The Sword Dynasty

In the face of this huge snow sword that broke down at an alarming speed, Liang Lian still stood still.

However, countless indifferent and amazing killings were released from his body, and he spread all the snow on the ground and feared to expand outward.

At the same time, there was a strange humming sound in the distant sky.

This is a lot of heaven and earth, but it is not like an invisible mountain, but like an invisible beam flying in the air.

Very cohesive, very soon.

Ding Ning is not an ordinary practitioner, so he is very clear that the speed of carrying the heavens and the earth has exceeded the limit of the normal seven-skilled cultivator.

Exceeding the normal limits, the practitioner's body must bear a heavier burden.

Oh...

The stone path at the foot of Lianglian issued numerous cracks, and countless stone chips and snow spattered. However, his body did not move at all. The skin of the body even flashed a strange black iron glow. .

"The Promise Sword!"

Ding Ning saw what kind of exercises Liang Liang had repaired. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

At this time, the snow flakes outside the Lianglian had already flew around him.

The feathers of the original soft feathers became extremely heavy with the intrusion of his true elements and the strength of the heavens and the earth. This piece of heavy snow made several white snow curtains around his body.

Every snow curtain is like a huge grinding disc.

The snow sword that fell from the sky collided with the snow curtain.

It is obviously not a gold iron, but it is a loud noise like a gold and iron.

For example, dozens of people can work together to ring Huang Zhong Da Lu.

The entire Tiger Wolf Army Beiying vibrates.

On all the camps, the thin snow accumulated on the ordnance, and even the rune chariots, fell.

Liang Lian’s eyes picked up slightly.

The clothes on his body were split by the snow flakes, but the skin exposed under the snow flakes was shimmering with strange luster, and even a trace of imprint was left.

Whether it is a huge snow sword or a snow curtain around him, the numerous snowflakes have become the finest powder that is invisible to the naked eye.

This made the world around him brighter.

However, he could not see the figure of Xue Forgetting.

Because of his surroundings, there are thousands of transparent little swords in shape.

The amount of transparent things is too horrible, overlapping, and the world in front of them becomes unreal.

Many of the military practitioners standing in the gates of the military camps have completely stopped breathing at this time.

This is also an unimaginable picture for them.

In the air, numerous transparent swords are suspended, forming a sword tower of more than ten feet.

The center of the sword tower is Lianglian.

In the next moment, the countless transparent swords suddenly accelerated sharply, falling, and dragging out numerous visible lines in the air.

In the face of this falling sword, Liang Lian still did not move, his indifferent face, but a layer of irony.

Because he can see the sword in it.

These swords are not expected to defeat him, but just want to trap him.

Wan Jian is a prisoner, but he does not want him to exert his physical superiority and launch a fierce attack.

Xue Xunxu's understanding of swordsmanship may be much higher than him. However, he is too old after all. Under the use of power, he can't do as he wants, and he can't fight for a long time.

"You want to breathe, you want this kind of soft way to fight... but do you think I have to fight fiercely?"

Looking at the swords that fell around the body, feeling the swords formed by the swords, the coldness of Lianglian’s face quickly expanded.

He calmly extended his right hand.

The bang banged.

A pure breath that only has a powerful life can be found between heaven and earth.

The entire military camp was once again shocked.

This gives everyone the horror of the giant chain trapped in the bottom of the river and the trapped monsters that finally rushed out of the cage.

However, in the next moment, this breath did not break out, but accumulated in front of Lianglian.

A black light flashed quickly.

In the hands of Liang Lian, it is a broad, black and dark sword.

The half of the blade is thick, such as the black stone on the riverside, and the other half is brilliance, such as thousands of waves.

He holds the sword and crosses his sword.

With the influx of heaven and earth in the sky, there seems to be a curved river bank around his body.

The strength of his body and the sword in his hand is getting stronger and stronger, but this power has always only grown in the river embankment.

......

At this moment, just like the first night of the day, the supervisor of the company was the same as Zhao Wei. On the corner of the nearest camp of the Tiger Wolf Army, a senior wearing a plain plain cotton suit sat on the wisteria chair under the armpit, sparse. The white hair did not hang up and hangs on the shoulder like a root ginseng.

Behind him, he still stood the young man who was very long and modest.

It was just different from the night policy and Zhao Yu’s battle. At this time, he did not wear casual clothes, but wore a plain gray official gown.

There are various patterns on the official robes that are available on the ceremonial apparatus. This means that the young man is an official of the patriarchal division.

In addition to these patterns, there are many different places between the official gown and the ordinary patriarchal robes. The most prominent thing is that the back is close to the neckline and has a deer head pattern.

This is the mark of the Secretary in the patriarchal division.

Therefore, this unusually modest young man is the head of the patriarchal division, Huang Zhenwei!

"This is the strongest style in the swordsmanship.

The eyes of the old man wearing ordinary plain cotton clothes passed through the heavy snow and looked at the sword-style sword of Lianglian, sighing softly.

The face is gentle and modest, and Huang Zhenwei, who has a good impression at a glance, is dignified at this time. Hearing this sentence of the old man, he couldn’t help but whisper: "The more the sword is, the stronger it will be. When it is broken, the sword is determined. The embankment came out... General Liang Liangda was not the embarrassed general of the battle, from this sword to deal with Xue Dongzhu, Xue Dong Lord may only be forced to attack."

The old man took it for granted and nodded.

At this time, there was a dazzling light in the snow.

Xue forgets the figure in the snow.

There was a dazzling light in his right hand, no trace of impurities, pure brightness, and even a holy taste.

He gave his own sword.

This stone sword, which has just been polished in the battle with the seal, has been brightened at this moment.

The inexhaustible dazzling sword light spurted out from the short sword in his hand, instantly illuminating all the space in front of him, illuminating the entire Tiger Wolf Army North Camp, leaving the whole house in a haze The Tiger Wolf Army’s Beiying is as bright as white.

Xue Forgether held the sword with his face, and his face was flat and he spurred a sword toward the front.

In front of him, there was a huge white horn.

Just as he passed the sword of the lord to Li Daoji, the sword that was displayed, the white horn was slightly curved.

Then the sharpest pointed corner of this white horn did not directly puncture the front bank, just wiped it from above.

This is the strongest corner of the white horn, leaning on it, and resisting.

The true meaning of Aries Sword is not a sprint, but a forbearance, but a compromise.

The curved Aries horns slammed against the embankment and consumed the power of the embankment. It seemed that the embankment had to be crushed into several sections, allowing the flood inside to pour through several gaps.

Seeing such a sword, the old man on the wicker chair on the corner of the corner suddenly felt a bit stunned and couldn’t help but sigh: "It’s wonderful!"

Huang Zhenwei behind him is also full of splendid eyes, but also can not help but admire: "It is really wonderful!"

......

Lianglian’s pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

Seeing this sword like the ash horns pressed, he did not hesitate, left fist rushed forward.

There was another dull explosion between the heavens and the earth.

His hard, iron-like left fist hit the sword.

The sword of his right hand is intersected with the sword of the sword in the hands of Xue.

The sword of the savings was scattered in a moment, and the sword in his hand seemed to be a wall that crossed.

boom!

His left fist once again slammed on his sword, and he would shake off the sword that Xue forgot.

This kind of power is getting stronger and stronger, and he feels that he can't support it.

With the blast of this boxing, the stone roads on his soles were completely blasted, and countless blood was flying from the soles of his feet.

A strong impact force invaded Xue's body along the blade.

There was a lot of slight sound in Xue’s body, like there were countless dusts coming out of his skin.

However, he was only a gentle and proud smile, and the sword in his hand did not retreat.

Liang Lian was stunned and stepped back.

More blood splashed out under his feet, leaving a deep red footprint on the ground.

His eyes became extremely cold at this time.

Without a slight pause, he screamed with anger and slammed his sword on his fist again.

The place where his fist face and the sword body hit each other also sprinkled countless hot blood beads.

The accumulated power of his sword was sent out in this shot.

Not far from him, Ding Ning took an umbrella and watched the battle calmly.

At this moment, Ding Ning's brow trembled, his lips trembled, his hands trembled.

Feel the horrible power of the other person's living body, Xue forgets nothing but a faint smile, keeps the sword.

Slamming.

The sword of his life was broken.

The huge white horn is folded from it.

The thick white broken corners are liberated and continue to hit forward.

"click".

Liang Lian’s chest collapsed slightly.

His iron-stained body flew for more than ten steps, and a **** smog poured out of his mouth.

Xue forgot to drop his hand and smile with satisfaction.

His mouth slowly licked the bleeding, and dripped along the white beard.

In his body, more dust was coming out at this moment, and a squeaking sound was heard.

......

"ended."

The old man on the corner floor took a deep breath and stood up.

He reached out and handed a majestic breath from his fingers.

At the same time, Ding Ning, who has been waiting silently, has already reached the side of Xue Forgetting. He saw Xue forgot his eyes and did not speak. He just supported the umbrella to help Xue forget the falling snow and cover the snow.