Pursuit of the Truth

In the inheritance of the red Luo obtained by Su Ming, the usage of the sword is obviously different from that of the flying sword developed by the people of the immortal. This way of using the sword is more ancient, almost clumsy, and less flexible than the flying sword. Therefore, when Luo Luo was acquired by chance, there was no deep research.

However, Su Ming is very interested in this method of using swords. This ancient technique of using swords is to hold the sword by hand. Only the sword in the hand is the real weapon of the swordsman.

Holding the golden light flashing sword, Su Ming's random forward thorn, suddenly in the moment when the sword cut through the void, a huge force of withdrawal suddenly broke out from the sword.

This is not the strength of the sword itself, but the thorn of Su Ming. The faintness conforms to the rules of the heavens and the earth, causing some strange changes, making the place where the sword passes, becoming the center of the four weeks. Let all things exist even if they are gods and breaths, they must be retracted from this thorn.

The hundreds of thousands of swords in the four weeks were suddenly twisted, and the direction of the Qiqi was changed. The smoke was pulled away and went straight to the blade. The line that the sword crossed was a The black hole that is unfolded can swallow everything.

But the nine roads that flew out of the cracks in the earth were almost the same, and the swords that turned into the form were slightly scattered. After the change between the illusion and the essence, the harsh swordsmanship was heard, and the direction was not changed. Going straight to Su Ming, in the twinkling of an instant, Su Ming is less than ten feet. These nine swords are in close proximity, and the powerful pressure that comes out can seem to destroy everything.

After a thorn, Su Ming looked calm, holding the right hand of the sword to relax slightly, not clinging to death, but in the moment when the nine swords approached, his wrist swayed, with the wrist as the axis, waving the sword From left to right, from top to bottom, turn around for a week!

When you look at it. With the sword in the hands of Su Ming turning flat in front of him, a vertical sword circle composed of the innumerable swords of the swords, with the dance of Su Ming.

If you look at it, it is a sword circle. If you look at it, it is a sword sword. If you form a sword shield, you guard it in front of Su Ming, and the nine flying swords that came here are touching each other. .

The sound of the blade of the sword rises at this moment. At the same time, the sound of the roaring sound was formed. The nine swords that turned into essence suddenly collapsed and became a flying smoke. Su Ming stood in the same place. The look is light, and the sword in the hand draws a beautiful arc, oblique to the lower left side of the body. His eyes flashed coldly, and a suffocating sigh appeared in his eyes.

The appearance of this suffocating, and Su Ming's move to slant the sword to the lower left of his body, actually caused Su Ming to feel a sense of momentum at this moment.

For example, on the eve of the storm, such as the low before the volcano roar, such as an ancient beast, before the moment of engulfing the heavens and the earth, the smoldering flames.

More is in this moment. Everything around the world was running, and there were signs of stillness. An indescribable silence suppressed the surrounding area. The root of all this was Su Ming’s move to sit under the sword.

"There are thirteen styles of swords. I only realized four styles, which are bullets, thorns, clouds, and cuts. But they broke this line. It is enough!" Su Ming faintly opened his mouth, he leaned down the sword at the bottom left. Slamming directly to the upper right.

A sword mark from the upper right and the upper right from the bottom of the body is revealed in this heaven and earth. This is the cut, to the benefit of the sword. Cut off all the barriers that block the front.

This sword, roaring on the day of the wave, contains the change of some kind of law in the world. At the moment of cutting, a passionate sword is heard from the sword, and the sword is revealed. Excitement and excitement, that is the full recognition of this sword, because such usage is the most correct way to throw the sword out of the earth!

If it is a flying sword, in the case of no one holding it, it is impossible to show the usage of this cutting, except for thorns, cockroaches, etc., and no other agility.

Killing the sword has a spirit, it was suppressed by Su Ming, had to give in, but obviously this kind of submission has a counter-attack, but until now, with the spread of the sword, this spirit of killing the sword, really positive identification Su Ming, because it feels that he was held in the hands of Su Ming, in the thorns, a cloud, especially the current three kinds of actions, it broke out of its complete, even beyond Its own power.

This force, let it tremble, let it excite, this power, let it feel a kind of washing, a kind of like a sword, it should be such a bloom.

The roar of the heavens and the earth, in front of Su Ming, with his cut, a slanted sword mark suddenly smashed out in the void in front of him, this tearing forward and banging, all the way through The heavens and the earth are torn open, the voids are broken, and the cracks are getting bigger and bigger. After sweeping thousands of miles, they directly land on the peak of the big leaf Xianzong. After a more intense roar, the cut sword mark of Su Ming, Penetrated the peak of this big leaf fairy.

Penetrating the sword-shaped mountain peaks, going straight to it, and then continually spreading, finally turned into a crack of heaven and earth with a length of several thousand feet, directly circling the swords of the big leaf Xianzong, and blasted it. A huge gap.

With the appearance of the gap, Su Ming’s guardian mountain squad around the big leaf, suddenly collapsed, bursting into pieces, forming numerous sword gas fragments, rolling back around, and the wind blowing up for nine days, outgoing There was a fierce roar of shaking all directions.

At the same time, at the moment when the big leaf Xianzong sword collapsed, the large-leaf Xianzong mountain peak in the shape of the sword was even more shocked. From the position in the middle of the mountain, the mountain peaked under the roar and slowly tilted until half a mountain peak. It fell to the left and fell into the earth, causing a loud noise in the earth.

The dust shook and spread toward the surrounding. Su Ming's hair and clothes were blown by the wind that fell from the mountain, but his look was not changed at all. He held the sword and looked indifferently.

At this moment, the mountain of the big leaf Xianzong has already gone halfway, and the section is extremely smooth, where the sword marks of Fang Cai Su Ming penetrated the mountain!

Jianshan, broken!

The sword in the hands of Su Ming is shaking, and in the excitement of the humming, the murderous scent of the sword seems to be eager for blood, eager to use this sword to drink the blood of life.

"Sword, the main killing device." Su Ming looked up and looked at the broken big leaf Xianzong, slowly moving forward, today he is alone, to destroy one, to save the second brother in the big leaf fairy .

Behind Su Ming, the clan of the ancestors looked at their ink sorrow with excitement, and the power of the sword was only enough to shake the earth and the earth, enough to make all the people who witnessed, and the heart sway.

Su Ming's pace seems to be slow, but in fact he takes every step, his body will be somewhat illusory, and when he is clear, he is already outside the Baizhang. If he looks at his back, it will not cause too much discomfort, but if someone is in it Facing him, then there will be a dizzy feeling at once.

As far as I can see, it is clearly thousands of feet away. In the blink of an eye, it is like a deceitful eye. When the surrounding objects are not moving, the sudden illusion of Su Ming’s figure suddenly becomes clear, and immediately makes that big. At this moment, Ye Xianzong stared at Su Ming’s many immortals, and he felt dizzy.

This sense of vertigo almost appeared, Su Ming has stood under the half-mountain of the big leaf Xianzong, he looked up and looked at the broken sword mountain peak, deep, exhaled.

With Su Ming's breathing, suddenly there was a piece of snow falling on the sky of the big leaf fairy, and every piece of snow was emitting an endless chill. In the twinkling of an eye, it was full of snow.

The snow is dense, and when the earth is spilled, it looks far away. If there is a great seal, it will directly trap this big leaf fairy.

This is Su Ming's life repair technique, the cold winter.

With this technique, the eight sides of the seal were made, so that no one of the immortals in the big leaf fairy sect could escape from it, making this a prisoner!

"Su Ming is here to come, to destroy... Big Ye Xianzong." Su Ming slowly opened his mouth, and when his voice reverberated, from the numerous snowflakes in the surrounding area, there was also a faint echo of the endless Su Ming. These sounds merged. When they were together, they formed the shackles of the sky, and the half of the peak of the big leaf Xianzong was shaking.

At the same time as saying this, Su Ming lifted his footsteps and stepped on the steps of the big leaf Xianzong Mountain Peak. In the moment when his footsteps fell, the endless swords burst into flames, bursting out from the big leaf fairy, with those swords Flying together, it is two thousand Changhong.

Among the two thousand Changhong, there are two thousand disciples of the big leaf Xianzong. They are red eyes and gallops, and they go straight to Su Ming with those swords.

Behind them, a loud voice echoed, and more of the big leaf Xianzong disciples flew one by one and rushed to Su Ming.

The sword in the hands of Su Ming is humming, eager to dye the red blood, so that the sword of the main kill is trembled fiercely, and the sound of the humming sound is pleading for Su Ming to let it kill.

Su Ming silently watched the thousands of people approaching. The coldness in his eyes increased and the coldness, the foot lifted, and took another step forward. As he stepped, the steps behind him suddenly shattered into fly ash.

There is no extra words. At the same time as this step, the thousands of leaves of the Emperor Xianzong have come to the front of Su Ming, the sword in the hands of Su Ming is going forward, a human head flies up, with a blood , dyed the sword tip.

The sword flower was a little bit, and it was scattered outward. Immediately, several heads flew again. While the blood covered the eyes of Su Ming and the fairy, Su Ming stepped out of the third step, the fourth step, the fifth step...

He walked calmly upwards, and there were countless immortals around him and his swords roared. The sword in his hand did not stop at all. Under the scream of the sword and the bloodthirsty, the heads of the skulls landed and rolled straight down the mountain. . {飘天文学 www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}