"There is a side? It may not be." Yan Zhao Ge instantly came to the front of He Wei: "The last time Yan was left behind the disciples of your school, it was left to you and the Emperor Yundi, who had not seen it at that time. Have you ever?"

"Just, it's not as close as it is now."

During the talk, Yan Zhao song reached out and grabbed the Xuanzang Zijin furnace, and suddenly settled the body shape of the retreat.

"I haven’t handed over my hand, and it’s natural.” He’s eyes are flooded, and the red mans fly directly from the pupils of his eyes.

As if there is no time interval, the red red sword light instantly came to the Yan Zhao song.

He Yi’s sword is out, and the Jianguang is endless.

He is a sword faster than a sword, all areas of the void, all corners, there are red flashes, flying around.

Tens of millions of Jianguang, at the same time overwhelmingly sang to Yanzhao.

"The top sacred soldier is useless to you, but if it is the sword that you personally sacrificed, it is more or less better than the empty hand." Yan Zhao said indifferently: "Pull the sword, I will use it for you empty-handed." Sword, don't despise you."

He grabbed the Xuanzang Zijin furnace in one hand and lifted it up with the other hand.

In an instant, in every corner of the void universe, there are fists of Yan Zhaoge everywhere!

At the moment when each red-red sword light just lighted up, an iron fist fell and the sword light was extinguished.

Countless swords light up, there are countless fists to knock down, so that it has not yet had time to shine, it will be extinguished.

It has not really started yet, and it has ended to see the end.

The accomplishments of He Wei in the Jianjian scriptures have been extremely deep, and the swords are time and space.

He is everywhere in the sword, no matter when, no matter where the opponent is, he can't escape, the speed is fast, and he can't avoid it.

However, the fist of Yan Zhaoge, always after the first arrival, seems to be waiting for it in advance, waiting for the sword light of He Wei to appear, and then before he really starts, he will break one of the punches!

The trapping of the sword is ignoring the limitations of space. Beyond the time, it is almost impossible to have anything faster than it.

But the fist of Yan Zhaoge, this moment seems to blur the concept of time, punched from a higher level.

It seems that before the beginning of time and space, it seems to be the end of all time and space.

He Wei’s feeling at the moment is as if he had pulled out his sword. When he was halfway, someone punched his sword and lowered the sword that had just pulled out half of the blade. He then reverted back to the scabbard. .

Breaking the time and space, it is no longer possible to define the world's most "fast" sword in half the sense of speed. This moment is actually unable to draw swords and cannot be sworded!

"...Congenital five too, too easy!" He Yu snorted, his eyes are more prosperous.

He finally let go of the Xuanzang Zijin furnace.

But there is no such thing as going back.

The youthful figure of the robe exuded by the Beatles rotates in mid-air, and the sky is red and the sword is shining.

The sword-light of the green and red flickering in the void, finally avoiding the fist of the Yiyi of Yan Zhaoge.

In addition to the Jianjian scriptures, He Wei is more skilled in practicing the swordsmanship!

The sword of the first sword of the four swords of Lingbao, a sword broke the law, collapsed all the way!

Although it is impossible to break the Yanyi Boxing of Yan Zhaoge, Qingmang everywhere resists the boxing of Yan Zhaoge, which makes the time reappear.

Between the long rivers, the red light flew everywhere, as if the dragons entered the sea, the tigers went to the mountains, and finally they were liberated.

"Well, not only has it been cultivated as a sword, but it has also been able to sing the fairy and the two swords."

It’s not easy to practice the swords of the Shangqing and the open books of Yuqing.

The Wushu talents are not enough to understand, not only the problem of not being able to practice, but even being torn apart by their own souls.

He successfully succeeded in the cultivation of the Xianjian sword, and even more so that the two swords of the Xianjian sword and the Jianjian swords were together. Only this one stroke would not be the name of Tianjiao.

There is no smug look on his face, but full of solemnity and concentration.

Swordsman cited, everywhere, the hard-to-count red sword light, criss-crossing, integrated bundles, even into pieces, instantly turned into a huge sword array!

When the sword array appeared, the Yan Zhao song was already in the line.

The entire sword array is running, and in an instant, the time and space of this corner of the universe in the Dian Dian Temple will be annihilated into nothingness!

"I heard a glimpse of the gray spirit valley, the combination of swordsmanship and array technique, and the mystery is endless. Today, I will not be famous."

The voice of Yanzhao sounded, and then there was the terrorist power of Pei Mo Mo, which broke out from the red sword array.

Twelve light wheels circled behind Yanzhao songs. As soon as he was boxing out, the light of the chaotic light shook, and the darkness went away, leaving only endless light.

Then, the light is broken and the boulevard collapses!

A type of fierce violent violent violent smashing of the big light, from the inside explosion, the terror force swept outward, blocking the inner shackles of the Hezhen sword array, and the whole sword smashed!

The fist of Yan Zhaoge is still not in a hurry, not moving, not moving, and hitting He Wei.

He Yan's eyes are extremely dignified, and the left hand pinches the sword to stand on the chest. The right hand eats **** and stands like a sword.

Between the red light flashes, the green awns reappear.

In addition, there is also a black sword, like a silk thread, wrapped around it.

戮仙剑!

Lingbao four swords, He Wei not only cultivated into a sword and a sword, but also repaired a sword.

Moreover, he can not only achieve the two swords, but also make the three swords come together.

The three swords of 诛, 戮, and 陷 齐 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三

"No wonder, no wonder..." Yan Zhaoge kept his fist position unchanged: "No wonder you have kept the name of the "Gossip Supreme", and there is indeed a bit of enthusiasm to remember another battle with Long Shibo."

On his fist, he suddenly reborn.

The red-red sword light emerged, the gloss turned dark, turned into dark red, and more fierce.

On the fist of Yan Zhaoge, it seems to be coated with a dark red.

Between the fists, in the boxing, the sword is also attached to the sword.

Then, a trace of black sword appeared, as if the silk thread was densely wrapped around the Yanzhao singer's arm.

A thread cut through the void, as if the life of countless lives was cut off.

At the moment, countless black lines are criss-crossed and dead.

Finally, in addition to the black line and the red light, there are more blue-colored swordsmen emerging, unbreakable and unfavorable.

Qingmang seems to be a generalist in the world, cutting and breaking down the truth of the world, so that it no longer exists.

In the eyes of He Wei, the red mans skyrocketed, showing a shocking color.

Between Yan and Zhao, there is a hint of sword between the fists. It is hard to tell that the boxing is a sword.

And his attack, it is also the three swords of Lingbao!

"However, no matter whether you and Long Shibo will play against each other, after today, the name of your ‘gossip supreme’ will be changed to ‘seven 霄’.”

Zhu Xian is against the immortal, the immortal is against the immortal, and the immortal is against the immortal.

The three swords against the three swords, Yan Zhaoge forcibly settled in He Wei, there is a sword-like storm.

Then, between the auras, his fists seemed to turn like an axe, like a sly look, like a broken bamboo, and opened the storm.

Yan Zhaoge’s fist fell on He Xin’s heart, and the Shang Qing’s rumored Tianjiao was directly beaten out!