Divine Brilliance

The forty-first chapter of the sword of the emperor (the third is to recommend the monthly ticket)

The South Korean side heard a smile and had no sarcasm. The victory and defeat of m is not only affecting the heart of the 100,000 monks here, but even he is also looking forward to the final result.

And just after the shackles, in the eyes of the South Korean side, suddenly a face, a few points of joy: "The younger brother wins!"

Next to Wei Tian, ​​it is also a slight dagger: "Really wins!"

Fang Wen also sent a look, he also saw some clues. His uncle, this is indeed a victory.

After the shackles, the hundred thousand monks in the distance. It also started the commotion. Some of the strongmen above the ninth order have stood up.

"Look at this situation, it is to say that autumn has won!"

"The big extinction sword has broken! Only if he has even a trace of soul power, it will be difficult to reverse."

"The desire is actually lost, it is unbelievable. The ranking of the six swords in the cloud world, now only afraid to be replaced -"

"19,944, forty-sword swordsmanship, the last sword attack. A sword wins, and a battle with the Black Spirit Valley a year and a half ago is exactly the same!"

"The nine-level swordsmanship of the Great Swordsman can be cracked in all four hours. This talent is really unparalleled in the world-"

"--Cangsheng talks about autumn, is there a big sword in the Yuan?"

"After now, there is another person in this world who is on the top of the world. It is incredible to use the power of the seventh order."

That argument, once again, screamed. In the void, there was another cry of ‘铿’.

The silver sword shadow, suddenly the aura of light, sly and light. When it touched, the black sword tide, like the snow met the violent sun, they retreated.

That Jianguang is also almost an impossible thorn. The last resistance of the utmost will be broken and repelled. If the stars fall, they are invincible, until the end, only in the eyebrows, gently.

When this scene, completely freeze. Even those ninth-order powerhouses who had expected it early, still sighed each other.

And the 100,000 monks are even more vocal. Countless people have stood up and looked at the air.

The expressions are all intricate and complex, with a lot of emotion.

It is not only for the desire, but also sweeps the ten holy places, and the myth of the nineteen spiritual houses ends with regret. Also for the autumn, marveling like a meteor.

"This is about autumn, but it really won."

"The rising star, but the best."

“It’s really wonderful, it’s still not enough!”

"Before ten days, the first battle of snow was absolutely desperate, and one hundred and forty-six swords were defeated. Today, we talk about the autumn battle, four moments. The nine hundred and forty-five hundred swords, the battle won! This is the sacred road, sure enough It’s not a common sect to compare!”

"These two people, of course, will not be the reputation of the sword! I just don't know the other four, what is it?"

In the awkward situation, within the many disciples. In an inconspicuous corner, Xuanye is also amazed, looking at the sky.

- For a year and a half, she never gave up her efforts. Even in these months, there has not been a moment of rest.

But why is the gap between her and the talk about autumn still so great?

These two people, no matter who they are, she can't take it, even a sword!

Suddenly, Xuan Ye remembered the words of his master. She actually grew up in the greenhouse from beginning to end and never experienced the storm. And that desire. After debuting at the age of fifteen, the size of three hundred battles. Growing from the fifth stage. Almost no day, they are in danger and hone in life and death.

It is said that this person's sword is by no means comparable to her.

- This is the difference between her and this desire,

But why is this talk about autumn, and it is also like a desperate, even better? The swordsmanship seems to have gone through a lot of trials. Concise yet yet subtle -

Beside her, Yongqin was licking his lips, his tone was slightly weird, with a bit of joy, and some unwillingly said: "This is autumn, actually really won. It seems that I really looked down on him! Forget it, look at what he won this time,

I will not care about him. ”

Next to Chen Rou, it was a laugh. Darkly, you are not looking down, but you can't wait to be ugly, so you can get out of it. But knowing Yongqin, there is no malice.

In the distant crowd, there is still one person, it is Yuan Fei, his face is somewhat whitish, looking at the sky.

Suddenly, a silver bell-like chuckle came out of the ear: "Is this not a flying sergeant? What are you doing here?"

Yuan Fei turned his head and looked at it, only to see the beginning of the snow, it was sitting on a sword. In the air, Fei Ling looked at himself with a smile, his eyes full of excitement.

I don't know if I am happy to talk about winning the autumn, or I am falling for the sake of continuing to degrade him.

"The result is that I won't win the Lord! You can't change your name. What should I do?"

Yuan Fei’s face is blue and white, white and blue. Finally, a slight sigh, toward the first snow, a deep ceremony.

"In the future, Yuan Fei, the name is called Fei Yuan. In the same door, it is not easy to name before the chief and Miss Xue Xue praise!"

Then the figure swayed and lost, and went to the embarrassing direction.

The first snow saw a glimpse, and then some distressed nails were used to scrape the forehead.

Inexplicable in my heart, there is a sense of embarrassment.

It seems that this changed the name. Is this really a big blow to this Yuan Fei?

I still don't understand, this guy changed his name, what is the relationship with her and the young master?

It’s a pity that at this time, the sisters of Yan Ran and Yun Lan are no longer. If they are, they must know how to deal with them.

In the mid-air, the silver sword in Zong Shou’s hand, only lasted for a while, has dissipated. And the eyebrows of the desire, but also a little bloodline.

At the last moment, Zong Shou still has the will to kill, the power to kill on the spot! At the last moment, he took the sword.

The desire is stunned, until after the meal, the eyelids are restored.

"This is the second defeat after I lost to the sword madness! After a lifetime of three hundred and twenty-four, I lost only two of you!"

The sword madness is harmless, which is the first of the original three swords.

The soul of Zong Shou has not recovered much. The eighteen true characters in the body, black and white and two holes are all very wilting.

This battle has almost hurt the vitality. After a few days of retreat, it seems to recover like this. In fact, it can't recover too much soul energy.

If you can't talk, you can only listen quietly.

"But the two defeats, I am eager to take it orally!"

I want to say it, and laugh at myself: "Two years ago, I wanted to challenge the patriarchs. It was to complete the kendo accumulation and break through the opportunity. In order to fight the sword mad, but not to go to the five borders, I met. A character like you. In this world, there is actually a Kendo talent, a person who is comparable to the original!"

Zong Shou hugged his fist and gestured for his reputation. I want to go back and look at my own hands.

"But the results are not bad! This time, this battle, a lot of gains. I really want to ask myself, I have mastered the path of swordsmanship, it is a big chance. With the sword mad battle, and a little more grasp. Just today After that, I absolutely want another person who needs to catch up and defeat!"

Zong Shou shook his head slightly, and today he wins the victory, the outcome is actually just a line.

The talent of desperation is actually comparable to him. It’s just that he himself has reached the level of the sword, which is used to analyze and crack this great sword. It is naturally easier to score.

Waiting for this person, go back and absorb this harvest. If you want to defeat it, it will not be so easy. It is really impossible to catch up.

I also know myself, after breaking through the heavens. The accumulation of past lives has already been done. It’s not so easy to think about it later.

"I really don't know how old you are, how to practice swordsmanship. It is more concise than me, but also overbearing. It seems as if I have experienced countless killings before. The glory is full of atmosphere, and it is like the emperor of the sword. It’s heartfelt to surrender—"

Speaking of this, the eyes of desperation are slightly scattered. It seems to be thinking about something and losing the focal length.

Yue Yu is speechless, what is the brilliance of the atmosphere, the hegemony of heaven, the emperor of the sword? Why didn't he think?

Unwilling to ignore him, lost a moment, and then recovered.

"This war is over, and I want to stay more and helpless, and I don't want to be laughed at by those people. I just say goodbye! I hope that the next time I go to the door, you will not be defeated by others! Right, this time is a play. Rogue, blocking the door, I am not right! Sorry!"

When you say that you are leaving, when the voice falls, you will leave the space and time gap directly, and you will not know where to go.

At that time, the 100,000 monks were still in a hurry.

"Huang Huang is the atmosphere, is it a good thing? It really tastes a little!"

"The Emperor in the Sword? It seems to be a real name -"

"The second place in the cloud world's six swords, the sword king talks about autumn!"

Zong Shoufei is in the sky, and the sound below is also heard. It is not a big deal, it is quite awkward.

In the past life, he was among the players and was included in one of the Seven Emperors. He was called the Sword Emperor and he was still safe.

In this era of heroic generation, he really did not dare to be called the sword emperor.

What's more, there are many worlds outside the cloud world. They are all spiritual places, and the fairyland is flying all over the sky.

It was slightly frowning, and the voice of the South Korean side suddenly appeared at the side.

"After today, the younger brother is really famous in the world of clouds! The freshest sword is the second best. I don't know how it feels?"

In the words, it is full of ridicule. However, at the time of arrival, a little aura popped up and broke into the soul of Zong Shou.

It seems to be a drop of spiritual liquid ~www.readwn.com~ just in the moment of entering the body. Zong Shou felt like a sigh of relief, and there was a feeling of coolness and comfort.

The soul of the cognac is also in need. Restored the small half. Although it is in the soul of the sea, there is still some discomfort, but in the end it is to make the soul body, once again stabilized.

And talking about autumn, it is also a smile again.

"After today, the younger brother can be said to be everyone's attention. I am afraid that I will not be able to live again -"

When Zong Shoumei picked it up, he returned to normal. If you can keep a low profile, it is naturally best. If you can't, don't care.

I know it before. I am not the kind of person who can bear it.

"What fear?"

While talking, Zong Shou looked at his hands. I always feel that I am a sword, and I seem to have a breakthrough.

I can’t wait to be a sword at this moment, see if this is the case –

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