Legend of the Cultivation God

"Star fight!! Not good!!" Zhu Chengye saw this scene, and immediately gave birth to a glimpse of the realization, as if he had heard of this thing!

"Fast! A group of disciples are fighting, resisting the attack of this thing!" Zhu Chengye was born like a golden voice from the giant sword, and he himself turned the sword, slowly flew to the meteor that rushed!

"Quick and fast..." All Mingjian sects are also awake. After a big shock, they rushed to change their formations, but they just stabilized, and some disciples called. "No, I have to wait for the top of my head." ......"

Sure enough, waiting for everyone to exclaim, and it’s a bright spot, the light is getting bigger and bigger, and it’s getting brighter...

"There, over there..." The eyes of the swordsmen have not been removed from the light, and there are many swordsmen shouting, and the stars around the swordsmen. Among them, more than a dozen spots are moving, and they really can't take it!

"The disciples are flustered! Formed into a formation, defending all around!" The cold voice passed and all the disciples rushed. .

This Ming Jianzong disciple is also a good one. It only becomes a defensive formation in a moment, like a huge sphere, rushing around!

At this time, the earliest spot was approaching, and a great pressure came out from the starry sky. From the spotlight, it came to the dead starry sky, and it will face this light sword. The heart of the man is dead! ! !

At this point, the spot can already be seen clearly. It is a sphere of several dozen feet! The ball made a "呜呜~" sound, and there seemed to be a long tail behind it! The whole ball slowly rotates, and the long brilliance splashes around the ball. The ball looks like a huge stone, and there are no corners of ordinary stones on the surface, and some huge faintly flowing on it. Inspire the ripples!

"嘎" a sound of swords, as if the song of the fairy, Zhu Chengye's illusion of Feijian did not hesitate to meet the huge stone!

Wind hunting, the feeling of destroying the earth is coming from the ball!

The sword light swayed, and the swordsmanship above the giant sword waved under this huge pressure!

"Boom ~" Just as the tens of thousands of Ming Jianzong disciples were afraid, the ball finally hit the great sword of Zhu Chengye's illusion. A huge qi was born between the ball and the giant sword, a deafening loud noise. At the same time, it is born with an unmatchable shock and a sword!

"Brushing brush..." It seems that the wind has blown over the rice straw. Hundreds of swords repaired by the sword are hit by this air wave, and more swordsmen are more uncertain!

After a while, the sound and the waves were gradually subsided. Everyone hurriedly looked at Zhu Chengye, but they saw the swordsmen of the three swords that were regarded by them as the gods. At this time, the giant swords were bleak, and several Jianhua gaps. Even the sword of the entire Great Sword is making a slight tremor, I don’t know if it’s been hit by the ball or because of other...

"This ball is the mana of the Taoist monk!" Zhu Chengye's voice was not heard, but all the monks heard a trace of exhaustion from the voice. "There was a Taiqing in the circle." Zonghe and the Beast Gate, if they are disciples of these two factions, there should be close to 100,000 disciples. Although these disciples have different mana, they can use their tactics to unify their mana. Although the old man has turned his sword, he can face the ten. Wan Daozong disciples, still have no grasp, disciples, their nearly 100,000 Taoist monks do not dare to face me only a thousand swords and disciples, can only rely on this weird law, I will only eliminate this method The condensed mana is broken, and this array is naturally broken!"

"Ming Jian Zong Erlang, with the old man killing the monk!" Seeing the second ball is like a meteor, the whistling wind has already rushed into the ear, Zhu Chengye screamed, the giant sword first flew...

"Kill ~" Zhuang Ming and other people naturally do not dare to neglect, spur the flying sword, with Zhu Chengye also greeted up!

"Booming ~" is another ball that is not inferior to the first ball. It has been heard from the air and resounded throughout the starry sky!

Although there are a lot of bright swords and the swords of the pregnant sword disciples, there is no light, but this second ball is taken over, and even Zhu Chengye's giant sword has no special changes!

"Silk ~ these sword repairs are really good!" After the starry sky, De Xun and Huang Feng held the flagpole standing in the air, De Xun's eyes looked at the movement inside the starry sky, took a breath and said cold air.

At this time, the Taiqing sects, the disciples of the different beasts, and the disciples of the Xianle School were divided into three places, each of which was formed into a squad, and each of them was divided into different squads. The disciples of each squad were sitting differently in the low and low positions. The position of each person is different in the hands of the law, perhaps the disciples of each position are similar, but the disciples of each team's disciples are different!

"Yes, Hwang had just wanted to irritate Zhu Chengye deliberately, but he didn't have the slightest disorder! It was just when the day of the annihilation was revealed, it was just a trace of horror across the cheek..."

"Oh? Huang Daoyou... Can you actually see the look of Zhu Chengye's sword?" De Xun did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and his face was strange!

"Huang is naturally invisible!" Huang Feng's face changed slightly, faintly said, "But the sword on the sword is stable, there is no confusion, it must be the reason for Zhu Chengye's peace of mind!"

"Good!" De Xuanfu said, "Huang Daoyou said the idea! At that time, the old man got this sword map, and his heart is already very strange. I can’t think of this sword that has never seen the Star Wars but is stable. Really let the old man admire!"

"Unfortunately... This day is the battle of the annihilation... I am not too familiar with the disciples of the three factions. I can only force the mana to push the ball like a star!" Huang Feng sighed again, "If it is Give these disciples a dozen more work, these **** will be able to swim freely, even if faced with one hundred and ten magic swords, it will not be a word!"

"Hey, I am waiting for the three disciples, but there are hundreds of thousands!" De Xun’s mouth is smiling. "What is the killing of 100 swords? Even if it is a sword, you can kill it!"

"Is it? Is Xiong Daoyou saying this?" Huang Feng's face showed a different color.

De Coughing twice, whispered: "This is just the old man's guess. Where can Xiong Huasong boast such a mouth? However, listening to his meaning, this ten-party annihilation is a result of the murder of the ancient murderer, and it is already broken. Incomplete! In the complete battle of the heavens, the ball condensed by the 100,000 disciples' mana should follow the path of the real heavenly star. Under the attack, Zhu Chengye could not catch it! If there is an ancient murder Cloth is here, don't say magic sword, even the sword will be able to kill!"

"No...Is it impossible?" Huang Feng asked some incredulously. "The trajectory of Heaven is in the legend. Even if there is a simulation, it is impossible to realize it. How can these 100,000 disciples realize the heavens? The trajectory? Even you and me... haven’t you seen the real trajectory of heaven?”

"Hey, you don't understand this!" De Sighter swept through the dense and orderly disciples, and then looked at the stars, and a dozen **** were motivated from all directions. At the same time, he said, "What is heaven? The true heaven is unspeakable. The trajectory of the stars under the road is unfathomable. But there is a kind of heavenly embodiment in the mortal beings, for example, one. The singer of the beasts is a straight trajectory. If you add another xianle disciple, the trajectory may change. After you add another Taiqing disciple, the trajectory is even more It’s unpredictable!”

"Hey, Hwang understands!" Huang Feng immediately realized that "the heavens and the chaos are inaudible, and the 100,000 disciples motivated the mana to control the ball. There is no track at all, and it is not the same as the unspeakable." Really? Is the ball even more like a real star, powerful?"

De Xun took a glimpse of the heart, and had a new opinion on this monk who had some aunty words. To tell the truth, when Xiong Huasong talked about this, he himself thought for a long time, even combined with Tai Qingzong. The general outline of some exercises is somewhat sensational. I did not expect that the monks in the early days of this strange animal door Jin Dan suddenly saw the mystery!

Before the yellow wind was focused on the starry sky, he muttered: "Actually, according to Huang’s thoughts, the real battle of the heavens is afraid that there is only one ball, and only one ball can make this The swordsman is completely killed? There is no need for so many **** at this time!"

"Nice!!! Xiong Daoyou... It is such a saying! It is a complete array of ancient murderers!" De Xun was even more astonished and wondered, "Is it difficult for Huang Daoyou to see such a strange array?"

Huang Feng was shocked and hurriedly laughed and said: "Huang is just a disciple of the same animal. I have seen such a squad. Even if it is the head of my beast, I am afraid I have never heard of such a strange array." Right? Huang is just saying that according to the followers of De Xundao, let me talk about it!"

Say, Huang Feng has always said: "The Taoist friends look at it quickly, these sword repairs really can't support it!"

Although there are some doubts in the heart of De Xun, I can still remember the big battle in my heart. I heard the words of the Yellow Wind and I have to look at the big battle.

Sure enough, at this time, within a large array, the dozens of **** have been motivated by the mana of the 130,000 disciples, screaming and rushing to more than a thousand swordsmen and disciples. These dozens of **** will bring these disciples in all directions. It is covered!

The sense of oppression of nowhere to escape will be firmly controlled by the swordsman!

In the huge sound of the "rumbling", the swordsmen who had not fallen in the previous rounds began to scream! At the bottom of each ball, there are always a dozen swordsmen who are violently burst and smashed, even smashed into bolognese, falling from the air, and the broken corpse falls to the seemingly innocent starry sky. Among them! (To be continued.