The Sword Dynasty

Just a random blow, he crushed his sword, causing him to suffer a fatal blow. The bouldering naturally knows that his only hope lies in the void behind the sword pool.

For normal practitioners, the void is full of terrible unknowns.

Putting aside the black river in the void, what kind of unknown land is not counted, it is a seemingly simple mirror-like light and shadow, which implies the danger that the seven borders will not dare to lightly test, and no one knows to touch it. After the mirror-like light and shadow, it is easy to pass through, or it will be torn into countless flesh and blood by the terrible power contained in it, and then fly to many corners of this world with various different heaven and earth channels.

This is the real broken corpse, not complete, and this possibility far exceeds the safe passage. Ambush stone understands this truth from the beginning, oh, oh. ≯√. ≧ However for him Qi Zong's too terrible, has caused this is his only hope of survival.

Qi Jinshan slightly frowns.

When his hand left the head of the spiritual sword, his whole person had already flown into the front hall like the same heaven and earth without the slightest weight.

The gems and elixir embedded in the walls of the temple, the golden iron and the bones on the ground, were shredded by the sharpness that he brought up, and then they became a kind of crystals with countless colors, and they died in the front. The ambush of the escaped stabbed the past.

In the case of bouldering, it is a random blow. However, for his big master, the real killing is full force, and the sense of casualness can only explain the harmony of the sword. More than one big distance from him can withstand his sword, not only because of his heavy relationship, but also because the strength of the bouldering has exceeded his expectations.

He naturally understands what Anbaishi wants to do. There is a body in the crystal that does not capture the position of the bouldering stone. It is pure pursuit of speed. His feeling of direct separation is only in accordance with his memory. Fall in front of the void.

The emptiness is just a sinuous and translucent light erected out of thin air. There is no color, just in the light, there is a vague black river flowing.

However, with the fall of this crystal, this bright and translucent light shines forward, and suddenly there are hundreds of criss-crossed crystal lines. Each crystal line gives people the feeling that they are sharp to the extreme, better than the world. The lines carefully crafted by the craftsmen are straight.

The bouldering has already smelled the unique smell of the sword pool.

He even felt that the real water was about to sway on his back, but at the same time, there was a desperate mood in his eyes.

When the crystal scorpion flew over his side, the clothes on his body cracked.

He knew that the other party had sealed his retreat, and the power of this scorpion was definitely not what he could resist.

A stern horror burst out of his mouth.

His body was forcibly twisted in the moment before colliding with the hundreds of criss-crossing lines. With his feet as the tip of his sword, the whole body slammed toward the crystal line like a sword. At the same time he The real elements in the body rushed out of his hands. In an instant, his ten-fingertips also burst, and the real elements were mixed with blood. His hands were like ten **** ribbons.

The ten **** ribbons flew out and slammed into the crystal shovel that was chased in the back. At the same time as the smashing, a few pieces of crystal dust were rolled out, and they ran into those with their toes. Above the crystal line.

A loud bang.

The several pieces of crystal dust collided with those thin crystal lines, but they made a roar like the collision of a giant ship.

The stone temple trembled fiercely, and the pool water in the pool was splashed into the air. The treasures embedded in the stone wall fell like rain. Most of them were shattered by powerful forces.

The finely intertwined crystal lines collapsed most of the time, but they did not break completely.

The dozens of wires were firmly fixed in the void before the cut of the bouldering of the boulder, and then went up, cut his sea of ​​breath, cut his body.

The bouldering of the boulder has already shattered, and at this time, the skin of the white sputum has suddenly ooze a blood line.

He screamed in pain, and the body that spread the blood line rushed into the void.

He originally wanted to slap his feet or even his legs, only to be able to leave half of his life and rush into the void. However, his realm is far from the other side. Even if he exhausts all means, he can’t break it. The other side's sword.

At this time, these silks cut his body from the foot to the head, because it was too slender, too sharp and too fast, so that his body did not have a real pain in his mind, but his heart was very clear, these Sword silk cut through his sea of ​​air and cut his body. In the next moment, the blood lines on his body would break into horrible wounds, and then his whole person would become a piece of flesh and blood. Spread out.

For him, Ding Ning has died, and the net glass has been defeated in his hands. There are no young talents in the world who can resist, especially under the Queen's will, he will soon succeed as the sovereign of the Sword.

From this high position, even life is lost, how can he not hurt?

In the scream of incomparably painful, his body passed through the sly light.

A few of the powers that were difficult to describe with words were instantly poured on him. In the next moment, he heard the sound of numerous glass breaks in his body. When the real fear filled the heart, he only felt that the body was high. High throwing, like a piece of rock is thrown into the clouds in an instant, and then does not fall, continue to go up at an alarming rate.

At the next moment, all his consciousness has disappeared.

There was a layer of ripples on the faint light of that layer.

Qi Jinshan's toes swayed the sword pool water and stood in front of this void.

The dozens of silk swords are still tenacious, and the scarlet blood is moving up and down the sword silk.

Qi Jinshan is silent.

This layer of light is also a completely unknown world for him.

After the boutonniere's body passed through the light, it disappeared into his field of vision. After the light, the picture of the Heihe River was as eternal, without any change.

Although the dozens of silks are incomparably subtle, they contain amazing power. The body has been cut by such a sword, and there is no difference between being cut by a dozen swords.

The body becomes dozens of paragraphs, and no practitioner can live any more.

I just couldn't see the last body of An Baoshi, but it also opened up a layer of embarrassment in his heart.

This is a bad feeling, but such a character, just like a white gap, is not tangled.

At the gate of the martial sword, there is a golden flame burning in the white mist.

Inside the golden flame, it was a dead wood-like sword, and the long sword's hilt was held in the hands of the girl.

A practitioner wearing a purple robe costume sat down in the pool of blood, holding a purple jade crown, and the purple robe on his body was also a kind of luxurious purple in the world, such as starlight flowing.

He looked up hard, his lips and teeth continued to drop blood, and smiled bitterly: "I was free to defeat you fifteen years ago. After fifteen years, you are so strong."

Ji Qingqing, who was particularly violent and sullen, dropped his eyes and listened to the last breath of the practitioner’s throat. He said slowly: "Fifty years ago, my face was not spent, you will not move the sword to me, but fifteen After the year, this is a bad smell, it is difficult to name, how can you beat me?"