Swordsman's Way of Thunderbolt

It's not just the world of the world, Yuan Wuxiang and others have all changed their faces. Obviously, they have ignored this point. This seems inconspicuous, but the most deadly point, for a time, let everyone present feel a little bit. Do not know what to do.

Seeing this, Tien Shoutian quickly said: "Everyone, ordinary people still know that life and death have fate, can't we, as cultivators, see through it? If I really die this time, it is my fate. "

"Tired of the day!"

Yuan Wuxiang hurriedly opened his mouth and wanted to persuade, but saw Mo Lisao directly replied: "Don't be stupid, after all, you are also one of our two talents in the line of Daozhen, how could it be so easy to die? Don't worry, you hurt Leave it to me, and within seven days, I promise to make you alive again." As he spoke, he walked towards the outside.

Seeing this, Zhushuicang couldn't help but ask, "The way of heaven, what do you want?"

"It's nothing."

Mo Lisao kept at his feet, and waved his hand indifferently: "I'll go to Burial Heaven Pass, and it will turn black after a while."

Cang hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be impulsive!"

"rest assured."

Mo Lisao replied: "I went this time with full sincerity. At most, I will have a 'friendly conversation' with her, and I will not be impulsive."

Cang: "......"

Everyone: "............"

What a friendly conversation with God, we believe in your evil!

After being silent for a while, everyone came back to their senses, and there was still Mo Lisao's figure in front of them. It had already turned into a streamer and broke through the sky, leaving the six elephants of Yuanzong, and went straight to the funeral gate...... ..

Episode 118: The majestic way of heaven, pressing down on the Burial Heaven Pass!

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"Jade brushes are difficult to draw, thousands of articles are disgusting, how many springs and autumns do you sacrifice to mountains and rivers?"

"The way of the sky is rough, the sword is beyond the blue and the dark, and the eternal sorrow of the rivers and lakes!"

Outside the Funeral Gate, there was a sudden sound of Lang Ranshi, and as the stream of light fell, the moment when the immortal figure fell to the ground, a huge sword pressure that had never been seen before turned into a hurricane and roared, sweeping along the ground~, ​​forcibly impacting the funeral sky. close.

"boom!"

But hearing a loud noise that shook the world, the entire funeral gate was shaken.

"who?"

"How dare you let it go outside the Funeral Pass!"

Feeling the vibration of the city gate, all the high-level prisoners in Burial Sky Pass were instantly alerted. The third prince, Xuan, who was in charge of guarding the city gate, did not say a word, and was busy leading his subordinate demon generals out of the gate to meet the enemy.

"What about the dark queen?"

Seeing that someone came out of the Funeral Pass, Mo Lisao suppressed the idea of ​​using the Immortal Resentment Stone to destroy the Funeral Pass. Unlike the Ditian Shrine, which can be used repeatedly, the Immortal Resentment Stone can only be used once. Therefore, there is no leftover in the Black Sea Prison. Before taking out the sound soil, you still have to exercise restraint.

"Queen of Darkness?"

Hearing this, Prince Xuan Yi was slightly taken aback, but he quickly reacted. Although he didn't have the slightest liking for the transformation to black, he still snorted coldly because of the face of the prison: "I am in the black sea. The queen, you can see it if you want, leave quickly to avoid death."

"Leave? Impossible!"

Mo Lisao categorically refused: "Today, no matter what, I must see the black queen, whoever dares to stop me must be prepared to bear the consequences, it really angers me, be careful that I will be buried in heaven! "

"Insanity!"

When Emperor Xuan Boyi heard the words, he was immediately furious. Since the opening of the two-level passage, and the battle between the Black Sea Prison and the Bitter Realm Daomen, no one has ever dared to say such mad words. ,kill!"

"kill!"

"Kill kill kill!"

With an order, the prison army moved in unison, led by several brave demons, followed by a dozen or so demon soldiers, holding their swords high, swarming up, wanting to surround and kill Mo Lisao.

Although the number of elite soldiers who have been in battle for a long time is not large, they charge with great momentum. It is almost the same as charging with thousands of troops.

But even so, Mo Lisao was still unmoved, his body as calm as a Yuan exuded a terrifying pressure that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

"presumptuous!"

But when he heard a cold drink, he didn't see how he moved. There was an incomparably powerful and majestic aura all over his body, which impacted the surrounding air, forming a terrifying wave like a stormy sea, and howling swept out.

"boom!"

Unstoppable, unstoppable, accompanied by a deafening loud noise, the majestic air waves swept all directions, and the attacking demon soldiers and demon generals all flew away.

"Ugh!"

In midair, screams came and went. Whether it was a demon soldier or a demon general, everyone involved in the hurricane exploded and died on the spot. There is also a terrifying power that is beyond his imagination.

"not good!"

With an exclamation in his heart, Prince Xuanyi didn't say a word, he hurriedly raised his anger and accepted his yuan, and with a deep drink, he used his hands to transform the magic energy into a surging palm. Resisting the bloody rain and bloody wind that came to his face, but the foundations of the two sides were as different as clouds and mud, no matter how hard he tried, he could never resist.

"boom!"

The hurricane roared furiously, its strength was like a flood, and the momentum was unstoppable. With a dull sound, Prince Xuanyiwei trembled, and the whole person could not help but collapse backwards.

"puff!"

This retreat is dozens of steps away, and the moment I can stabilize my body, a stream of old blood spurts out of my mouth, and in an instant, my face turns pale as paper.

"you.........."

As a prince, although he is not the most outstanding one, he can be regarded as a dragon among people. As a prince, Xuan Senyi has faced thousands of opponents in his life, but he has never encountered such a powerful opponent. The terrifying pressure, this terrifying feeling, made it difficult for him to breathe.

but..........

Even so, he still held on to his crumbling body and stood in front of Mo Lisao, with fearless stubbornness in his eyes: "With me here, you can't even take a step into the funeral, unless you step over me. corpse..."

"Then step over."

Mo Lisao opened his mouth indifferently. The moment he said that, he had already raised his foot. When Prince Xuanyin saw this, he suddenly felt the pressure doubled. Cold sweat was on his forehead. Seeing that his will was about to collapse, suddenly, a hand, from He leaned over from behind and pressed it on his shoulder.

"Third brother."

A calm voice, but it seemed to have infinite power, made Prince Xuanyi's tense heartstrings suddenly loosen, he gasped loudly, and looked at the person who came with surprise: "Eighth brother, you are here!"

"Ok!"

The visitor is none other than the eighth son of the Throne of Hell, Xuan Li!

"How can such an opponent not come?"

He patted Prince Xuanyi on the shoulder lightly, and said, "You are not seriously injured, go back to the funeral and rest, and leave it to me here." While speaking, without waiting for Prince Xuanyi to respond, he stepped on his own. Move forward and meet Mo Lisao.

"How many years does it take for a sword to become ruthless?"

It seems that he is asking his opponent, and he is also asking himself. Where Xuan Li's eyes are directed, a sharp sword intent, like a divine weapon that has been covered in dust for a long time, shoots out of the sky.

"Chong!"

There was a sharp sound, like a quarrel between gold and iron, Mo Lisao's footsteps fell, and at the moment when he landed on the ground, a wave of dust rose into the sky, blocking the attacking sword intent. Interested smile: "You are Xuan Li? Come, let me see how much you have achieved in swordsmanship, known as one of the three swordsmen in the forest!"

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Extreme extreme!

Push to the extreme!

In order to save the heavens from tiredness, and to completely subdue Daozhen Northern Sect, Mo Li Sao climbed to the funeral gate, and Prince Xuan Li, one of the three swordsmen in the prison, stood up to block the gate. Can he stop the legend of Nan Xiu's true invincibility? ?

"The afterglow of drifting bells, swinging in the heart of the lake and sea."

"Starless waves, where will the drifting lake water print your frost-like footprints?"

The Roots of Desolation, the stray bird boy who took over the whip of the King of Hell and the secret orders of the King of Hell, came back with a wandering breath, but... The moment he stepped into the Roots of Desolation, a chill Sword Intent, mixed with a strong sense of dejection, suddenly rushed towards him.

......................................

"Ok?"

With a groan, the drifting bird boy looked at and as far as his eyes could see, and was shocked to see a figure appear in front of him. In the blink of an eye, a cold sword had already broken through the air.

"Master!"

Not as fast as the blink of an eye, Jian Feng was already approaching, and the cold sword intent made the young drifting bird let out a sigh of admiration. In an instant, a azure blue long sword stabbed back with splashes of water.

Back to the sword, cross the front, and clang, the person who came here showed extraordinary sword intent, splashes, and sparks. At the moment of the confrontation, a different kind of sword winding song was stirred up. In a blink of an eye, there were dozens of reincarnations of life and death.

"Friend, it's not a good habit to break into other people's homes casually."

The drifting bird boy said leisurely: "Report your name and say your intentions, otherwise, after the sound of drifting bell's sword, I don't know if you are still alive to leave."

"is it?"

The visitor was dressed in gray sackcloth and held a mouthful of detachment from the soul: "Then let the drifting bell ring, since it is a swordsman, it is natural to use the sword to speak!"

The moment the words fell, mourning papers were flying all over the sky, and the drifting bird boy did not dare to be careless. He raised his sword in front of him, and was one of the three major swordsmen in Lesson Prison. Can he win this sudden sword fight?

At the same time, at the foot of the blue mountain, a red figure, holding a dark blue long sword, walked step by step and roared in the wind, blocking the front of a monk holding a lotus leaf.

"The scorpion sword, please enlighten me!"

Xuantong, Xuantong, it was none other than the one who came, and he was the head of the three swordsmen in the prison. Xuantong had a sword intent rushing into the sky, and the sharp sword in his hand pointed directly at Zen Master He Ye in front of him.

At the same time, in different places, the three swordsmen of the prison, Xuan Tong, Xuan Li, and the young drifting bird, facing their different opponents, they will play a song on the sword...... ....Son.

Episode 119: Prison Sword Song!

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The white paper that was flying all over the sky, filled the air with a thick despair, suddenly heard a jingle bell, and suddenly, a splash of water appeared.

Soul-leaving sword, playing mourning songs, swords and swords all made a fatal sound, dancing a life and death drift, and in the mourning papers flying all over the sky, it was a bit more strange and shocking.

The floating bird boy is an extremely slender tin sword. This is a unique sword from the Black Sea Prison. Above the sword's edge, there is an extraordinary sharpness and speed.

"kill!"

At the beginning of the shout, the sword light played a song, and the dejected ghost filled the air. The Soul-Living Sword pierced through life and death.

Soar, step, and sword!

It was also inconceivably fast. The young drifting bird swayed the sword edge, and with the sound of drifting bells, the sharp sword edge pointed at "Nine Four Seven", and in the blink of an eye, the sky was full of water.