Divine Brilliance

The forty-seventh chapter is defeated by a sword (seeking for a monthly ticket)

"Ding!"

A crisp sound, when the black sè Jianguang, with endless black cháo, slammed down. [This chapter is updated by netizens for you] The long gun in Yuan Fei’s hand is turned into countless pieces of powder. The whole person’s body also has numerous blood marks.

And when that black cháo, all faded. Yuan Fei was unable to support it any more, squatting back and forth for more than a dozen steps, one hand was stained with blood by blood, and shivered slightly. Strongly holding a breath, never fell. A **** sputum, and swallowed back into the stomach.

Then the eyes are full of bloodshot, and I will definitely look at the opposite side. It seems that I can't believe it. The sword that shattered the heavens and the earth was hand-picked by the opposite person.

The yù is a faint expression, and the black sword is called to the front.

"The original brother, the inheritance!"

The entire space crack is a silence, and the needle can be heard. All the disciples of Cangsheng Road, at this moment, are ugly.

Yuan Fei is the seventh-order peak, with a big gun in his hand, almost the crown of the mén. Many people have personally taught.

- It can be like such a top figure, but it is not an enemy of yin and yin!

The smell of the first snow sighed, she was cursing this Yuan Fei, defeated the loss and finally lost. Unexpectedly, this guy actually lost so badly!

Although it is annoyed that Yuan Fei is rude, but also knows that this time the sacred road, it is estimated that it is a shame.

Fang Wen’s eyes were also slightly cold, and once again, I was cold and looked at it.

It seems that the sword of the sword son is surprisingly strong. It seems to be an accident, this person's unrequited face.

Meditation for a moment, Fang Wen still waved his sleeves toward the back. The sword that stood behind him immediately met. From the air, it fell straight into the field. But there is no such arrogance as Yuan Fei, and the sword is standing, and the ceremony is a little: "There is a sword in the road, and I have seen the son -"

The voice has not fallen, but it has been directly interrupted by yù: "You are not talking about autumn, what is the benefit of fighting with you?"

The sword has a look, and there is a hint of dissatisfaction in the eyes, but only a half interest, the light has returned to calm, a slight smile: "The only son. In my life, good at swordsmanship, not just talking about autumn One person. In the end, if you can be an opponent of the son, you have to try it!"

I was stunned and picked up, and then I smiled coldly: "That's it!"

When the voice fell, the black sword smashed out countless black silk. With the sword shadow popping up, the whole space cracks, and it is also so stunned.

With a sword brow, pick it up and look at it. Then the temperament of the whole person is a change, just like a vast void, can accommodate everything, and vain.

The Jianguang rushed to Baizhang, and he retracted slightly and became more solid. Then it was turned into a piece of sword shadow, layer by layer distributed in front of the body, thick and strict. Hearly, the space in front of him will be twisted and twisted!

Ling Yunzong disciples around the goods, seeing the situation are a joy. Recognizing this is a mén Dazu Mijian of the esoteric mén, which was created by the ancestors of the Cangsheng Dao, and claimed to be the first defender of the mén. The order of the ninth class of 撼 级 martial arts!

Not far away, those who rushed to watch the battle were also surprised. Many people have revealed a little bit of seriousness.

There is no change in the look of yù. But when the black sè Jianguang broke into the layered sword cháo. Those entangled filaments are smashed into countless black sè lightnings, violently erupting, spreading wildly around, and putting thousands of swords. All are scattered. All the distorted spaces are also smashed!

That wide sword, more smashed into a sword of ten feet long, absolutely smashed the world, shatter everything!

It is almost like a broken bamboo, and no matter how the sword shadow, how to resist, it is directly extinct and smashed! In the end, it was light and nothing, and it was wrapped around the neck of the sword, leaving a blood mark.

And the face with the sword, there is no half blood. The sword in his hand, along with his hand, is also twitching. An eight-order spirit, although not broken. Above the blade, there have been numerous gaps.

Knowing the talent, if it is really life and death. His own head has already been left by this person!

And all the people watching the battle here are also breathable. Many of the disciples of the sects are somewhat unbelievable and look at this scene.

When Yuan lost in the past, it was an accident. At this time, this sword, but fully prepared, is still defeated by this sword. They are all white and white, and they feel like they are being slap in the face. There are some stunned, these two people in the sect mén, is already a very sè figure.

A few people in the back Xie An Xuan Ye may not be stronger than them. But if even this yù and a sword can't be picked up, then what about the face of the eternal life?

绝 ù ù ù ù ù 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全 全Faintly said: "Your swordsmanship is good, and the big swords of the sacred roads are also really good. Just the swordsmanship practice, but some are unsatisfactory! The flaws everywhere, but they must be strong, it is self-sufficiency. To be my opponent, Wait until you take the sword and repair it to the peak!"

The face with the sword, first white, and then red. Dazu Mijian, although the esoteric mén secret, the ninth martial arts. But his sword practice is really not home.

Must be in the Buddha's house, is the place where the 'Emperor' dwells, a giant mountain with a height of 84,000.

However, Xunzi, named after these two sets of swordsmanship, is to take the mustard.

The sword is meant to be a sword. It is also one of the most difficult to understand in all martial arts ideas.

Therefore, within this mén, although it is the inheritance of the mén ninth-grade swordsmanship, it is also known as the first guardian of the mén, but few people practice.

If you say yù, it’s also a good word. If you change to other good swords, you may be able to support it for a while.

At this time, there is no face left in the field, and then stay in the field. With the sword holding the fist, he walked back directly.

At this time, the first snow, it is a breath of cold air. When the sword was brought out of the sword, she almost thought that in this world, no one could break the heavy sword.

Can still be defeated, so crisp and neat!

It is not that the scalp is numb, and I think that I may face such an opponent soon after, and I feel that I am guilty.

It is estimated that even if you are on the court, you can knock yourself down with just a finger.

Just when I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt someone, taking a shot on her shoulder.

"Snow, shouldn't it be scared?"

The first snow was shocked. When he turned around, he saw the Zongshou, and he smiled and stood aside.

First, I took a long sigh of relief, and then I felt strange: "Less Lord, you are not in a retreat to attack the day? How come out?"

At this time, the atmosphere of Zong Shou’s body is definitely less than seven steps.

"Only the last step, just happened to hear that this is absolutely yù on mén, and there is something āo on behalf of you, just ran out and distracted!"

Zong Shou replied casually, and his eyes fixed on the direction of the y. Then I sighed with a sigh: "This is absolutely yin, it’s amazing! I really don’t want to sweep the sword of the three thousand worlds in the future-"

The latter sentence is a low whisper. The first snow did not hear clearly, but it was even more foggy: "What sweeps the world of three thousand?"

"It's nothing!"

Zong Shou shook his head and then extended his hand: "Give me the words of your body, seal the spirits, and give them all!"

The first snow looked awkward, and then he did not hesitate. He tore all the symbols of his body, and all of them were in the hands of Zongshou.

Just a glimpse of it, I feel the difference in body. All the weights are removed, and the body is feeling light and incomparable.

After the seal was removed, there was no barrier between her soul and the spirit of heaven and earth.

In the past, in order to maintain my body, I was always floating from the ground. She needs to go all out to touch every moment, to make the psionic power of the day,

At this time, there is no need to deliberately contact, and the energy around the world is coming. In her body, cheering and jumping.

Zong Shou took a hand and shoved the dozens of symbols. Then again the effect: "Do you feel like yourself, can you fly?"

The first snow suddenly disappeared, and then nodded very surely. At this moment, she feels herself, very brisk, and after she has no bondage, there is a feeling of flying and flying.

There is an illusion that you don't even need to use the inner interest, you can fly without the use of soul power.

"So I can remember the sword that I used when I met your grandfather?"

How can she not remember the first snow pupil? Zong Shou had let her, the sword that was remembered. Never forget, so far can recall every detail of that night.

"The good attacker, when it moves on nine days!"

- Smart and incomparable, no trace can be found, light and elegant!

That is the sword, so that Zong Shou will not be able to conceal the half-piece sleeves of the tiger.

"So now, Cher, can you have confidence and throw out such a sword?"

The first snow of the double fist, violently gripped, the subconscious right hand m squatted to the hilt of his waist.

Ōng is the heart of the cháo surge ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This sword style, she used to think about it, only feel frustrated and incredible. The more the martial arts are deeper, the more you feel the skill of the sword, and it should not exist in the world.

However, at this time, there was a sudden confidence. It seems that this sword has enough power to display it!

"Just help you!"

Zong Shou whispered a smile, and then handed a gold sè character, and pointed it at the beginning of the snow.

At the beginning of the snow, I recognized the character, and there was a word "yun". There was still a word on it. It seemed to be a 'pray'. It is not because of the apricot eye, and staring at Zong Shou.

Zong Shou is also slightly over-the-top, and whispered a sigh: "Reassured! It is a modified version, unfortunate. It takes three hours to attack. It is better than being shameful."

At this time, it was just that Xie An was on the scene. I only saw this one, but it was a calm look. I first took out a few escorts and recruited them one after another. Also sacrificed a silver shield, only stood in front of the yù.

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