Chaotic Sword God

At the same time, in addition to the void of the wasteland, there is a meteorite that is far away from the wilderness, floating quietly in the vast sea of ​​stars.

Standing on this rock and looking at the wilderness, you will find that the vast expanse of the wilderness of the continent has become the size of only the nail shell.

On this desolate, starless rock, there is a man in a blue robes sitting cross-legged, his face is cold, a pair of sharp-eyed eyes, staring at the distance for a moment. The block floats on the continent where the sky is still.

This person is the Qingpeng Wang!

These days, Qingpeng Wang has never left. He has been silently watching the wilderness on this rock. He is constantly monitoring the sword dust, and he will not hesitate to descend himself, but he will also stare at Jian Chen personally.

Now in his heart, dealing with Jian Chen is not only so simple for the murder of Mocheng, but more purpose is for the true tower of Jian Chen.

"Hey, Tongtian Juggernaut, this time, my Qing Yao Tianwang remembered, in the future, you should never let me find the opportunity, otherwise, oh..." Qingpeng Wang made a gnashing voice In that fierce gaze, there was a strong killing.

Immediately, Qingpeng Wang’s palm was spread out. I saw it on the top of his palm. There was a drop of bright red blood floating in it, emitting a burst of powerful energy fluctuations. It’s just that this energy fluctuation is really weak for Qingpengwang. Very incomparable.

This drop of blood is the blood of chaos from the body of Jian Chen.

Through this blood of chaos, Qingpeng Wang once again applied the secret method to investigate the traces of Jian Chen.

In this way, he has done it many times. In fact, in the days when he was waiting for the sword dust here, in order to prevent the sword dust from leaving the desert state through the cross-continental transmission array, he is almost Every other day or two, the blood is used to check the position of the sword dust.

However, this time, the investigation was to make Qingpeng Wang look great. I saw his eyes flashing in the eyes, revealing a touch of excitement, suddenly stood up from the ground and said in a low tone: "Sure enough. As I expected, you can't stay in the wasteland for a long time, and now you finally leave the wasteland."

"But I have a drop of blood in your hand. No matter where you flee, as long as you are still in the sanctuary, you can't escape my palm."

"Sword dust, if you have been staying in the wasteland, I really can't take you, but you have already left the wilderness, but you are looking for death." Qing Peng Wang sneered again and again, immediately closed his eyes and cast a secret , expand the scope of the search.

Soon, Qingpeng Wang opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the distant void. He sneered: "You can't escape far enough, but you can't avoid the search of my secret law. It is even more impossible to escape my pursuit."

Between the green and the flash, the Qingpeng King has turned into a dazzling blue light. It seems that a cyan Dapeng can fly in the faint, flying at the speed of the invisible speed to the depths of the universe. It disappeared in a flash.

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At this moment, in a very concealed small world, the net fire is red and lotus, and the sword dust in the double swords is flowing all over the body, and the force of the counter-attack is very serious.

This is not the most important thing. The most terrible thing is that Jian Chen found that once the purple and blue swords merged, the two forces seemed to form two magnets, which were tightly glued together. It is not an easy task to separate them.

After he made a blow, obviously there is not much power left. At this moment, his state is almost in a state of exhaustion. Therefore, separating the two swords is extremely important for him. The challenge of spacing is a race on the death line.

If the state of the two swords is not lifted, his final result is only one, that is, with the generation of the masters of the purple and blue swords, they die under the power of the double swords.

This is by no means what Jian Chen is willing to see.

"Purple, Qingsuo!" Jian Chen called in the heart of Ziqing Sword Spirit, and did not know whether Ziqing Sword Ling could still hear his call, at the same time, his eyes showed a touch of color, under his teeth Without hesitation, he burned his own power of the gods, broke out the last strength, and tried his best to separate the purple and blue swords.

In the process, the internal organs of his body have disappeared. Under the impact of the real chaos, it has already turned into a powder that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Even his flesh and blood has melted by a third.

The power of his **** is also consumed at a rapid speed, and it is already on the edge of exhaustion.

Now, Jian Chen is already on the edge of life and death.

However, at this time, even worse things happened. The evil force that has been hidden in the sword dust gods, when the strength of the sword dust gods weakened, woke up again from the deep sleep, wanting to Resist the consciousness of the sword dust and gain control over the body.

In the heart of Jian Chen, at this critical moment, if he is suppressed by the power of evil and replaced by the evil forces, it is definitely a dead end, and there is no possibility of any luck.

In the pupil of Jian Chen, there is already a little bit of a fairy red flashing. In his eyes, the world he saw has gradually turned into a blood red, which makes him angry and roar. For the evil force in his own god, he hates the bones. Whenever his **** is not supported, this evil force will take the opportunity to make a fuss and replace him.

"At this moment, if you really want to replace it, I will never escape. If you want me to die, then I will let you die in front of me." Jian Chen gave a roar, in his pupil, red The enchanting glare is getting stronger and stronger. Before he loses consciousness, he controls the power of chaos and directly slams into his own god.

At this moment, the awareness of Jian Chen has been affected. Although it still maintains a clear line of mind, it is already in a semi-crazy. Otherwise, he will never make such a crazy move.

After all, the power of chaos that he controls at this moment is a force of true chaos that is completely uncontrollable by him. It is extremely powerful. With this force, he is arrogant to his own god, which is almost ten dead.

But this is almost a must-have move. In the midst of the madness that is about to lose reason, Jian Chen has not hesitated to make it, resolute and decisive, not to squander.

A glimpse of the power of chaos is like a dagger, directly cut into the soul of the sword dust, and smashed into the evil force that merges with the soul of the sword dust.

Suddenly, the **** of Jian Chen is like a piece of paper. It is smashed into two pieces without any effort. It is a coincidence that one of the gods is just the one that is contaminated by the evil forces. Part of it, the other half of the god, is the normal **** of the sword dust.

At this time, the purple and blue swords in the merger were finally separated, and the two swords were combined and released. The power of chaos that raged between the heavens and the earth was also vanished in an instant, and it seemed to have never appeared.

The Jian Chen, who is full of flesh and blood, is stunned in the void and falls into an unconscious state.

Mo Tianyun, who has been waiting in the distance, sees this, and a flash of body comes to the front of Jian Chen. He does not hesitate to prepare all kinds of healing herbs and extremely valuable heavenly treasures, or smeared them in swords. Dust on the flesh, or directly into his mouth.

"I didn't expect that the power of the double-swords and the counter-attacks is so strong. The purple-green sword spirit has not yet recovered to its peak. The force of chaos formed after the merger is not the strongest state. Even so, with the degree of sword dust. The body of chaos can't stand it anymore." White robe Mo Tianyun looked serious at the injury of Jian Chen, and looked very dignified.

"His **** is broken." Suddenly, the white robe Mo Tianyun's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "How can it be so serious? It seems that this time, letting his swords merge, actually hurt him. The **** of the Holy Spirit must be used. Only in this way can his gods be restored as soon as possible."

The gods were created, and this is a very tricky thing in the eyes of many powerful people in the sacred world. It is very difficult to deal with. Can see Mo Tianyun's look at the moment, he does not seem to worry at all, a very confident look.

In the next moment, Mo Tianyun's deity has already stepped out of the net fire red lotus and Kun Kun. In his hands, he still holds the group of gods belonging to the Taihe.

This **** is like a small sun shining in the sun, blooming bright light, taking care of the void.

But this ray did not last long, it was swallowed up by a scorpion, and I saw a powerful and pure powerful magical gas from the palm of Mo Tianyun’s palm, forming a burning black magic. Flame, shrouded the **** of the Holy Spirit.

Suddenly, among the black magic flames, there was a scream of sorrow from the Holy One. At this moment, he seemed to be suffering from some kind of torture that could not be endured by human beings, and suffered the most terrible torture in the world.

The black robe Mo Tianyun, is the eyes of indifference, staring closely at the sword dust, gradually, his brow wrinkled more and more tight.

His deity is personal, and what he sees is much clearer than the body. He can see the inside and outside of Jian Chen.

Until now, he discovered that the injury on Jian Chen was even more serious than he had imagined.

"In his metaphysical splitting into two halves, each of them has a trace of chaotic power. Now, the power of chaos is destroying his god, his **** is getting weaker, if he is allowed to In this way, I am afraid that it will only end in the end of the gods. Just in his other half of the gods, how can there be the power of evil spirits?" The black robe Mo Tianyun Shen Sheng, with the voice, his hands condensed The magic flame is also rising and rising. "The **** of the Taihe and the Holy Spirit must be refining as soon as possible."

At the same time, his avatar is to take out a group of pure soul from the space ring, shaking his hand into the sword dust eyebrows.

This group of pure soul, compared with the white robes Mo Tianyun in the Guangming Temple to the sword dust to see the group of pure soul, obviously more powerful.