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read2();　　 On the night of March 7th in the Great Xia calendar, for the entire Da Xia swordsmanship, the way of repairing was destroyed, and it was terrible!

Practitioners in the vast land of Shenzhou cultivate the Tao, the soul of the Tao, and an understanding of the flow of the universe between the heavens and the earth, but once the way of pursuing for the whole life suddenly disappears, then For the corresponding practitioners, that is the disaster of breaking the road ahead and extinction.

　　 Therefore, in a sense, Murong He's actions will make him a legend that he is worshipped by all swords, instantly fall into the dust, and become a sinner forever that everyone spurns.

　　From the cloud to the mortal world, it usually only takes a breath!

Once upon a time, Daxia’s many kinds of weapon souls, the only swordsmanship, the burial sword lake that nourishes the sword soul, and the countless souls of swordsmanship that can cycle and rotate. He is an experienced teacher, and at the same time, he has the most cutting-edge swordsmanship in the Grand Master as an example and goal.

　　 All these kinds of things make Sword Cultivation stand out in the world of cultivation, and become a sect of its own, but overnight, everything is broken like bubbles.

　　The stegosaurus composed of billions of sword souls were all destroyed, and at the same time the entire lake of Buried Sword Lake was completely evaporated by the impact of the sun.

　　 The entire kendo has not only been cut off from the inheritance, but even the place of fate has been destroyed and destroyed!

Above the Buried Sword Lake, after the last blow of the scorching sun, the sea of ​​forbidden supernatural powers slowly dissipated, but the aftermath still remained, especially the fragmented space and the boiling water vapor that had been evaporated. Shrouded in it.

　　 At this time, the sword buried lake can no longer be called a lake, but a pit, a sword buried pit!

On the edge of Wanjian Mountain, the young girl Jiansheng who was protected by the Dao Gong Shili Red Array, was in a worse state at this time. After the entire kendo was cut by Zhao Yu mercilessly, she also coughed forward uncontrollably. Blood, and at the same time the one-rank Dao Soul Lingluo sword deep in the soul, directly uttered waves of extremely sorrowful wailing, dimmed for an instant.

The girl’s white robe was already covered with silt, and a strong feeling of dizziness, wave after wave hit, but she still worked hard and supported the ground with her hands to prevent her body from falling. under.

　　 Then Jiansheng raised her head and stared at the mist-shrouded front. Suddenly, the line of sight in her eyes became blurred, and her eyelids seemed to weigh too much to open.

　　 "No, no, I can't faint!"

A low murmur sounded from Jiansheng’s mouth, and then he bit his lip with his teeth, using the pain to maintain a bit of sanity, and holding on to prevent herself from falling into a coma. She wanted to see with her own eyes the magical powers Under the blow of the sea, whether Murong He is still alive.

　　 She wants to witness the end of this holy battle, no matter the ending!

It is not only Jiansheng who wants to witness the end of this pinnacle battle, but also the overhaulers on the flying cranes and black dragons, the civil and military officials and the Great Xia in Sitian Tower watching all this. Later, as well as the countless monks who came here specially from various places in Daxia.

After these monks had gone through the attack, wave after wave gathered at the foot of Wanjian Mountain, but in front of them was erected in front of them is the black, red, and silver three-colored armor of the upper four armies, plus armor and armor. The armed Gwangju garrison rushed to the thunder.

　　 Therefore, these large numbers of monks stopped and continued to move forward, staying directly in place, looking up at the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and their eyes were full of deep desire. In addition, there was exploration.

　　 What will be the outcome of this ultimate battle, who is going to die?

The top of Wanjian Mountain, the lingering water mist, and the chaotic law conceal everything, but Zhao Yu who stands proudly above the void knows that all this is still not over, because he can still feel a sharp edge, belonging to the sword. The edge.

　　 Under the devastating impact of the sea of ​​supernatural powers, countless sword souls broke and dissipated, but there was still one handle still alive, held firmly by a **** hand, and pointed straight ahead firmly.

　　 In the next instant, Zhao Yu's brows in the dark golden imperial robe danced, and the flames of the three avenues on the center of his brows jumped at the same time. Then he raised his hand and pointed forward without hesitation.

　　 Ancient taboo magical powers. Void.

The chaotic void in front of the young emperor was like a tablecloth that was twisted by someone. It twisted rapidly in one direction. At the same time, it exploded with extremely huge suction, absorbing all the surging water mist around it, but the next moment, Within the void, a vague sword point was pierced.

　　 Compared with Murong He when he first pulled it out, this sword is vaguer and dimmer, but for some reason, it has a better edge, even with sorrow, despair, and strong emotions.

　　 This is the killing blow of the entire Shenzhou vast kendo!

　　 This style of sword flying from the sky is not over yet, and this is also the last sword of Murong He, who is covered in flesh and blood.

　　 Tearing the mist once again used this sword flying fairy's Murong He, his clothes were shattered, and dripping blood spurted out from all over his body, even his eyes were filled with bright red colors.

But his hand holding the sword is still very stable, and the steps towards Zhao Yu are also very steady. Countless blood splashed and fell on the sword in front of him, gradually dyeing the latter red, and finally turned into a fuzzy handle. Blood sword.

　　 How fast is this style of flying swords without the weight of the sword dragon?

　　 is like teleporting!

A bright red line appeared in the void, which was completely difficult to catch with human eyes. It came straight to Zhao Yu's eyebrows. Then the young emperor's whole thoughts exploded, directly in the void in front of him, releasing an ancient story. Taboo magical powers.

　　 The Wall of Ice!

　　 The void moved and the cold air rolled. A huge iceberg was moved in front of you from an unknown space. It was erected just before Yijianfeixian, and the blood line that split the entire void immediately blasted into the iceberg.

　　 The crackling and cracking sound continued, but Murong and the stabbing speed were also greatly reduced, and the whole body was directly exposed in front of the person.

　　 "Murong He is defeated!"

　　 Lu Yao let out a loud shout, and then Chu Zhengyang beside him still looked solemn and directly responded:

　　 "Not necessarily, there is a change below!"

　　 Before Chu Zhengyang's voice fell, a deep and steady voice came directly from the top of Wanjian Mountain, resounding throughout the sky:

"I, Murong and I know that Swordsmanship has ceased to be passed down in my hand. They are sinful and dare not ask for forgiveness. I swear here that I wish to be a swordsman for life, and suffer hundreds of thousands of years of torture, and damage every handle The soul of the sword is recast and found."

　　 After this vow was completed, the blood sword within the iceberg was radiant, and Murong and his body also exuded unimaginable swordsmanship. Both directly tore the ice mountain and disappeared instantly.

　　 completely disappeared!

　　 After a ten-thousandth of a second, the void in front of Zhao Yu cracked directly, and a person stepped out of it and stabbed a sword.