Doomsday Sanctuary

Zang Tianlong slashed out with a single sword, the sword with a dull sound of wind and thunder, as if it was crushing the air, the majestic power was shocking.

Xing Chi suddenly opened his eyes, his arms shook, and the Xuan Iron Club bounced up. He grabbed the stick with both hands and clicked out with one stick. The head of the stick formed an air barrier in the air like a bullet, "One stick will fix the universe!"

when!

The head of the club and the epee fought together, and there was a thunder in the sky, huge sparks splashed in all directions, and a vigor visible to the naked eye shot around in the air.

Xingzhi slid more than ten meters away on the ground, and he made two deep marks on the rocky ground. He suddenly sank his waist and dropped his hips, stabilizing his figure with a horse.

At this time, Xing Chi was surging with blood, breathing like wind and thunder, and his face was flushed. He held a stick in both hands, but his fingers were shaking constantly, and his eyes were shocked.

And Zang Tianlong also flew upside down, a beautiful upside-down in the sky, and fell on the ground, holding swords in both hands, his eyes fell on Xingzhi's body with a smile of approval and said: "Yes! Can take a blow to me without defeat, The master is not weak!"

This is too mad, but Zang Tianlong has mad capital. Xingzhi doesn’t feel that this is a madness at all. The blow just now was just a random blow, but he had already exerted almost all his strength. The stick almost made the opponent slash with a sword. .

Xingzhi stabilized his mind and looked at Zang Tianlong and said, "Zang donors are highly skilled in martial arts, and Xingzhi admire!"

Zang Tianlong smiled faintly: "Does the master still fight?"

Xing Chi nodded solemnly and said, "I want to try it!"

Zang Tianlong's face was really sinking. He just gave the monk a lesson. He had already reserved his hand. He didn't expect that the other party would not appreciate it. He shouted in a deep voice, "See the real trick under your hand!"

Speaking of him, he suddenly held the sword in both hands, stepped forward, turned the sword out, and shouted: "Heavenly sword fight, the first type of wolf smoke!"

boom! The sword came out like a violent wind, and countless broken stones were swept up by the violent wind, forming a storm toward Xingchi.

"A stick breaks the mountains and rivers!"

Xing Chi yelled, jumped up, and shot out with a stick. The shadow of the stick was like a mountain, like a stick shaking the sky and a huge stick trying to split the world.

The stick shadow collided with the storm, and there was a roar, and the storm separated to both sides, as if it was a dam dividing water. Seeing that the storm was about to be broken by the shadow, Xing Chi's expression changed at this time.

when! With a scream, a golden sword shadow hit the stick shadow in the storm, Xing Chi seemed to be hit by a train and shot backwards.

"Ba Sword Second Form, conquer the world!"

At this moment, there was a low voice in the storm, the storm seemed to explode from the middle, a sword of light was like a sword of conquest with incomparable iron and blood, slashing towards the retreating Xingzhi.

"The overlord lifts the tripod!"

Xing Chi yelled, holding a stick in both hands, trying to block the sword.

when!

The scream sounded again, and Xingzhi was like a baseball being hit by a baseball bat, and it flew out thirty or forty meters in an instant, hitting a boulder and shattering the boulder.

Xingzhi spouted blood and fell to his knees. Although he was holding the stick, his hands were red at this time, and even the stick body was dyed red.

"The monk is proud enough to be able to pick up my two swords and fight against you!"

Zang Tianlong fell ten meters in front of Xingchi, looked at him proudly and said, "Now do you admit defeat?"

"Little...Monk...Recognize!"

Xingzhi was about to get up, but he spouted another mouthful of blood, his eyes were unwilling, but he slowly reached out for the tag.

"Stop hurting my people!"

At this moment, with a loud shout, a figure rushed from a few hundred meters away.

"Uncle Master!"

Xing Chi suddenly raised his head, and cried out in surprise when he saw the figure flying over.

Zang Tianlong narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the rushing figure. There was a faint sneer on his face, and he suddenly said indifferently: "It's another monk, and it happened to be served together!"

The visitor was Dezheng. He saw from a distance the blood-covered lunatic, and his eyes flashed with rage and fiery temperament. He didn't talk nonsense at all. He threw directly at Zang Tianlong and shouted loudly:

"Sword Qi Slash!"

"The monk is rude!"

Anger flashed in Zang Tianlong's eyes, and he stepped out in one step, slashing out with the same sword, "Broken Moon with one sword!" A white sword energy slashed out.

boom! The two sword auras collided together, and a wave of air burst out in the sky, and the leaves blowing violently from dozens of meters away.

Zang Tianlong withdrew two steps backwards, two footprints shook out on the ground, and a trace of attention rose in his eyes to look towards Dezheng.

Dezheng's figure fell to the ground, and the shattered ground shot randomly, withdrawing more than a dozen steps before standing still.

He was full of energy and blood, and a big sword in his hand buzzed and trembled, and there was horror in his eyes.