Marquis of Grand Xia

The Red Luan King Realm, the Sun and Moon Lake, the water waves soaring into the sky, the battle of the Phoenix and the Devil has reached the most critical moment.

The body of the phoenix is ​​extremely fast, and the world is unparalleled. With a sword in his hand, his body continues to move, making it difficult to discern clearly.

Looking at the demon body, the speed is unfavorable, and the battle of speed is discarded.

The strength and speed are more powerful, the peak is absolutely unrestrained, the phoenix and demon pass by, the different lights of the two swords cross, the reverse and low pressure cloud, the unparalleled sword on the sword, beyond the realm limit, to reach the pinnacle of the sword.

Outside of the battle, a supreme expression of a human being was solemn and shocked by the two of them in the battle.

At the forefront, the female of the Red Luan King clenched her hands. It was not long before the battle of the past few days was stopped. I never thought that the sword of the ninth son of Momen was so powerful.

On the other side, Yin'er was equally nervous, with big eyes staring at the battle, and he refused to move away for a moment.

"Unexpectedly, Half-Zun Pinnacle can have such an ability, the future of these two people is limitless," Emperor Jin Xi commented on the void.

"The emperor thinks, who can win?" Next, the main owner Xiaoyue, with a silver-grey robe and big cloak, smiled.

"One is at the peak and the other is at the bottom. Anyone wins and loses is possible," said Lord Jin Xi.

"At this age, there are such terrible sword accomplishments, and the afterlife is awesome," the landlord Xiaoyue laughed lightly.

Emperor Jin Xi nodded and said, "The landlord is so eye-catching and admirable. Such swords are arrogant and could not have been discovered by the landlord first."

"Ah"

The landlord Xiaoyue smiled faintly, and said, "Compared with the Lord of Mo, it is better to be ashamed of himself. Every one of Momen's sons can be called the pride of heaven. Ning Chen is only one of them"

Not far away, Lord Mo heard that there was no change in the vicissitudes of his face, and said, "Lord Xiaoyue has a reputation, Lao Jiu has a restrained personality and has always been unhappy with words. 'S shock, you don't need to be much less'

The conversation between the three of them, on the other side, Wang Luanjing Wang all listened to his ears, frowned, looking at the battle, his face became more dignified.

At this moment, a distant shadow of elegant and elegant dust came, and the face was covered with light gauze, and there was a trace of charm in the Qingli, which was very eye-catching.

Seeing the coming person, the corner of the mouth of Lord Xiaoyue slightly curved, without much words, and looked back at the battle ahead.

On the Sun and Moon Lake, red and black clothes are continuously interlaced, aftershocks oscillate, hundreds of feet are tumbling and falling like rain.

At a glance, the sound of the sword is ten thousand, the black dress is fixed, the sword is crossed, the hot and turbulent, and the endless spread.

"Longitudinal Baiyang Fudong came"

The Sun Mantra appeared first in the world. In an instant, the heavens and earth were like fire, and a venerable **** circling, shocking the world, shocked everyone present.

Seeing the body of the phoenix, his expression also dignified, and with a step, the sword led the stream, and the four elephants sealed the sword, reappearing the dust edge.

The two poles shine together, the sword trembles with great tremor, and within a hundred miles, the sword is swelled, the flames are stirred, and the sword-yang and the dragon-finch collide.

There was a shock, and the world was sinking. In the Riyue Lake, the lake water turned into white mist, and dried up instantly. The sword rain fell, and the earth rumbling and shaking, collapsed and cracked.

The blood flew down, the phoenix retreated several feet, the blood flow kept, the sword did not stop, the green dragon coiled around, and the world was manifested.

"Four Elephants Seal God, Tianlong Zhen"

The angry dragon first appeared, startled a thousand waves, and the cyan dragon passed by the sword, and the killing force was coming.

The demon body waved his sword to block the move, and his mouth was red, and he stepped back several times.

The advantage first appeared, Feng Feng stepped across the body, the speed was instantaneous, the sword light was like a thunder, and it was dazzling.

The opportunity has been lost, the pressure on the magic body has doubled, and every move is restricted.

"Oh?"

Outside of the battle, the main building of Xiaoyue had a strange face, and the red luan king's concubine, really extraordinary, was able to force down the battle.

"The difference between one move and it seems that the outcome is about to be separated," Emperor Jin Xi said.

"That's not necessarily the case," Xiaoyue responded.

"The two men have the same strength, and now the ninth son of Momen has lost his chance, and then he wants to restore the battle, it is difficult," Lord Jin Xi said calmly.

Aside, Master Mo was silent. After a while, he slowly said, "There is still a sword in Lao Jiu's hand."

The voice fell, and in the battle situation, the change was abrupt, and the demon body's left hand was falsely gripped, Bai Hong appeared in the front, and the miserable sword rang, resounding through the air.

Ink madness and Bai Hong collided, Bai Hong's sword wound up, and Feng body's speed was suddenly restrained.

"Broken"

In a moment's chance, the demon body shook his head too much, and the gorgeous sword light came out from the sky.

When the crisis struck, Feng pointed his fingers together, blocking the sword light, his foundation fell slightly, and the corners of his mouth were dyed red.

"Now you have forgotten why the sword in your hand dances, you are not qualified to live in the world again"

The demon body's sword momentum was even deeper, and the former slammed back the former. The torrent of the sword rushed directly to Jiuxiao, stepping up, one sword trapped the enemy, one sword attacked, the combination of rigidity and softness, and reproduced the unparalleled sword art.

The world-famous sword, Ling Li pinnacles, approaching the only one indefinitely, in the Fengshen Fengjian sword, he was quickly restrained and appeared at a disadvantage.

"Terrible Swordsman"

Outside of the battle, the eyes of Emperor Jin Xi stared for the first time, and the ninth son of Mo Men really made him look at him. The people present, except for these old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, I am afraid that no one can say that they can be suppressed. This person.

On the other side, as the war situation was in danger, the look of the Red Luan King became heavy and abnormal, his fists clenched, and it clicked.

"Pony"

Before everyone, the look of the Red Luan King was tense, and the color of worry became more difficult to conceal.

There was a thorn, blood was dazzling, the left shoulder of the phoenix body, the cloth was split, blood spattered out.

"Now, it's time to pay for your stupidity"

The demon body stepped, the left hand Bai Hong locked the sword of the former, the right hand began to condense the power of the sun's true scripture, and the endless fire wave obliterated the phoenix body.

"Pony"

Outside the battle, the red luan king's face changed, and she couldn't bear it anymore. She stepped in and swept towards the battle ahead.

Above the void, the landlord Xiaoyue moved at the same time, in an instant, blocking the front, the silver-grey dance, the breath of the strongest person overflowed, and no one was allowed to intervene in the battle.

"Lordlord, this battle is only divided into victory and defeat, let him stop." Princess Yaoji stepped forward and said in two steps.

"When did I say that this battle is only divided into victory and defeat" the landlord Xiaoyue looked at the woman in front of her and said calmly.

"Mo Shao-wai, repeatedly provoking the majesty of Wang Jing, I will not allow you"

Seeing that the power of the phoenix was about to be swallowed, the figure of the Red Luan King fell down, and he condensed Haoyuan, and passed by.

"It's finally our turn"

The landlord Xiaoyue said lightly, the silver silk strings in his hand manifested, the silver light interlaced, and the mysterious sound descended.

In an instant, the wind raged, and the water vapor in the Riyue Lake evaporated by the skyfire once again condensed.

There was a violent explosion, the palm of mysterious power collided, the terrifying aftermath violently oscillated, and the land turned up again and again, and immediately fell down, the terrifying power, the world changed color.

At the same time, in the realm, the hometown of the West Buddha, the old water is on the fence, and the old land of the battle of the Dao and Demon in the past, looked within a hundred miles.

On the scorched earth burned by the evil disaster, the vegetation is not growing, the desolation is extremely, the huge ravines crisscross, the prosperous and pure land, and it is completely destroyed and destroyed after World War I.

In front of the water, the legend appeared, looking at the prospect, and a glance of regret flashed in the calm eyes.

Jian Qi, the authentic power of Daomen, failed to see it with his own eyes, but a pity.

In the ruins of Taishang Sword Array, there are two other swords in full vagueness, one of which is very familiar, it is Ning Chen's sword, the other is very strange and unseen.

Prince Yan felt the sword intention between heaven and earth, and his eyes regained peace. The matter of heaven, he already knew that if he did not guess wrong, the last kind of sword intention was the sword of Heavenly Sword Sovereign.

"Sword Eleven, really is the perfect move to exhaust the limit of manpower"

As the words fell, Prince Yan did not stay any longer and stepped forward.

A Man followed with his sword frame, his eyes finally glanced at the remains of the war, and a flash of glance passed away, his sword had no emotion at all.

"Everyone has his own way, and there are different paths between people and demons, but he will eventually return to the same place without having to be sad for him," said Prince Yan.

"Yep"

Aman turned back and nodded.

Half a day later, on the Xiyao Mountain, the two came to the top of Jingtian Lotus Peak. Lord Xiyao felt a strong sword pressure from afar, his eyes opened, and he stepped out and disappeared from the Lotus Peak.

At the next moment, the legend and the Bodhisattva faced off, the atmosphere was peaceful, and there was no trace of killing.

"Daxia, Prince Yan" Xiyao spoke softly.

There are such sword pressurers in the world, only the legend of the sword swordsman from the Eastern Territory that has long disappeared.

"Ben Wang is here and asked about the events of the year," Prince Yan said calmly.

Lord Xiyao sighed softly, nodded, and said, "Come with me"

Prince Yan swept his head and stepped up.

At the highest point of the Jingtian Lotus Peak, at the Seven Buddha Heaven Pass, and in the Nuoda Wall Cave, the Buddha's fire rises.

The three of them moved forward and stopped after a hundred steps. A few dozen feet ahead of them, a beautiful woman was in the flames, her eyes closed tightly, like a deep sleep.

Seeing the familiar figure in the flame, A Man shivered, and was just about to step forward, he was stopped.

"Girl, it's very dangerous in front, please stay still," Lord Xiyao raised his hand to stop.

Prince Yan's eyes are slightly condensed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, "The Method of Forging and Rebirth by Buddha"

"The legend of Daxia really is extraordinary. The lime flesh was destroyed by the magic energy and the resentment of all beings. Only by rebuilding the Buddha's fire can there be a slight turnaround," Xi Yao said softly.

"How long does it take" Prince Yan asked.

"A short period of ten years and a long period of one hundred years. Whether we can get through this disaster as soon as possible, we can only look at the making of lime," Xiyao said.

Prince Yan heard the words and wrinkled gently without leaving any traces on her brows.

"At that time, all the people who participated in that war were all killed by the commander. Several great churches in Zhongzhou were also blood washed. A few days ago, Piao Xu was sent to the wall of guilt. Step, this matter, let ’s stop, ”Lord Xiyao sighed softly.

Prince Yan looked forward, calm and speechless. After a long time, he turned and walked out of the grotto.

"If she can't wake up, Ben Wang will come back"

The legend of the past, the last words, cold bones, the seven Buddhas and the stagnation of the Buddha, this moment seems to weaken a few points.