"You don't have to be polite to me, otherwise you don't have a chance." Young Master Zhandao said coldly, with blade-like eyes, brilliant and charming.
"Okay!" When the words fell, Zhang Xiaotian slashed out with a hand knife. The blade was stunned into the sky. In the sky-like squally wind, there was a bright thunder and lightning. This was the ultimate power of the palm of the wind and thunder.
The sword shook his head. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaotian's attack. Between his fingers, a giant liquid spiritual power knife lay in front of him, letting Zhang Xiaotian's sword light raging, it remained intact afterwards.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaotian brought a sword to kill, and a big iron sword struck across, rolling spiritual power, like the stormy waves hitting the shore, with a terrifying aura.
"Is your strength only so small? You don't deserve to do it with me at all." The sword sneered and looked disdainful.
When the words fell, a wave of powerful spiritual power swept through, and the world was quite oppressive, and it was more powerful than Feiyu. This level of spiritual power fluctuations, even high-level spiritual power fluctuations, should be treated with caution.
"Which state are you in now?" Zhang Xiaotian was quite surprised and stopped. This kind of topic, among the monks, seldom asks directly, but Zhang Xiaotian can't help but can't see through this person.
"I don't know, but it's okay to suppress the high level of the Spirit Realm." The sword shook his head, not wanting to say more, then his tone changed, his face was cold, and he said sarcastically, "As for you! It can be crushed, under my feet."
"You are so arrogant!" Zhang Xiaotian took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
"For a trash that depends on relationships, am I polite!" Yu Nong, the color of the sword sneer.
"Okay, I don't need treasures, and a fair fight with you!" Zhang Xiaotian rushed straight into the sky with an eagerness to compete.
"Elm Head, if this is a battlefield, you can only be guilty of death if you say this." Zhan Dao scolded.
"I just want to prove myself!" Zhang Xiaotian said, eager to try.
"Hahaha." The saber laughed, looking down at Zhang Xiaotian, contemptuously, and made no secret of it, as if he looked at a sheep, and said, "If you lose, don't drag your grandfather."
"You say I can, dare to say my grandfather." Zhang Xiaotian gritted his teeth and said every word.
"I'm desperate, and I will pull you up." Zhang Xiaotian's eyes were blood red. These days, the Supreme Elder is very caring for himself, holding it in his hand for fear of dissolving, holding it in his mouth, afraid of falling off, Zhang Xiaotian is moved, but he does not know how to return.
Now, some people say to the face of the Supreme Elder, this is a kind of disrespect, Zhang Xiaotian can not be very angry. What's more, even today, as Zhang Xiaotian, in the Haohai sect, who dares to insult himself like this, and even connect with the elder too, is nothing more than blinding his eyes with hatred, but Zhang Xiaotian and this person have never met, Zhang Xiaotian can’t figure it out. Simply, you don't have to think about it, it's enough to prove yourself with strength.
"Stop talking nonsense, come on! Waste." The sword said coldly, with a slashed face, ruthless, flashing aura, dazzling eyeballs, in the palm of the hand, a giant psychic sword with a length of several feet is derived. The gloss is wrapped around, and when you smell it, it is sharp, and you rush toward you.
The person paced suddenly, swiftly stunned, and if a flying crane spread its wings, it shot at Zhang Xiaotian, slashed horizontally, before the sword arrived, there would be violent winds, and even more domineering sword aura rushed towards his face.
Zhang Xiaotian's body was tight, and he didn't dare to be slack in the slightest. Although this sword was arrogant, his strength was undoubtedly the number one dangerous man.
Zhang Xiaotian shot up with a sword, his arms trembling, extremely light, and the iron sword shook, the sword gas was gushing and white, and even more so, the sword was all seemingly true and not true, and there was no way to find it. What was even more terrifying was, a **** The sun is hidden in the void, waiting for a blow to pour out.
"Don't forget, I am a cultivator of the Spirit Realm." Zhan Dao was disdainful, mocking Zhang Xiaotian's ignorance.
In the void, a blade of liquid spirit power, if a shooting star rushes to the moon, Zhang Xiaotian's sword and imaginary moves will be defeated. Only one sword swayed.
"Sunset!" Zhang Xiaotian shouted violently. In an instant, the afterglow of the setting sun suddenly appeared, and the afterglow was crazy, dazzling, and the sword glow was raging, radiant. It finally gives people a sense of twilight.
At the same time, the sword came to suppress it with a single blow. The sword was so powerful that it was as powerful as a huge wave, layered on top of each other, and it was extremely violent.
"Dang!" In the shaking world, the sound of weapons hitting, deafening, the spirit wave suddenly swept away, that piece of heaven and earth, a vast expanse, became a place of spiritual power raging.
The metal tremor of the weapon reverberated endlessly. Zhang Xiaotian suddenly cast a killer, holding the sword in both hands and pressing it down, instantly, the aura was overwhelming, and the spiritual wave was surging. Immediately afterwards, he abandoned his sword and rushed forward, holding the unstable state of Qi and blood, and suddenly strode forward.
Its personification is Changhong, rushing and whistling, ghostly figure, if a cheetah strikes, bloody light will appear for a moment, dazzling, very coquettish, but it is a martial arts hunting shadow flash!
At the same time, the Shadowless Sword swept forward indefinitely, the void, the sword light swayed, dazzled, and the light was immense.
"Things that can't be on the table, you don't deserve to use a sword." Zhan Dao reprimanded. Immediately, he held the knife in one hand and greeted him with the other. Aura flashes, crystal-like spiritual power covers the palm of his hand, and he slaps Zhang Xiaotian domineeringly.
"A ray of sky!" The Gungun spiritual power was compressed to the extreme, and the sword body covering Zhang Xiaotian was exactly the crystalline spiritual power. When the iron sword swayed, the sword aura was overwhelming, the sharp sword aura, pervasive, fearing the world, a fiery and incomparable light, infinitely forward.
"Swing!" The sound of metal collision spreads between the sky and the earth. At the center point, sparks overflow, if the fireworks bloom continuously, it will be extremely gorgeous. The saber is actually shaking his hand to take over the sword. The power of the flesh made people tremble with fright.
The battle sword raced against time, the previous giant sword of spiritual power was withdrawn, and on the way, the huge blade of the blade wickedly hit Zhang Xiaotian's blade directly.
"Peng!" The extremely deep voice resounded through the world, with spiritual light surging into the sky, waves of air tumbling, strong winds all over the sky, waves of spiritual power spread like tides.
The sword screamed sharply, the sound wave shook the air, and the chaos fluttered, and the momentum rose. With five fingers wide open, palms facing down, rotate in a circle, and the majestic spiritual power ball in the palm is generated, really as dazzling as a small star.
The palm knife cut into it and stopped at the center. The two suddenly merged, and a wave of terrible spiritual power fluctuations spread out, and the void was extremely suppressed.
"Spirit source hand!" Huang Tier martial arts, the spirit comes from the hand, the hand and the spirit are one, the power is unmatched and unpredictable.
The palm of the war knife carried this, and a hand knife slashed across Zhang Xiaotian’s waist. The wind generated by the wind swayed Yingye and blew Zhang Xiaotian’s body. His clothes were hunting and hunting. To be destroyed.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaotian roared, causing the violent wind to roll, and his black eyes were shining brightly. He was cruel, his eyes were reddish, and the whole person was violent.