Swordsman's Way of Thunderbolt

Chong Yuzhi's eyes flashed fiercely, and he replied in a deep voice: "If you want my life, you can't live!" At the moment when the words fell, a cold and murderous meaning suddenly appeared around him.

Extreme extreme, extreme!

Jiuyuan Taoist bones and jade decrees, those who confessed their sins and entered the Taoist court, the two extreme opposites, forced into an extreme battle situation, what will be the outcome of this confrontation?

"kill!"

The deep and cold shouts resounded through the heavens and the earth. At the same time when Chongyuzhi was attacked, the masters of the earth door, such as mourning, Wanfengqu, but Chensi, 缥缈月, Longxiang Ruyitian, led the earth door converts, and made a strong surprise attack. Xu Aozi and other three sects coalition forces, in the fog, blazing fire, burning the sky.

"Not good!"

Ao Xiao Hongchen, one of the leaders of the three-religion coalition, saw that the three-religion coalition was in crisis, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation, but he never thought, just when he was about to rescue... ...Sudden!

"Zheng......"

With a long groan, the night sky was smashed. Immediately, a cold and sharp knife light split the endless fog, bringing the most ruthless shock, forcibly blocking the footsteps of Ao Xiao Hongchen, and then, a blazing and strange black and red war, From the direction where the knife light came from, it burned continuously:

"Different cuts open the road to prison, and natural dangers break away from the devil's bend."

"Life, only the sword. Death, only the sword..."

Almost at the same time, accompanied by a ghostly groan, he stepped on each other, and saw a ghost figure, dragging a pitch-black magic knife, slowly walking out of the darkness, suddenly, a terrifying aura spread, carrying everything that swallowed everything. Terrifying power, invaded: "The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turning back to the shore, laughing proudly at the red dust, you......will you take refuge?"

"Conversion? Ha!"

Hearing this, Aoxiao Hongchen immediately responded with a sneer: "You already know the answer, why do you still ask this question? Go ahead, you and I should know that this battle is inevitable." Unbuttoning the sword bag behind him, Qiangu Xiao took the sheath out, and was held in his hand.

"kill!"

One word of conversation, seeing that the persuasion was useless, there was no nonsense, there was even a loud shout in the mouth of the demon, and then, the ghosts and mysteries were fully urged, and the magic knife of Abi broke through the air, rolled up the sky and spread the war, roaring forward .

Not daring to be careless, Aoxiao Hongchen hurriedly raised his sword to parry. The instant the swords intertwined, the fiery flames of war burned, and the disintegrating energy scattered freely, impacting the surrounding area. In just a few breaths, the burden was overwhelmed. The surrounding mountain 550 forest was destroyed by force. Immediately, the grass and trees flew, the rocks were broken, and there was more smoke and dust like waves, and the sky was set off.

"Different millet slash!"

Abi Demon's sword is in the palm of his hand, his strength is pushing to the peak, and he wants to kill Aoxiao Hongchen decisively. As soon as he made a move, it was the most terrifying killing move, and the killing intent spread and swept the world.

"Hmm~~~~"

Aoxiao Hongchen saw this, his pupils shrank subconsciously, knowing that his opponent could not be underestimated.

As far as his eyes are directed, he sees thousands of sword qi gathered above his head, circling and moving, forming a huge vortex. Immediately, the thousands of swords converge, converge and merge, turning into a giant sword that lifts the sky.

"One step in the red dust, endless flames!"

In the face of the evil ghost sword from hell, Ao Xiao Hongchen did not dare to be careless. Opposite the urge to move, he slashed the sky with the giant sword, slashing the sky, and immediately, the sky and the earth shook, and the sun and the moon paled.

"boom............"

The strongest blow, the peerless confrontation, the space was shattered at this moment, forming the most terrifying storm that swept away, and both Yi Zhan Mowan and Ao Xiao Hongchen were involved in it, but what followed was even more. for a fierce fight.

At the same time, on the other side, the Confucian Confucian Saint Si, who is also the fighter, also encountered an unprecedented powerful opponent, a magic sword, a red shadow, bringing the most extreme kendo shock, and the war is about to break out... ............

Episode 831: Xuantong Sword Fights Mo Qingchi!

"How many swords can be carried in one glance, and how many swords can be held in one hand."

"There are many swords in one heart and love. In the end, life is a sword. Sword and sword love and hate."

"Earn the name of the sword for a lifetime, and earn the shape of a sword."

"A sword with a bad name and shape lasts forever, and it is born and dies with the sword."

The smoke and clouds filled the air, and the mist was lingering. Suddenly, a sword sound came from the mist, and then, with a touch of bright red, stepping on the sound of the sword wind and whistling, he came to the front of the Confucian Sect Saint Simo Qingchi.

"Hmm~~~~"

Mo Qingchi is not an ordinary person. As a top swordsman in the Confucian sect, his sense of sword intent is far better than ordinary people. Almost subconsciously, he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him with a pair of stern eyes. Because at this moment, he felt a huge threat like a thorn on his back.

"Master!"

"And he's a master swordsman!"

There is no doubt that the visitor is definitely a master swordsman. Mo Qingchi was on guard, and asked indifferently, "People from the underground gate? As usual, you should persuade me to convert to the underground gate."

"No, Xuan Tong came here just to find a sword and listen to a song on the sword."

The visitor stood with his hands behind his back, raised his hand lightly, and grasped the void, and suddenly it was pitch black and gloomy.

"very good!"

Mo Qingchi looked at Xuan Tong, raised his hand, his sword fingers together, and moved the famous Confucian sect leader behind him, Ming Yi Zhengsheng shuddered, and at the same time, his entire personality changed drastically.

"Speak Jiuchen, wave your sleeves and the wind and clouds are gone, the country is sinking."

"Follow Yixing, hold the hands of the universe, and the pale yellow is light."

Under the darkness of the night, in the thick fog, a chilling aura lingered, the breeze swept across his body and ruffled his clothes, and before he knew it, a strong chilling sword intent was already overwhelming, and it was forced to disperse. The fog around them created a brand new battlefield.

"Your sword makes me interested!"

Moruo Tianzhang, the magic sword is shining, the peerless swordsman from the Black Sea Prison, Xuantong, who is blessed with great wisdom and divine power, a Confucian sect sect.... Dump the pool!

He raised his hand, raised his sword, sharp and sharp, breaking through the sky in an instant, mixed with the red maple flying all over the sky, and the sword sound trembled lightly.

"Zhaofeng Yuchen!"

In the face of the Lord of the Earth Gate....... the top swordsmen under the command of Quzhou Yifandu, Mo Qingchi did not dare to be careless, his face was solemn, the sword was unsheathed, sharp and cold Mang pierced through the long night, and with a roaring wind and whistling, he slashed those who came.

"Chong......"

Mingyi Zhengsheng, Moruo Tianzhang, can accommodate the peak of Confucianism and Demons, the grades are moment, the shocking collision, the mighty airflow flies, the rolling wind and clouds change wildly, the heaven and the earth are turbulent, the sun and the moon are eclipsed.

"Qing Mo."!"

Seeing that the opponent's strength is extraordinary, without any hesitation, Mo Qingchi immediately urged the Confucian Sect's holy power. Immediately, his arrogance rushed into the sky, and his sword intent swayed thousands of miles. Mingyi Zhengsheng also responded with a high-pitched sword cry.

"Shanchuan Sword Intent!"

Xuantong's swords circulated, releasing the sword intent of mountains and rivers, the surrounding world changed rapidly, and the sword suddenly turned sharply, like a lofty mountain and river, endless, shrouded the opponent directly, and then, the sound of the collision of the swords cut through the dark night, The sword qi and the Confucian sect Haoran holy qi were tit for tat, and the sound of rumbling was endless, witnessing the fierceness of this world-shattering battle.

"Cleanse the waves!"

After a short fight, it is known that the opponent can be extraordinary, and Mo Qingchi's swordsmanship has gradually climbed to the top.

"One Qi Xuantong!"

Seeing Mo Qingchi summoning the Confucian sect's unparalleled sect, his arrogance adding to his sword power, and Xuan Tong's mobilizing fortune, they all contain a sword sound of no rule.

"boom............"

The two swords clashed again, accompanied by a loud noise, two giant forces impacted, the four fields were in turmoil, the violent energy flew past, the mountains shattered, the universe shook, and the eyes were full of barbarians!

Xuan Tong, Mo Qingchi, the two took a step back at the same time, and looked at each other with unprecedented solemnity. Obviously, from this moment on, they had regarded each other as the only formidable opponents they had ever seen in their lives.

"Very good, only you are qualified to be my opponent!"

With a deep drink in his mouth, Mo Qingchi turned between his hands, turning the long sword in his hand, clearly intending to march towards the direction of the holy sword, and the sword intent filled the air. A piece of ink!

"Clear ink, no dust!"

Seeing this, Xuan Tong's eyebrows twitched, and he turned his hand, Moruo Tianzhang's sword sharply turned, and suddenly he swallowed a sharp sword light, intercepting the sword of Qing Mo, but when he heard a sonorous sound, sparks burst out, and the majestic energy was in the fog. The impact of Zhong Lie, aroused the surging of the fog, and the broken sword shadows were confused and collapsed.

"What a good opponent, you... worthy of this move!"

During the fierce battle, I heard a deep drink from Mo Qingchi's mouth again, and the Confucianism in the body instantly increased to the extreme, the tyrannical breath shattered the void, collapsed the earth, and the sword of the holy sword was swirling, and the cold light pinched it.

"Liuyi takes the sword, Yixing rides the front!"

Worrying about the safety of everyone in Wenyi Jingwei, Mo Qingchi, who wants to win quickly, has no reservations. At the same time as the Confucian sect is reaching its limit, he lightly taps his step. speed, such as jumping in space nodes.

Blink, the wind whistles, the figure is disillusioned!

With the blessing of Junzifeng, the speed increased greatly. Mo Qingchi's figure appeared out of thin air dozens of meters away. Immediately, his other foot suddenly touched the ground, the figure flashed, and he moved forward again, crossing the epee light. , the cold light of the long sword in his hand suddenly appeared, like a howling gust of wind, stabbing straight at Xuan Tong's throat.

In this regard, Xuantong was silent, and the air of wind and thunder appeared all over his body, covering the surroundings, and then, on his body, a sword intent that rushed to the sky rose into the air, stirring the sky.

The Moruo Tianzhang sword in his palm kept trembling, and he kept making bursts of high-pitched sword chirping. The future, echoing at the foot of Daozhen Mountain, is mysterious and unfathomable.

"The wind and thunder in Kyushu, the world is the same!"

The sword that reached its peak, I saw Xuan Tong's palm in the palm of Mo Luo Tianzhang breaking through the sky, with a sharp edge, rolling sword energy, carrying the power of boundless wind and thunder, turned into a sharp sword rainbow, traversing the sky, piercing the sky, without showing weakness The sharp sword edge pierced through the air by Mo Qingchi.

Sect of Confucianism, Yuntian looks down on the ink pool!

Prince Mori Prison, Qiufeng Muxia regrets the red song!

The two sides of the confrontation, one person and one demon, two swords in the duel, one holy and one demon, extreme blow confrontation, sharp edge, between life and death, playing a peerless sword song...... ..

At the same time, the golden rain was misty, spilling a helpless past.

"The sky is unworthy, and there are jade shavings."

"The ground is unworthy, and there are jade chips."

"'~ Rice salt tea horse wine, everything is a thousand pieces of jade."

In the past, the red crown was seven yuan, but now it has become an enemy. Qianyu shavings held a jade fan and stood in front of Bibala, looking at the completely different aura from the past, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Ugh............"

"In the end...you can't avoid this battle."

The same complex mood also appeared in Ji Bibaluo, without him, just because Qianyu Shavings was not only one of the seven yuan of the red crown with him, but also the adopted son of Qian Rongqi, the prime minister of the monster market in the past. ........... Lightweight fur!

In the past, Qian Chengqi, the prime minister of the demon city, died in order to protect his master Long Jian. This is the love owed by his master Long Jian, and it is also a debt owed by his ruthless father. The mind is naturally very complicated.

"Between us, do we have to do this?"

If possible, Zibibaluo really doesn't want to fight with Qian Yuchen, even if at this moment, the enemy and me are already clear, but he.......

"what!"

Hearing this, Qian Yuxian immediately responded with a chuckle: "Biboluo, your greatest strength is your love and righteousness, but it is also your greatest weakness, you should understand that today you and I... ......No choice, not to mention, your opponent is not only me!"

The moment the voice fell, it was covered with golden rain, and before I knew it, it was dyed with a dazzling (Li Li's) shocking red, and then, in the mist, a familiar red figure came step by step:

"The empty year asks the new year, is the demon of the past safe?"

"Seeing Qianqiu in Yinghongli, his body seems to be wandering around."

It is none other than the one who came from the past, and it is the scorpion-winged cangluo in the red crown seven yuan in the past, and it is also the current protector of the underground door... vulture red Mo Xia's Wind Song!

"It's you!"