The sword **** glanced at the sword slave who couldn’t stand it. He frowned: "It’s right with the sword court, and there is a dead man. (8) (1) Chinese network WwΩW.ㄟ81.Zw.COM"

When the voice fell, he had to move away from the soul of the sword, and a sword came to the people.

An unnamed wooden sword, a simple sword, descended from the sky, the sky seems to be one of the 黯, the sword has not arrived, the legs of the people have been crushed into the soil by the huge sword.

When the people came up with their hands, the light flashed and a loud noise rang, and the people slammed down, and half of them fell into the ground.

The weapon held up in his hands turned out to be a stick, and the stick had been broken into two pieces, and the blood slid out along the corner of his mouth.

There was a stun of horror and pain on his face, and the blue veins were exposed, but he insisted on his teeth.

A simple sword, there is such a god, it is worthy of the sword god.

Tang Yan can't help but secretly swear by his own strength against the sword god. It is really a big tree, and it is hard to beat.

"I even took a sword, it is not a nameless generation. If you don't report it, then you will become a nameless ghost under my sword." Sword God said indifferently.

"Do you not care about the death of the sword slave?"

The sword **** snorted and said: "They are dead, I have revenge, and you don't want to leave this place, all of them have to be buried with them, this is enough."

The person who came is also a monk, screaming: "Do it!"

Puff puff!

A line of blood was thrown from the top of the tiankeng, and it was like blood rain.

But the eyes of the sword can not be smashed, but only a sword is thrown out. The people are screaming and screaming from the earth, and the broken hands of the hands greet the unnamed sword.

Hey!

Two sounds broke, the stick became a piece, and Jianfeng smashed his forehead. The next moment, he seemed to be split into two.

In his eyes, he showed the color of despair. He still underestimated the strength and determination of the sword god. This person is not only a sword idiot, but also a cold-blooded person. So many sword slaves can't make it a rat.

The sword **** is indeed a cold-blooded person. In order to pursue a more powerful kendo, for the sake of higher cultivation, the sword slaves in the district can let him stop the war.

In his mind, the importance of the sword soul is far better than the life of the sword slave.

I regretted it in my heart. I was too reckless. When I got the news, I came to the Northeast. It was just a matter of finding out my eyebrows.

But he is not afraid, but instead reveals the color, because he is a warrior, a national warrior.

boom!

A loud noise, the soul of the sword stopped in midair, the air fluctuated wildly, and a long black sword was exposed to the air.

But the sword was suspended in the air, without any support, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

Everyone looked at this scene with astonishment, and even the sword **** stopped, and looked suspiciously at the black sword that blocked his sword.

"Sister!" He suddenly frowned. "Great, since the tracking of the seven kills came here."

At a glance, he judged that this sword was the sword of the people who played against the Seven Kills, and immediately figured out the original.

Seven killings were seriously injured and squatted on the ground. They couldn’t move. They looked at the black sword straight and looked at them. They turned out to be the other’s plan and even led the wolf into the room.

At the same time, he was scared, and he was very careful along the way, but he still followed a tail.

"Come on, why not show up, why are you sneaky?" Sword God asked coldly, the voice echoed in the tiankeng, like a handle, stirring every space.

Every word went into Don Juan's ear, as if to blow his head. He resisted the pain and did not show up as the other side wished.

This time he was forced to help, because the person is an acquaintance - Xu Yingtian.

Xu Yingtian and him are allies. He could not watch Xu Yingtian die under the sword of the sword god.

Can be rescued, it is equivalent to exposing the whereabouts, and then think of it is not prepared, it can be difficult to add.

In particular, he only took the sword and a sword. He felt that his arm was broken quickly. The power of the other side's sword was too great.

"Hey, I want to hide my head and tail in front of me. I don't think you have this ability." The sword **** did not hear the response, and the anger screamed, the nameless sword smashed, and the tiankeng was full of sword shadows, making people nowhere to hide.

Tang Zhen had to recall the sword of war, and when the sound of the slamming, the sparks of the beautiful sparks, and the shape of Tang Yan was forced to be exposed.

Hey!

The figure of the sword **** flashed, and the nameless sword came to the direction of Tang Yan. Tang Yan bites his teeth and resists it. A crack is heard, Tang Yan bursts, his hands are numb, and the sword of war is actually dropped on the ground. At the same time, his illusion also completely failed, revealing the figure.

"You finally showed up." The sword **** looked at Tang Yan with a sigh of relief. In front of him, there was never a future generation who dared to be so unscrupulous and did not put him in the eye.

Xu Yingtian slammed and looked at Tang Yan inconspicuously. In any case, he did not expect Tang Yan to be here, but also saved him from the ghost gate.

This one drink is really a chance. If he and Tang Yan maintain a good relationship, then Tang Yan will not take a defiant shot.

He couldn't help but be grateful that he had jointly decided to deal with the Dragon Group's decision. This is not only beneficial to the National Security Bureau, but also an indelible important role for him.

"You are the apprentice of Tianzenzi, I want to see if you have learned him a few minutes." The sword **** walked toward Tang Yan step by step, and the eyebrows were murderous.

Tang Hao waved, the soul of the sword flew back to his hands, the cross sword on the chest, facing the sword god, said: "Since the sword **** is interested in dealing with me, then of course I can not sweep your interest."

"Oh, I don't know who is not afraid, you are not your master, but dare to be so arrogant, no one in sight." Sword God said disdainfully.

After that, the unnamed sword turned into an aurora and bowed to Tang.

Tang Zhen was in a hurry, and the flying swords of the heavens and the sky were generally displayed, and only the sound of the jingle was heard. Tang Yuxun retreated and finally slammed into the mountain wall and spewed a large mouthful of blood.

Tang Yan wiped a blood, looked at the spirit of peace, and did not even breathe a sword, and deeply felt the gap like this gap.

It’s the ultimate in the ability to take over the swordsman’s swords. It’s extravagant to think about it.

However, he also benefited a lot from these swords. The sword of the sword **** is in the forefront, full of unrivalled swordsmanship, and it is really a rare sword in the world.

Moreover, this set of swords is not a rising sun, but a more advanced sword.

The sword **** swordsmanship group, and not only has a set of high swordsmanship, these swords are all created by himself, he is really a generation of Kendo master.

Tang Zhen can't test the other's cultivation, but there is no doubt that it is a master of the realm of the master. If he wants to overcome the difficulty of the other side, he does not dare to have such a luxury. Therefore, it is imperative to get the swordsman and then slip away. .

Xu Yingtian saw that Tang Hao took over the other party's tricks. He couldn't help but secretly swear, and he still underestimated the strength of Tang Yan. He took the two swords to reluctantly, but Tang Hao took over these few moves, and the strength of both sides was high. .

Of course, he is more concerned about whether he can leave without hesitation.

The members of the National Security Bureau on the edge of the tiankeng saw the director endangered, and some people could not help but come down to help him.

When Xu Yingtian saw it, he quickly stopped this stupid behavior in the call headset. He could not do the attitude of the sword **** as a human being, and he was responsible for his own members.

Xu Yingtian’s heart is also up and down. After all, the opponent is the sword god, and Tang Yan can take him to escape, which is still unknown.

Tang Yan backed by the mountain wall, has been retired, his face appeared a sick red, staring at the sword **** step by step.

Looking beyond the shoulders of the sword god, Tang Yan locked the sword soul, the spirit of a move, the heart of a plan, secretly gritted his teeth: "This time gambling, it is death is alive, it depends on my luck."

A sword flew, Tang Yan did not use the sword to resist, but his hands waved forward, and the momentum of a black cloud pressed against the city was overwhelming, covering the tiankeng.

The swordless sword of the sword **** came to an abrupt end, and was blocked by a giant. The four elephants raised their legs and slammed them down.

boom!

The sword **** disappeared, and the place where he stood has collapsed, and there is no trace of the sword **** in other places. It seems that he was stepped on by the four elephants.

Seven killed and immediately angered: "I want to kill you, revenge for the teacher."

Xu Yingtian squinted in his heart and looked at this scene in disbelief. Was the sword **** easily trampled into minced meat?

Tang Yan did not pay attention to the life and death of the sword god, he must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to integrate the soul of the sword.

I saw his body shape flashing, has come to the sword soul, the soul of the sword stabbed to the sword soul, the sly sword spread overwhelmed.

The light of the sword spirit wrapped the sword of the soul, and then shrouded the white bone below, the white bones were scattered with a burst of white light.

Tang Hao was overjoyed. He had already felt that the strong sword was infiltrated into the sword of war. This seems to be a fusion, not as simple as imagined.

"Come on, hurry up." Tang Yan looked like a smile, silently urging.

Suddenly, the joy of Tang Yan’s face came to an abrupt end. I saw that the light of the sword spirit violently beat, very unstable, and then burst into a sound, Tang Yan hit the mountain wall, only to resolve this power.

The soul of the sword has returned to its original state, but there has been a marked change. A sigh of anger rises from the bones and floats on the soul of the sword.

The gathering of clear air finally formed the face of a person. The man glanced at him and stared at a few people with a bad look. Senran said: "You want to take my swordsman, can you let me do it?"

"Who are you?" Tang Yanran, looking at each other inconspicuously.

"The Lord of the Souls." The other party said with arrogance.

A glimpse of the soul.

Tang Hao licked his mouth, and his eyes were glaring, and he immediately saw the true face of this sigh.

But he believes that this sorrowful soul does not lie. He is indeed the former master of the sword spirit, that is, the master of this white bone.