Super God

Chapter 137 Sword Cut, Martial Master!

I cut, a powerful martial art, just today, but Yun Feiyang showed off with a sword as a carrier.

This is definitely an innovation!

The master who has studied the first half of the trick, if Quan Quanxia knows, I am afraid he will jump out of the cemetery directly.

The cut off of the broken sword flying out of me is no longer in the form of an aperture. It is transformed into a half-height sword qi, exploding with the declining trend of Cui Gula. Wherever I pass, the grass is not born!

The two elders were stunned.

Ling Nian shrouded, the look suddenly changed, because the power contained in the sword gas reached at least 30,000 catties!

Three thousand pounds, three pure spiritual power!

In other words, the broken sword with the soul of the instrument added 10,000 pounds of strength to him!

"how is this possible!?"

The second elder's eyes flashed with shock.

A warrior, with martial arts and weapons, can explode 10,000 jins. It is not bad, how can it reach such a terrifying intensity!

Thirty thousand pounds broke out and shocked the second elder.

However, after all, he was a master of martial arts. He quickly calmed down and waved his hands, forming a layer of turbidity around his body.

Hundred Yuan Gang.

Third-rate defensive martial arts!

The two elders mastered this martial arts skill, and the formation of the enchantment was enough to contend with the martial artists in the middle!

It is not difficult to see that Yun Feiyang's sword drew his attention.

"Boom."

Jian Qi flew close to the ground, and finally blasted on the enchantment.

At that moment, the powerful impact force was raging like a wave, and the ten elders around the elders were all shattered and collapsed.

A 30,000 pounds blow is no different!

After the strong momentum dissipated, the two elders were still standing in place, but the enchantment had already cracked, and finally a "click" broke into nothingness.

Break it with a sword!

"This kid..."

The two elders opened their eyes wide, and there was pain in their chests.

The sword just now contained not only 30,000 pounds of strength, but also carried dark strength, breaking the enchantment and hurting his inner body.

However, it does not matter.

The second elder stared at Yun Feiyang, his eyes flashing eerie.

A warrior has such terrifying strength. If he continues to grow, will he still have it?

He has a murderous heart!

At this moment, the second elder heard a shout again: "I cut--"

"brush!"

Yun Feiyang waved his sword, and thirty thousand pounds of sword gas erupted again.

The second elder did not dare to greet him, showed his way, and evaded to the side. If another sword is given, I am afraid something will happen.

however!

Jian Qi seemed to have long eyes, suddenly turned a corner, and chased again.

This is the role of Soul!

It can accept the spiritual thoughts of the owner, lock the target, and control the flight path of Jianqi.

Unexpectedly, the second elder, the sword energy turned strangely, just stabilizing his body, feeling the sword energy rushing, his face changed, and once again exhibited Hunyuan Gangqi!

Boom!

Jian Qi blasted on the enchantment again, and it shattered!

The dark energy contained therein, the damage to the second elder is stronger than before!

"I cut!"

Yun Feiyang once again waved his sword, and his sword practiced again and he shot again.

"hateful!"

The second elder was furious, condensed the power of the double pure spirit, and raised his fist to welcome him.

Hiding is not a way, only to break the sword gas and rush over to kill the kid!

"Boom."

The second elder punched the sword with a punch.

Although the sword energy of 30,000 jins was terrible, it was still weak in the face of the double pure spiritual power.

Yun Feiyang didn't care about being resolved, because when the opponent shot, he jumped into the air, Ling Nian communicated with the soul of the communicator, and once again threw a sword!

"call out--"

Jian Qi burst out, still very strong.

The second elder saw the sword air flying again, and could only continue to bang with his scalp!

"Boom."

"I cut!"

"Boom!"

"I slash it!"

"Boom Boom--"

...

"puff!"

After ten consecutive hard fights against my sword spirit, the second elder finally spit out blood.

At this moment, his gray hair was messy and embarrassed. The pride just now had long disappeared, and his eyes flashed with horror.

Just a short time.

Ten swords were exhibited in succession, each of which contained 30,000 catties, which... is it terrifying?

Are you tired?

Will the spiritual power in the body not be exhausted?

meeting.

Yun Feiyang is now very tired, and the spiritual power in the spirit core is also consuming a lot, but he is indifferent, and he again lifts his sword and wields my sword spirit!

This blow also contains 30,000 strength!

The elders of the two elders resisted the ten swords one after another and suffered internal injuries, but they could only pick it up with their scalp because they could not escape!

"Boom."

It was shaking again.

The second elder was unbearable, flew out, fell heavily on the ground, and the meridians were damaged!

"I--"

Yun Feiyang raised his sword again.

The second elder saw this and said in shock: "Slow!"

He was not hurt badly, and taking another move would definitely be dangerous, so, with the intention of handing over Ziyang Dan, after all, the treasure is no matter how good it is, and it is not precious.

however.

Yun Feiyang ignored him, waved his sword, and shouted, "Cut!"

"call out--"

Jian Qi flew against the crumbling ground, and the strength was still as strong as ever!

The eyes of the second elder shrank, and a strong sense of crisis appeared in his heart.

He wanted to hide.

He wanted to show his ambition.

However, due to the injury, he could no longer act and condense his spiritual power. He could only watch 30,000 Jin Jianqi, and flew with his galloping force.

"Do not……"

"Boom!"

The energy of my sword was still blasting.

When the light dissipated, the elders spouted blood and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, he could not feel any pain because the upper body and lower body had been cut off!

When his thinking hadn't disappeared, he had regretted why he didn't give Ziyang Dan out at the time. At least, this would save his life!

of course.

More is still puzzled, why a warrior is so powerful!

Like the Black Fox, Elder 2 was confusing this question before he died, and in the end, he would not get an answer.

...

The early peak of the warrior was beheaded by Yun Feiyang. The whole process was only a quarter of an hour.

and.

This is upright, and the gold content is higher and more pure than the black fox killing without the other party being injured!

One person, one sword.

Beheaded, the peak of the early martial arts.

If it spreads, it will surely make the Wanshi Continent boiling and shocking!

however.

When the elders of the two elders were in different places, Yun Feiyang was difficult to support. He sat on the ground with his buttocks, the hand holding the sword trembling violently, his muscles cracked instantly, and blood flowed.

Killing the initial peak of the martial artist was shocking enough, but it was also difficult to support the flesh due to the long-term intensity of 30,000 pounds.

Body and strength are not directly proportional, there will be such consequences.

This is still good for Yunfei Yang!

Change to other people, continue to cast me, and broke out 30,000 pounds of strength, people did not kill, they must first break up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Not bad..."

Yun Feiyang made a smile with difficulty.

In the face of the early peak opponent of the martial artist, he still has the ability to kill. Although the price is a bit higher, it is still acceptable!

"brush--"

Chenchen jumped from the tree, fell in front of him, opened his small mouth, spit out a green light, and enveloped the position where his arm cracked.

At that moment, the blood stopped, no pain was felt, and the wound healed quickly.

Yun Feiyang stunned. Tao: "Do you still have the ability to heal?"

"Oh!"

Chenchen spit out the last green streamer, raised his head proudly, as if showing off.

Yun Feiyang raised his other hand, rubbed it on his small head, and said with a smile: "Following the **** of medicine for a thousand years, it's not in vain."