shi Qiankun for "Star Map".

嗯 "Huh? This cold volcano seems a little weird."

Mingxian stomped gently, the roar sounded, a large number of cracks appeared in the huge mountain, then collapsed and opened, showing everything inside.

In the abdomen of Laoshan, Shen Yuan's ancient sword was suspended below the sundial. A young boy in black sat on the sword in a cross-section. His appearance resembled Zhang Ruochen's body, and he concentrated on the Tao.

His body was sometimes solid and sometimes unreal.

It took many years for Shen Yuan's ancient sword's sword spirit to consolidate, and at the critical moment, he was almost done.

Qian Shikun is standing on the other side of the sundial, looking at the immortal descending from the sky, sighing long and revealing a touch of despair in his eyes.

The enemy is too strong, any resistance is futile.

Mingxian has a straight body shape, holding her hands on her back, looking at the sundial on the ground, listening to the sound of water flowing from the sundial, revealing a very interested look.

"Time flows like a shuttle, the sound enters the stream, a treasure of time."

Immediately after, his eyes fell on the ancient sword of Shen Yuan, and his eyes brightened again: "Hey, it is actually a sword made of forged iron, and the spirit is condensing the Tao. Even if" "Star Map", these two treasures, can be considered a worthwhile trip. Wonderful, wonderful. "

Shen Yuan Jianling raised his head, his eyes anxious, and said: "The undead blood attacked the sword mound, and the underworld actually participated in it. Has the sword mound been broken?"

Wu Mingxian stared at Shen Yuan's sword spirit and said, "The gods help each other to help the undead blood tribe. They need to get their own. It is a matter of time before the sword mound is broken.

"If there is Zhang Ruochen, you want to break the sword mound, I'm afraid it's not that easy." The sword spirit department became not surprised.

Wu Mingxian held her hands and laughed: "Because your master is too weak, you have also become a frog at the bottom of the well. Zhang Ruochen's opponent is blood slaughter, even if it is in the sword mound, taking advantage of the time and place, it is undoubtedly defeated."

"What is the point of a good bird choosing a tree to live in, and following a dying man? You might as well follow this god, and with the power and resources that you can mobilize, you can grow into a peerless sword in the future."

Wu Jianling laughed and said, "The mortal man ... um ... that's right."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword's sword spirit is too calm and smiles abnormally, so that the immortal has an ominous premonition.

"What are you laughing at? With your sword spirit with seven shining sacred artifacts, believe it or not, this **** can wipe you out now, so you won't have a new sword spirit in the future." A few minutes.

Suddenly, the Ningxian vest was cold, and the hair on the skin stood upside down. An unprecedented crisis covered him, making him unable to move.

"Da da."

The footsteps sounded.

"Who?"

Wu Mingxian was shocked and looked around.

It was a terrible thing that someone could come near him without even realizing it.

极 A very beautiful woman in red came out from the dark shadows. She was tall, with black hair and soft hair, a slender snow neck, a slender waist, cold eyes, red lips, and a face similar to Chi Yao.

Not only looks similar, but also has a very similar temperament.

Any creature standing in front of her can't help but feel a sense of oppression, want to kneel, want to surrender, and want to worship.

"Queen Yao Yao."

Yan Shi Qiankun could not bear the coercion and knelt directly on the ground.

"Queen Chi Yao ... How is that possible?"

Wu Mingxian held her breath, widened her eyes, and couldn't believe that this woman was really the **** of Kunlun.

"No, you are a sword spirit."

Wu Mingxian was not an ordinary monk, and she quickly discovered the true body of the woman in red.

"Yes, it's the sword spirit, called dripping blood."

The woman in red was holding a blood-red sword and took a step forward again. Suddenly there was a monstrous murderous rush to the fairy.

Perhaps the dripping sword swallowed the blood of too many souls, and the murderous spirit on his body was actually condensed into substance. In the eyes of Mingxian, it turned into a battlefield of blood and blood of corpses ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ There is no woman in red Thousands of war swords have been condensed by the murderous shot, and he flew out to the fairy.

It seems that the powerful sacred soul of the puppet fairy is torn apart by murderous spirit.

"The Styx Array."

Mingxian restrained the fear in her heart, gritted her teeth, and punched out a map, and evolved into a world of Styx River, trying to block the woman in red.

Wuming River Array is the biggest card of the Underworld. Even the attack of the Immortal Saint can resist three hits.

but……

"噗."

The sword in the hands of the woman in red turned into a bloodlight, as fast as lightning, and instantly penetrated the "Muhe Zhentu" and landed on the heart of the fairy.

"boom."

He Mingxian was blown out by a dripping sword, nailed to a rock, and blood poured out.

"how come……"

Mingxian's eyes widened and couldn't believe this reality.

Under the Great Saint, someone could defeat him with a sword.

The next moment, the Holy Blood in the Nether Fairy was absorbed by the Dripping Blood Sword and turned into a dry corpse.

The woman in red did not look at the Immortal any more. All eyes fell on the sword spirit of the ancient sword of Shen Yuan. The cold light in the beautiful eyes disappeared and replaced by a strong tenderness.

Dripping blood Shen Yuan, this is a couple of swords.

The master is ruthless, the sword is ruthless.