Silent sword energy, condensing the sky and the earth sharp, one sword pierced the air, destroying the dry and rotten, breaking two arrows in an instant, hitting the last arrow of the moon.
The sword energy is dazzling, and the arrows are also getting stronger and stronger. The most extreme collision, the airflow is turbulent, and the sword is constantly rolling around the sword pool. The ups and downs of the sword are still indifferent.
With a bang, the sword energy and the arrow beam shattered at the same time, causing boundless turbulent currents to spread out.
"Extraordinary swordsman, don't you have a sword yet?"
Luo Xingchen moved, turned into thousands of afterimages, opened the bow and became invisible, thousands of arrows shone, one after another, appeared from Zhoutian and fell to the middle of Mubai.
"Sword Style, One Sword, Ten Thousand Tribulations"
The Zhengtian sword roared and galloped endlessly. The sword disc swirled, blocking the light of Zhou Tian's arrows. At this moment, an arrow with a completely different breath broke through the sword light and rubbed the swordsman's left arm.
With a stab, the white clothes cracked, and a trace of blood spilled out, and the sword of invincibility in the barren city actually saw red for the first time.
"Sword style, a sword without distance"
The swordsman was calm, his expression did not show any waves, the sword without distance appeared, the fastest sword in the world, wherever the meaning came, the sword also reached, breaking through the limitation of space, passing a white shadow between heaven and earth, and in a flash, slashing. Broken thousands of afterimages.
In the shattered afterimage, Luo Xingchen withdrew ten feet, looked at the swordsman in white in front, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, such a fast sword, such an opponent was worthy of his full strength.
The arrow box opened, a cyan arrow flew out, the star mark opened the bow, the wind howled, and in less than a blink of an eye, the arrow of riding the wind had reached Mubai.
Mu Bai pointed to the arrows, the sword intent converged, the moment the arrow was broken, the arrow appeared in the arrow, and the golden arrow light broke through the limit and passed through the body.
"Uh"
Mu Bai took a half step back, bright red dripped from his shoulders, dyed in white.
"No more swords, no resentment in death"
The three arrows opened the sky, and the stream of light appeared in an instant. Luo Xingchen turned his palm and opened the bow. The arrows of the three talents were intertwined with dazzling brilliance. The real pressure of the third disaster level shook the world.
Going beyond the attack of the leader of the Eternal Night, a proof of what the sword can do in the myth of the deserted city, Mu Bai waved his hand, the sword pool surged, and a drop of water flew out, condensed, turned into three swords, and directly met the three arrows.
The splashes of water scattered, the arrows were unstoppable, and they approached again.
"A sword is invisible"
Mu Bai pointed to the sword, thousands of swords flowed together, and the three arrows scattered and disappeared.
However, at this moment, the red arrow appeared, and the red arrow that hurt several giants of the Zhao family in the past has reappeared in the land of China today.
The young strong man of Xifu, who overcame the myth on the sword of Shenzhou, reached the peak of the first battle in this terrifying red arrow.
Mu Bai, who has been injured one after another, still looks as calm as before. Facing the arrow of Xeon, he has no thoughts, no desires, and no desires. The world of swords spreads out, and the world is awe-inspiring. Turn into a sword, and go out to meet the arrow.
With a loud bang, they met each other at the extreme, and the Scarlet Divine Arrow burst out of the air, straight into the swordsman's chest.
"Uh"
Mu Bai stepped back, red in his mouth, and the red arrow flew out and returned to the arrow box.
After one arrow, the invincible sword of the barren city, defeated!
"Shenzhou powerhouse, but that's it"
Luo Xingchen waved his hand and closed his bow, turned and left, his purple and white clothes hunted in the wind, and after two steps, he disappeared.
"Master"
Jian Er walked out and looked at the figure in front of Jianchi, with worry in his eyes.
It was something he could never have imagined that the Master would lose. The battle just now was too abnormal, and the Master's strength should be far more than that.
Mu Bai was silent, looking at the sword in the sword pool, his heart was complicated, is this the taste of defeating a sword
"Why doesn't the master take out the sword?" Jian Er didn't understand and asked.
"It's not going out, it's not going out"
Mu Bai sighed softly, waved his hand to take the sword, however, the sword did not move, floating up and down in the sword pool, as if he didn't realize it.
Jian Er's eyes narrowed, Jian didn't know the master, how could this be.
Mu Bai looked at the academy in the west, and his calm eyes rarely flashed a trace of confusion. For the first time, Jian Xin was no longer clear.
In Tiancang Academy, the master wearily packed the bookshelves, one by one, sweeping away the dust attached to them.
The way of the sword is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Mu Bai's sword has reached its peak, and no one can guide him. The rest of the road, how to go, no one knows.
Before each moth breaks its cocoon and turns into a butterfly, it has to go through the process of becoming a cocoon.
At the same time, Ning Chen and the others who came to break the formation in Daxia West also encountered a lot of trouble. All three battles were fought hard.
The Marquis of Triumph, the Golden Scepter National Master joined forces to fight against Zongqiu, the sea of thunder rolled, the evil god stood tall, and the most extreme confrontation between martial arts and magic was constantly colliding with dazzling sparks at this moment.
On the other side, the leader of the Eternal Night is alone against the head of the military crown, and he is the enemy of the past.
In the last place, Meng Xuanji used one enemy against two to block all the crises before she knew her fate, dancing with golden feathers, blocking Hua Zhuang, and the might of Can Feng joining forces.
Outside of the battle, the abbot of Du'e Temple closed his eyes to heal his wounds and seized the time to recover his strength. The outcome of this battle was unpredictable, and he had to suppress his injuries as soon as possible.
The five were restrained, and it was difficult to get out. In the wheelchair, Ning Chen kept coughing lightly, resisting the urge to faint, and forcibly kept himself as awake as possible.
It's still a little bit, he can't give up at this time.
The wheelchair creaked, kept away from the battle, and calculated the strength of every part of the formation according to the changes in distance and power.
Stopping every ten steps, counting every hundred steps, the mind of knowing destiny turned rapidly like never before, calculating the distribution of belief power of the big formation little by little.
The wheel marks of the wheelchair are criss-crossed in the big formation, pressing over the traces like a chessboard. If you look closely, they are not square in shape. The wheel marks extending in one direction are not parallel. gather in one place.
Above the sky, Zong Qianqiu's peripheral light swept below, his expression changed slightly, he turned his palms to condense his energy, shook the two people away, and the figure flashed and quickly swept to the figure on the wheelchair.
"Bianjiang, don't fight, kill Zhiminghou first" urgently urged, showing the unease in Zong Qianqiu's heart, how could there be such a smart person in the world, he did not know how Zhiminghou saw it, but, those wheelchair traces finally The place where it extends is the weakest center of the extreme sky formation.
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When Benjiang heard the words, he swung the Yanyun God Ge with a sword, got out of the battle, and also swept to the Marquis of Zhiming in the distance.
In the wheelchair, Ning Chen, who was estimated to be at a critical moment, was so concentrated that he didn't realize that the crisis was coming. When he recovered, the two were already in front of him.
"Knowing your life, accept your life"
The vast power of the palm slammed down with the intention of decisive killing. At this moment, Zong Qianqiu's fear of the young man in the wheelchair reached an unprecedented level. The palm of his hand came with infinite murderous intent, and he was about to cut off his life.
At the moment of crisis, a beautiful shadow stood in front of him, and with a slam, it was imprinted on the back of the woman's heart, her eyes were full of redness, and her eyes were dyed red.
A little bit of warm blood fell from Zhiming's face. The most heart-wrenching scene completely froze the person in the wheelchair.
After a short delay, the Marquis of Triumph and the State Division of the Golden Scepter finally rushed to control.
Benjiang also came, and Bi Xue Tian weeping led to a fierce killing, and once again forced the killing to know his fate.
The Golden Staff National Master waved his stick to block a move, and with a bang, he stepped back a dozen steps, vomiting vermilion.
At the same time, Yanyun Divine Ge crossed, and the leader of Eternal Night rushed to block the road ahead of Benjiang, separating the battle situation again.
The change in an instant was so fast that it was too late for people to return to their senses, and the woman fell powerless, like fallen leaves, silently.
"Dream Girl"
Ning Chen lost his mind, his already numb heart didn't even know the pain, he stared blankly at the woman who fell into his arms, the blood on his face kept falling.
Why, why, asked aloud, piercing the heart, the more and more debts owed, let the heart of fate tear open little by little.
Residual wind, the blade of Hua Zhuang sword and halberd came, and the figure in the wheelchair sat up, the violent murderous aura rippling from the whole body, and the dreary blood mist dyed the surrounding ten feet red.
Fengyuan was burning, blood was surging, one after another scorching fiery wolves surging, the Hell King's Divine Sword started, and the murderous intent shook the world.
"You guys, all be damned"
The figure who knew his fate and lost his heart, his eyes were red, and disappeared in an instant, a dazzling blood light flashed across the heaven and the earth, the remnant wind that blocked the sword, the sword did not fall, the god did not return, the head flew up, and blood spurted into the sky.
Knowing the fate of burning the source, blooming the brightest light of life, fast shocking, fast sad.
Seeing this, Benjiang looked startled and waved his sword to block the road. However, the figure that flashed by in an instant made it impossible to stop him.
The red-clothed who swept across the long-term, attracted a murderous intent, is fast, faster, and fast is unstoppable.
"Palace Lord"
Hua Zhuang was frightened and quickly returned to help, but it was also too late to catch up.
The sword of the King of Hell was gleaming with blood, and Shen Chen Fengyuan gathered together. The sword that had arrived in a flash broke through the barrier of the sea of thunder and fire, and cut out the killing light of death.
Qianqiu’s mind was greatly shocked, he turned his palms and shook the sword, and when the palms and swords clashed, the sword’s stance changed instantly, and the death and killing light passed through his shoulders, bringing out a large amount of blood flowers. .
Hurry up, still fast, block a sword across the millennium, hit a few swords, the murderous intent that cannot be blocked, a sword is faster than a sword, and a sword is harder than a sword.
Hua Zhuang, Benjiang quickly rushed to the aid, Marquis of Triumph, the Golden Scepter, and the Eternal Night Sect Master, joined forces to stop the two of them. While shocked, they also had heavy worries.
Especially for the national teacher of the Golden Scepter, the worry in his eyes was even more intense. When the Phoenix finally burned Fengyuan on Fengqi Mountain, it was exactly the same as Ning Chen's situation today.
"Marquis Zhiming, you will never be able to protect the people you cherish, irony"
The blood in Zong Qianqiu's mouth continued to overflow, mockery flashed across his handsome face, and the frantic laughter echoed in the array, harsh and heart-piercing.
Hades, Kings of Hell, the purple sword edge has been dyed blood red with blood, and with every sword and sword, blood is scattered everywhere.
In the blood light, a sword pierced the heart, and the blood spurted, dyed the sky red, dyed the eyes of fate.
The blood was hot, but it could not warm the heart that was cold. Could it be that if you know your life, you should be alone. ydfmZz96mT/6DW2w/SFOM5U0SBbJf3l4bR90P6XHQP2KnBRC9hrXM9LgR6aHukFZh2TWvicZ0qEms38YcwNsaA==