The Sword Dynasty

For the seven sects, all the battles that take place within this prison are not far away.

All the seven masters of the land felt the death of Du Hongtan.

Du Qingli’s breathing suddenly rushed. He looked at the white mountains and waters in the layers of water and shouted: “Don’t think you can finally get out of here...”

"I know."

However, his screaming was interrupted by the sound of Baishan's level. "When the sparks are destroyed, some of the substitutes and symbols will naturally replace their effects. Many of the bans will be re-energized. But we are still There is a time for half a cup of tea...you don’t forget that some people are afraid of this novel.

Du Qingli no longer speaks.

He was inexplicably scared.

......

The crimson sword is full of horrible suffocating sorrow, tearing away the darkness of the prison.

"What price do you want to pay?"

Lin boiled wine stood on the boiling water, the deep red light condensed on his face, like a deep red mask, demon and beautiful.

Shen Xuan also stopped talking.

In the dark water below the boiled liquor, a huge sword appeared.

A horrible sword with the hand of Shen Xuan, broke the water, cut the sky, endlessly poured up.

I boiled the wine out of the sword.

A deep red and fascinating sword light just flashed, and all the water under him disappeared.

Shen Xuan’s body flew out, and along the ramp behind him, there was a gust of wind in a flash, and I didn’t know where it was.

An empty arm was left in the air in front of the forest.

This arm stayed in the air for a period of breathing, and it turned into a **** fog, and was sucked into the sword of the wood boiled wine.

"It’s just an arm that sacrifices my sword, and the price is too small."

A sword broke an arm of Shen Xuan, who was frightened by countless people in Changling. Lin Bing wine seems to be not satisfied.

He shook his head and held the sword to the wall leading to the cell next to him.

The mysterious iron wall that has reached the extreme is cut like a paper.

He wore it in the past.

In the center of the dungeon, there is a practitioner who is also very young relative to him.

This practitioner is Li Yunrui who also makes Shen Xuan helpless.

Lin boiled the sword and easily cut off everything that pierced into Li Yunrui's body. He lifted him in one hand and then walked to the third cell. After cutting the wall again, the crimson sword on his hand was like a sheath. Spread out, divide into a lot of streams, and return to his body.

Then he set up Zhang fifteen, and nodded fifteen to Zhang, who was so excited and moved, and said, "Let's go."

......

When Shen Xuan’s sword gas burst into the wind and spewed out from the depths of the big floating water, it meant that time had passed.

Bai Shanshui smiled faintly and said seriously to Du Qingli: "Even an apprentice is still the same, and the past three ruins were destroyed in Qin, not awkward."

While talking about this sentence, her body seemed to be light and nothing to be blown up by the wind in the martyrdom, and floated out.

Du Qingli did not shoot.

Because the soft blisters that wrap the white mountains and waters are still there, his sword can't be broken.

The other key reason is that the white mountains and waters made him feel more fear.

He also knows how terrible that person was.

The plans made by that individual are interlocking and never fail.

The body of Bai Shanshui flew out of the prison.

Layers of crystal blister refracted countless rainbows in the sun, and the beauty is at its peak.

The head of the Dongling Army General had a strange feeling in his eyes, but his drinking voice did not hesitate.

In an instant, countless sharp air broke.

Numerous sharp lights of Jianguang and Sen cold metal hit the crystal blisters outside the Baishan water body.

However, an unbelievable cold air rang.

These swords and symbols, arrows still can not wear these crystal blisters, but pushed this crystal blisters to the sky.

The blisters that shone with the rainbow turned into transparent drops of water in their sight.

A rain fell on it.

In the dense crystal rain line, it is the sound of the loss of white mountains and waters. Only the faint and indulgent songs are introduced into their ears: "My generation likes to learn swords, ten years in the cold pool..."

Many of the emperors in the Dongling army used Feijian, but they were the practitioners who lost their goals. They looked at the splashing water on the broken armor of the generals in front of them, watching the flying swords flying around in the air. The film of water waves quickly fell into silence.

Although they are enemies, they can't help but admire the heroic white mountains and waters.

In their impression, the former heroic and enthusiastic practitioners of Changling did not know how much.

However, with the disappearance of those people, this heroic and **** practitioner seems to have disappeared, or is not standing on their side.

......

The figure of Mo Shoucheng goes with the wind.

His old figure is like a stone thrown by a slinger on the turret, from a turret to another turret, straight through the city.

At this point, he raised his head.

He is still some distance away from the big floating prison, at least he can not pose any threat to Bai Shanshui and others.

However, he has already perceived the departure of the white mountains and waters.

He is one more late.

If the last night step is just that I don’t know where the white mountain water is shot, but at this time the Queen’s Empress in the deep palace has already predicted that such a thing will happen in the big floating water prison, how can he still take a step at night?

His brows were deeply wrinkled.

He can't understand.

......

More difficult to understand than the defending city of the city is the black cavalry rushing out of the old tomb in the eastern suburbs of Changling.

This black cavalry, whether it is a horse or an immediate sergeant, is wearing a black mysterious armor. The surface of the mysterious armor is covered with stars like a mysterious rune. Even the mask has invisible vents.

This person is extremely heavy, but in the middle of running, the horseshoes are not falling, and the wind is also the same.

This means that every sergeant on the horse is a practitioner and the realm is not low.

It is like an army rushing out of the ghosts of the Nether.

This army is also the most powerful army of the Daqin Dynasty.

However, this army, which seems to have nothing to stop, paused with the reach of the first general.

The general who had been hanging his head looked up.

The mysterious armor on his body is also black, but the mask is made of white gold, so that it looks extraordinarily cold and strange.

The double swords that were intertwined on his back showed a hint of coldness to the extreme.

On the mountain road ahead, there was an incredible exclamation in the inexplicable cloud, "White General?"

"Guo Dongshan?"

The general sent out a feeling of no emotion.

An exquisite practitioner standing on a sword light flew out of the fog. He looked incredulously at the general and the strongest army of Daqin, which was enough to kill him many times. He said: "What is going on? ?"

......

A huge army moved in the wilderness as one.

This army has tigers and wolves, and half of them are the Tiger and Wolf North Army brought by the former Lianglian, and the other half are the Tiger and Wolf South Army brought by the old Yan General.

General Liang Liang’s general was assassinated in the lineup, which is a shame for all the troops of the Great Qin Dynasty, especially the Tiger and Wolf North Army.

So at this moment the army is in a hurry.

They want to rush to the big floating prison to complete the task of Bufu.

However, when Guo Dongshan, who was supposed to be in the big floating prison, intercepted the killing of the army, the eyes of everyone in the Tiger and Wolf North Army had a look of incomparable anger and despair.

They saw a familiar storm and then felt the bitter chill.

At the end of the summer, autumn is coming.

At this time, they were greeted by a blizzard that had swept the North Army of the Tiger and Wolf.

An iron-like figure made a scream, and the general was Xie Yan.

He wore a soft black leather armor with a long black cloak behind him.

As he forced through the storm, the black leather armor and the black cloak behind him were all frozen with ice.

The general's feet were shocked and the ice broke open.

However, he looked around, but there was no longer a long-term grandson.