A breath of amazing sword gas slowly flowed out of the octagonal body.

Flowing together, there is an inexplicably dangerous atmosphere.

Lin Lang, who was sitting on his knees, was sitting on the palms of his knees, knotted with a meditative handprint.

Suddenly, his palm shook, and Yin Jue collapsed.

He stood up suddenly, his eyebrows rising, staring at the strange object formed by the strange sword.

The dragon, who had always been indifferent, also got up for the first time, staring at the thing.

His eyebrows gradually closed, and there was a bad hunch.

"That's... Xia Qingchen's blood sword? But, how come there are eight handles?" Da Shizi recognized it with a glance, couldn't help but be surprised.

At most once, Xia Qingchen took out two swords.

They thought Xia Qingchen was only proficient in Shuangjianliu.

Unexpectedly, there are as many as eight handles!

That sword can be called an artifact on earth. They have witnessed the power before.

None of them is terrible, but Ba Shan is not life-threatening?

But the problem is coming.

How to control the six extra swords?

Do you use one for each foot?

It is also difficult to put together eight swords!

Sonorous--

As the sword body separates, the interior surrounded by the eight tips is exposed.

A young man with white hair and black hair sat in it with his knees bent.

That handsome face, not Xia Qingchen, who is it?

"Xia Qingchen!!!" The audience was full of incredible exclamation!

"How could it not die?"

"Oh my god! In that kind of nihility injury, even one hair is not damaged!"

"It's a miracle!"

The main pupil of Linlang Island shrank, as strong as him, and all felt incredible: "How is it possible?"

In such a terrific nihilism, in theory, nothing can exist except for the unity of the source of the anti-injury.

Even dust!

With his eyes locked on the eight-handed sword, Lin Lang Island's eyes narrowed: "That kind of sword is more than just the surface."

Can it exist in nothingness, can it be an ordinary sword?

The panted Emperor became one and finally realized that he had recovered some of his wits, and he was shocked: "Are you still alive?"

He looked at Xia Qingchen up and down, unbelievable!

Was there justification for the survival of the souls of the anti-injury and the destruction of the world just now?

He was difficult to accept, and while Xia Qingchen was still in front of him, he stepped forward and attacked immediately.

Xia Qingchen's return or not, will cause secondary retaliation!

But, this time, Xia Qingchen raised his head, and the eyes didn't know when they became cold.

That kind of cold is not the cold of the ice and snow, but like Ruogujing, it is cold to the end.

Ice and snow will only be cold to the muscles.

Those eyes are cold to the depths of the soul.

"I didn't want to use it, but you forced me to the limit." Xia Qingchen slowly stood up.

The eight-handed sword beside him was like a loyal guard, with the tip of the sword facing up and the handle of the sword facing down, lined up suspended behind Xia Qingchen.

He opened his hand, and in the bottomless pit of Baizhang, there came a softly singing sword.

A touch of red light pierced the darkness and flickered back to Xia Qingchen behind him, alongside the eight-handed Dayan sword.

Nine-handed Dayan sword, gathered for the first time!

"What limit do you have, don't you just have a few more swords? Can it hurt me a single sweat, and cold hit, hit with a punch.

Clang clang----

The nine-handed swords behind him all leapt to the front.

The Emperor returned to punch one by one, attacking one of the swords, and the back wound occurred naturally.

An explosion came out of thin air!

However, it wasn't Dayan Sword that exploded this time.

Instead, the Emperor normalized himself!

When the strong explosion wave hit the Jiuhan Dayan sword, he failed to rush the sword.

Instead, the air wave rolled back and blasted the emperor to himself.

Its already cracked crystal chest cavity was immediately blown to pieces, and large pieces of broken particles fell down.

"What's the matter with your sword?" Emperor Guiyi roared, as if he had lost the child he had relied on and became restless.

It was clearly not the case before.

Why is it so strange now?

Xia Qingchen gently waved his palm, and the nine-handed swords flew into the sky with their respective tracks, interspersed with each other back and forth.

The sword body runs smoothly and the movements are smooth. The lines connected by their respective positions faintly form a mysterious pattern.

He looked at the Emperor as one and said lightly: "A sword, a sword! A nine-handed sword, or a sword?"

That is, sword array!

Between the sword arrays, the nine swords attracted each other, forming a very strong traction towards each other.

An anti-injury explosion was not enough to break up the sword array.

This is the reason why Xia Qingchen can be safe and sound in the void.

Lin Lang Island stared at the sky, each of the nine-handed Dayan swords flying, his heart suddenly jumped, and his throat was held by a big hand, making him speechless.

The tomb-keeper of Sanshou was surprised, and he said suspiciously: "Nine swords fly together? Weird, all nine swords fly according to their own trajectories?"

Yu Jian, but anyone who is in the middle or later stages of Xiaoyue will be able to.

However, it is rare to control more than two handles at the same time.

Because manipulating a sword requires constant maintenance of the body's power.

The two handles require two different forces to maintain.

In the martial arts world, some people practice two different forces at the same time, making it easy to control the double swords.

However, the three handles are rare.

Four handles are unheard of.

Above the five handles, I can't even think about it.

Right now the nine handles are really weird.

"Baijian Qifei has heard of it. It is said that it is the ancestor of the royal family of the Liang King. The "Eight Sword Sword Song" created by the Emperor Zijian. The supreme secret technique can control the eight-handed flying sword at the same time."

"But, it was a supreme secret technique, and even the royal family of Liangwang was lost, and since then, none of them has been able to practice."

"Xia Qingchen's nine-handed sword, shouldn't it be a flying sword?"

"Yes, it should be some tips."

Everyone guessed, but few people dared to guess its true meaning-sword array!

That is the legendary martial arts, almost no one can practice.

For thousands of years on the continent of the sea, only the sword array of the eight swords flying together of the ancestors of the cool king appeared.

Many people have even forgotten that there is such an overriding existence of sword array in martial arts.

Only the Lord of Langlang Island, his eyes trembling extremely: "This...this is...sword... array!"

The voice fell.

Great Earthquake!

Whether it is the tomb-keeper, or the presenting Yuan Yuan, or the Supreme, or the strong side of the mainland.

They were all shocked.

A pair of eyes, staring at the nine-handed sky flying sword.

Master Huang took a cool breath: "So, is it the legendary sword array?"

The night master trembles: "Sword array, extraordinary skills that can be practiced by mortals?"

"No! Impossible, how could there be a sword formation in the world?" Gu Qianzhen was shocked.

But, the sword with the nine handles in formation made them not believe it, but also believe it!

Xia Qingchen held his hand upside down, his robe flew, and his eyes were as cold as electricity.