Thunderbolt of the End of the World

"Hahaha!" Xia Chang Wu doctor smiled sadly: "Human nature, the success or failure of a hero in ancient times, as long as I haven't died, I haven't been defeated, I can definitely make it again..."

Before the words of Xia Chang Wu Doctor were finished, Lin Feng's foot had already stepped on Xia Chang Wu Doctor's head, and the "Lone Star" Han Feng pressed against his neck: "You think you still have a chance...".

　39 Magic Sword Creation【For Collection】

Being trampled into the dirt by Lin Feng, Xia Chang Wu doctor felt humiliated, resentful, resentful, unwilling, and fearful, and finally begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, I still have use value, as long as you let me go, I can Control the "Blood List" for you, as long as you don't kill me, I... ah!"

The sickle of the god of death slashed mercilessly, the chivalrous intestines were separated without a doctor, the voice stopped abruptly, the head was thrown flying, and there was unwillingness and resentment in the eyes, the conspiracy of a lifetime, and finally became a fantasy!

Looking at the dead chivalrous man without a doctor, his heart is like a knife. The person he loves and hates the most in his life dies, the love and hatred are gone, leaving only endless emptiness. Painless, because the heart has been bruised and numb!

"When you come from your hometown, you should know the things about your hometown. When you come to Japan, in front of the window, the plum blossoms are still blooming."

The heartless letter said sadly: "I thought I could write something in my life, but now, when I look back, I can't write a single stroke, it is full of tears, is this... a heartless letter!"

How real is life?

Fate, one more word of anger!

Wangchuan shakes the lonely lamp for thousands of miles, and contains spirits and alcohol.

Red is only a show blade, and it can't write a "nine eight seven" life;

Cut the hatred, but can't stop the scars!

A dream, replaced by dust!

Ask a question, get drunk and sink in!

For a lifetime, empty regrets...

……

Tens of miles away, in a panic forest.

"Do things for me, and repay it with your life." Yuan Xie Huang, who was dressed in red armor and domineering, stared coldly at the bewitching and glamorous woman in front of him.

"A man who doesn't understand the style and affection, the slave family is not a person who repays favors, hahaha..." Xia Feng Du Jiao laughed again and again.

Yuan Xie Huang suddenly shot, as fast as lightning, grabbed the jade neck of Xia Fengdu, lifted it up, and said coldly: "You are afraid of death, it is enough!

"Uh……"

The charming and charming laughter stopped abruptly, Xia Feng had difficulty breathing, and her face showed pain, but she was not a good person, and the black poisonous mist attacked Yuanxie Huang with the air and skin.

"Poison is just the food of the devil."

Yuan Xiehuang did not retreat, he took a breath, and the poisonous mist was instantly swallowed by him.

"I don't even fear the evil spirit's poison. What a terrifying physique." Xia Feng was horrified, and his strongest poison had no effect on Yuan Xiehuang.

"Follow my life, go against my death." Emperor Yuanxie threw his Xia Feng on the ground and said coldly.

The indifferent tone, but with a strong sense of oppression, made Xia Fengdu's heart sink. She was originally an orphan of the desert witch sect, but the desert witch sect was destroyed by the Tai Xuezhu. She has a strong presence for the Tai Xuezhu. Admired, but because of the matter of the desert witch religion, there are conflicting feelings of hostility towards the Taixuezhu.

Xia Feng is a realistic person. A good girl does not suffer from immediate losses. She has not lived enough in her good years, and naturally she will not seek her own death. Under the strong pressure of Emperor Yuanxie, he immediately surrendered, but Emperor Yuanxie knew that Xiafeng would repeat it. The impermanent personality, of course, will not be easily trusted, depriving Xia Fengdu of a trace of soul essence into the "life card", as long as Xiafeng dares to betray, no matter where she escapes, there is only one death.

After sending Xia Fengdu to the side of the Taixuezhu as an undercover agent, Emperor Yuanxie rose into the air and headed towards Yanfeng.

According to memory, there is a magic sword called "Chuangshi", which is known as the sword that cuts off the heavens and the earth, and it is not comparable to the Heavenly Sword.

In the original plot, this "creation" comes from the Iron Clan, which is famous for casting swords. It is based on the "Jing of the Chain" brought by the Death Belt from the dead country as the material. The beast is heavy, and the flame mountain is opened as a furnace, and the monster is driven by the air furnace, which is quenched by the naturally formed earth fire. However, although this iron is melted, it cannot be forged or cooled.

After three generations and a hundred years of work, the Iron Clan dug through the [-]-year-old glaciers of Jixuan Peak, quenched the extremely cold ice water, and caused Tianlei to strike the sword. Hundreds of years of hard work come to fruition.

However, after exhausting thousands of years of work, he finally made "Chuangshi", but he didn't want "Chuangshi" to come out. He kept saying to himself, "Why did you create me?"

Humans are sword slaves, and the patriarch controlled by "Creation" started killing them, and most of the elites of the Iron Clan were damaged. At this time, everyone in the Iron Clan understood that this sword was not willing to be created at all.

In order to seal the sword, the Iron Clan invited seven masters, seven eminent monks, and seven sect masters. After much hardship, they sealed the magic sword at Yanshankou with four hundred and ninety five thunder talismans and four giant red iron chains.

Later, the legend of Chiba came to ask for the sword. After hearing about this history, he believed that the resentment of "creation" was caused by the iron clan. Able to become an unrivaled divine soldier in the world.

In the end, the five sword masters of the Iron Clan understood the reason and decided to sacrifice themselves to the sword to wash away the hatred of the Iron Clan. Just after the five sword masters were thrown into the furnace, the demonic energy of "Creation" also disappeared, and the peerless god who cut off the world with one bite Soldiers were born.

However, the performance of "Chuangshi" in the original plot was not satisfactory, and it seemed a little unworthy of its name, but there was one thing that Yuan Xiehuang took a fancy to, that is, this sword can restrain the god of death and the people of the dead country. The evil emperor is also determined to win.

　Today, Yanshan is as calm as usual, and the elders of the iron clan live their daily lives of eating, sleeping, and ironing.

Their iron clan can be considered to be trapped by the god of death. There are only a few people from the big clan. In the end, they were fooled by the legend of Chiba and collectively sacrificed their bodies to the sword. ill!

The Great Sword Master, Heaven Sword Master, Famous Sword Master, Heart Sword Master, Earth Sword Master, the five remaining elders of the Iron Clan, were discussing casting techniques today, and suddenly felt a powerful demonic energy descending from the sky, and immediately walked out of the cave.

I saw the sky surging, the snow falling, and the thunder roaring.

At the same time, there was a strange sound from the sky and the earth, the majestic drums in the sky continued to play, and the singing of human voices with exotic ethnic customs echoed with the beat of the tambourine.

The gloomy phrases attracted strange and erratic female voices, which were adorned with piano sounds one after another, making it creepy.

Suddenly, a ghostly shadow of Wei Ran exuded irresistible magical energy, with staring eyes and light footsteps.

The drums of war sounded powerfully again, and the female voice also turned into a passionate singing, making the momentum of evil and darkness resound through the sky!

Emperor Yuanxie's splendid and magical power, Wei Ran descended in the passionate movement, and the toes were light, but the earth was unbearable!

The entire Yanshan trembled unceasingly, and the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.

"Ten cold and cold winds roar in nine directions, wearing military robes, and blowing frost in August; thousands of miles of blood tread thousands of waves, killing intent arises, and hundreds of cities are destroyed."