Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1101 Tianzi Sword

Probably everyone, when you hear such an answer, will be angry - especially the proud person.

Gongsun Shiyu laughed at this moment and laughed with anger. His voice was calm and calm, and he was very calm. "Your lord is not afraid of shining."

It seems that in order to fulfill his sentence, at this time, behind the "Mo Xiaofei", suddenly there is something to explode.

I only heard a loud sound, but I couldn't see the fireworks, like the sudden explosion of the air, and the figure of 'Mo Xiaofei' shook slightly.

After seeing this scene, Gongsun Zhishui opened his mouth with a slight surprise. "When is the rain?"

"Imagining parallelism is not something that cannot be done." When the grandson was raining, he said: "When the skill is up, it can be done naturally."

This is not an explanation for Gongsun Zhishui, as if to say to Mo Xiaofei.

""Shocking the World" is not bad." 'Mu Xiaofei' is expressionless. "The Gongsun seems to be under the Yellow Emperor. It is also better to eat the old bottom than the ordinary. The Yellow Emperor is also kind, to you. Leave such a blood, but unfortunately the future generations really can't."

"Great tone!" This time, even the Gongsun Zhishou is not patient - for the Xuanyuan Palace, especially the cadre's Gongsun, the Yellow Emperor is equal to the faith, no one can bear it, others use their own old The ancestors said things.

At the same time, the grandson and the rain sneered, the power is like a wolf, the self-made watch is rolling, the white arrogance is gathered into a virtual shadow of a majestic military commander.

Unexpectedly, 'Mo Xiaofei' shook his head and said: "The widows have promised that if they meet the guilty descendants of Gongsun, they will open the net... You will go, and go back and think about what Xuanyuan Huangdi left for you. In the end, it is for what you do, but you should not do anything... Also, your "Stunning Scriptures" is in the wrong direction. The widows, do their best."

"The widow?" The grandson rained his eyes and seemed to think of something, but he couldn't catch it again.

His whim, the incomprehensible upswing, the troubles that have plagued him for years to overcome, there is a sense of faint looseness at this moment... For the military, this is a rare opportunity.

There is a feeling in the rain of the grandson. As long as he has fought a battle with this person and won, he does not even have to be the one of the ninety-five, and he can climb the new realm of the exercises from the other direction.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and the momentum was soaring at this moment... The soaring momentum was so powerful that even the black people who were constantly playing the ruling in the pit were also unstable and had to stop. Come, even spit out a blood.

Perhaps it is the momentum of Gongsun's rain at this moment is too strong, and the body of 'Mo Xiaofei' has slowly appeared a competing atmosphere, and... the faintness is stronger than that of the grandson.

The grandson’s rain has shaken everyone, but he has been unable to shake the ‘Mo Xiaofei’ at the moment!

"You really repaired "The Emperor's Shocking World"!" Gongsun Shiyu walked step by step. "Who are you? You are not a male grandson. Where did you learn from it? You claim to be a widow? I am afraid I also want to go." Fighting for the world, and pushing the exercises to the highest level? Gongsun has no me... I have ever thought that the traitors have been born and died, and your practice is passed on from him?"

This is almost the only possibility that the grandson can think of when he rains. Hearing the analysis of the rain of the grandson, the male grandfather behind him did not dare to frown, because he also felt that this was almost the reason.

It’s just that is not the case. The practice of ‘Mo Xiaofei’ was originally from Xuanyuan Palace, which is a very secret thing in Xuanyuan Palace...

"Gong Sun has no me?" "Mo Xiaofei" thinks of the male grandson who challenged himself in the Penglai Treasury. He dismissed: "It's just that you can't walk the emperor, you can only choose the hegemony, some talent waste."

The public grandson rains no matter how much, at this moment his momentum has climbed to the highest peak, just as before the pursuit of the wind, it has reached a point where he has to fight.

He punched a punch.

The master is having a trick, only one trick is needed.

Do all the tricks, exercises, cultivation, understanding, spirits, all the blows of everything... a blow to the front!

In an instant, the rain of the grandson seems to have seen the end of the dilemma of the exercises... as if I saw the hope of crossing this dilemma!

At the moment, under the influence of the grandfather's rain, this is the person who lost his soul. The tens of thousands of people who have not yet been pushed into the crater are waking up.

But at the moment of waking up, they were once again taken away from consciousness and fell to the ground.

Gongsun Zhishui also has a slightly white complexion, and needs to launch a new soul of war before he can barely resist the momentum of Gongsun’s rain at this moment, but...

‘Mo Xiaofei’ still does not move.

He is like a mountain that cannot be crossed, can't move!

"The widow said that the net is open..." "Mo Xiaofei" snorted, "but it's just one side! Opportunity, the widows have already given it, now...not a word! Broken!"

I don't see any movements, just a sip!

But it was just the sipping of this body, like a sword, instantly smashed the momentum of the grandson's rain that climbed to the highest peak - just like a balloon that forcibly bounced to the limit!

The leakage of the momentum, in an instant, let the blood of the public sun rain, the spirit of the gods will follow.

His fist has not really been played, and everything is gone like water!

Just like chasing the wind, you can only understand that you can't go to the forefront. He is only a little bit worse, and you can break through the dilemma of the exercises and reach a new realm!

puff--! !

Blood fog, spurting out from the mouth of the grandson's rain, at this moment the meridians in his body can not withstand the violent power of anti-phagic, a hole and then a hole in the hole!

"Time rain!" Gongsun stopped the water and screamed.

When the male grandson rains, it contains blood, sputum, and crumbling... His hands are hanging down weakly, and staring at 'Mo Xiaofei', but it is difficult to hide the horror of the eyes. "The king's realm... you actually... ..."

But at the same time, a violent temper, suddenly suddenly sighed in the consciousness of the grandson and the rain... At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of a huge dragon!

A full of grievances, full of madness, full of hatred of the sound of dragons - in an instant, the consciousness of the grandson and the rain, almost lost by another idea full of killing!

The low-hanging arm jerked out, and the earth gave up the golden ripples at this moment, a golden sword shadow, and at this moment, slowly extended from the earth.

The golden sword shadow finally fell into the hands of the grandson and the rain - and his fading momentum also returned to the peak again at this moment, even high - but only another.

‘Mu Xiaofei’ wrinkled at this moment, “Xuanyuan? It’s so... No wonder you will be proud.”

"Dead!"

Suddenly, the grandson and the rain clenched the golden sword in his hands. The whole person was like a sharp arrow, holding the huge power, but with the simplest force of Huashan, with this golden sword shadow, Under the 'Mo Xiaofei' squat!

Crazy killing spirits swept out!

Seeing that 'Mo Xiaofei’ is about to die in the golden sword shadow, I saw that he suddenly raised his hand and made a posture of holding the sword crossbar!

Ding--!

Gold and stone symphonic voice!

At this moment, the nearby hills, hard-boiled because of the appearance of this loud noise, have exploded, it is actually a short cut!

The majestic momentum, the impact of fear!

At this time, the wind at the corner of his mouth contained blood, pushed open the rubble that was lying on his body, and slowly stood up... but immediately looked at the ‘Mu Xiaofei’!

The golden sword shadow, at this time erected in front of ‘Mo Xiaofei’, the grandson’s rain still maintained the full kneeling posture, but what, the crossbar was in front of the golden sword shadow!

It is a purple flashing thunder... It blocks the golden sword!

It’s not a purple thunder, it’s just a sword that stirs up this purple thunder... It gradually becomes clear in the hands of ‘Mo Xiaofei’!

At this moment, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ waved his hand with force, and the sword stained with purple thunder instantly opened the golden sword!

The grandson's rainy face changed dramatically, and the sudden shock changed his sense of killing consciousness to a trace of it - but the inertial force that was opened up made him crazy!

His legs dragged on the ground for dozens of meters, and he stopped!

"There are still weapons in the world that can be the sharpness of the present Xuanyuan?!" Gongsun stopped the water to look at this scene incredibly - even though he knew that the rain of the grandson could be summoned, just a sword light of Xuanyuan!

But this is also the first Shenzhou soldier in China, without the sharp Xuanyuan sword!

"What sword are you?" The grandson’s face has never had such a dignity... On the purple electric entangled sword of 'Mo Xiaofei’, he even felt a similarity to Xuanyuan, as if it were exactly the same. power!

This almost subverts his cognition.

"This is... Xuanyuan·Tianzijian." ‘Mu Xiaofei’ looked at the grandson’s rain, and said indifferently.

"Xuanyuan...The Son of Heaven?" The grandson and the rain said: "Don't dare to name Xuanyuan... impossible!"

'Mo Xiaofei' cold and cold road: "Don't you know? It seems that your grandson has also fallen... Since ancient times, Xuanyuan has divided three! Kill God, Haotian, and the Son of Heaven... Three swords in one, It’s the real Kyushu·Xuanyuan sword! You are this, but it’s a sword light that kills God, the light of fireflies, and dare to compete with Haoyue!”

"I don't believe it!!" The grandson's rain at this moment, the temperament of the heart is once again rising, once again picking up the golden sword light in his hand, suddenly the sky is full of golden swords!

'Mo Xiaofei' screams coldly, "killing the gods, thinking of the world, in order to kill the gods of the inferiority, to leave a line of vitality for the people... you only have a private desire in your heart! It is not worthy! The same is the holder of Xuanyuan, It really makes the widows shame! Let's die!"

The long sword is high and he is determined to kneel down.

One day is angry, and the sky is angry!

A purple thunder broke through the thick layers of fog, carrying the supreme majesty, and squatting on the rain of the grandson!

Golden sword light, instantly broken... Heaven and earth is one of the dark!

Huge power, even directly bursting the pit of the day, and killing several of the black people in this moment, leaving no ash!

a long time.

When everything calmed down, it swallowed up 10,000 people, and the tens of thousands of people had disappeared, and they were moved to the bottom. But the living person who fell down and fainted was not hurt by a trace.

Only the grandson and the rain, the clothing was destroyed at this moment, the body's meridians burst, covered with blood, fell to the ground, if the hair is silky, eyes are godless...

"It rains..."

Under the horrible blow, Gongsun Zhishui did not suffer any harm... He looked at the singer Mo Xiaofei holding the sword of the Son with horror, and it was fear and trepidation.

The fear is that the other party controls the power to such a fine level, and the trepidation is the power of the Son of Heaven!

He had to bite his head and come to the side of the grandson and rain. When he looked at the rain and the heart of the grandson, he was silent.

"Take him away." "Mo Xiaofei" put down the sword of the emperor at this time, and said: "The widow has destroyed his martial arts and cut off all his vitality. He can't live for a long time. Look at Xuanyuan. On the merits of Gong Shouwei's world, the widows allowed him to leave the whole body."

Gongsun stopped the water at this moment, cold sweat, pale face, facing this mysterious teenager, he even could not lift the heart of rebellion - too strong!

"After going back, I want to know exactly what the Xuanyuan Palace's ancestral training is!" 'Mo Xiaofei' coldly said: "If it makes the widows find out again that your grandson dares to harm the world, the widows will mention the sword of the emperor and kill Xuanyuan Palace...kill your family!"

Gongsun stopped the water and did not speak, but silently picked up the rain of the grandson.

After he looked deeply at ‘Mu Xiaofei’, he rushed away from the place without saying anything... The breath of the rain of the grandson was getting weaker and weaker.

......

"Big brother?"

Chasing the wind and dragging some tired body, slowly came to the side of 'Mo Xiaofei'... The injury on his body was so good soon.

After being blown by Gongsun’s rain, although he wanted to realize the unsuccessful situation, he unexpectedly opened a new supernatural power in the inheritance of the wolf: self-healing.

Superior self-healing ability.

‘Mu Xiaofei’ waved at this time, and the Son of Heaven disappeared from his hands.

He looked back and looked at the wind, but it was a rare smile. "Those who learn martial arts, remember to be angry, a failure is nothing. In your own way, to understand what the widows teach you."

"Big Brother?" After chasing the wind, I always feel that this ‘Mo Xiaofei’ brother seems to be wrong at this moment.

"The widow is a little tired, take a break first." ‘Mu Xiaofei’ is still calm, but there is no majesty in the calm. “Your big brother, I will give it back to you first.”

Saying, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ has fallen.

Chasing the wind and quickly reaching for help, but seeing Mo Xiaofei has been comatose in the past, but the breathing is smooth, it seems to just fall asleep... But in an instant, Mo Xiaofei opened his eyes again.

He screamed weakly, "Hunting the wind..."

This tone, already the chasing of the familiar Mo Xiaofei's tone, with the feeling, chasing the wind and surprise: "Big brother!! You are normal!!"

"probably……"

Mo Xiaofei smiled a bit.

Because he knows that the ‘he’ is over-consumption, and will wake up sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)