Chronicles of Heaven

The sword of the cold river is out, the sword is like a dragon, and it is covered with hundreds of miles.

Just like the previous punch, Wu Tie only had a sword, but there were sunrises and moons in the swordsmanship. There were stars in the column, there were mountains and rivers, there were spring and autumn reincarnations, there were more swords and swords, and there was a sea of ​​fire. Oil pan...

Between heaven and earth, what mortals can think and know can be looming in this sword.

Wu Tie has been thoroughly integrated into his own body, and naturally it is as clear as the real thing; those who have not yet integrated into the body are floating and floating, like a dream.

A sword emerges, like a small world of inclusiveness.

A sword is out, and all the mana in the Witch Iron is exhausted in an instant.

A sword is out, and the eternal fetus has become radiant and dim.

This is a sword that goes to great lengths.

'咔嚓', just like the arm before Wu Tie, Hanjiang Jiantangtang, an innate congenital soldier, could not bear the illusion of Wu Tie infused into it, from the tip of the sword to the hilt, collapsed. A straight crack.

In the hundred miles, the ancestors of the gods of the great martial arts were stiff and looked at the sky with fear.

The gods whip hang high, the purple gas shrouded the hundred miles, imprisoned the void and time, making their movements extremely slow and stiff, like a rusty iron shovel, the action reveals a ridiculously funny taste.

The sword of the Hanjiang River fell from the sky, and the sound of the piercing sword shook the surrounding peaks and violently. The blood layer shrouded in the mountains and the earth was cut off by the swordsman, and the blood and blood of the whole body rose up in the air. It is filled with a strong **** smell.

In the next moment, two beams of light rose to the sky, and two Dawu ancestors were beheaded by a sword.

Dozens of half-step gods and gods in the Ming Dynasty are in the swordsman's body, and even an exclamation did not have time to stay.

Only the one who was repaired as the highest of the Dawu ancestors, the whole body burned with blood and flames, the burning spirit and blood of the hard life, bursting out a huge anti-arismary force from the body.

Wu Yi’s sword fell, and the **** flames were hard and biochemical for a group of blood-colored lotuses to hold the swordsman.

The swordsman whirls, and the three **** lotus petals fall. The face of this Dawu ancestor suddenly becomes abnormal. The pores of the body have viscous plasma slowly oozing out, and the finger becomes a blood person.

It was the short-term moment that hindered Jianmang. The Dawu ancestor looked up and looked at the sky, and he sang a curse to the sky.

A stream of light rising from the top of his head, he directly sacrificed half of his soul.

In the fierce snoring, above the extremely high scorpio, a stream of light flashed like lightning, and the bang of the bang fell on him. A circle of divine light and gas waves spread toward the frenzied surroundings. The swordsmanship of Wu Tie’s swordsmanship collapsed and dissipated, and the whiplash was also shaken and swayed to the old high. The golden light was swept away.

The huge explosion tore apart the two seriously wounded Wu's ancestors, and two huge beams of light flew up.

Wu Tie, Li Guang, Zhao Wei and others were the first to bear the brunt. They were rushed by the light of the gods and the waves like the leaves in the wind. They flew backwards and flew back and forth hundreds of miles away.

The martial arts ancestors of the Dawu ancestors who sacrificed half of the spirits screamed, making a painful scream of sorrowful beasts. He groaned, and there was a set of magnificent armor with black blood on his body. His style was sinister and sinister, full of twisted and strange alien customs.

The giggling laughter, Dawu’s ancestors looked at the direction in which Wu Tie and others flew out, and slammed into the faces of several great Wei ancestors who had just been chased.

The fists of the fists fell, and the sharp sharp spurs on the fists slammed on the faces of several great Wei ancestors.

Another few beams of light flew up.

In the small valley, a light beam rushes into the sky. Under the extremely high dome, there is a fascinating cheers, which are the so-called gods who are harvesting the souls of these war dead gods.

"An Wang... Huo Xiong... The old man remembers you." Dawu's ancestors violently twitched, and the pupils of the eyes contracted and sometimes spread, and the body swayed and fled toward the distance.

In order to save themselves, I sacrificed half of the soul in an instant, in exchange for the full rescue of the sacred gods and the ten artifacts.

The projection of the Supreme Artifact descended in an instant, and it really forced Wu Tie and others to save their lives... But the loss of half of the soul made the Dawu ancestor on the verge of collapse.

While running away, I poured a bottle and a bottle of avenue Baodan Beans into my mouth. Dawu’s old-fashioned eyebrows flickered with blood, and the violent, chaotic spirits screamed wildly around: “An Wang Huo Xiong, Waiting for you... The old man and you are not dead... When the old man gathers the people, you must be ruthless, and you will be executed."

The blessing of the ten-party slain A, the sorrow of the great ancestors of the Dawu empire became extremely tyrannical, easily worn through the **** fog on the battlefield of the duel, and spread thousands of miles.

Wu Tie and others were smashed by the impact of the temporary outbreak of the fall of the Tenth Party. They easily stabilized their stature and heard the declaration of resentment and hatred of Dawu’s ancestors.

Wu Tie looked at the cold river sword that had cracked his right hand and smiled coldly.

"Is it? This king is also thinking like this." Wu Tie shouted: "However, the king does not need to gather people."

Deeply inhaled, the light around Wu Tie suddenly became dark. The heaven and earth of the battlefield of the duel can be thin to the extreme. Even if it is a monk of ordinary life, it will absorb the free energy of the sky.

Wu Tie breathed all the way, and there was a thin cloud rotation in the top of his head. It was obvious that a thin and thin world could be swallowed by him.

In the next moment, the earth under the foot of Wu Tie has disappeared into a large piece of several tens of miles in size and thick.

The earth, the rock, the property of the soil, is the condensed shape of the post-day glutinous soil... After the Wu Tie body, the black and white two-color glory is flourishing, and the congenital yin and yang are turned into a huge grinding disc, which will crush this piece of earth.

After the day is innate, the tangible is invisible, and the material is energy...

Reversing the congenital day after tomorrow, the hard-boiled life is a five-way reincarnation of the creek, and this large rock is turned into a group of pure and magnificent heaven and earth.

The faint shrine of the fetus suddenly illuminates, and this large group of heaven and earth can be swallowed by the witch iron, and then a frenzy of pure mana is ejected from the fetus and instantly fills the body. After the Wu Tie body, black and white, multicolored, a total of seven colors of light, and then a glimpse of the light along his arm, crazy into the Hanjiang sword.

"Sword!" Wu iron shouted.

These days, the kendo he understood was completely engraved in the sword of the Han River.

These days, with the help of Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong, and the power of 120,000 brothers, he realized that the Tiandi Avenue was all injected into the Hanjiang sword.

Everything in the heavens and the earth can be a sword.

After the thirteenth, the shadow of the sword on the jade dish is looming, and the edge of the jade plate is free of wind and leaves, and there is no magical light. Every piece of lotus leaves has a touch of sword and shadow.

"Heaven and earth, for the sword." Wu Tiezhen smiled and smiled: "The name of this sword... 诛, 戮, trap, absolutely ... four swords in one."

From the depths of the blood, there have been memories.

From the "Yuan Shi Jing", the inclusive of the Yuan Dynasty.

A sword-free sword that once appeared in the age of Taikoo mythology, at this moment, across the infinite years of the river, with the help of the hands of Wu Tie, through the body of Wu Tie, driving the Hanjiang sword of Zhen Zhenming.

Poor Han Jiangjian, he is just a good-natured innate spirit, how to withstand this terrible sword that is enough to destroy everything?

Everything in heaven and earth is condensed into this sword.

Everything in heaven and earth will be destroyed by this sword.

This is a sword skill that pushes the destruction and lethality of the kendo to the extreme and pursues the supreme killing.

Wu Tie... but the first step.

In his blood memory, the sporadic memory of this sword technique is waking up, and a magical power of creation is making these sporadic memories constantly perfect and constantly recovering, thus greatly enhancing the swordsmanship in the hands of Wu Tie.

The Hanjiang sword finally collapsed, from the tangible and qualitative congenital spirits, disintegrating into the most subtle particles.

Numerous tiny particles are filled with terrible power, bursting out with a dazzling light, and the gods are shackled by the swordsmanship released by Wu Tie, still maintaining the shape of the Hanjiang sword.

The mana that has just recovered in the body is once again consumed. The witch iron clenches the radiant hilt, and the terrible sword spurts out from the hilt. His flesh and blood are hardened, and the sword destroys the palm of the hand and makes a harsh tear. Sound, a large expanse of Mars keeps coming out.

Li Guang, Zhao Wei and others looked at Wu Tie like a ghost.

In these circumstances, they are no strangers - the major gates, the gates of the gates, the genius of the amazing talents, the blood of the ancestors to the extreme, the ancestral bloodline to the extreme, there can always be someone from the blood memory Get some of the anti-theft magic and horror secrets that the ancestors of Taikoo once had.

But what did Wu Tie get from his blood memory?

This sword has not yet been released, and Li Guang, Zhao Wei and others have already felt the threat of death. This sword, the sword in the sword, seems to be the embodiment of the ‘destruction’, who are facing the body of ‘destruction’.

"Go!" Witch iron mutated and did not know how many times, the congenital spirits were not hurt, the phalanx finally cracked, the pain hit, his eyes suddenly black.

If this sword is no longer going out, Wu Tie will be unable to pull out.

When the sword broke out, Wu Tie might survive, and Li Guang and others around him would be killed by the outbreak of sword.

However, Wu Tie’s hand wanted to move, but could not wave.

"Help me with my strength... I can't play the sword." Wu Tie suddenly found himself in an inexplicable state - he never thought about it, he integrated all the heavens and avenues he realized into his own enlightened kendo, actually It will lead to such awkward and terrifying scenes.

After Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin rushed to Wu Tie's body for the first time, the two men pressed their hands on the iron shoulders and tried their best to instantly inject all their mana into the witch iron body.

Wu Tie's body swelled up, and two huge mana made his body suddenly expand to ten feet. The huge mana of Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin's more than 100,000 years of hard work was filled with the empty body of Wu Tie. Refilled with power.

"Go!" Wu Tie screamed and shouted, waving his right arm and throwing the ball in the direction of the volatility of the great ancestors.

A faint sword light flew up in the sky, and then it looked like a long eye, and brought a gorgeous arc, with a terrible burst of roaring into the sky, and then toward the Dawu ancestor who was fleeing and cursing loudly. Falling down.

The moment the sword light fell, the sky seemed like a sun.

The embarrassed Dawu ancestors screamed and looked incredulously at the top of the head.

‘噗嗤’, a faint sword mans pierced the singularity of the martial arts on the head of Dawu’s ancestors, and the sinister scorpion’s heavy helmet, which shot a small sword mark in the middle of the helmet.

The sound of ‘噗’ was crisp and the body of Dawu’s ancestors was instantly annihilated.

The projection of a set of squadrons was empty and squatting on the ground. After a period of three or five breaths, I heard the shattering sounds. This set of projections was actually a trace. The disintegration eventually turned into a myriad of light spots that collapsed between the heavens and the earth.

In the innocent darkness of the black lacquer, there was a roar of hysterical hysterics.

The sacred gods of the Supreme Gods were destroyed by a dozen of sects. Although they were annihilated by the infinite power of the ten squad, the loss of this source is negligible and only takes a little time to recover, but some people dare Offensive artifacts of the sacred gods!

The blazing scorpion listed Witch Iron on the list of murders, and the hysterical swear swears that it must be smashed.

On the battlefield of the duel, Wu Tie looked at Li Guang, Zhao Wei, Xiang Feiyu and other people who issued a large number of warning letters, and the flames continued to fly in all directions.

Gradually, there are Li, Zhao, and Xiang's people, and even the other Qingqiu people from the door came to meet here.

Wu Tie chose a mountain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Mo Mo’s ancestor, Mo Yun, personally shot, and even the same group of ink-family people, connected hundreds of them with their military city into a magnificent city. Wrapped several mountains in it.

The sturdy military city stretches for dozens of miles, and there are countless organs, prohibitions, numerous traps and arrays, and a large number of trenches to hide them. Inside and outside the military city, a heavy armor secreted by the Mohist family is hidden in a thick metal wall. These heavy ordnance weapons are forged by the masters of the Mohist family, and even have the power to threaten the power of God and the world.

There are thousands of such heavy-duty ordnance weapons. If thousands of military weapons are launched, even if they are the ancestors of the three heavens and four heavens, they will not dare to confront each other.

The seven gate valves represented by the seven scattered people, among them, the master of the water vein traction, and the astronomical and geography of Yuan, together, the two joined forces, pulling the surrounding waters one by one, In the vicinity of the military city, a magnificent array of Wanlong water control was laid. The large array and the military city merged into one, and a large number of water vapors rose, and there was a fascinating phase.

The scattered and scattered, the Qingwu, the Dawei, who was beaten by the Dawu Kingdom, made a number of people to vote and stationed in the military city.

A few days later, the ancestors of the gods and gods in the military city had already had dozens of people, and the children of the half-step gods and gods had as many as eight or nine hundred.

And everyone calls friends and friends, and constantly sends letters, and more people come together.

On this day, a thunderous thunder sounded, and a team of Dawu Shenguo appeared in the military city hundreds of miles away. They stood unscrupulously on the top of a mountain and looked into the direction of the military city.