The Sword Dynasty

"You are much heavier than me."

An indifferent voice with strong confidence also sounded in this incomparably loud voice.

Shen Xuan is hard to believe that he can survive in the recent killing.

But he is alive.

And he understands that the reason why he can live is not because of the war, but because of the number of swords that Ding Ning has.

Although he is alive now, he has felt that he has died many times since he entered the ancestral land. B******** novel r/>

Resurrection and death give him unimaginable confidence.

Did not hesitate.

He is out of the sword.

The gray and **** sacred sword in his hand disappeared into the air at the moment of his smashing.

However, at this moment, the fragmentation of the mysterious moon scimitar that broke into countless pieces appeared a layer of gray.

It is like a gray moss growing on wet tiles, but on the gray moss, some red is born, just as these gray mosses have a red core.

At this time, Shen Xuan was very injured. However, because of his great confidence, the sword's sword meaning was actually the most perfect sword after he became the master of the big floating prison.

The gray moss is filled with endless darkness, but it also contains a kind of fluttering, unrestrained and cheerful.

These two very different tastes rushed to the battle of Capricorn when the war-torn smashing of this murder was not completely broken.

In the battle of Capricorn's right hand and pointing to a stroke, in the screaming voice, a sharp knife flew upwards from the abdomen, and the already thin world of the body was crushed by him.

Oh...

The fragmented scimitar fragments burned like gold, emitting a golden glow, burning out the gray mossy mottled.

At the same time, however, the battle of Capricorn is a louder cry.

His eyes are full of gray.

It was like being covered with thick moss to cover his eyes.

His eyes are blind.

In a space where this perception is not necessarily accurate, the eyes are blind again. For a practitioner, it is completely lost to the outside world, not to mention the fact that the real elements and the heavens and the earth in the body have been squeezed to the limit. .

However, at this time, Ding Ning, who was barely sitting up, was also sullen, reaching out to bring a faint sword meaning, and at the same time said: "Year of eclipse!"

This is the strongest sword in the training of Shen Xuan. At this time, his use must affect his injury and cause more damage to his body.

However, perceiving the fate of Ding Ning's faint swordsmanship, Shen Xuan did not hesitate anyhow, and a low-sounding and stern drink, his lost sword of the stalk appeared in the air, with the meaning of Ding Ning's sword, almost Straight flying up to the sky.

The red and gray entangled sword suddenly appeared dense and uneven mottled traces, just as the years eroded the sword.

A slamming sound.

A circle of visible air waves spread out over the top of his sword, first a white swell, then a golden aperture.

Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing raised their heads in a difficult way. They were shocked to see that there was one thing falling in the air above the golden aperture and without any previous things.

That is a well edge.

It is the well edge of the well under the giant tree that has disappeared.

At this time, the well emits golden light along the top and outside, just like the legendary gods and gods suppressing the demon king's instruments, full of a majestic and vast atmosphere that can't be countered.

There is no sound.

Shen Xuan’s life sword passed through the center of the well, and the two seemed to have no touch at all.

However, the tip of the sword passes through the upper edge, and the mottled traces of the sword that have been eroded by the years are retreating. It is like being washed, and the whole sword is as clean as new, but it is violently turbulent. I don't know how many times I oscillated.

When the well falls, the golden light is quickly blanked and turned into gray, such as gray moss.

Shen Xuan's body went down, and the spurt of a **** spurt could no longer support standing, and suddenly fell to the ground.

It seems that the fall in the air seems to be very slow, but at this moment it is crashing into the ground, falling in the disappearance of the living spring.

Among the dull bangs, all the white sand at the bottom of the live spring, accompanied by the fragments of the falling moonlight machete, splashed like a wave, swept out like a wave.

This wave has been pouring into the front of them a few feet before they finally exhausted and flew to the ground.

Shen Xuan also began a severe cough. Every time a cough had blood bubbles from the uncontrollable spout of his lips and teeth, he looked at the bottom of the golden pagoda and laughed.

Everyone can feel the meaning contained in Shen Xuan's laughter.

Very ridiculous, but more fortunate.

In this space, in addition to Shen Xuan's laughter, there was no other sound at first, and suddenly became quiet.

The warrior did not look at Shen Xuan, leaning against the Jinta behind him, and he couldn’t stand up at all. He just looked at Ding Ning as if he was watching a real monster. He suddenly said, “Who are you?”

In the next moment, he suddenly laughed wildly, and the laughter grew louder and louder.

Ding Ning did not respond.

At this time, the battle of the Capricorn has been dead, and it is impossible to even have a sword. However, he is smelling a danger in such a laugh.

His brow involuntarily picked up slightly, and the handle was also weak enough to lie on the last broken sword in front of him. The hard white light flashed, trembled, and the fluttering of the wind, like the wind in the wind. The same, flying towards the battle.

No matter what the meaning of the laughter in this battle, he wants to kill the battle in the first place.

"Broken the unparalleled wind and rain sword... Separate the strength of Zheng Sleeve and Jianshan Sword, use the ban here to seal the mountain... Kill Gu Huai, and then break the back road left by Wu's... and show the sword of Wang Jingmeng Meaning... The descendant of Wang Jingmeng is really so strong. Is he really stronger than the whole Tianliang?"

Looking at the remnant sword that flew toward him, the look of madness in the eyes of the war was nothing, he laughed and looked at Ding Ning. "But you thought this would really break this." What is the bureau... Since I have exhausted my calculations, I can’t get this immortal medicine, then die together!”

In such a voice, when the last broken sword flew to the front of him, the air in his body made a bursting sound.

The last devastating force that belonged to him rushed out from behind him, smashing his spine, rushing to the golden pagoda behind him with flesh and bones.

There was a shock.

There was a hole in the golden pagoda he was leaning against.