Talisman Emperor

On the ring, it was a terrible war.

Each of the two shadows was carried out without the door of the law, and they continued to kill each other.

The sword is fierce.

Divine glow roars.

Such a power, such an appalling cry of ghosts, terrifying.

If left on the outside, this level of confrontation alone would be enough to destroy the 100,000 Mile Mountain River and cause an immense catastrophe for the arts and crafts.

Boom!

Chen Xixi sword cut out, retreated Xiao Qianshui, he was overflowing with light. If the god came from the light, the sword of Xingxing Immortal Sword was full of purifying power, referring to heaven and earth, there was no divine authority.

In contrast, Xiao Qianshui was no less disgusting. He stabbed the Immortal Sword and sandwiched the atmosphere of disaster. He turned it into a catastrophic river, rolling all over the wilderness, and killed as much as Chen Xi did.

It is worth mentioning that Xiao Qianshui's swordplay did not reach the level of sword god, but relying on the atmosphere of disaster, he was indeed able to fight the Chen Xi Chamber, which was extremely rewarding.

But this situation is unacceptable to Xiao Qian Shui!

A freshman who just stepped into Dao Royal College for a few years, how can he confront his own chamber?

Even in Xiao Qianshui's heart, even Ye Tang and Wan Jiansheng didn't put it in his eyes, how could he see Chen Xi in his eyes?

But at this moment, this damned bastard, by the means of the kingdom of the Sword God, in cooperation with the power of the Avenue of Light, played a banner equivalent to himself, unlike, he felt some anger and a little shame in his heart.

Boom!

The next moment, in a horrific gaze, Xiao Qianshui's body soared once again. His color was cold and good, and he was filled with a terrible airplane.

During this instant, the people clearly felt the power of a tremendous catastrophe spreading from him, cold, obscure, upside down, confusing the sun and moon, everywhere the smell of terror.

This is the atmosphere of calamity, as the heavens have sent down, so that the world may be disturbed!

Boo!

The sharp tearing of the eardrum of the sword sounded thoroughly, and Xiao Qianshui's stabbing sword burst out of the sky, like a catastrophic flood converging in his palm.

Take out a sword!

Click, click, click...

With one sword, the sword's intent passed, splitting the empty powder, even the central ring floor of a spider web-like pit, striking and numb scalp.

Fortunately, at this critical juncture, the bans around the ring were all turned on, and Hardson resisted this terrible impact, otherwise the ring had to be destroyed.

It also shows how horrible Xiao Qianshui is!

Many of the antiques in this room are eye-catching and vibrating. As for the disciples in this room, they have long been shocked and almost forgotten to breathe.

Boo!

Feeling the threat of this blow, Chen Xixi's color is still calm, the right hand fairy sword spins, and the power of light is filled with it, emitting a brilliant sword, sweeping sword with unparalleled power, hard.

This sword not only disengages itself from the constraints of space, but also expands the void, a ray of bright swords agglomerates and rises into a perfectly holy fire of light, and emerges wildly, filled with a sacred light, purifying the noble grandeur of the world.

Boom!

Disasters and bright confrontations, between moments, void riots, terrible impacts scattered, ripples filled with destructive forces spread around.

Looking forward, the whole central ring is filled with smoke and shine, like a doomsday scene.

Even knowing that there was a defense of the ring, this scene still frightened many of the nearby disciples' hearts and minds, and the subconscious took a few steps backwards.

The first battle between Ye Tang and Wan Jiansheng, shocked by all of us, has become the highest confrontation in the ranks of pride. It can talk about the terrible destructive power, but it is far less shocking than the battle before us.

Boo!

On the ring stage, the shadows of Chen Xi and Xiao Qianshui separated from each other and confronted each other remotely.

Chen Xi Shen is calm as old.

Xiao Qianshui's heart is a little stiff.

“Unfortunately, even though you hold the power of light, you have only attained the law, and have not condensed into the Great Raven. This blow was just a test. Next, I will show you what it means to be unbeatable! ”

Xiao Qianshui took a deep breath and floated on his shady cheek with a rugged color.

“Try...”

Chen Xi pulled a cold curve around his lips and said calmly: “If you say so, I won't let go next. ”

Was that a fierce fight, just a test?

Rumor has it that everyone here is shocked again, and some of them are unable to speak at once.

“Huh!”

Xiao Qianshui snorted coldly, launched the attack first, and cut out hundreds of heavy swords in succession. These swords intersect with countless heavy swordprints, and suddenly the sky catastrophe raged and swept away towards Chen Ti.

These gases of catastrophe, concentrated to the point where they are as silky as threads, as imprinted as wheels, are real and laser out, instantly covering the perimeter of the tide, to submerge them in disaster.

Chen Xi saw this, just a cold smile, suddenly surrounded by winds and clouds, the blanket of Xingxian sword randomly chopped, the light sprayed thin, smashing, purifying and emptying all the calamity swords.

At the same time, he flew in the shadows, spinning and flying. If he wiped away the vain soot, he arrived in front of Xiao Qianshui between moments, and the sword sword swept up, if Tianjian town killed him.

Xiao Qianshui backhanded a sword, Zhang Yangbao, a loud bang broke Chen Xi this blow, but he did not think that those shattered bright swords did not break apart, but instead turned into a needle-tipped ray of light between the moments, and came again harshly.

Boom! Boom!

Xiao Qianshui was careless, his body was like a big hammer. The power of a needle-tipped sword was pounding like the sea. Even though it was dissolved by him, he shook his figure slightly and his blood flickered.

At this moment, Chen Xizhuang once again came through space, his head is a sword, like a blade of light, sharp crystal clear, holy and pure, full of the power of majesty.

Xiao Qianshui's face suddenly subsided, using all means to avoid the attack.

Boo!

However, before waiting for him to strike back, Chen Xi was once again stepping into the void, breaking into the sky, pressing one step at a time, chasing the fight hard.

“Holy shit! ”

Xiao Qianshui flashed once again, some wolves resisted the blow, and then his divine color was so cold, if a demon filled with infinite anger, his breath grew stronger, this passive beating is absolutely intolerable!

“Invincible, catastrophic! ”

Xiao Qianshui shouted loudly and whistled, steaming up a fierce black cloud fog, like the cloud robbery during the Brothers' ferry, cold, killing, ruthless, full of immense destructive atmosphere.

As you can see, that tumbling cloud, the atmosphere of intense and violent calamity, was condensed into an intertwined black lightning bolt, roaring and shocking.

Disaster Thunder!

“Too bad!” In the distance, Wang Daolu's colour sinks and he gently spits out a few words in his lips, recognizing this pharman, is from the heritage of Tai Gong.

This magic disaster is the number of robberies. Once carried out, not only does the power of robbery arrive, but it can also stir up the number of robberies in the opponent's body, causing his blood pulse to reverse and fire into the demon!

The breath of robbery is the moment a monk steps onto the road, after going through the heavenly robbery, accumulated in the body the atmosphere of robbery, which is often not even perceived.

And if you look at the three realms, whether you're a monk or a cactus, who hasn't experienced three catastrophes or nine catastrophes on the way, how many robberies? It can be said that this is too heinous for all three monks to avoid too heinous a deterrent as long as it passes.

It is also only on the way to the holy fairy realm, beyond the path of “I”, and on the path of sacred feet, that the number of robberies can be dissolved in a wash.

In other words, it is too desperate a force that can withstand only the presence above the Holy Immortal Realm, under which almost all the monks of the Trinity are more or less subject to its deterrence.

At the moment, Chen Xi is only in the great realm, how can we avoid this too desperate deterrent?

……

At this moment, it is not only Wang Daolu who witnessed the thunderous atmosphere surrounding Xiao Qianshui, but also the ancient antiques of the Daohuang College concerned with this battle, as well as other colleges leading the teaching, are shocked and uncertain.

Too bad!

It's a secret legacy of taoism!

This also indirectly proves that Xiao Qianshui must have nothing to do with Professor Tai. Otherwise, in his capacity as a disciple of the Academy of Hardship, he would not have been able to touch such an inheritance.

All of a sudden, many of the old antiques looked at the cold clouds and changed. Xiao Qianshui came from the Academy of Bitter Silence, but now he masters too much. How can the Academy of Bitter Silence not know about this?

Cold clouds and faces are also a little dull, eyes flashing, but I don't know what I'm thinking.

In fact, the teaching of the two university colleges, Long Sky and Wilderness, are quite normal in comparison, obviously already know about this.

However, the matter involved too much instruction, and they were silent and ignorant of it.

……

It's all changed, just between moments.

At this time on the stage, that Xiao Qianshui deity swept away, the clothes hunted, covered in black disaster clouds, appeared cold, ruthless and indifferent.

That feeling, as if he had lost his temper and emotional fluctuations at once, was truly becoming the master of the disaster.

Too much love!

Seeing this amazing scene, Chen Xi's eyes were also squinting, and his eyes fluttered in the cold, cold light, this is the legacy of Tai Zheng?

Boom!

At this moment Xiao Qianshui stopped talking, his lips filled with a ruthless curve, the narrow sword of the Spirit Immortal gently stabbed, thousands of catastrophic thunderbolts were born empty.

Thunder falls and falls!

Between moments, the whole ring was covered. This is too much to rob the radar. If God comes, it is a real disaster!

And Chen Xi's figure, too, was submerged.