The Sword Dynasty

Huang Tiandao Fu is passed to Zhang Yi. No one in this world knows more about the power of Huang Tiandao.

So his perception and judgment are not wrong.

The real element of Su Qin’s body is re-shock!

Hundreds of arms are working again!

boom! boom! boom!

In the continuous loud noise, the transparent light entangled in these hundreds of arms collapsed, and the purple light like glass in the space could no longer bind these hundreds of arms.

These hundreds of arms are coming in again!

The power of the majestic volume rolled up, and Zhang Yi’s body flew back again.

Zhang Yi coughed up a blood.

He knew that his guilt had been damaged, but he didn't think about his injury and did the simplest move.

He just released the characters in his sleeve.

The style of his robe is the same as that of the emperor's robe. The sleeves are unusually wide sleeves, almost to the ground.

This kind of gown is not only elegant, but also makes people want to be violent. It will be limited by this big sleeve, naturally it will be slower, and naturally it will be easier to meditate.

Meditation is not easy to get angry, it will gradually become elegant and cultivated.

However, in terms of long-term cultivation of this kind of character, the biggest meaning of the emperor's robes is that there are many pockets in the sleeves, and the capacity is huge, and many characters can be stored.

Su Qin always thought that he and Zhang Yi worked hard.

But this is the same, it can only explain that even his subconscious mind also believes that Zhang Yi's practice is really focused, hard work, and has no side to heart.

Numerous same deep red smudges sprang from Zhang Yi's two sleeves.

When the real elements have not fully inspired these red characters, the thunder fires on these small characters have swept them out, and Zhang Yi’s two sleeves have burned.

These red little characters passed through the burning sleeves, and instantly filled with Le Yi and Murong Xiaoyi, as well as Su Qin’s sight, like countless flamingos flew out.

This is the blood mine thunderbolt.

In Xian Fuzong, this is a symbol that many practitioners can make.

The basic material is only purple thunderstone, the origin of this saltpeter is just in Zhongshu County.

The only restriction on refining this symbol is that it is necessary to repair it into six realms.

Only when you reach the six borders can you use the power of life and the blood to make a difference.

In terms of power, although this kind of character is not bad, but there is not much change, so Xian Fuzong rarely has a large number of refining such a character.

It is extremely boring to repeat the same kind of refinement.

Moreover, the refinement of this symbol itself will consume its own vitality and blood.

"You are crazy!"

So when I saw countless such signs appear, even Su Qin was a stagnation, and could not help but scream.

Zhang Yi didn't have time to answer him. Refining this same token is itself a means of tempering his patience, and when he refines these symbols, he feels that the number of these symbols is too much, and the power will be terrible.

Especially with the means of Huang Tiandao, the power of these symbols is completely detonated.

He must first ensure that he is not directly killed by his own.

Therefore, in the moment when Su Qin could not control the emotions, he ignored the internal injuries and forced his own sea to squeeze out a lot of real yuan again.

His body was thrown out at this moment, like a stone thrown by a catapult.

Huang Tiandaofu perfectly matched his attack.

A large number of heaven and earth forces drawn from Huang Tiandaofu, evenly and rapidly injected these blood and thunder fire ignited by his real yuan.

Countless groups of purple-red thunder fires exploded instantly.

The chest moments of Le Yi and Murong Xiaoyi were like a slammed hammer by a boulder. The two people did not hear any sound at all, because their ears were so shocked that they could not hear the sound at all.

Two people can't breathe, their eyes are so big that their eyes are constantly shrinking.

It is an unimaginable picture.

These purple-red thunder fires squeezed each other to form a substance, turning into a huge purple-red light ball, and the lightning in the light ball jumped like countless snakes.

At the next moment, these fuchsia thunder fires turned into black smoke, rolling outwards.

A scream of anger and anger sounded in the thunder.

Su Qin’s figure was worn in black smoke.

His body was still intact, and even the clothes did not burst. However, the hundreds of arms that had poured out from his back had been blown up by the majority, and were rarely completely intact.

Numerous creaking sounds sounded in these arms, as if there were many sheepskin valves leaking.

"Zhang Yi! You still have"

Looking at the figure of Zhang Yi, who had just landed outside Baizhang, Su Qin’s eyes were red, and he screamed with anger and anger.

Many scattered yin tempers regrouped behind him and turned into a black flag.

The power of these black flags is still strong. As his mind draws, he will fly toward Zhang Yi.

At this time, he wanted to tell Zhang Yi what other means you have.

However, he did not have time to finish this sentence, and his left leg was already hurt.

An unpretentious, quiet voice, able to use the extremely sinister description of the flying sword, has instantly cut the inside of his left leg thigh, and instantly cut his several main meridians!

This sword is the little sword Zhang Yi has been holding in his hand!

When he retreated, the little sword quietly stayed in the underground floating soil and turned into such a flying sword.

This is just a small means that many swordsmen in Changling will use.

However, it is precisely because such a means is too unusual, Su Qin did not think of such a showdown, Zhang Yi would even use such a small means!

puff!

Black blood rushes out of the wound!

The black flags that had just condensed behind Su Qin suddenly collapsed.

Su Qin's palm pressed against the wound on his thigh, even if he used several kinds of healing methods of the Qis in an instant, but the sword that was constantly invading the flesh and blood, still let his wounds heal several times after healing. Then it collapsed and the blood fell along the gap of his fingers.

Zhang Yi stood up in the dust and gravel.

His chest is also full of blood, the back is full of lacerations, and even embedded some sharp stone, it looks much better than Su Qin.

However, looking at Su Qin, who was also hit hard, holding a small sword flying back, Zhang Yi is more convinced that he can defeat this younger brother.

I don't know why, at this time, even if he thinks that he is not too dominant, but Le Yi and Murong, who are not far from him, have begun to think that he can defeat Su Qin.

Zhang Yi moves again!

He started to attack.

The sword in his hand provoked up, a slightly curved sword light, provoked in the air in front, like a shofar.

"The sword of Aries Cave, do you really want to teach me as a brother?"

Su Qin madly laughed like a madman.