Hidden Blade

More than 36000 swords were buried in the tomb.

A sword is a man, and a man is a sword.

His sword is enough to resist the evil spirit.

Rao was the monk in black. Seeing this, he couldn't help but change his face. He looked at Wang Yangming, who was hanging in the sky. He seemed to have figured out some things suddenly. He said, "you can do this. I really admire you."

Speaking of this, the black monk's face shows the color of admiration, seems to be sincere, not fake.

Later, he sighed inexplicably: "the word" sword immortal "is really worthy of your honor

"What do you mean?" Meng Liang blinked his eyes and didn't understand.

But Wang Yangming didn't mean to solve his puzzles at all. Inspired by his sword spirit, Wang Yangming said in a deep voice: "I'll know if I fight!"

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the war is imminent.

With Wang Yangming's command, his tens of thousands of swords suddenly roared out with his magic sword. The dense blade, the mighty sword spirit, and the light of the sword cover the sky and the moon, no matter what kind of sword is enough to arouse people's soul.

At that time, the thin friar beside the monk in black jumped up and stood in the air. His fingers kept beating at that time. The fingertip seems to have a dark but real force constantly pouring out. Under the cover of this force, those purple monsters roared up to the sky, and then they met the flying swords with blood red eyes.

Although the sword spirit with the sword spirit is very powerful, the cultivation of these purple monsters after sanctification is also amazing. Even the weakest Saint soldiers are far more powerful than the monks in the seclusion. And their body is very strong, if not hurt to the key, in a short time can automatically repair their own injuries.

At the moment when the two sides fought each other in a short battle, the powerful swordsmen killed nearly 3000 purple monsters in the first round of confrontation, and the number of serious injuries was even more than 10000. However, after that, both sides fell into a fierce battle, and the number of the other side was large. In addition, there were many saints whose cultivation surpassed the half step immortal realm. Soon, the casualties of the sword Spirit side began to rise.

The sword spirit is destroyed and the sword is turned into powder.

The blood, the wail, resounds in this South wasteland.

Xu Han and Meng Liang also rushed into the array. Although Meng Liang's accomplishments were not as good as Xu Han's, his talent in Kendo and his rich experience in fighting allowed him to avoid most of the damage in this chaotic array. However, Xu Han was much more unreasonable. At that time, the physical strength of the immortal kingdom was revealed. All the moves were open and close. He almost killed the enemy with the way of rushing. Almost none of the seemingly tall monsters could resist Xu Han's one punch, and all the places he passed were full of flesh and blood.

Although it has not yet reached the realm of the demon king, it is extremely strong in flesh and blood. It constantly relies on the body to resist the attacks of those monsters. With the almost invincible xuan'er, he quickly harvests the lives of those demons.

However, although Xu Han's killing is rising, he can also feel that with nearly 2000 saints who have been sanctified join the battlefield, those ordinary sword spirits also begin to be harvested continuously. Almost every breath, there are several sound of long sword breaking through the battlefield. If it goes on like this, the victorious Libra will not lean towards them.

When Xu Hannian reached this point, he leaped and drank in the cold sky, and ice crystals shot out of the sky.

And his body went straight to the place where the sons of God were raging.

Xu Han broke the heads of the three saints in front of him, but Xu Han was not satisfied with it. He also said, "start the dragon and snake!" The sword dragon and the sword Python roared out and broke the hearts of the two saints. After losing five saints in succession, the army of saints fell into a rage and began to kill Xu Han.

Xu Han's face was happy. He wanted to defeat the nearly 1000 saints by himself. Just now, he killed the five saints. It seemed that he had destroyed the five saints, but in fact, he had consumed nearly half of his strength. Although the physical recovery of the immortal kingdom was terrible, it would be sooner or later to lose the battle. He did this not to kill the enemy, but to draw away the army of the son.

According to his understanding of these saints, it seems that once sanctified, although their accomplishments have been greatly increased, except for the strong ones at the level of Saint Marquis, the rest of their intelligence will decline seriously, almost the same as beasts.

When he was about to lead nearly half of the saints out of the main battlefield, a dark force suddenly descended from the sky. The saints who were looking to be killed suddenly turned their horses and killed again, while a large group of holy soldiers rushed to Xu Han at that time.

Xu Han's eyebrows frown, a big drink, ten side robbery!

The soaring sword dragon and the sword boa turned into ten huge sword shadows and fell down with the thunder in the sky. The fierce sword meaning and fierce thunder stirred the holy soldiers around Xu Han into ashes in an instant.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xu Han looked up at the direction of the dark power just now, but he was the thin monk who followed the king of dizang before. As soon as he was in a state of mind, he realized the key to the matter.

Let's not say that 80000 monsters are insane, that is, the ordinary 80000 generals and men are put on the battlefield to play their own role, and it is estimated that they are also scattered. If there is no way to drive these 80000 monsters, it will be very difficult for them to make reasonable adjustments in chaos.To understand all this, Xu Han's eyes to the sky is a coagulation.

Shoot the horse first, catch the thief and catch the king first.

Almost at the same time, he burst out with his feet on the ground and went straight to the thin friar who was controlling the 80000 monsters.

As a strong man in the fairyland, Xu Han's speed is naturally fast to the extreme. His fist was clenched at that time, and his whole body's strength was gathered on the fist style. The sharp vigorous wind swung away with his fist, which was full of flamboyance, and had the potential to break mountains and rocks.

In the face of such a blow, not to mention ordinary friars, even ordinary immortals may have to die.

But the skinny monk seemed to have never heard of it. He was still standing in the air silently, constantly tending those monsters to reap the sword spirit's life.

When Xu Han's heart sank, of course, he could see that the monk's accomplishments were extraordinary. The more powerful the monk was, the more powerful his perception was. His fist style was so powerful that the opponent could not be unaware of it. He was so calm. The only explanation is that he was not afraid of Xu Han.

With this in mind, Xu Han is not depressed, but at the moment, the two armies are fighting for the victory of a brave man. Naturally, Xu Han can't retreat. Therefore, his fighting style is even stronger, and the killing opportunities between his eyebrows are even more serious.

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seeing that Xu Han's boxing style was about to fall on the front door of the thin and weak monk, suddenly a huge figure leaped out of the monk's back. The fist he swung from his body nine feet away was several times larger than Xu Han's, and that fist also roared with great momentum.

Boom!

A bang exploded over the sand field.

The fierce vigorous wind set off, at the same time, towards the surrounding explosion.

It's hard to imagine that two people can set off such a great power just by shaking their flesh.

Rao is Xu Han. After retreating and standing still, he is also shocked. After arriving in the fairyland, he has hardly met a man who can carry his all-out punch. However, the man who is nine feet away and whose body is as cast in bronze is obviously an unusual man.

Xu Han clenched his numb right arm, thinking secretly, is this guy also a strong man in the holy land?

"Are you Xu Han? I've heard of you. Yes, the one who can take my punch has never been in senlo hall. " Xu Han thought about this, but the nine foot old man didn't have as many thoughts as he did. Instead, he grinned and his eyes were full of fighting spirit. It seemed that it was a very happy thing for him to meet an equal opponent.

But where did Xu Han come from to fight against him? In the past, dozens of sword spirits died in battle. Although they were not real people, they were already enlightened. From Xu Han's point of view, since they share the sword mausoleum with him, they are the same robes.

And since he is a fellow, he should protect himself with his life!

After reading this, he did not have half a minute hesitation. He called the black sword again and held it in his hand. As soon as he shook his body, he again killed the strong man who was nine feet away.

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