A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 Numerous metal cylinders suddenly emerged from Muyu's feet, instantly forming a prison cage, trapping Muyu in it.

　　 "Let me tell you, if that happens, I won't let you go back to life!"

Confessing to step out and appear in front of Muyu, he looked at Muyu quietly, "Because Master will not let you do that, just as you know in your heart, Senior Muyu will not let you do that. !When they tried their best to lay down the Nine-day Demon Array, they didn't want you to be possessed by Lord Yumeng Ling! Cause unnecessary disasters to the cultivation world!"

　　 A strong oppressive force covered Muyu, Muyu glanced south, and found that Nan had been firmly held in the air by eight pieces of metal.

　　The eight pieces of metal are as slender as the flying sword, each forming a cubic position, surrounding the south. There seems to be some strange traction between them, and the interaction makes it impossible for South to rush out.

Countless sands around the south wanted to get closer to their body, but they were always dispelled by the waves emanating from the metal, so they couldn't get closer.

　　 Muyu's feet swelled and wanted to teleport away from the cage under his feet, but as soon as his pattern flashed out, he was torn away by the cage's metal, and even the aura around him couldn't even flow in.

　　 Muyu's branches around him wanted to escape from the cracks in the cage, but a strong repulsive force came from the metal cage, hindering the extension of the branches.

　　 Muyu had never seen the financial control ability of the admonishment before, and it was unclear how powerful the admonishment ability was. He was now only really aware of it.

　　 used to say that a small piece of metal was attached to their flying sword, and Muyu could be found by sending out certain force fields.

　　 There can be a strong magnetic field between metals. This magnetic field can even repel or attract anything under the control of the assertion, including the spiritual power emitted by the instructor and the surrounding aura.

"Master said, do one thing, and do it when you feel worthy of your heart. You say that what you do is worthy of your heart, but is this really the case? You ask yourself, if you do this, you will Will you be ashamed? Are you worthy of Master? Is it worthy of Senior Witherbark? Is it worthy of other Brothers?"

　　The voice of confession is more unspeakable and majestic.

Muyu knew that the prophecy was right. If Father Drywood knew this, he would never let Muyu take the risk of unraveling the nine-day magic circle to resurrect him, and Master would not allow Muyu to do so. He just insisted You just did it right.

　　 But why are good people always making sacrifices, and bad people are rampant?

　　 There is always someone who needs justice to let the surviving person survive. Muyu has the ability to blink between life and death. Why can't this person be him?

　　 "Even if it's wrong, I'm going to go wrong with this matter. I can't be a saint, I just want to be the son of the withered dad."

　　 Muyu was drunk, and the black and white spiritual power of the body began to surge out. The black spiritual power was mixed with the haze of death, and the white spiritual power was endless.

　　 These two kinds of spiritual powers are the purest powers in the world, and they maintain a wonderful balance in Muyu's body.

　　The metal magnetic field created by the testimony cannot break this balance, so it cannot repel them. The black and white spiritual power instantly covered the metal frame with branches, and the plume had disappeared into the branches, breaking free.

　　 A linden tree vigorously sprouts and germinates at the foot of Muyu, and instantly forms a big tree that looks out of place with the surrounding yellow sand.

　　 Muyu stood at the top of the bodhi tree, and the green leaves were floating beside him, so free and easy.

　　On the other side, the southward yellow sand rolled wildly, forming a circle of salon around, and the violent force of earth finally broke the shackles of eight metals. The yellow sand flying around him, like a king in the desert, looked at his teacher brother with cold eyes.

　　Luo Luo rekindled the flames in his body, flames in his eyes, like a volcano about to erupt. Flames raged around him, countless Mars splashes, the bursting Mars was not only red, but also some pale Mars, the temperature was so high that people could not escape.

　　 "Our targets are all people in the Triple Palace. Why can't we negotiate peacefully?" Luo Di said in a deep voice, and he tried to get rid of the strange thoughts in his mind.

　　 shook his head south: "Because you scrupulous about too many things, scrupulously useless people, if you have scruples, you will be handicapped, so I want to deal with the triple palace according to my own method."

　　 Xiangnan's body is very strong, as if overshadowing everyone, his cultivation has reached a terrible point.

　　 The monstrous breath broke out, causing Cheng Yan and Luo Tao to change their faces.

　　 "Your method is wrong!" The accusation rebuked.

　　Countless metals surging around, and heading south again. The sky of yellow sand collided with the metal, bursting out a strong force, tearing everything around.

　　 But a terrible spiritual power surge appeared to the south, instantly repelled the promise, and also wrapped all the metal with yellow sand.

The linden tree at the foot of Muyu gently swayed in the yellow sand, the blue leaves rippling in the air with a mysterious pattern, he gently lifted it, and the shadow sword was held in his hand from the void pattern.

　　The calm sword spirit was twitching in the palm of his hand, pointing directly to Luo Di.

　　 "If you want to fight, we will fight. I do my own thing, and no one can stop me."

　　 Muyu's expression was firm. Bodhi leaves fluttered in the air, surrounding the shadow sword, and the shadow sword was trembling slightly.

　　Qing Feng empties the void, and the sword shadow starts in the hand.

　　 Luo Shi silently said nothing, but he also pulled out his burning sword. The red sky-burning sword crossed a red awn in the air, and the air seemed to be faintly burning.

　　The sword star touches the wasteland, and the sword anger can also burn the sky.

　　Chen Yan's eclipse sword shone with golden light, calm and restrained, just like his character.

　　Hidden in his heart, the sword fluttered in shock.

　　 The stargazing sword toward the south gazes heavily, and looks so solid in the yellow sand, like a huge boulder.

　　 If the sword mang does not cut the edge, the sword will be born from the heart.

　　 Separation of shadow and burning sky, net eclipse and stargazing.

　　The seven sky swords of the sword shadow dust wind have already gathered four in the desert.

　　The wind screamed, and the sky swords rang together.

　　For their different beliefs, they let Tianjian walk the opposite side.

　　 The sword moves, the person moves.

　　 Feng Haochen once asked Mu Yu, why do we use swords?

　　Kiha didn't know how to answer. He thought that the sword was just a tool to strengthen himself.

　　 But now he understands that the sword is to protect his faith!

　　 Muyu looked at Luo Shi, he had been chasing Luo Luo's footsteps, but he was always so far away. Because of Lan Ling'er, he didn't like Luo Dao, but he couldn't deny that Luo Dao was a reliable brother, and he longed for a day beyond Luo Dao.

　　He wanted to defeat Luo Shi, for his belief.

　　 The shadow sword crossed in the air, and the figure came, and only a powerful pattern remained in the void. Burning the sky and splitting the shadows, the tips of the swords touching, the terror fluctuations spread apart with the two as the center!

　　 Flame and Ao Ye collided violently in the air, Ao Ye turned into a strange black-and-white gas, and even resisted the burning of the flame!

　　 A sword stabs out, the wind and clouds change its color, the sword light is monstrous, the sword is awe-inspiring.

　　 Luo Shi is still so strong. Even if he didn't learn the sky sword nine-introduction technique, his sword power still reached a terrible point.

　　 Muyu's figure flickered in the air, Luo Luo's falling footwork also followed, two sky swords intertwined in the air, and in one breath, there were already thousands of moves!

　　Sword shadows in the sky keep falling, sword stars are splashing, they are fighting with the most primitive swordsmanship, and no one has fallen into the wind.

　　Cheng Yan and the southward sword were also extremely horrible. He used to be lazy southward, but his swordsmanship and cultivation practice never fell.

　　 Laziness is just a disguise of his heartache, he always wanted to avenge his family.

　　 His sword is as heavy as Mount Tai, so heavy in every move, simple but unstoppable!

　　The sword of Confucius is as light as a rainbow, facing the heavy sword of the south is not anxious and impatient, and always breaks the sword of the south with the right timing.

　　Four figures flashed in the air, Jianmang vomiting among them.

　　 At a certain moment, the four brothers suddenly stopped in unison.

　　 But the sword spirit in their hands is getting stronger and stronger, like a storm, invading the whole desert.

Muyu's fist sword is held in front of his chest, and the fleece sword is whispering, as if it is illusory, and it seems to be integrated. Only one time left.

　　 That person, that sword, is simple, but so powerful.

　　Luo Tian's burning sky is also dancing, and flames form various swords around him, and then immerse them together. His sword is gallant, arrogant and proud, like a blazing sun!

　　The sword of confession is as calm, and his nine swords are impervious to wind, melting into a little at that moment.

　　'S southward sword is thick and steady, his figure is slow and solid, it seems to be full of flaws, but it is so impeccable.

　　 At that moment, four swords were punctured at the same time-

　　The Heaven Sword Jiu cited the highest mystery, and the Nine and Nine returned to one.

　　 A simple sword, a sword illusion thousands of worlds.

　　 They are all apprentices of sword shadow dust wind. They make different choices for Master, so they want Master's sword to determine right and wrong.

　　 A sword will determine the outcome.

　　 The air has become extremely hot, different swords are condensed in the yellow sand, and each sword represents its own belief and decision.

"Ding!"

　　 Four swords confronted each other, but only made a soft sound~www.readwn.com~ It looks like the most primitive sound between heaven and earth,

　　 Sword Qi has devastated the surrounding sand and soil, and the sword of the Heavenly Sword Jiuyin exploded!

　　 "You shouldn't be like this." A small white shadow crossed the sky.

　　At the same time, each of the four Sky Swords was out of control, and no one hurt anyone, trembling in the air, and the four Sky Swords had their own consciousness, and they were unwilling to attack their partners.

　　 This time, their hilts touched each other, the tip of the sword was outward, forming a cross, and the figure of Xiaoshuai stood at the center of the hilt of the four swords.

　　 Xiaoshuai controlled four swords by himself!

　　 Xiaoshuai's face is very serious. He doesn't know why he wants to come out. He only knows that he must come out.

　　 "The old man with a white beard said that the hardest part of the fist is facing outward,

The sharpest tip of a sword should not point to the brother. "The voice of Xiaoshuai's milk voice is so clanging at this moment!

　　 The hilts depend on each other, with the tip of the sword facing outward.

　　The sword is like a person, the hilt is the person's back, and the tip of the sword is the person's fist. The back is reserved for trusted brothers, and the fist is reserved for common enemies!

　　 is like a cross shape composed of four swords at the moment.

　　 "The sharpest blade should not point to the brother..."

　　 All four people repeated this sentence silently, and their hearts could no longer calm down.