Supreme Pill Saint

Just then.

"Sword!"

"Sword!"

"Sword!!!"

"Sword!!!!!"

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Suddenly, in the small space, Su Chen raised his head abruptly. His face did not change. It seemed that he was locked by the blade. The ancient dust sword in his hand fluctuated continuously.

Does Xuanqi want money?

Such a continuous push?

At one breath, Su Chen actually hit nine swords.

Yes, nine swords.

Exaggerated figures.

You know, if a general martial artist, like Su Chen, tries his best to use his sword, he will consume a small half of his body's mysterious Qi and be able to hit three swords in a row, even if it's good.

And Su Chen?

Add the first sword just now. It's 10 swords in a row.

Not only that.

Su Chen's nine swords have their own rhythm changes.

Actually, there is a sword movement between the hidden, just right, common attack, resonance and vibration.

There's no time interval. It's too fast.

No matter Su Chen or Zhuo Ming, the speed of fighting is really fast.

The collision of sword and knife doesn't give people time to think.

Collision again.

In the eye.

A layer of weird three air ripples, in the wave.

9. The sword is superposed with sharpness, and the blade of the Ming Dao encounters.

Two, one is bright red, the other is absolutely black.

Between them, like two halos of arc, staggered together.

A secluded sword mingles with the general terror atmosphere, which permeates from the small space

You know, it's a small space, a different space. Under normal circumstances, it won't involve the real space.

But at the moment, the air is still out.

That breath, let the sword repair or the knife repair on the scene, all the faces changed, and then changed, all opened their mouths, shocked beyond any further.

Strong!!!

Strong from the heart.

Deep in the soul are worshipping the strong.

For the control of swords and swords, the two men have been practicing for billions of years.

That's the moment.

Suddenly.

Bright red and black arc halo, annihilate together.

Both of them are dead.

"I've got 10 swords, which is worth one." Su Chen mumbles to himself, obviously, dissatisfied, the gap of strength is very large.

It's really big.

However, in addition to their dissatisfaction, more is excited.

The strength of the other side made him very excited.

This is the cultivator!

Before, what kind of rubbish was it?!

Su Chen is not satisfied.

But all the martial artists outside the different space almost knelt

Su Su Su Chen catches Zhuo Ming's knife?!

It's a ghost!

Unspeakable horror.

Don't underestimate this move. If you want to be a martial arts cultivator on the eighth floor of Huangji, you probably can't do it.

Su Chen, however, is only on the third floor of the supreme emperor's realm.

Dozens of small states are missing!

The other side is Zhuo Ming, representing the existence of the highest talent and combat power of the young generation in the world.

"Martial arts talent beyond the will of the road." The ancestor of Li family said a word tremblingly. He didn't even think Su Chen could take a knife when he died

He still underestimated Su Chen.

But also because of this, at the moment, the heart of the ancestors of the Li family is dripping blood.

Su Chen can take a sword, which is enough to reflect his unique martial arts talent. He is only 800 years old!

This talent is the best.

But Su Chen has no time to grow up.

It's about to die.

Now, Su Chen can take the next one, but the second one, the third one and the fourth one? Besides, Zhuo Ming must have stronger moves.

Su Chen is still dying.

"Eh..." In the sky, even the hunchback old man, who was the emperor, was surprised. This was the third young man he had ever seen, besides Mo Wentian and Xiang Zhong, who could take the action of the little Lord. Besides, he was only 800 years old, and only in the extreme situation of the supreme emperor.

Although I don't want to admit it, I can only say talent, martial arts talent, this son, finish blasting few masters.

Normally speaking, this son should not exist for the great world at all, because the world will of the great world, that is, the will of the road, is not allowed to live for the evil that can threaten its existence.

But Su Chen lives well.

"Take this knife?" At the moment, Zhuo Ming smiles again, but this smile is cruel and chilling. Zhuo Ming feels the shame, the ultimate shame This humiliation made him feel too heavy for Su Chen.Of course, there are fears.

Su Chen's talent is too scary.

Even Zhuo Ming felt inferior to himself.

Such existence, if not dead, will definitely be the enemy in the future.

Zhuo Ming's killing heart has never been so heavy.

"You're good at picking up knives, so pick up more." Zhuo Ming suddenly moves again.

This time, he took it seriously.

Even, he moved.

If you move your body, you will have no shadow.

In the shadow, the Ming Dao fluctuates. One Dao, one Dao, one Dao goes towards Su Chen.

Every knife integrates the meaning, state and rhyme of the knife to the extreme. Every knife, like the art of heaven and earth, reaches the perfect level. Moreover, if viewed together, every knife together seems to form a big array of absolutely killing knives.

In the small space, the three empty spaces are out of balance, the space between the virtual and the real is in harmony, the absolute space is lax, the Yin and yang are reversed, the Xuanqi is chaotic, a world of knives.

One breath comes out of the small space.

The shadow of the countless swords that came to worship and pilgrimage was more and more neighing and shaking around the small space, and even began to turn into the energy of the feed like swords, which was attracted into the small space.

"The God of the sword." In the voice of the ancestors of the Li family, they were obviously in awe.

Yes!

It is about to enter the existence of the great emperor.

An old monster who has lived for 500 million years, unexpectedly In awe.

Because, he also uses a knife.

Only those who practice martial arts with swords now know what kind of miracle Zhuo Ming's method of using swords is in the small space in front of him.

Perfect!

All realms of the sword are complete.

Speed, strength, linearity, sophistication, fusion, lightness, sharpness, etc All of them are single and complete. When they are integrated, they are still complete as a whole.

Just about Dao, Zhuo Ming let the ancestors of Li family see the extreme art of Dao.

The ancestor of the Li family is still like this. It's conceivable that other people on the scene, especially some Dao Xiu, are stupid to watch. They just sit on the spot and fall into a kind of epiphany.

"Su Can su Chen survive? " Li Qingxuan's tears all fluctuated out unconsciously. At the moment, she was running the prophecy body to see what happened next, but as long as it was about Su Chen, it was chaos, and nothing could be seen at all.

"Be prepared." The old ancestor of the Li family sighed, which was a comfort. According to his idea, Su Chen would not only die, but also die miserably. Even a little fragment would not be left.