Chaotic Sword God

Losing the protection of the defensive mask of the mountain spirit, the seven people of Jian Chen, who are gathering in the soul of the mountain to form a martial arts, instantly become in jeopardy.

Because the martial arts are not disturbed, and at the same time they form a martial arts, their whole body strength and spirits are gathered in the soul burial. Therefore, before they stop the martial arts, they simply I can't use my power.

Once the martial arts array is suspended, it means that they will no longer have any strength to compete with Sha Yun and Xu Zhiping.

However, even if it is deeply immersed in this, it is almost the end of the road, but in the seven great descendants of the martial arts, there is no such thing as a desperate color.

It seems that the crisis facing them is not enough for them to really threaten their lives.

"Hahahaha, the turtle shell that protects you is finally crushed by the Lord of the House. Without the protection of this layer of tortoise shell, you are a dying grasshopper in the eyes of the Lord. Today, the soul of the martial arts The myth, to be destroyed in the hands of the Lord, will be the greatest enemy against the Temple of Light, will end in the hands of the Lord, and destroy you, the Lord will be the greatest hero of the Temple of Light, the endless years."

"Because the lord of the lord has completed the long-cherished wish of the dynasty of the Temple of Light, and for the glory of the sacred warriors who died in your hands in these bright temples, these years, Gongsun Zhi holds the **** of fortune. The sword, although he was absorbed by the sword of the **** of the gods, so that he was greatly hurt, but at this moment, he did not care for his own weakness, and his eyes looked at him with a sly look. The seven martial arts who could only wait for death on Wushen Mountain were passed down, and the look was unusually excited.

"My grandson, I am destined to become the brightest temple, the most wise lord of the tens of thousands of years, the temple of light, will shine in the hands of my grandson." Gongsun Zhi laughed, laughter filled with madness Can't be alive.

The martial arts, known as the sacred world, will soon be destroyed under his leadership, which makes Gong Sunzhi more clearly realize the strength of his own power at the moment, and what an amazing degree he has achieved.

This made his confidence burst and there was an invincible spirit.

The most important point is that the avenue to the holy will soon return to his hands.

Once he regained his demise to the sacred ruling, Gong Sunzhi confident that he will become a peerless figure standing on the top of the sacred world.

"We can only use the last move." On the mountain soul, Chu Jian looked at the Gong Sunzhi who was laughing and laughing in the stars, making a low voice.

His voice echoed in the ears of other people in the martial arts, making everyone look dignified.

Jian Chen is also a sinking heart. This is the last resort. He naturally knows what it means.

The last trick is the last life-saving card of Wu Xing, which will ignite all the forces of the mountain spirit. In this earth-shattering big bang, everyone in the martial arts will lose its body and lose its body. Everything you wear, the space ring, and the armor of the artifacts, only the gods can survive.

In the self-destruction, there is a mysterious force in the mountain that belongs only to the martial arts. It will protect their gods and send their gods into the real Wushen Mountain, thus reaching the Yuanshen. .

As long as the gods are not destroyed, they will not die. It will take some time to reshape the body and return to the past.

It seems that there is only one thing in the road that is in front of their eyes.

"Several brothers, sisters, the cost of using this trick is really too big, but my brother and I have a killer, maybe breaking the current predicament." Jian Chen said, he can not leave because he is not alone One person, in the land of Yunzhou South, he has many old people and friends.

If he really left the last move, the Yuan family would definitely be unable to escape.

When the voice of Jian Chen fell, there was a very amazing sword gas that emerged from him, and his eyes lost the original color in this moment. The two shoulders and necks were as sharp as a sword. One of them turned into a dazzling purple, and it has always turned into a deep blue.

The two eyes, respectively, flashed purple and blue, making the sword dust of this moment look full of a sense of evil spirits.

This is the power of Ziqing Sword Spirit. Jian Chen has already called out the Ziqing Sword Spirit and prepares a pair of swords.

It is already a dead end, and even if it reveals its identity, it will not hesitate.

Just as Jian Chen was preparing to display a pair of swords, the unintentional boy who was sitting on the roof of a building in the southern city of Yunzhou, the imperial city of the Yangyang Dynasty, slowly stood up. The location to the mountain soul.

"The life and death of Wushen is not related to our Wan Gu Lou, but Jian Chen is a vital person. He can't die here. It seems that it is time to shoot." The unintentional boy whispered, quite a trace The meaning of the game is still unfinished. It seems that this battle, from the beginning to the end of the present, is a drama for him, a wonderful performance.

The performance is coming to an end, which makes him somewhat regrettable.

"The soul burial is the strongest of the martial arts. Now the lord has smashed the soul and then slowly cleaned up you." Gong Sunzhi heard a big laugh, his eyes locked in the body has been split into two The soul is buried, and the sword of the **** of the gods is lifted up, and he does not hesitate to bury the soul.

"stop!"

"Master!"

On the mountain soul, the exclamations began to sound, everyone changed their face, and the dust of the sword dust doubled up, immediately speeding up the fusion of the purple and blue swords.

At the same time, in the southern part of Yunzhou, the unintentional boy slowly raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was aimed at the empty space where Gong Sunzhi was. When he was about to take action, he suddenly looked at his eyes and revealed a touch of unexpected color. He whispered: "Hey! How did she come?"

With the voice of the unintentional boy, I saw the space in front of Gongsun’s body, and a huge crack was cracked in silence. This crack seemed to be a division of the heavens and the earth, and the Gongsun Zhi and the soul were buried. The space is created into two different worlds.

In the end, the sword of the **** of the gods in the hands of Gong Sunzhi entered the crack of space with the power of the heavens, and caused a huge wave in the crack of the space, while the soul burial opposite him was without any loss.

"Space law! Who is it!" Xu Zhiping and Sha Yun, who are bound to the mountain spirit, have changed slightly, and they sang a low drink.

This time, the martial arts were in the same vein, and the two of them were afraid of unexpected accidents. At this moment, the appearance of cracks in the space made them both tight.

Suddenly, Xu Zhiping and Sha Yun both touched their faces and looked at the waterdrops between the palms of the hands. They both looked at each other.

"Water? Not right, this is rain, where is the rain?" Xu Zhiping was shocked. Now he is in the sky, how can there be rain.

"Below, it’s raining..." At the same time, Gongsun Zhi also refused to take care of the sudden crack in the space, but looked at the head and looked at the vast expanse of the head that could not be clearly pointed out. All are stunned.

He clearly saw that there was a large piece of dense rain that did not know where it came from, and even sprinkled it from the empty space above the head, watering the starry sky.

The strange thing is that there is no gravity in the sky, no gravity, everything is floating, but this rain is really falling from the top of the "sky", the bigger and the bigger, in an instant, it becomes Poor rain, accompanied by lightning thunder, dark clouds cover the sky.