Invincible Divine Dragon’s Cultivation System

Chapter 1214 The name of the sword magic 4

Wang Xian’s impression of a dilapidated young man is better.

He gave him the golden water kendo of the cold, and saved his life. He walked for an hour in the direction of the sword house.

He can feel the nature of this youth.

In addition, he promised to find a descendant for him, and let this descendant carry forward the Jinshui Kendo.

Although it is said that Leng Cang is a dead person.

Under all kinds, Wang Xian decided to take the shot.

His palm moved slightly, and a long sword appeared in his hand, a black long sword.

The long sword is very deep. This long sword is a non-attribute sword. In the same level, the value of this sword is the lowest.

But this long sword is best for Wang Xian.

The name of the sword is not magic, and it is made of no magic stone. It is a long sword with a second hole of Wang Xian from the sword house.

"Escape, still want to escape? I want to see where you fled?"

Meng Shaoqin saw the veteran's escaping from the old man's clothes, and his face was excited and his face shouted with a cold face.

"Little Qin, what happened?"

The middle-aged gaze standing on the horrible sword of the kilometer was glanced at the dilapidated youth in the clothes and asked.

"The old man, this guy killed us a group of Mon people, even half a hole and three extraordinary nine-order people are dead in his hands!"

"There is a hole-level weapon in his hand, or a ninth-order cultivator with golden water and double attributes. We must not let him escape!"

Meng Shaoqin squatted toward the middle age and said quickly.

When he spoke, more than two hundred people of the Mon nationality were surrounded by the situation and surrounded by the central position.

"What? Double attribute cultivators have reached the extraordinary nineth order!"

Meng Shaoqin’s words even the Mon nationality’s old look was amazed, and the eyes were shocked and stared at the worn-out youth.

Such a young man is so enchanting genius, he was the first time he met.

This talent, 100% can be called Tianjiao.

"If he is a genius, he will be the best in his life. Before he grows up, dare to provoke us the Mon people, they are all looking for death!"

There was a cold voice coming from the rear, and an old man slowly flew over, and the air was dying to lock the young man in the central clothes.

"Dare to kill our Mon people, and control his genius, you must die!"

"Yes, he will die today, he will die anyway, no one can save him!"

Some of the young people around the Mon, staring at the raging old-fashioned youth.

"If you are a genius, you will be the best in your life. If you don't grow up, you will be weak!"

Zhou Yanmei stared at him coldly in his eyes, muttering in his mouth.

Everyone around to see this scene is also slightly lamented.

Genius and Tianjiao can't be called strong before they grow up.

Standing on the center of the old clothes, the old face was full of bitterness and helplessness. Slowly, his face showed a decisive look.

He clasped his big sword in his hands, and he did not speak and remained silent.

This is a decision.

"Let me kill and kill a generation of Tianjiao!"

Standing in the middle of the kilometer sword, the middle-aged slowly said that the big sword underneath dissipated, and he had a blue sword in his hand.

"It’s a privilege to be able to die under my sword with a sword!"

He stared blankly at the shabby old youth.

"Oh, a guy who bullies a bad guy is not too much!"

Just be prepared for the Mon nationality!

Just prepare for temporary anti-wear in the worn-out clothes!

A voice that suddenly rings through the entire area.

The abrupt voice made everyone look a little stunned and his face was stunned.

Even the two strong ones around the hole were surprised.

At this time, who dares to say this?

And listen to this voice so young, which kid is not known to live and die?

However, several young people beside Wang Xian stared at him with a shocked look.

Wang Xian had a smile on his face, and the people around him could not see his smile. He could only see the black mask he had simulated, obscuring his face.

He slowly walked toward the central position, holding a sword without a sword in his hand, and glanced at the Mon people.

"Where are you guys who don't know how to live!"

The Meng nationality, a half-step hole, was chilling toward Wang Xian, and his eyes flashed with murder.

"I don't know who is alive and dead, maybe not me!"

Wang Xian still said faintly, and he continued to walk forward, full of wind and light.

The young man who was surrounded by the shabby young people in the central Qingshan heard the voice of Wang Xian, and his body could not help but tremble.

He widened his eyes and stared at Wang Xian with his face.

This figure slowly coincides with a shadow in the mind.

"Yes...is a senior, is..."

He muttered in his mouth full of excitement.

Wang Xian heard his subtle voice, glanced a faintly, followed by sweeping the Mon people.

"His life, I am guaranteed!"

The plain voice with a doubtful voice was once again introduced into everyone's ears.

"What are you doing, pretending to be a ghost!"

When Meng Shaoqin heard Wang Xian’s words, he stared at him with embarrassment.

All the Mon people also slowly sinking their faces and staring at the king of the mask.

"Who is this? I want to keep that young man!"

"Listening to his voice is so young, if you want to keep that young man, you must have the strength to deal with the two powerful first-order powerhouses of the Mon nationality. Obviously, such a young voice cannot be owned!"

A group of people around looked at Wang Xian’s indifferent coming, and his face was surprised and whispered.

"I see, you want to die with him!"

The blue-colored long sword in the old hands of the Mon middle-aged man gently stroked, making a sound of the wind, staring coldly at Wang Xian.

"Haha, try it!"

Wang Xian looked at the Mon people and laughed aloud: "That kills!"

kill!

When Wang Xian’s last killing word fell, the unmagic sword in his hand went straight to the two strong ones.

Sword in the water!

Wear a golden sword!

The powerful Jinshui Kendo attacked them in an instant.

"court death!"

The two men of the Meng nationality, the first-order powerhouse, showed murderousness in their eyes, and the sword in their hands directly greeted them.

At the moment of their attack, Wang Xian’s attack did not stop.

Real. Jian Yu!

Real. Jian Yu, a range of attacks!

The unmagic sword in the hands of Wang Xian pointed to the sky. In an instant, the strange clouds of gold and blue condensed in the sky.

"Hey!"

Covering a strange cloud with a radius of two kilometers, it directly shoots out the Jianyu and concentrates on attacking a group of Mon people.

"What? He really dared to fight against so many powerful Mon people!"

"His attack is very strong, retreat, we hurry back!"

Huge clouds have covered many people around them. When they were shocked that Wang Xian was so daring to fight against the Mon people, they were also afraid of the strange clouds in the sky.

Everyone, quickly escaping in the distance.

Next, there may be a battle between the strong and the strong!

(End of this chapter)