Legend of Swordsman

The prosperity of the old sword actually hurt him!

You have to know that Diqing is already Jiu Zhuan Dayan Immortal and is at the top of the list. Even Dayang Xian in the same realm can hardly hurt him.

But in this face-to-face, the old saying that he walked out of Huang Quan was just a light sword, hurting him.

Not only is it Qing Qing, after Jian Wushuang dismissed that sword, the inscrutable sword intention also made his body blood and tumbling.

This understatement of the sword made them suffer to varying degrees. Then Huang Quan's old road did not stop at all, and the Baoguang True Sword stabbed again in the hand!

"Chengqi!" Shen Qingsheng said the idea, and an uncoverable Chongxiao Damang surged from behind him.

A pure white Baiwu condensed, a pupil as holy as a snow lotus had a charm, and then resolutely hit the old Huangquan Road.

Seemingly feeling threatened, he took a step back and swiped the dust with his left hand.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of strands of white silk fluttering like strips of long snakes, facing the white Wubao.

When the two collided, the white Wubaoxiang hadn't even had time to release its momentum yet, and it was entangled by hundreds of thousands of strands of white silk.

Jian Wushuang's brow furrowed, and he turned to look at the pale Zhao Ting and Xi Qingchi beside him. "After a while, I will try my best to tear this circle apart, and you will have as far as you can go."

Zhao Ting looked at him and opened his mouth but said nothing.

Xi Qingchi's eyes were reddish, and Nuo said, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong."

"I can do it myself." Jian Wushuang finally looked at her, carrying the invisible long sword, and resolutely moved forward.

Di Qing looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "Although this old Tao has already died, but the energy contained in his body is extremely abundant, I am afraid that his fairy source has not been consumed."

Jian Wushuang looked at the front with dignified eyes. If the judgment is correct, then Huangquan Lao Dao is very likely to be the peak of nine-turn Da Yanxian, which is in the same situation as Di Qing.

And Huang Quan's old ways are far from being a single fight. More and more fairy bones tear the fairy tomb and walk out of the fairy tomb. Let him dispatch the messenger.

This entered the first battle of Da Mi Tian, ​​I am afraid it is quite tricky.

After Di Qing's blow was offset by the white dust from the dust, Huang Quan's Tao no longer fought, but retreated quickly, waving the dust in his hand.

The dust seemed to have some kind of enchanting magic sound, and those fairy bones flew over from all directions again.

"Don't let these things near me, I went to pick up the old head." Di Qing said looking at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang nodded his head, releasing the unmatched force directly in his palm, each strand was enough to crush a fairy bone.

Yi Qing's body shape no longer stayed, and suddenly a pair of wings with gold lines around him loomed over the sky.

Facing the old saying of Huang Quan, he no longer released the treasure, but shook the wings behind him.

In an instant, countless, like the mountains and seas, the dynamism will burst out completely!

There are hundreds of millions of golden feathers, with an unimaginable breath, the heavens and the punishment are generally falling!

Every golden feather is destroyed, the dead air on the sky is swallowed, and a shocking big hole is burned, and everything is illuminated.

This is the full-strength form of Diqing, an unreserved form.

"boom!"

Master Huang Quan raised his head and looked at the sky-destroyed Jin Yu, waving the dust in his hand.

Fu Chen Bai Si stretched for thousands of miles in an instant, and turned into a party to protect himself.

At this moment, the earth was torn, and countless immortal bones were burned up by the falling golden feathers, and they burned up together with the earth.

The dust-bound enchantment built by Huang Quan's masters, even though it was sturdy again, was still unable to contend with the golden feather that carried the mountain-sea trend.

After the dust enchantment was torn open, the sky-like golden feathers were like locusts, and they rushed to Huangquan's old road.

The indescribable martyrdom centered on him, tearing the North Heavenly Domain directly from the middle, and the plane will be torn apart.

The energy dissipated by this kind of escape cannot be sustained under Yan Xian. Jian Wushuang reached out to protect the Qingting Pool Zhao Ting behind them, and then prepared to break the formation under him.

At the next moment, the old man resounded like Hong Zhongda Lu's voice.

"set!"

He held the invisible sword and prepared to push it horizontally. He only felt that his body was blessed with some kind of shackles, and he even directly interrupted his control of Yanli!

Even Qing Qing above the void was affected, and his figure trembled, and he landed uncontrollably.

The world is silent, only the burning fire spreads!

Whispering white silk enchantment retreats, revealing Huang Quan's old figure.

At this time, he was not embarrassed, his gray skin was burned into large holes, revealing the horrible bones, and one of the two eyeballs also burst, even more terrible.

"Thief, dare to insult me?"

He was furious, and his rotten robe, even with the dust in his hands, turned to ashes, "Today, I will ask you to turn into nourishment in my Huangquan Fatian array!"

The deafening voice stopped, and Huang Quan's old right hand held the sword, turning into a sensational bone in his left hand.

Immediately, the large array of immortal bones trapped by Wushuang Jian, Di Qing and others slowly rotated.

Uncountable broken fairy bones rise and fall in it, with fierce extreme murderousness and death energy.

These countless Yanxian powers that once fought in the Quartet and died here, even the dead bones after death, have been refined and become the nourishment of the Great Array.

This is a fierce battle!

Along with Huang Quan's old ways, this Huangquan Fatian array began to fluctuate and became like a quagmire.

The feet began to become muddy, and at the same time a pair of white bones palms protruded, madly grasping at Jiajian Wushuang and others.

There was also a strong blood of God, and it immediately rushed up.

"We are all nourishment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com commemorates the souls of my dead subordinates." Huang Quan's old voice chanted lowly, accompanied by his voice, the blood of the entire Huangquan Fatian array completely wiped the sword Wushuang and others. Swallowed, then boiled.

There are still immortal bones coming out of the immortal tomb, and they rushed towards the magic circle without turning back, and merged into it, becoming a part and a strong formation.

The boiling and viscous blood of God is like a Tianhe falling from the sky dome, ugly and ugly.

Huang Quan Lao Dao looked at this scene with only one eye left. He seemed very satisfied, and then moved forward.

At the next moment, the blood river in Huangquan Fa Tianzhen trembles suddenly, and then a figure emerges quietly.

He wasn't soaked with blood stains all over his body. Gao Qing held up an invisible long sword in his hand, drawing bows and arrows like shooting the sun, and his arm's tension was rounded to the extreme.

At the next moment, the invisible long sword was suddenly thrown out, as if the arrows shot by the god's bow were anxious, with a forward-looking trend!

The sky trembles, wherever the sword front passes, the void is broken.