Martial Supreme Emperor

The sword Qi gathered in the void.

Between the heaven and the earth, the sword is shining, the sun is shining, and it is extremely powerful.

Among them, the power of the holy way falls down and kills everything.

The sword storm flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. Lan Yu took a look at it. The storm was very strong and terrible. Just one look, he felt as if he was going to fall into the enemy and be strangled by ten thousand swords.

Rao is so, he still hit a shiver.

That sword spirit is very strong.

However, he was still not afraid.

Who is he?

The descendants of the blue family, the top aristocratic family in Shenyu, are pure in blood and extremely gifted. Today's realm is far beyond Xiao Chen's, and is even more suppressed by the artifact of sage level. Today's Xiao Chen, even if he has great strength, will die here.

His eyes were shining and firm.

Let Xiao Chen sword storm raging, he is still standing still, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Zheng!"

Behind him, there is an ancient clock.

The ancient clock, with its golden light and simple atmosphere, seems to be inherited from ancient times. It looks like it has gone through the wind and frost, but it is extremely brilliant. On it, there are mottled and complex patterns engraved on it. Under the golden light, it reflects thousands of things, as if it were an extremely ancient magic weapon.

This clock is a famous soul clock.

It's one of Lan Yu's forces, not an external force.

At the beginning, he learned from the ancient bell, listened to the sound of the ancient bell, learned from it, refined the ancient bell, and awed the spirits. It was extremely terrible. In the holy courtyard, many people suffered from the loss under his zhenhun bell.

This clock has a strong attack means, especially to the mental power.

Lan Yu chuckled.

He dragged the ancient clock with one hand, and was covered with divine radiance. He was very sacred, just like a God.

Xiao Chen is in charge of the seven swords, which have their own attributes and are very overbearing.

Sharp, fierce, indomitable, invincible, destroy heaven and earth.

The power can tear the sky.

After the seven swords, Xiao Chen's body is surrounded by the power of the stars, covering hundreds of millions of sword river. Xiao Chen steps on the sword dragon to control the sky and overlooks Lan Yu, just like the master of kendo. His sword can cut the sky, the earth and the life.

The seven swords are flowing, the fairy power of terror is fluctuating, and the void is rippling.

Then, tear the void apart.

Both of them are powerful to the extreme, and they are already excited to fight each other. One of them is a disciple of Donghua palace, the lineage of Shenyu LAN family, and has a deep foundation. The other is a disciple of Ziyun palace, who is gifted with demons. What they bear in Ziyun palace is hellish practice. Even if the realm is not as good as it is, their combat power is still bursting.

Two people as if the tip of a needle to the wheat awn, are no less than let.

Looking at Xiao Chen's sword and dragon, the sun, the moon and the stars all flash their eyes. Looking at Xiao Chen, they are shocked. They naturally know that Xiao Chen is not weak, but it seems that they have never seen a real battle.

Not even in the Taigu holy battlefield.

At first sight today, although there is no war, the momentum is quite strong.

His Kendo is the peak.

In the holy courtyard, there is a sword palace, which is full of swordsmen. But they have no doubt that Xiao Chen's swordsmanship is not inferior to any swordsman in the sword palace.

Their eyes are shining.

In particular, when Xiao Chen was fighting against him, he didn't pay attention to it. But before Xiao Chen had time to show his real strength, he had already been beaten to death. Therefore, this is also the soul of the star envoy

Lan Yu opened his mouth. Suddenly, the zhenhun clock vibrated and roared.

All of a sudden, the whole void is reverberating. There is the protection of the immortal power of the holy envoy of the sun outside, and the power of the zhenhun clock can't be penetrated. Otherwise, the disciples outside are severely damaged by their spiritual power.

Those who are under the five heavens of asheng may not be able to bear it.

And the power was shaking wildly in the border. When Xiao Chen was in the middle of the bell, he felt the stinging pain of his mental strength, as if his mind and body were about to burst. He felt extremely uncomfortable, even the stegosaurus under his feet was roaring.

It's as if I can't bear it.

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed, his hair was flying, his clothes were fluttering, and his face was firm.

He covers his ears, and the power of the stars in his body is stronger.

"Xiaobai, Ziwei, Taiyin, Qisha, seal my spirit." Xiao Chen's voice reverberated in his body. Suddenly his spirit was sheltered by the power of the stars, and the power of the ancient clock could not penetrate it.

As for his divine consciousness, who can intrude when there is Nirvana and eternal life?

Zhenhun clock?

Ha ha...

Lan Yu wants to defeat him with his mental strength. Sorry, he is not qualified!