Doomsday Rise

The Rise of the Doomsday text Chapter 1534, the water-drinking swordsmanship bamboo sword is fast, has surpassed the speed in the sense of space, and arrives in an instant.

The silver light bloomed, dazzling and dazzling, and the thunder god was faint, shocking people's hearts.

The sword is invincible.

Fist, destroy everything!

They collided suddenly, ripples rippled, the earth shattered, and cracks extended in all directions, up to 10 kilometers away. Buildings along the way collapsed one after another, and smoke and dust flew hundreds of meters into the sky.

Ding--

The bamboo sword that appeared in Liu Wei'an's heart was knocked away by an invisible force.

"Ask the heart finger? It's interesting to use the unique knowledge of "Da Leiyin Temple" on yourself!" Zhu Jian said.

"Can't your real body move?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"If you want to see me, you have to practice for another 3 years." Zhu Jian said.

"I feel your fear of me." Liu Wei'an said.

"It's not good to be too conceited!" Zhu Jian said.

laugh--

There was a sword mark on Liu Wei'an's arm, deep enough to reach the bone, Liu Wei'an's face remained unchanged, as if he was not the one who was injured, and the Judgment Fist suddenly hit the void.

Peng——

The fist fell to the rock, and the bamboo sword appeared, as if it was sent to the door on its own initiative.

"Does the "Dark Emperor's Scripture" still have this magical effect?" Zhu Jian was curious.

"What kind of swordsmanship do you have?" Liu Wei'an was not surprised that Li Yinxiu knew the "Dark Emperor's Book". There are very few martial arts that people of his level don't know.

"Drinking water swordsmanship!" Li Yinxiu didn't keep it a secret!

"Like a person who drinks water and knows how warm it is, drinking water and swordsmanship, a good name!" Liu Wei'an praised.

"You can still laugh!" Li Yinxiu said.

"Shouldn't I be happy to be able to defeat the drinking water swordsmanship?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"Right,

It is indeed an honor to be able to die under the drinking water swordsmanship! " Li Yinxiu laughed dumbfounded, the bamboo sword was split into two, one piercing the heart and the other between the eyebrows.

It is impossible for one sword to become two. Liu Weian is sure to have only one sword, but he has no way to tell which one is false and which one is real. The "Dark Emperor's Book" is running crazily, and black mist surges, filling this space.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, Liu Weian's fist fell, blocking his heart, and the sharp sword energy hit the fist, and a ray could open a mountain.

Liu Wei'an's upper body swayed, and his left hand touched the bamboo sword. An ancient and mysterious aura overflowed, and the surface of the bamboo sword suddenly became dark. Retracting like an electric shock, Liu Weian's eyes brightened and he strode forward.

"Great Judgment Fist!"

The extremely dazzling fist hit the bamboo sword, like a continent hitting the sea, creating waves.

boom--

boom--

boom--

...

The speed of Liu Weian's punches was not fast, but they were interlocking without any gap in between. He threw out thirty-eight punches in one breath, and the bamboo sword took thirty-eight blows. Liu Weian suddenly accelerated, his fist turned into a grab, and he grabbed the bamboo sword. His palm turned red, like a piece of hot iron.

"Red Sun Palm!"

In an instant, streams of sword energy hit his palm, and Liu Weian felt that what he was holding was not a bamboo sword, but a giant python.

Between the palms, there was a faint sound of thunder and flashes of lightning.

Suddenly, the sword energy of the bamboo sword soared, making a chi-chi sound,

The blood burst out, and a ray of fluctuation flashed away.

Liu Wei'an retreated three meters violently, and the bamboo sword was reinserted into the diversion river, but the diversion river was no longer there, but the position where the bamboo sword was inserted was exactly the same as before.

Liu Wei'an lowered his head, looked at his right hand, there were dozens of sword marks criss-crossing, each one could see the bones, blood protruded, and a strong sword intent stayed on the scars, attacking the power of "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra".

The blood fell on the ground drop by drop, was absorbed by the soil, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The sword will never die!" Liu Weian raised his head and looked at the bamboo sword in the middle of the river expressionlessly.

"Attack the soul!" Li Yinxiu's voice contained strong murderous intent, "You must not be kept!"

"Please!" Liu Weian raised his hand, and a bow appeared in his hand.

"Straight arrows!"

A long, extraordinary ray of light cut through the void, and appeared in the middle of the river in an instant. Too fast, only the light can be seen, but the arrow body cannot be seen.

"Xiao Daoer!" Li Yinxiu drew out his sword, bursting out ten thousand sword qi, chi chi chi chi, dense sword marks appeared on the ground, bottomless, cracks in the void loomed, the black phone flickered, it was extremely terrifying.

Ding--

An arrow suddenly appeared from the void and hit the bamboo sword against the hilt. The bamboo sword swung suddenly and froze for a moment, as if a person had an expression of astonishment when he saw something unexpected.

Serial arrows!

The stagnation was short, but it was enough for Liu Weian. His fist was still stained with blood, but he didn't care, and threw it at the tip of the bamboo sword.

The strongest point is also the weakest point.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

The Great Judgment Fist is invincible, but at this moment, it seems that it has lost its due power, and the bamboo sword bursts with incandescent sword energy, breaking the fist wind that contains the coercion of heaven and earth, splitting it in half. Liu Wei'an's eyes were like electricity, "Dark Emperor's Scripture" and "Indestructible Inheritance Scripture" were running at the same time, making the roar of the Yangtze River, and the inner breath was endless.

"How many more punches can you throw?" Li Yinxiu asked. The Judgment Fist consumes a lot of energy. No one can punch continuously, and the old lunatic can't punch for a long time. Liu Wei'an has been attacking for nearly half a cup of tea.

"How many more punches can you take?" Liu Wei'an asked back, with a long breath that didn't show any signs of decay.

Huge craters appeared on the ground, as if hit by meteorites. Above the sky, a group of dark clouds slowly condensed, and thunder and lightning flickered. The figures of Liu Wei'an and Zhu Jian gradually blurred.

laugh--

A stream of blood sprayed out, and a wave of fluctuations slowly dissipated in the air.

Liu Wei'an retreated 100 meters violently. After landing, he staggered. There was a sword hole close to his heart.

"I didn't expect that I still couldn't beat you!" Liu Weian's expression turned ugly.

"You are already very good!" Li Yinxiu's voice was flat, and no other emotions could be heard.

"Come back next time, it will be the day you die!" Liu Wei'an said.

"See you next time, my injury has recovered!" Li Yinxiu said.

"Just right, it's interesting to kill you at your peak!" Liu Wei'an said.

"I'm looking forward to it. Next time we meet, how far can you grow? In these years, I have rarely seen people like you." Li Yinxiu said.

Liu Wei'an took a deep look at the bamboo sword. From the beginning to the end, Li Yinxiu's real body didn't appear, and he was injured by just a sword. He was very unconvinced, but he also knew that Li Yinxiu couldn't be killed this time, so he turned around and left in an instant.

Whoosh—

The bamboo sword disappeared into the sky.

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