The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Silent sword Qi, condenses the sharp edge of heaven and earth, one sword breaks through the air, destroying the withered and decaying momentum, instantly breaks two arrows, and bumps into the last arrow month by month.

The sword is fierce and eye-catching, and the arrows are also getting stronger and stronger. The most extreme collision, the turbulence, and the continuous rolling around the sword pool, the ups and downs of the sword, are still indifferent.

With a bang, the sword Qi and the arrow were broken at the same time, which brought the endless turbulence and scattered.

"An extraordinary swordsman, can't he make a sword?"

The falling stars move and change thousands of shadows. The bow is invisible and thousands of arrows are shining. One by one, they appear from the sky and fall to the twilight in the middle.

"Sword style, a sword will be a disaster"

the sword style of Zhengtian roars and soars endlessly, and the sword disc rotates to block the arrow in the sky. At this time, an arrow with different breath breaks through the sword light and rubs the sword's left arm.

With a stab, the white clothes split, and a trace of blood overflowed. For the first time, the unbeaten sword of the barren city turned red.

"Sword style, a sword with no distance"

the sword is calm, and there is no wave in his face. The sword with no distance appears. The fastest sword in the world is where the meaning is, and the sword is where it is. It breaks through the space limit and cuts through thousands of residual shadows in a flash.

In the broken shadow, the falling star retreats ten feet and looks at the white sword man in front of him. The corners of his mouth bend slightly. He is a fast sword. Such an opponent is worthy of his full exertion.

The arrow box opens, a blue arrow flies out, the star Mark opens the bow, the strong wind roars, the moment that cannot blink an eye, the arrow that takes advantage of the wind has arrived at the dusk white body.

When the arrow is broken, the arrow appears in the middle of the arrow. The golden arrow breaks through the limit and passes through the body.

"Er"

Twilight white stepped back half a step, his shoulders were dripping red, and he was dyed in white.

"No more sword, no more blame for death"

the three arrows open the sky in a flash, the falling stars turn their palms and open their bows, the arrows of the three talents interweave the dazzling brilliance, the real third disaster level of pressure, shaking the world.

Beyond the original attack of the Yongye cult leader, it is a proof of the myth of the desolate city. The sword can do it. With the wave of twilight, the pool of the sword surges. Drops of water fly out and condense into three swords, directly facing the three arrows.

Bang, spray scattered, the arrow unstoppable, close again.

"One sword is invisible"

when the twilight is white and the sword is connected, thousands of swords flow together, and the three arrows scatter and become invisible.

However, at this moment, the red arrow awn appeared. The Chiguan Shenjian, which used to hurt several giants of the Zhao family, reappears in China today. The long tail of the arrow cuts open the void like a demon star. It is forced to come.

Xifo, a young and strong man, has overcome the myth of Shenzhou sword. In this terrible red arrow, he has reached the peak of the first World War.

In the face of the most powerful arrow, there was no thought, no desire, no demand. The world of sword spread and opened, the heaven and the earth were solemn, the mountains and rocks, the remnant walls, the pool water, and the all embracing sword came out to meet the arrow.

With a bang, the arrow broke through the air and went straight into the sword's chest.

"Er"

after dusk white retreats, his mouth overflows with red, and his magic arrow flies out and returns to the arrow box.

After an arrow, the unbeaten sword of barren City, defeat!

"The strong one in China is just like this"

the falling star waves his bow, turns and leaves, and hunts in purple and white. After two steps, he disappears.

"Master"

Jianer walked out and looked at the figure in front of the sword pool. His eyes were full of worries.

Shizun should be defeated, which he never expected. The first world war just now was too abnormal. Shizun's strength should be far more than that.

Dusk white is silent, looking at the sword in the sword pool, and his heart is complicated. Is this the taste of losing the sword?

"Why doesn't the master put out his sword?" Jian Er asked.

"It's not that you can't get out, but you can't get out"

mubai sighs softly and waves his hand to take the sword. However, the sword doesn't move, and it's floating in the sword pool as if he didn't feel it.

Sword two Mou son a shrink, sword don't know Lord, how can so.

Twilight white looking at the West Academy, calm eyes rarely flash a trace of confusion, for the first time, the heart of the sword is no longer clear.

In tiancang academy, the master was tired to clean up the ancient books on the bookshelf, one by one, sweeping away the dust.

The way of sword is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. The twilight sword has reached its peak, and no one can guide you. No one knows how to go the rest of the way.

Before each moth breaks its cocoon and turns into a butterfly, it has to go through the process of self binding. He and Daokui have also experienced this difficult period. Now it depends on whether mubai can get out of the Qingming and regain the heart of the sword.

At the same time, in the western part of the summer, Ning Chen and others who came to break through the battle also encountered a lot of trouble. All of the three battles fell into a bitter battle.

After the victory of marquis, the golden staff national division joined hands to fight against zongqianqiu, the thunder sea rolled, the evil spirits stood in awe, and the most extreme confrontation between martial arts and techniques kept sparking at the moment.

On the other hand, the leader of Yongye sect is the only one to fight against the head of Wuguan. He is a former enemy, and even breaks the battle. He kills all the people, which is frightening.In the last place, Meng Xuanji is one against two, blocking all the crises before Zhiming, and the gilded feather is dancing to block the power of Huazhuang and canfeng.

Apart from the war, the abbot of duer Temple closed his eyes to heal his wounds and seized the time to recover his fighting power. The result of this war is unpredictable. He must reduce his injuries as soon as possible.

Five people are constrained, difficult to escape, wheelchair, Ning Chen constantly light cough, endure the impulse of fainting, forced to keep themselves as awake as possible.

It's close to that. He can't give up all his previous work at this time.

The wheelchair creaks and creaks, far away from the battle situation. According to the change of distance and body, the strength of each part of the array is calculated.

Ten steps to a stop, a hundred steps to a count, Zhiming Xinshen unprecedented rapid rotation, a little bit of calculation of the belief power distribution of the array.

The wheelmarks of wheelchairs crisscross the array, pressing the marks like chessboard. When you look at them carefully, they are not in the shape of four directions. The wheelmarks extending in one direction are not parallel. After the extension, they are all converging together.

Above the sky, the light of thousands of years sweeps below, with a slightly changed look. They turn their palms to coagulate the yuan, shake away the two people, and their figures flash by and quickly sweep towards the figure on the wheelchair.

"Bian Jiang, don't love to fight, kill Zhiming Hou first"

the urgent urge shows Zong Qianqiu's uneasiness. How can there be such a smart person in the world? He doesn't know how Zhiming hou can see it. However, the last place where the trace of wheelchair extends is the weakest position of the center of the formation.

Bianjiang heard the speech, a sword swing open smoke cloud God Ge, get away from the war, also plunder to the distant Zhiming Hou.

In the wheelchair, Ning Chen, who was at the critical moment, was highly concentrated and didn't realize that the crisis was coming. When he came back, they were in front of him.

"Know your destiny, accept your destiny"

the vast palm force with the intention of decisive attack, even though Qianqiu's fear of the young people on the wheelchair has reached an unprecedented level, one palm with endless opportunities to kill, is about to give up knowing your destiny.

At the moment of crisis, a touch of beautiful shadow blocked in front of the body, slamming a palm, printed in the woman's heart, full of residual red eyes, red eyes.

A little warm blood slipped from Zhiming's face. The most poignant scene made people in wheelchairs stay completely.

After a short delay, the victorious Marquis and the golden staff national division finally made it. The glorious saber cut the line of life and death and retreated for thousands of years.

Bian Jiang also came, blue blood days cry lead to sharp kill, once again forced to kill Zhiming.

The master of the golden staff waved his staff to block the movement. With a bang, he took more than ten steps back and vomited vermilion.

At the same time, Yanyun Shenge rowed by, and Yongye sect leader rushed to block the road ahead of Bianjiang, separating the war situation again.

The change in the blink of an eye is so fast that it's too late for people to recover. The woman can't fall down, just like a fallen leaf, quietly.

"Dream girl"

Ning Chen lost his mind, and his numb heart didn't even know the pain. He looked at the woman in his arms, and the blood on his face kept falling.

Why, why, voice asked, voice stabbing heart, the more debt owed, let the heart bit by bit tear open.

Remnant wind, the sword and halberd with Chinese makeup, the figure in the wheelchair sitting up, the fierce murderous spirit rippling out of the whole body, the poignant blood fog, dyed all around ten feet red.

Fengyuan burning, blood gushing, one after another hot fire wolf surging, Yama sword start, killing shaking the world.

"You all deserve to die"

knowing your fate and losing your heart, your eyes are red, and your figure disappears in an instant. It cuts through the dazzling blood light between the heaven and the earth, blocks the wind of the sword, keeps the sword from falling, keeps the God from returning, and the head flies up, and the blood gushes all over the sky.

Burning the source of Zhiming, blooming the most brilliant light of life, fast heart, fast pain.

Bian Jiang saw this, looked surprised, wielding a sword to block the way, however, the flash of the figure, people can not stop.

It's fast, fast, and no one can stop it.

"Temple master"

Huazhuang was frightened and quickly came back, but she couldn't catch up with her.

The blood and light of Yama's sword are as bright as can be seen, and the Phoenix and Yuan gather together. In a flash, the sword that has arrived breaks through the thunder and fire, and cuts out the light of death.

Even though Qianqiu's mind was shocked, he turned his hand to shake the sword. During the battle between the two, the sword turned suddenly. The sword was killed and passed through his shoulder, bringing out a large amount of blood. After a moment, he turned back again. The cold front was through his body, and the blood was all over the sky.

Fast, or fast, longitudinal Qianqiu block a sword, the number of sword, can not block the killing, a sword faster than a sword, a sword ruthless than a sword.

Huazhuang, Bianjiang rushed to help quickly. Hou, Jinzhang national teacher, and Yongye sect leader joined hands to stop them. They were shocked and worried at the same time.

is as like as two peas in the golden staff, and the more worried in his eyes. When Phoenix was finally burning the Phoenix source, it was exactly the same as Ning Chen's current situation.

"Zhiming Hou, you can never protect the people you cherish, ironic"

Zong Qianqiu's mouth is overflowing with blood, his beautiful face is flashing with ridicule, and his crazy laughter reverberates in the array, piercing and piercing.

Yama, Yama, the purple edge of the sword has been dyed blood red by blood. With each sword, the blood is scattered everywhere. However, the remorse that can not be pulled back eventually leaves many wounds in the heart of knowing fate.Blood light, a sword through the heart, gushing blood, red sky, red Zhiming eyes.

The blood is boiling hot, but it can't warm the cold heart.

If you know your life, you should be lonely.