Dominating Sword Immortal

The 179th chapter is difficult to meet

Hey!

Mars rushed into the sky, and Lin Biao’s ready-to-fire Scorpio hit was not yet displayed, and it was broken by Ye Chen’s sword. The timing was just when the old force had been exhausted.

A sword takes the lead, and the leaves are turned and moved. The star-marked sword in the hands is vigorously swayed, full of explosive attitudes, and the strong sword light is like a thunder, such as the sea of ​​clouds, every stroke will make people live. An irresistible feeling.

"Damn, dark inflammation kills!" Lin Biao was shocked and angry. He couldn't think of Ye Chen's change of fighting style, becoming sharp and full of offensiveness. In front of the game, he clearly saw the type of tricks. I rarely voluntarily attacked and saw that my fighting rhythm was destroyed. Lin Bian even had no chance to fully display the killings. Under the last resort, the left hand replaced the iron gun and condensed an egg-sized dark red fireball. To Ye Chen.

In fact, the current leaf dust is the real leaf dust, full of aggressiveness, sharp and sharp, and all the opponents on the road will be shackled by his sword without any hesitation, but before that, He wants to get some insights from other people and enrich himself, so he hides his own edge and sees the move.

Now, these kinds of realizations are almost enough. As for the few people who have never handed over, there is no need to learn from one stroke. After all, the game has been exposed to the present, and everyone’s cards are frequently exposed. The knowledge has already been seen, and it is worth pondering. .

The fireball exploded fiercely and the four volumes were strong.

"Shadowing!"

Numerous overlapping figures burst open, and the leaf dust body flashed, avoiding the blasting range of the fireball, appearing on the right side of Lin Biao, his wrists trembled, and the thunder-like sword light sprang out, and each sword seemed to pass the most accurate The measurement, the trick is to kill.

Oh...

Lin Biao’s body is weakened, leaving only a thin layer, and his heart is not screaming. He is different from Tuo, and the pain is to attach most of the instinct to the skin. The gas is not so strong, he is just the opposite. The infuriating body is definitely the eleventh level of strength, and the intensity is very high. However, under the continuous Jianguang of Ye Chen, there are signs of support, which makes How can he not be surprised.

"Fire Yuan Shield!"

More blazing heat came out, and in front of Lin Biao, a shield of shadows formed by a flame was formed. The shadows of the shields were thick and heavy, and they were all over the pattern. Because of the hot and hot gas, they sputtered from time to time. A distinct Mars.

A break!

Jianguang was finally bounced off by Huo Yuandun and it was difficult to get in.

"Fast sword!"

The footwork is unreal, and the leaf dust is stuck up and down. The star mark sword in the hand is slanted at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.

when!

The shadow of the shield was hit, and the sword was sharp and pointed to Lin Biao’s chest.

"There is too much bullying." Lin Biao was furious. Since the start of the diving dragons, there has never been a chance for him to even take out his shots. His heart is full of anger, and Tianzhu Zong’s martial arts suddenly broke out and condensed in vitro. Five shields of phantom, sealed all dead ends.

Ye Chen brows a pick, the sword moves, from the fast sword to the solitary peak lore, the six-year-old sword-like mood is filled out, covering the scope of Lin Biao.

"I don't believe you can break my fire shield."

Under the influence of the lonely peak lore, Lin Biao's reaction speed was significantly slower. At this time, he couldn't take the dodge, the right palm broke open, and the blood spattered out, preparing to resist the leaf dust attack while giving the other party. A fatal blow.

Hey!

What happened to Lin Biao was that Ye Chen said that he would retreat and there was no sign. This made him feel a sense of depression in the void, and even the blood in his hands was almost broken, and the city wall was destroyed. But it is here. At the time, the leaf dust that retreated to a dozen meters away was once again recruited.

"Heavenly clouds!"

Holding the sword in both hands, the leaf dust coat was hunting and flying, and a sword came over.

Lin Biao's face was stunned, and the **** gun tip formed by the blood on his right hand was formed. With his right hand slamming, the volcano broke out.

The raging flames skyrocketed, and the thunder and the wind snarled, and two very different killings were stacked together. Anyone who embraced the Yuan Dynasty would die.

"broken!"

The killing moves canceled each other, and Ye Chen’s figure exploded again. Dozens of figures rushed toward Lin Biao. For a while, Lin Biao couldn’t tell which one was the body of Ye Chen, which is the infuriating shadow, silent. In the interestlessness, a sword stabbed into the gap between the fire and the shield, and on the shoulder of Lin Biao, a bloodshot rose.

"A very powerful means, first of all, to consume Lin Biao's final killing, and then only to hit and kill, so that the opponent did not turn over." Li Daoxuan took a deep breath, his heart secretly.

Snapped!

The Scorpio patriarch was gloomy and his hand was suddenly cracked by him.

"This sub-committee is really deceitful!" Next to it, Tianzong Zong's elders did not know what to say, and for a long time they took out a sentence.

The Scorpio Scorpio snorted and did not speak.

Devouring the enthusiasm of Lin Biao's dragon veins, the dragon-shaped illusion of leaf dust swells to an unprecedented height, reaching eight feet and five, and chasing the strict red fire and the scorpion holy.

"You..." Lin Biao looked down at the small sword hole on his shoulder. It seemed that he still didn't believe he had lost. There was no fire in the fire.

At the referee's seat, the referees met with each other and announced that Ye Chen won the competition.

Next is the confrontation between Sikong and Tuoba.

The strength of the extension of the hardship is among the younger generation, but his opponent is Si Kongsheng, the king of the young generation of Nanzhuo, the attack power does not reach the level of strict red fire, even the qualifications of the challenge are not, no suspense lost. game.

......

Sixty-seventh round.

"In the first game, Murong fell to the city against the dust."

At the opening of the sixty-seventh round of competition, the audience was boiled up. Murong’s Allure and Yechen are all popular young generations. The popularity of the audience is the top three, plus the same powerful strength. They are quite looking forward to it.

On the stage.

In the purple coat, Murong's face mask is gauzy, and the figure is graceful and slender. The scorpion with purple in the darkness seems to be two sly stars, which makes people unable to open their eyes, while the opposite leaf dust is blue, with a long sword. The manners are steady, the posture is generous, and the world is independent.

At this moment, everyone has a stunning feeling.

Murong pours a faint smile. "I haven't seen you for more than a year. I don't think your progress is so great. Lien Chan is winning in a row, I am afraid I will not win you."

It is impossible to say that it is not surprising. In the Sanjiang City of the Psychic State, Ye Chen is only the early warrior in the Yuanyuan, and the sword is also promoted to Xiaocheng. It is equivalent to Wei Renjie, but he has not seen it for more than a year. Not only has it reached the 60% realm, but the practice of swordsmanship and self-cultivation has been soaring and soaring, reaching the point of inconspicuousness, which has made her a bit curious.

"The personal situation is different." Ye Chen said.

Murong nodded and nodded, "So let's get started!"

A look of seriousness, Murong City immediately urging the magic field, the left hand to display the devil, and the right hand to attack with the big magic handprint.

Faced with the offensive of Murong's Allure, Ye Chen's body shape flickered, avoiding the devil's scorpion, while the star-scarred sword was immediately squirted, and the sword was fierce, colliding with the sacred handprint of Murong.

The sword gas was annihilated, and Murong's allure was frowned. In the line of sight, Ye Chen made a way to defeat Lin Biao's avatar. His figure was everywhere, layered, difficult to distinguish.

"The devil is strangled!"

With both hands in the air, Murong is running in the magic field and gently twisting it.

Puff puff!

At least a dozen of the infuriating shadows were shattered by the magic field, and a large piece was emptied, but the next one was greeted by the sword light that was comparable to the thunder in the sky, and slammed on the magic field of the body, stirring up one. Bobo, making her bloody.

"Power field cutting!"

Heart-to-hand manual, Murong City casts a force field cut in the position of the sword light masculine, the force field cutting containing the two magical fields is extraordinarily terrible, tearing the table top and plowing a deep Traces of the pen, spread straight.

With a bang, another piece of innocence was shredded.

"Lonely peak lore!"

The leaf dust body appeared outside the range of Murong's three-footed city, close to the magic field of the sky. He ignored the role of the magic field, his wrist flipped, and the star-mark sword stabbed in a decisive posture, and the mood was ready to send the other side. Covered.

Hey!

The sword gas and the magic field collided with each other, and the generated force field ripples spread out, acting on Ye Chen and Murong.

Murong’s face was white. Just now, her reaction speed was affected. She did not launch a counterattack at the best time. Instead, she was countered by her own magic field. She suffered some minor injuries, and Ye Chen had to step back. It opened up and only suffered some aftermath of the force field.

Sixty percent of the swordsmanship alone can't break through the magical field of Murong's Allure. Ye Chen uses the avatars and shadows to stick to the three feet of Murong's Allure. From time to time, he displays the two kinds of killings. Encourage, strive to destroy the stability of the magic field, do not give the other breath.

In the past dozens of rounds, Murong’s face became paler. Others said that the Dafa is difficult, but who knows the hardships of Ye Chen, and he has taken the lead, and even a handful of no effort, she can now appreciate Lin Biao's feelings.

After another ten rounds, Murong pours the city: "No need to compare, I lost!"

Wen Yan, Ye Chen took the star mark sword *** scabbard, back ten steps.

"Carrying!"

Ye Chen’s victory was unexpected and unexpected. Everyone did not think that the aggressive leaf dust would be so powerful, so that Lin Biao and Li Daoxuan couldn’t help but the magic field, which made him unable to play it. Some role.

"Master, this person is too difficult." Next to Sikong Sheng, a core disciple of the Hanging Mountain frowned and said.

Si Kong's face was indifferent, and there was no fluctuation. He said faintly: "The combat experience is good, but unfortunately, under absolute strength, these have no meaning." In his eyes, Yan Chihuo can make him a little more serious, no. What threats are there, as for Ye Chen, like Yan Honghuo, perhaps even worse.