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read2();　　 If you want to find a person who has the highest number of hits facing the saint level on the vast land of China at this time, it is definitely not the time that Wan Jianshan faces Murong and the sword. The Feng Zhao Yu is none other than that.

Whether it was the finger of the saint of the ten breaths of luck in the early autumn in the wide area city, or the kingdom of the shining lord above the hills of the capital city, the young emperor is standing there steadily, beyond time, space, and inevitable. Before the saint attacked, he did not take a step back.

At this moment, on the Sword Burying Lake, Murong and the sword that Murong and his left hand pierced Zhao Yu's eyebrows seemed to be so slow, but the blue-gold sharpness on it, and the tearing space formed a dark crack. Might and power all mean that in terms of killing, this sword has completely reached the land fairyland.

　　 For Murong He, a sword like this may not be able to stab him in a lifetime, but at the beginning of the face-to-face fight with Zhao Yu, he has already used it easily.

　　 This is the meaning of this sacred battle, fighting to support the battle, and the strong is the strong.

　　A born sword repairer uses the great horror between life and death to seize the luck and momentum to enter another level!

　　 However, what Murong He did at this time was exactly what Zhao Yu wanted to do. The two of them were different in age, cultivation base, and cultivation way, but they were of the same type.

　　 Crazy, paranoid, but awesome powerhouse!

　　 Once when Zhao Yu faced an attack on this terrestrial fairyland, he could only evade it with the help of artifacts such as mountain and sea maps. However, the time has passed, and the young emperor who has undergone precipitation and practice has already used the ability to put the right face right.

　　 Because of Zhao Yu's slender fingers, he can arbitrarily move the vast and mysterious laws that day and earth.

　　 So the flying figure of the emperor robe will move in without retreating, step forward and attack the sword!

　　 Ancient taboo magical powers. Fiery Phoenix Elf.

With Zhao Yu as the center between heaven and earth, there was a phoenix sound that resounded through everyone's knowledge of the sea, and then another sound. After four full sounds, the sky above the sword buried sword lake originally rolled into the rising black smoke. The scorching sun is bright and generous, directly illuminating the entire night sky.

　　 "Fengming, it is Fengming, not the mountain and the sea, but the phoenix of the Daxia Zhao clan displayed by your majesty!"

　　 Under the heavy rain falling, the roars belonging to the Daxia monks continued to sound, and then these monks who were rushing to Wanjian Mountain stopped all together, kneeled in the direction of Wanjian Mountain and worshiped with a pious expression.

　　 The Taoist theory compiled by the Master once said that if the phoenix comes out, the world will be peaceful!

　　Feng, is the totem of all people in Daxia, it is faith, and you should worship it.

In an instant, Zhao Yu faced Murong He and the Qinglian sword in his hand, and blasted out four flaming phoenixes burning with the light of the sun, as if forcibly moving four rounds of the scorching sun and descending on the Sword Burying Lake, with Infinite light and heat, and then these blazing phoenixes turned into a gorgeous flash of light and rushed straight ahead.

　　 "Whether it is a dragon or a phoenix, I have faith, and I will cut it with one sword!"

Murong and the clothes on his body, because of the waves of flames with different laws, have been burned, revealing his strong and coordinated, muscular upper body, and then the green lotus sword in his hand rose again and directly stabbed Shattered the blazing flames and phoenix coming straight out.

　　 One, two, three, four!

The golden flames of the sun burst and danced across the sky, the dazzling rays of light, like four suns bursting together, directly evaporating the heavy rain ten miles around the top of Wanjian Mountain. The extremely strong light made countless monks staring here and couldn’t help but Close your eyes tightly so as not to burn your eyes.

After smashing the four flaming golden phoenix in succession, Murong and the sword in his hand still pierced Zhao Yu's eyebrows, but his extremely ordinary face clearly showed a solemn color because of every stream of light of the blazing phoenix. When the bombardment hit Murong He, the speed at which he stabs with the sword will slow down by several points.

"The law of time is contained in the great sun flames that your majesty cast, and it directly slowed the speed of Murong and the land gods and fairyland by 50%. There is still this kind of change in the flames of the sun, this life is simply to practice on the dog!"

Above the sword buried lake, the blazing light that could burn ordinary monks would naturally not cause any harm to the Grand Master of the Palm Edge Birth and Death Realm above the Linghe, so the great day Wuzong Lu Yao who witnessed all this strongly sighed. The sound rang directly.

Mr. Lu, who possesses the Dao Soul of the Sun, can be said that he has been dealing with the flames of the Sun all his life, struggling to pursue the infinite mysteries in this great day, and the situation at this time is like the most difficult to find out of Zhao Yujiang. Yes, the deepest profoundness was unfolding in front of him without any fancy. Under such a complicated state of mind, Grandpa Lu would sigh like this.

　　 But the sigh did not fall, and the battle above the Jianjian Lake changed again in a flash. In the eyes of all spectators, after the four streams of light that pierced the void, the fifth appeared.

　　 This fifth light stream is Zhao Yu, the most noble phoenix of nine days in Daxia.

　　 Supernatural powers. Phoenix shock!

The young emperor’s not burly body, directly melted into this flash of light, and at the same time tore open the space, in a way that the saint travels through the space in the boundless realm, and instantly passes through the flying flames of the big sun, directly appearing in Murong. And sideways.

　　 As Zhao Yu said at the beginning, his purpose is not to defend or evade from beginning to end, but to attack against the sword, fight against the battle, and fight against the edge!

　　 Fighting with one of the strongest sword repairmen at the time, taking a close combat strategy, in everyone's eyes, was an extremely dangerous move, because the existence of sword repair was born for this fight between square inches.

But Zhao Yu went the other way, facing Fang’s strongest edge, because the young emperor knew that he and Muronghe wanted to use this sacred battle, and wanted to break through with the luck and momentum of the opponent. The big mountain with the bar in front of it must walk on the edge of life and death.

　　 Murong He also knew this, so he implemented the essence of Jian Xiu.

　　 Offense, abandoning any defensive offense.

　　 Stabbed the sword in your hand into the enemy, or be killed by the enemy!

　　 The killing intent between square inches is the most infinite. There is no extra time to judge on both sides of the fight. The only thing that can be relied on is blood, muscle, and the fighting instinct of each cell.

　　 Murong He’s fighting instincts dominated the entire Daxia, so between the electric light and the fire, the Qinglian Sword has already turned directly, turning the stabbing into a wipe, and the target is the directly close Zhao Yu's neck.

　　 The sharp air on the green lotus sword was only a few fingers away from the white neck of the young emperor, but Zhao Yu still did not evade, and continued to make a fist with his right hand. The power of more than five laws instantly converged and punched out!

　　 Meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!