In the ruins of Asgard, legends have emerged, the surrounding situation has changed, a continuous sword intent spreads, dust and sand are flying, frost and snow are falling.
Tsing Yi, black hair, young and handsome face, peaceful and pure, without the slightest murderous intention, without the slightest worldly disputes.
Seeing the person in front of him, the demon's expression was shocked, and there was little change in his deep eyes.
The two people who passed by, did not have any communication, the green clothes were hunting with the wind, and they did not say a word, but they put an indescribable pressure on everyone present.
The shocked people were unable to return to their senses. The handsome and detached figure in front of them took a steady step, like a sword immortal exiled from the world, stepping on the road of red dust.
Before the sword was born, the avenues sensed, and above the sky, sword lights were manifesting, turning into chains, criss-crossing, blocking the fairy sword.
In the hands of the King of Hongluanjing, a sword light swept across, and blood splattered.
The sword on the sword is beyond words, and the feelings between the powerhouses, the expressions of King Hongluanjing and Lord Mo are all dignified.
This man is extraordinary.
"Yin'er, watch it carefully. Master's sword is what he gave him. In the next battle, you can remember as much as you can." Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him, and said in a condensed voice.
"Um"
Yin'er responded lightly, looking at the young man in front of her, her big eyes glowing brightly, teaching Ning Chen to practice swordsmanship, isn't he very, very powerful
The sword stand fell to the ground, the legendary sword was drawn, the green sword appeared in the world, the heaven and the earth felt, the frost and flowers drifted down, the silver ice and snow world spread, in the eyes of the fans, the legend in the sword, the sword on the sword was reproduced.
The repressed breath became heavier and heavier, and the eyes of the King of Hongluanjing were icy cold.
The red horses practiced through the air, soft with firmness, and the void burst into flames, making it difficult to bear the might of extreme martial arts.
"Keng"
Prince Yan swung his sword, the sound of the sword chirped softly, the rigidity and softness practiced freezing, the sword moved again, and the ice and snow shattered.
The red snowflakes are scattered, and the magnificent scenery is so beautiful that it makes people fascinated.
The king of Hongluanjing bullied himself up, the red mist lingered around his body, he waved his hand gently, the red mist surged, condensed the palm of his hand, and made another move.
The palm fell, the sword was raised, the dust wave surging, the sword light Linghua, cut through the red mist, and passed by.
King Hongluanjing turned sideways, avoiding the sword's edge, but saw the sword turn around, following him like a shadow.
The palm wind and the sword light are handed over, and the figures of the swordsman and the king are constantly intertwined.
The pinnacle of the sword, Ling Li is the only one, with one move and one style, ordinary but incomparably precise, dancing on the sword, stunning the world.
It is unfortunate to lose the sword, but it is fortunate to see the sword.
The people who were fascinated and intoxicated didn't know how long the martial arts had passed. The palms and swords that were joined together, the red mist and sword energy that swirled around, interweaved a beautiful movement of life and death.
The king is powerful, and the swordsman is immeasurable. Everyone is amazed. It turns out that there is such a sword on the sword.
The setting sun shines in the west, the world is still, the blood-red sunset glow is red all over the western sky, and the setting sun that refuses to fall is the grace of heaven for the swordsman, borrowing time for three quarters.
Two figures, one big and one small, stood side by side, the small one was nervous, the big one was unusually calm.
From the first time in the past, the invincible demeanor has been imprinted in my heart forever, whether it is trust or reverence. I have never thought that my predecessors will fail, not once, not today, and never in the future.
In Zhiming's mouth, the word "senior" is not uncommon. Most of the time, it is just to be polite, or to get closer to facilitate the pedometer.
Mu Qianshang once joked that seniors who knew their fate would die the fastest, and friends would come next.
Mu Qianshang's words may be somewhat coincidental, but they are also somewhat true. It is not uncommon to know your destiny as a senior. However, only when facing the legend of Daxia can you be sincere without any scheming.
Next to Zhiming, Yin'er clenched her hands tightly, because she didn't understand, she was nervous.
"Don't worry, watch the sword with peace of mind," Ning Chen said softly.
"Oh"
Yin'er raised her head and responded lightly, then calmed down a little and looked at the sword seriously.
In the battle situation, the cyan sword light danced, the sword and the sword traveled in the snow, extremely martial and sharp, every move and style, gradually blurred.
No tricks, no tricks, simple swords, first dyed red.
The sword edge of the left arm of the King of Hongluanjing slashed, the vermilion fell, and the battle clothes were dyed again.
The road of the swordsman, watching the sword, learning the sword, and understanding the sword, seeing the sword on the sword in one's life, and knowing the end of the sword, how far away.
Beginning to learn swords, Yin'er is very lucky, and she knows her destiny to lead the way. Today, I will see the only sword. The road to the sword is far surpassed by people of the same age.
Outside of the battle, Lord Mo's expression became more and more solemn, and it was true that the transformation body was inferior to the main body. However, the King of Red Luan Realm had already reached the late stage of the real world. In a short period of time, the transformation body's combat power was not too weak. It is shocking to be caught in such a hard fight.
Who is the swordsman in front of him, and why there has never been half a rumor before.
The setting sun shone on the fairyland, and the battle situation was in full swing. The situation was in a passive state, and the King Hongluanjing snorted loudly, and the red mist all over his body surged out sharply.
The invisible red mist spreads out and turns into a series of interlaced pieces of training, piercing the body of the swordsman.
The green sword slashes the red fog, the red fog spreads out, the progress is not diminished, the invisible overcomes the visible, and the decline is reversed.
Seeing this, Prince Yan's expression did not change. With a step, his figure withdrew, and with a wave of his hand, the green sword returned to its sheath, the sand sword filled the air, and swept into the battle.
Invisible to invisible, extreme merging, the legend steps back, walks with him, and deceives him again.
With a stab, the clothes on the right shoulder of King Hongluanjing cracked, and wisps of sand and dust swept across, like the sharpest sword, bringing out a waterfall of blood.
At this moment, Master Mo, who was watching the battle, finally moved, raised his right hand, and the immortal art reappeared.
The colorful light traversed, with a majestic and unparalleled momentum, thousands of feet vertically and horizontally, suppressing all methods, shocking the world with power, and swept towards the swordsman in the battle.
When the pressure hit, Prince Yan frowned slightly, waved his left hand, unsheathed the red sword, and slashed with one sword.
In the battle situation that changed in an instant, the King of Hongluanjing and Mozhu, who are also incarnations, chose to join forces to fight against the legend of the swordsman.
Below, seeing the two of them entering the battle together, the demon's eyes narrowed, although there were no waves, it was even colder.
"Ning Chen, will you be okay?" Yin'er asked with a worried look on her face, shaking the former's arm.
"Quiet, focus on watching the sword," Ning Chen reprimanded lightly.
"Oh"
After being reprimanded, Yin'er did not dare to be distracted any more and concentrated on watching the battle.
In the sky, the two powers joined forces, and the swordsmen took on the battle, a cold front, reflecting the blood-colored setting sun.
"Swords, Feihong"
The red sword in Prince Yan's hand slashed, the void collapsed, and the red sword waves swayed away, shocking the two who joined together.
"King of the Red Luan, speed up the decision, you and I are both incarnations, a long battle will be unfavorable," the ink master said solemnly.
"clear"
The King of Hongluanjing responded with a sound, turned his left hand, and the red mist rose sharply, intuitively seeing the sky, and the extremely terrifying power shook the sky.
On the other side, Master Mo also used the ability to transform the seven-colored immortal art, and immediately, the heaven and the earth were divided, and the colorful rays of light shone on the world.
Seeing that the two of them came to recruit extraordinary, Prince Yan's right hand condensed the Yuan, and pointed to the front, the green and red swords galloped into the air, the clouds hung down, and the circles reflected each other.
"Blue and red with the same breath, one breathless"
The two swords fell, and the cloud disk came into the world, engulfing everything. In an instant, the red fog and colorful rays of light disappeared, and they were swallowed up by the cloud disk.
With a muffled groan, the two of them stepped back together, a little blood dripped down, and the incarnation was hit hard again.
The cloud disk disappeared, and a smear of blood dripped silently from the corner of Prince Yan's mouth. It was the first time since the war that he saw red.
The sword's extreme intentions are endless, and the physical body becomes a constraint. Facing the siege of the two most powerful people in the world, the only flaw is finally found.
Observing the flaws in the former's physique, the master of ink and the king of Hongluan realm, Shen Yuan, absorbed his qi, gathered his strength, and concentrated on one move, one move, to end the legend of the swordsman.
The red fog filled the sky, the colorful sun shone through the sky, and the earth-shattering power surpassed the limits of the heavens and the earth. The already riddled Western Immortal Realm immediately fell to the brink of collapse, the mountains were destroyed, and everything fell.
The scene of doomsday shocked everyone present, and the power of reality was indescribable.
Above the void, Prince Yan stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the two of them, waved his right hand, and when the immortal sword, the crisscrossed chains were undone and dissipated invisible.
"Since you have come for this sword, how can you not let you see the power of the fairy sword?"
The words fell, and the blue, red, and sand swords coiled out at the same time, and the sword breath oscillated, echoing the gods in the sword.
The sound of the sword resounded throughout the world, and the immortal sword felt it, responding to the sound of the sword, the next moment, the immortal sword suddenly rose into the sky, the sword energy rumbled, and the sun and the moon changed dramatically.
"Four swords move the world, heaven and earth fall together"
Prince Yan pointed at the condensed move, four swords, twisting and turning, the endless sword pressure swept thousands of miles, and immediately, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the situation was crazy.
A moment later, a terrifying big collision sounded, the red fog and the colorful rays of light were instantly annihilated, double-strengthening the body, and at the same time humming in a muffled voice, it turned into a star point, dissipating between heaven and earth.
Immortal world, after many battles, this moment finally can no longer bear the power of destruction.
The real doomsday, thousands of miles, thousands of miles, ravines continue to spread, the earth is torn apart, and destruction is imminent.
During the battle, four swords flew down and returned to their sheaths one after another. The last sword, mottled with ancient meaning, neither gold nor jade, fell into the sword frame.
Tsing Yi fell, his face did not change, he waved his hand to put away the sword stand, and walked towards the front.
The shocked crowd retreated subconsciously, daring not to stand in the way.
"Let's go out of the fairyland, come to see me with swordsmanship"
For a moment, Prince Yan said calmly, and then walked away.
The voice that no one heard, not even Yin'er heard, the legend left, from beginning to end, without stopping half a step.
Ning Chen nodded silently and came down.
In the sky, the ruined Asgard Palace intensified its fall, and the great halls smashed into the ground, and the dust, sand, and angry waves were surging, which was terrifying.
The five sons of Momen, the princess Hongluan, the woman in white and others recovered from the shock and quickly avoided the collapsed world.
Beside Ning Chen, Yin'er was swaying to and fro, and her standing was unsteady due to the shaking ground.
"Ning Chen, this place is going to be destroyed, let's go quickly" Yin'er said with a little panic on her face.
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded lightly, his eyes looked at the five sons of Momen who were not far away, and a little light flashed. This time, Momen had suffered a heavy loss. Not to mention that he had gained nothing, even the incarnation of the Master Mo fell here.
Unexpectedly, a single immortal sword has led to so many terrifying powerhouses. Is the King of Red Luan the source of the change in the phoenix body? (PS: It's too late today, I can't bear it anymore, I'll make time in the past two days and add more updates to you)