Strongest Sword God System

In the scorpio, a dazzling god of the gods passed straight, and the golden flame swept like a dragon with claws and claws. An indescribable sense of pressure spread slowly and enveloped the world. !

And in the endless flame, a slender and thin silhouette is faintly visible.

More than a hundred eyes are watching this scene nervously. When that silhouette is completely covered by the flame, many people take a breath and the eyelids can’t help but jump. This is the most powerful Martial Skill of the Liu Family. India, the rumor of contemporary Liu Family Patriarch has been defeated by Tian Yan鈥檚 number of King Dao powerhouses…

“It was actually the Tian Yan wheel of Liu Family. Liu Yan took his strongest means when he shot.

“The power of Tianyan Shennian is terrifying, but it is extremely troublesome to display. However, Nangong Yun and Fang Han have taken care of the Xu family, and they have won a lot of time for Liu Yan…”

“Xu’s guest is troubled… I am afraid that I will be born under the Tianyan Shenshen…”

The bodies of countless cultivations between the heavens and the earth are tight, especially those who are secretly watching the half-step Dao Foundation cultivation. Each eye is staring straight at the sea of 鈥嬧€媐ire that raging in the void, if Su Bai loses in the hands of Liu Yan, then Then they can’t keep silent. Otherwise, this Pengpeng treasure will probably fall into the hands of Liu Yan.

“boom!”

Under the gaze of countless cultivations, and the gaze of Xu Qian and others, the Tianyan wheel hovering in the sky finally fell straight down, heading to the position where the silhouette of the previous silhouette was, at that moment, the whole world seemed to be It is shaking.

Aura, which burned the sky, began to boil in the sea of 鈥嬧€媐ire. Looking far and wide, the whole world is somewhat distorted.

“Xu Qianjie…” Xu Jing’s teeth bite the lips, and the pretty face is covered with panic.

Xu Qian’s beautiful eyes reveal a dignified color. She walked forward with the golden long spear. The violent thunder ran out of the gun. “Xu Jing, I try to drag these people… If you have a chance later First evacuation…”

“Retreat is gone, today you Xu family would like someone to leave here!”

In the void, Fang Han looked at the terrifying sea of 鈥嬧€媐ire, and his eyes twitched gently, but he noticed that Xu Qian was coming out. Whispered with a sneer: “Even if you Xu Qian. Today, you must also eliminate the jade.”

At the moment when the voice did not fall, Fang Han figure went straight to Xu Qian, and his hands waved, and suddenly the world was cold. A torrent of cold like a beam. Whistling. Carrying Aura, who is cold and cold, goes straight to Xu Qian.

Xu Qian jade foot, the lovable body is also rushing out. In the hands of the golden long spear on the thunder light Dasheng, a sharp and harsh thunder sounded through the world.

“The Gun of Thunder…”

Countless thunder light madly condensed on the tip of the gun, directly coincident with the fierce gunman, in an extremely fast posture, lightning-fast violently against the cold.

The Gun of Thunder, one of the most famous Martial Skills of Xu Family in the Great Yan Dynasty.

The power of this Martial Skill in Xu Qian’s hands is more terrifying than Xu Jing, especially after incorporating Xu Qian’s guns, crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

boom!

The torrent that carried the chill was slamming down, and suddenly the gust of wind and snow picked up, and finally collided with the violent golden long spear.

“Is it a gun? It鈥檚 time to see if your guns are a little better, or if my Ice Concept is stronger.”

Staring at the scene, Fang Han鈥檚 lips sneered a sneer, because he saw a golden frost on the thunder light, and a layer of visible ice was spreading out quickly, smashing the thunder and the rushing thunder. The guns on it were all frozen, and finally the layer of frost had begun to spread to Xu Qian鈥檚 right hand.

A bitter chill came out of the way and went straight into the bone marrow.

Xu Qian face slightly changed, she did not expect Fang Han’s Ice Concept is so terrifying, long spear swiftly swept open, sweeping all around the ice torrent, its lovable body is a fast backward withdraw.

“It鈥檚 late…” Fang Han saw it, and he smiled, his hands were together, and he saw countless beam-like cold currents coming out from his with the body suddenly launch. Densely packed, in a flash, a cold ocean was formed around him. The wind was snowy, but just as he was about to fight against Xu Qian, his eyes jerked and he turned his head, his eyes slightly shaking and looking at the fire.

Nangong Yun and Liu Yan seem to have noticed what they are looking at. The eyes are straight on the fire in front of them. There, the endless fire tongue rises to the sky. The Tianyan wheel in the center is like the same day, and it is emitting an endless flame and burning. This piece of heaven, the whole void is somewhat distorted.

However, in the sea of 鈥嬧€媐ire, there is an empty and melodious sword cry.

This sword cry sounds like it has come from ancient times, tearing time and space.

This time, other cultivation people also noticed that something was wrong, and they all came to the eye, only to see the center of the endless fire, a savage sword light suddenly appeared, carrying an indescribable Sword Intent, skyrocketing.

At this moment, the golden fire sea was uncontrollably broken.

Even the stunned Tianyan Shennian was slightly trembling. Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes, this sword light eventually crossed the Tianyan wheel, a visible crack in the Tianyan wheel. Spread out, the terrifying Sword Intent is turbulent, and this celestial god slams and crashes.

In this scene, everyone watching was stunned.

“This…” In the distance, the stunning eyelashes of the woman’s enchanting eyes shook in the wind, and the eyes stared straight at the sword light. The sword light was actually a rusty iron sword, and with the Tianyan wheel broken, The iron sword slammed in midair, and then it fell straight toward the fire below. There, the sea of 鈥嬧€媐ire spread out, and only a slender and thin silhouette stood quietly.

That silhouette , white clothed hunting, like the blade-like dark wings condensed from behind his back, on this wing, a path of sturdy Sword Intent exudes.

Su Bai reached out and held it in the empty sky, just holding the iron sword that fell straight down.

At the moment of holding the iron sword, Su Bai’s whole person’s aura became sharp and the chill came from his shackles. He suddenly turned and looked coldly at the front of the square, and the wind and wings behind him quickly spread out. The endless Sword Intent swayed and set off a terrifying hurricane. The next moment, Su Bai’s figure disappeared into place, like a sword rainbow across the world.

An inexplicable chill came from the chill of the heart, and Fang Han looked at the rushing sword rainbow. He did not expect that the latter could safely withstand the Yanyan wheel of Liuyan, even so cloudless. The wind was lightly broken. For the first time, Fang Han finally felt trembled. The strength of this youngster was far beyond his imagination.

“Ice the ice column…”

Fang Han鈥檚 hands were hug, and the torrent of ice circling around him was like being bombarded by giant forces. He was madly rotating around his body, suddenly forming an icicle-like icicle, and numerous lines appeared on it. The surrounding world of Spiritual Qi is an uncontrolled gathering, integrated into this icicle, making the pressure on the icicles extremely powerful, and Fang Han’s body is in the center of the icicle, his eyes A cold, this icicle rises into the sky, carrying his body, and slamming into the looting Su Bai. Wherever he goes, the emptiness of the sky swells and sets off the storm.

The icicles have not arrived, and the white snow has covered the whole world.

Countless people are looking forward to this scene, especially those who are Fang Family cultivation, each with a dignified color on their faces. They know the power of this cold ice, and Fang Han has actually used it at this time. Su Bai forced him to the point where he had to use it.

Su Bai’s silhouette is a bit small compared to the overwhelming snow and the huge icicles like the pillars of the sky.

But in the moment when a loud sword cry rang out, the overwhelming snow was stagnant in vain, and then everyone saw a spectacular scene, only to see those rib-shaped snowflakes as if they were involved. , pointed finger towards forward, where Su Bai holding sword comes, the rusty iron sword is shining with a dazzling light.

“Sword God smiles…”

Su Bai’s right hand is light, and the long sword in his hand is gently pierced.

Buzz!

The iron sword whispers, the mighty Sword Intent sweeps out in the sky, blends into the snow, and the snow flutters, and the sound of the word cry sounds inside, screaming at the icicles that plunder from the distance. Drag a sword shadow, densely packed, if you look at it from below, you will see that there are countless sword shadows whizzing past the sky, everything in front of it is torn apart.

This scene completely shocked everyone present. They never had such a sword technique, so shocking human heart.

Hey! Hey!

a path of tiny cracks spread out on the icicles, the chills in the icicles are a little tremble, he can only watch this scene.

Even if True Qi with the body’s True Qi surges into the icicles, it can’t stop the spread of the cracks. Finally, the overwhelming snowflakes come together to form a huge sword light, straight slash down at On the icicle, this icicle can no longer bear, and it is broken. The square cold in it is white and spits out a blood, which is obviously a heavy blow.

Fang Han figure retreats and does not dare to confront Su Bai with his own power.

Shua!

However, his figure just retreats, and a silhouette is like a lightning storm. The snow flies along with this silhouette, the screaming sword light tears nothingness, and the violent spurs come from the fear of Fang Han.

This one sword, too cold, cold makes the square cold body straight up.

This one sword, too fast, let Fang Han only see the sword light flashing past, without the power of parry.

Pu!

The cold sword edge pierced the skull of Fang Han, and the scarlet blood splattered, stained with red wind and snow, stinging the scorpion of everyone.

“Congratulation to the Host for obtaining merit points …”

Su Bai looked indifferently in the cold, draws the sword, a series of scarlet swaying down from the peak of the sword, he suddenly turned around, looking at the distant face of the scared Nangong Yun and Liu Yan, stepping into the air… …