"Take it to death!" Zhao Pu stepped forward with a grin. It hits with a palm, the palm is in an array, and the chains of spirits gush out, covering the sword at extreme speed.
"Zhentian Palm!" In no particular order, Ming Ye followed with lightning strikes.
The whole person exploded with a shocking aura, and in an instant, a huge palm print was condensed in the sky. In the end, it fell from the sky, brilliant, and the oppressive world trembled, suffocating and terrifying.
"Break the sword and cut the dragon!" The sword is like an angry dragon, majestic and unbreakable, the whole person is completely violent, and his eyes are red with madness.
Its human treasure elephant is solemn, solemn, and silently recites spells. Its momentum is like a rainbow, and it continues to rise. The whole breath is wild, like a bloodthirsty beast.
The huge knife lay across it, emitting a blast of light.
"Bang Bang Bang..." The giant knife took the initiative to split and open, like a volcanic eruption, and the rain blasted away from the sky, all shooting forward in anger.
For a time, it was like a garden of meteors, dazzling with brilliance, shining brightly, this world, misty and rainy, and colorful, with shock waves sweeping across the void like a hurricane.
Accidentally poured onto the ground, leaving deep marks on the wasteland.
"Give up!" Ming Ye said coldly, killing intently and frantically, his hands moving even more.
There were blood stains on his body, but it was all spattered by the blood of the sword, adding a piece of iron blood. At this moment, he is like a king who dominates the six realms, overlooking the sword, invincible, and proud of the world.
"I'm like a sword, I'm still there, the soul of the sword is immortal, I haven't lost?" The voice of the sword, like a howl of a sword, was full of fierce fighting intent.
"Fight!" The sound was like a thunderstorm, sounding forever.
Others are like knives, extremely gorgeous, and their piercing sword aura stirs up the sky.
Faced with the two in this way, only the intent to fight, not the slightest fear.
"Human swords are one!" Ming Ye said enviously, the quality of this generation of Haohaizong disciples was too high, and his heart was jealous, and nameless anger rose to the sky.
"He used a secret method." Soon the two of them realized that the spiritual power state of the saber was very wrong, but this deepened their killing intent.
After all, you can rely on the means to unite humans and swords, indicating that you are not far from this realm, and now is the best time to kill.
Vaguely, the aura is overwhelming, and it rushes brightly into the sky. The sword is a stubborn hand knife. It is sharp and sturdy, opening and closing, sweeping the world, and approaching the two people's defense line.
Zhao Pu turned into a wisp of black light, whizzing thunderously, wind and cloud turbulent, impartial, and happened to avoid it.
But the night roars, the strange and handsome face, if the god of war possesses, the breath is violent, roaring and shocking. He displayed the Nine Ghost Seal of the Yellow-Order Martial Skill, and for the first time, I saw him play the dazzling and unpredictable seal.
In a trance, there seemed to be a scene of a ghost and a cruel death, and it was about to reap life. The momentum rose up and it was shocking. The last ghost of the ghost appeared, lingering in the thick black fog, and it was very strange.
Rumble, finally a big ghost, completely black, as if crawling out of the darkest place, full of hideous and dark.
In an instant, he didn't avoid going upside down, and his aura became more vigorous, so the two collided. After all, the attack of the battle sword has cost the money, and someone must resist it. Otherwise, the consequences will be worrying.
The two collided, the black mist was churning, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, blooming like fireworks, a flash of spiritual light flew by, and Zhao Pu brought the array to it.
But I don't want to, just at the most critical moment of this war.
The three of them were surprised, and even showed signs of slowing down their hand speed, but the saber was happy, and the other two had a look at them, and they were a little gloomy.
Long Wu's small universe has exploded. For a long time, as a fairy of the Haohai Sect, she has been protected by the same family, and her strength itself is not bad, until now, she can finally show her fairy posture.
The dragon dance's body is slender, concave and convex, facial features are correct, the skin is white, delicate, and elastic, and the eyes feel that it will break if touched.
Her arrogant phoenix eyes are full of anger, fluttering, long hair fluttering, supple, beautiful posture, but with deadly danger, red gown, dancing in the sky, curled up and lifelike, shining under the flashing aura. Brilliance.
Really, this woman was only in the sky, but she didn't know who she was in the world.
The land she drifted over is filled with brilliance, dancing shadows, long-lasting, and become a beautiful landscape.
"Four seasons dance all spirits!" For a while, she came slowly like spring, causing the breeze to rise from the sky and the earth.
In this state, with only one blow, it hit a large array of forbidden auras, flashed again and again, overflowed with spiritual power, and even appeared gaps.
The second and third blows followed, shaking the foundation of the big array...
The fourth blow, a short pause, the next moment, the world is full of newness, the atmosphere is cold, first all the spirits are forced to helplessly, through the cold winter, thoughtful creatures, full of feelings, the snow falling from the sky is a flower and not a flower. .
Finally, this time, under a battle spear made of ice and snow, under the sky, it broke through the corner of the spirit formation, her eyes were bright, and she stood out from the formation that was caught in the violent shock.
Her dress is fluttering, elegant and unparalleled, with emotions, and ups and downs. Ignoring myself, his eyes swept around.
It was the discovery of Qinghe who was suppressed by the trapped spirit formation. Suddenly, his pretty face became cold, and the cold light in Feng's eyes disappeared in a flash.
The two are both very popular female disciples of the Haohaizong. They usually disagree with each other and compete, but they still treat each other as good friends from the bottom of their hearts.
Seeing this scene, Qinghe was knocked unconscious and trapped in a large formation, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Can she not feel sad and angry
"Four seasons are distinct palms!" She moved really angry, her eyes spitting fire.
One hand is like spring, the world is like a lazy dragon awakening, and all souls leave the gate... The other hand evolves like a summer realm, and the high sun is above, and it is extremely hot.
Autumn swallows grow under their feet, the fruits are ripe, and the crops are harvested (in fact, life). There is also a foot lingering in heavy snowflakes, like a fairy walking on the snow to find plums, but there is also a cold and murderous, icy cold.
Between the sky and the earth, there was a sharp whistling sound, an arc of air swirling in the sky, aura shaking the sky, I saw this colorful rainbow, accompanied by boundless rays of light, shooting at the opponent furiously.
"Boom..." The loud noise was harsh, shocking the world, and the sound of teeth fell faintly.
She broke into Qinghe's big formation, the rest of the small formations broke through with her hands, and finally...
"I'll hold him for a while, don't keep your hand, kill this broken knife first!" Ming Ye roared, like crazy, and immediately displayed the strongest martial arts.
Although Zhao Pu is a scholar with a handsome face, at this moment, he is unambiguous, his sword eyebrows are slightly erect, and his murderous aura is looming. The hand-printing method is very dazzling and rippling thousands of auras. Among them, a powerful and earth-shattering spiritual attack is brewing. Array.
In the dark night, the thunderbolt travels in the shadows, disillusionment ceaselessly, and the sky becomes one, and the two hands suddenly merge into one, like the cloudy sky and the earth, turning into one, like becoming a dragon and flying around the sky.
At that time, he was as magnificent as the foothills, towering over the clouds, flowing out of the aura that crushed the sky, as if he wanted to suppress the Nine Nether Sea.
The black and purple fog spread, covering his Zhoutian, a giant figure several feet high flashed out of him, and a strong sense of oppression permeated the sky and the earth.