Blade and Sword God Sovereign

"How is it possible? I actually got Ding Hao? Damn, how can my luck become so bad? Can Ding Hao restrain my luck?"

The little fat man is very depressed.

Almost everyone has reached a consensus -

Today's Ding Hao is invincible. Instead of consuming strength and fighting against Ding Hao, it is better to enter the loser group and look for opportunities again.

Time flies in a fierce competition.

In the twinkling of an eye, six days passed.

I don't know who is the first to spread. The contract between Ding Hao and Li Muyun has renewed the attention of everyone.

Many people think of it. In the first five-yard comparison, Li Muyun swept all the opponents in the position of the king. Only when facing Ding Hao, because he could not crack Ding Hao’s [closed door thank you 】, proud and conceited Li Muyun throws a long sword and voluntarily retired.

At that time, there was a sword between the two, and Li Muyun vowed that the next time he would fight, he would definitely crack [the closed door Xie Kejian].

Now that one year has passed, whether it is Li Muyun or Ding Hao, the strength of both of them has already grown by leaps and bounds. If they confront each other again, who will laugh at the end?

This matchup was getting hotter and hotter.

Near the last day, the results of the draw were announced. Li Muyun and Ding Hao, two recognized winners, finally met in the semi-finals.

On the giant viewing platform in the distance, many of the heads and brains of the various internal and external forces, including the headman Li Jianyi, appeared one after another.

In accordance with the tradition of Asking Jianzong, in order to express the importance attached to the registered disciples, each year's year-end college entrance examination, the head of the team and the six-six-six seat of the six seats must be attended.

Li Jianyi had a white shirt like snow, and he was handsome and elegant. He was sitting in the main seat in a majestic manner. His side was the six peaks including Luo Fengzhu, and other real power giants who asked Jian Zong.

The giants who don’t eat the fireworks on weekdays are also whispering about the upcoming dragon battle. They have never been considered to be the top of the high-ranking black male king in the sword. I don’t know why, even Rarely appeared in the seat of the viewing platform, and the position is still relatively high.

In the martial arts field, there are people around the river, and there is nowhere to go.

Every one of the five disciples who are named in the disciples is almost in the crowd. They are not willing to miss such a high-end showdown that is truly a registered disciple.

The black-pressed human head seems to be a black countercurrent, surrounded by a strange silence.

Everyone is holding their breath and watching the two beautiful figures on the ring, for fear of missing any of their actions and any words.

On the stage.

"Our showdown seems to be a little earlier than expected." Li Muyun's posture, with a faint smile on his face, has an admirable demeanor.

Ding Hao knows the meaning of his sentence.

Li Muyun is such a proud and conceited person. He originally wanted to meet himself in the ring of the finals, so that he can defeat his own enemies in front of everyone, step on his body and embark on the first person of the Fifth Academy. The throne, with a hearty final victory, saved the first time no match, but then his name, eternally engraved on the top of this list of named disciples.

"Is it? Unfortunately, in my opinion, the semi-final and the final are no different, because the person who won the final must be me." Ding Hao's gaze, in the wrist and chest of Li Muyun's right hand, slightly frowned. .

"You have become sharper than before." Li Muyun slowly stretched out his sleeve from his right hand, gently gripping it, and a flame-shaped sword formed by purple scented air slowly formed, scattering a striking metallic texture. .

Myth is like a knife!

This is a symbol of entering the realm of the great martial arts, Xuanqi can condense the blade and armor.

The purple flame is burning, filled with a strange and noble atmosphere. The doubts in Ding Hao’s eyes are more intense. Is it really wrong for me to guess that the bronze face mask man who controls the red flame is not the embodiment of Li Muyun?

"Take out all your strengths, a mysterious soldier, not enough to defeat me."

Ding Hao said that the air around him swayed a string of transparent scorpions, and the four-handed pure silver frost squadrons seemed to flow through time and space, slowly appearing, guarding Ding Hao’s side, and chilling in the sunshine. The thorns are glaring.

The coldness in the air is like a moment from the early spring to the winter.

There was an unstoppable exclamation in the crowd.

Between the thoughts, the mysterious condensation has become the armor of the armor. For countless named disciples, it is simply a mythical existence. I can’t think of it among the same generation of people today.

In the legend, the great martial arts teacher of "Xuanqiru Knife" finally appeared in front of them.

Li Muyun looked at the four-handed ice swords that floated around Ding Hao, and then looked at his own little purple flame sword in his hand. He smiled proudly and said: "Many times, the number does not necessarily determine the outcome."

Ding Hao’s mouth appeared in a curve and waved his hand.

call out!

At the same time, the four-handed ice swords shot out like four streams of light, with endless chills and killings, sprinkling the swords of the sky and smashing them toward Li Muyun.

Li Muyun smiled slightly, his body shape shook, and instantly disappeared in place.

Hey!

Four consecutive bursts of sound came out, like a transparent ice bank hidden in the void, which was smashed, and a piece of silver ice suddenly sputtered. Mars, which was mixed with purple flames, had a white and purple fog. Spread in all directions.

The four-handed ice sword was instantly smashed by Li Muyun's purple flame sword.

The next moment, Li Muyun's body shape, quietly appeared in the top of Ding Hao's head five or six meters high, with a posture similar to King Kong's small stay [sinking knees], stagnation of the void.

He looked solemn, with words in his mouth, holding a purple flame sword in his hands, and an endless flame in his body, sweeping the heavens and the earth, infused with the purple sword.

The purple long sword changed.

Instantly expanded dozens of times, more than 20 meters long, five meters wide, purple flames lingering over the blade, like a magic flame, has a breathtaking power, as if you just look at this magic flame, Even the soul will be burned.

Most of the spectators around, had to choose to close their eyes at this moment.

This giant sword is so huge that the master of Li Muyun, in front of the giant sword, is as small as an ant, and can be neglected.

This is obviously a terrible battle skill.

"The fire of the world!"

Li Muyun shouted like a **** of war that controlled the ancient demon power. His arm sank, and the purple magic flame sword slammed against Ding Hao.

A clear air wave visible to the naked eye, sharply separated on both sides of the huge blade.

It seems that the sky blade plowed the space barrier.

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