Peerless Sword Sovereign

The old voice, with infinite emotion, that kind of Twilight gas, but let the present people are born with a helpless.

Time is merciless, even if it is the highest level of cultivation, it can not escape the word "life and death".

The old man's eyes were sharp, as if the wind was howling and jubilant.

Su Jing's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were full of fear. When he was handed down, he also mentioned the wind god.

This man was originally a strong man who knew the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth. But ten thousand years ago, because of a big war with the strong man who inherited Sujing, Fengshen was a little better. But the devil corpse ancestor also let the wind God fall with the wind god's base camp.

After thousands of years, the two strong gods have already died in the long river of time. However, although these strong people are dead, they are still strong ones who can penetrate Yin and Yang. Therefore, a trace of the original spirit is still alive today.

"It's just a broken mark. Do you really think you have the ability to resist the heaven?"

However, the thought that the wind god is only a trace of the original God mark, Su Jing was afraid of the heart is also relaxed a lot. Smile at the empty shadow, look relaxed.

Feng Shen didn't fluctuate because of the underestimate of his back. His indifferent eyes were as calm as a mirror. There is no too much refutation, because he is a trace of crippled original God mark, the reason why he still gasps to now is also because of the persistence before his death.

"It's better to disappear from heaven and earth for this evil magic skill of harming others and benefiting oneself."

Fengshen picked up the Fengshen fan, and his eyes became gentle. It was like facing his lover. A warm voice sounded in everyone's ears:

"old man, let's fight for the next time."

The wind god fan trembled and made a buzzing sound. That is to say, the surrounding heaven and earth essence suddenly rushed to the wind god fan, and the wind god fan lit dazzling green light. When Su Yang and others looked, they saw the wind god holding the wind god fan and shaking at Su Jing.

With the wind god moving, suddenly fan out a dragon like wind, the wind blows toward Su Jing, the surrounding space is twisted by the strangling force.

This powerful attack can see that the faces of all warriors are covered with the light of thin wings. The despair in my eyes faded a lot.

However, in the face of such a blow, he saw Su Jing raise his hand, and the corpse gas swept out, and suddenly turned into a ferocious corpse puppet.

The wind stirred up Su Jing's attack, and the two gradually offset each other. Then the wind burst. Su Jing took back his hand and looked at the God of wind with a touch of mockery on his face: "if you were in the whole province, maybe it would be as easy to crush me as to crush an ant. But now you, what can I do? "

Many martial arts practitioners looked at Su Jing, who was arrogant, and the seeds of hope that had just risen were suddenly shattered. They thought that even if the strong were dead, the so-called lean camel was bigger than the horse. However, such fantasies were fragmented under Su Jing's ruthless tyranny.

Fengshen still did not have a trace of anger, at the moment he looked at Su Yang, the light words sounded in Su Yang's ear: "younger generation, borrow your body to use."

Su Yang has not yet agreed, but the body has been out of control to the wind god, as if there is an invisible hand to drag him. At first, Su Yang resisted a little, but then he relaxed.

Since Fengshen has something to ask for, it is obviously to deal with Su Jing. If Su Jing does not die, everyone will be doomed. Su Yang with the floating in front of the wind god, look at the almost illusory old man with respect: "what do you need me to help, younger generation will do my best."

The wind God light place next head, way: "just need to relax oneself as far as possible can."

With the fall of words, the spirit of Feng Shen rushed to Su Yang. At the next moment, Su Yang felt that his body had become someone else. Hands involuntarily extended to hold the Fengshen fan tightly.

"Little fellow, see clearly, observe clearly!"

The wind god's voice rang out in Su Yang's mind, but immediately saw Su Yang's hand fan Fengshen back. The sword elements in his body, including the only magic light sword spirit, rushed into the wind god fan madly.

at the moment, the essence of heaven and earth is sweeping again. Fengshen fan is like a bottomless pit that sucks the essence of heaven and earth. The volume of Fengshen fan is also gradually expanding, with a terrible momentum emanating.

"My spiritual power is disappearing!"

Wu Xiu exclaimed.

"Mine is disappearing too!" Suddenly someone responded and screamed.

"Look at that guy's fan Some people pointed to Fengshen fan and yelled, and all of them cast their eyes on Fengshen fan.

I saw that Fengshen fan was actually sucking colorful spiritual power in the void. Many martial arts practitioners were shocked to see all this, because those spiritual powers were their own.

"The wind god is angry!"

Su Yang finally spits out a low voice. As the sound falls, the Fengshen fan shakes forward and suddenly sees a colorful whirlwind flying out.

This whirlwind has a terrifying power, and its spirit power is transformed into a wind blade with a handle that can easily kill the martial arts cultivation in the real spiritual realm. Like tens of thousands of curved daggers, they hanged and killed Su Jing at a very fast speed.The wind blade tornado, which is more than ten feet high and several feet large, has dark cracks in the face space. A breath of darkness and desolation came from it.

And use this move, Su Yang's look is also become very pale, the whole person is like a frustrated ball, the spirit is dispirited.

In the center of the tornado, the wind blade rotates the fastest, and the space cracks are most obvious here. The tornado wind, with its powerful force to tear up the space, is devouring Su Jing.

Su Jing is staring at the fast attack with a pair of eyes. The corpse gas in his body is transferred out without money. After his hands continue to print, he turns into a nearly physical foreign body. It was like a fierce beast, but it was covered with body hair.

Whoosh!

The wind blows up Su Jing and takes him as the center. Sharp blades of wind cut Su Jing's hard skin, and Su Jing screams. Books see his eyes exude a fierce flame, see his lips move slightly.

Boom!

The deafening sound spread, is to see Su Jing's magic corpse real spirit exploded, the tornado's central space as fragile as glass fragmentation.

"I'll be back again!"

Su Jing is engulfed by the dark space, and there comes Su Jing's bitter shrieks. Even though he has disappeared, he is still scared to sweat.

The wind god's anger dissipated, and at this moment everyone was relieved for the rest of their lives. After that, we can see the gradual recovery of the broken space. Although the recovery speed is very slow, it is estimated that half a day can recover as before.

Whew!

The accident happened suddenly. Su Yang just fell powerless. However, a blue figure flashed, and it was sneaking toward Suyang.

"Looking for death!"

Ling Shengxu's eyes were cold and his body flashed. He caught Su Yang's body in front of the attacker at a super fast speed. Then he drew his hands and a black whirlpool appeared in front of him.

Liu Qing slapped his hand on the black whirlpool, and his pale look suddenly became paler. All his spiritual powers were swallowed by the black whirlpool.

"No! Give me a break

Liu Qing's hand was also engulfed by the black whirlpool. Liu Qing's eyes were full of fear. She screamed and begged for mercy.

However, Ling Shengxu gave Liu Qing a cold look, and his eyes swept all the martial arts practitioners: "those who want to make up their minds will have to die."

Hearing the cold words with Seng's cold and murderous air, some Wu Xiu who just blinked in his eyes immediately stepped back to show his innocence.

Liu Qing is gradually devoured by the black whirlpool. Ling Shengxu licks the corners of his mouth. He looks discontented and looks at the martial artists in front of the hall. But under Ling Shengxu's gaze, each martial artist feels scalp tingling.

"If you don't want to die, go away!"

Ling Shengxu said coldly. Suddenly, all the martial arts practitioners changed their looks. But when they saw that Liu Qing had just been killed easily, they were very cold. Unwilling to take a look at the last hall, one by one toward the exit of ancient space.

Su Yang sees Ling Shengxu frightening away all the warriors. He nods with satisfaction. Then he closes his eyes and begins to recover Jianyuan. A plant of spiritual wood was quickly swallowed by him, and then refined by Yan Yan Yan magic sword.

However, only half an hour, Su Yang's consumption has recovered to 7788. When Su Yang opened his eyes, the wind god fan trembled slightly, and then the original spirit mark of Fengshen reappeared. But at the moment, the spirit of wind is empty and weak and has broken.

"Younger generation, use your body to help me. In addition to the last trace of inheritance of the enemy, I will not treat you badly."

"It's my honor to be able to help the elder. Besides, the guy is still alive. I dare not ask for credit." Su Yang tried to restrain his excitement and said respectfully to Fengshen.

The wind god waved his hand, and Su Jing was engulfed by space. Obviously, he couldn't live. Therefore, the last trace of his obsession will disappear. But before he died, he had to return the last trace of cause and effect.

Fengshen hand, which means that the wind fan is slightly quivered, but it sees the essence of the wind that flows out of it. Just like the current, it rushes into Su Yang's body. Su Yang's body trembles and suddenly looks at Feng Shen.

"It's the old man's reward to keep his mind refined."

Su Yang's ears rang out the words of Fengshen, so he had to sit down and melt the essence of the whole spirit.

Qiyang and others have protected Su Yang in the middle, and they are secretly envious of Su Yang when they see him.

the wind god fan is gradually becoming dim with the essence of the wind. Finally, it is like a desk lamp that loses power. It completely loses its brilliance.

At the moment, Su Yang's breath has become extremely powerful, just a little less than that, is able to break through the last layer of membrane. It's a pity that the Fengshen fan is so brilliant that it falls to the ground like everything else.

At the moment, the seal of the spirit of wind is almost empty, and then it turns into a little blue light. It shoots at Suyang and gets into Su Yang's eyebrows www.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!