Spirit Sword Sovereign

From the Wujing blood make a move to this moment, not yet alive.

Almost the moment he started, the smoldering sword light was killed, and it was completely destroyed. The whole body was up and down, flesh blurred, and the whole space became bloody, hehe.

Yan Tianchong’s gaze solidified. Immediately, in front of him, a flame sword appeared. The fire seemed to flow, covering the void. The fire burned everything, and the sword broke open, letting the heavens and the earth emit the sound of hōng lóng lóng.

“broken!”

The thunder light of the arm whistling, swept past, like a mountain descending from the sky, shaking the sword of the flame.

However, he just took a move, behind him, a cold wind swept over.

Next brake –

That wipes the cold sword light reappears, such as the claws of the claws of the ghost, the sword momentum very ruthless, will be the rushing Thunder’s right arm, ruined!

Void, silent and silent.

The body of Hao Tianchong fell from the air, his left hand slammed his right arm, fresh blood continued to flow out, dripping on the ground, and the painful look of the surging, almost shocked everyone’s Mind.

Even Chu Xingyun, at this moment, has widened his eyes and looked at this scene incredulously.

The two sword lights hovering in the void, slowly falling, the sword shadow is floating like a fog, turned into two sinister figures, it is often Akasaka and Qin Qiu Mo.

“Are you surprised? Why do we both suddenly make a move, and stop you in such a timely manner?” He talked about Qin Qiu Mo, who stepped forward and looked down at the scorpion in front of him with a look at the idiot.

Yan Tianchong still looked at his right arm and looked away. However, he was surprised to find that Qin Qiu’s eyebrows had a vertical pupil, his eyes were gray and black, and there was a faint light that was constantly turning. Especially} people.

“My Martial Spirit, called the Shadow Spirit, is at the Fifth Grade level. It has no combat capability, but it is extremely sensitive to the Earth Spirit, even if it is a trace, it can be clearly perceived.”

Qin Qiu Mo lifted his head and took a look at Chu Xingyun. He said: “Just, the sound transmission of you and Wu Jingxue was captured by Yu Ying Ling, although I don’t know what you are negotiating, but I changed it. I think, most of it is related to this child.”

“So, when we recovered to a sober moment, there was no hesitation, and the sword was moved, and the move towards the front was killed!”

Speaking of this, Qin Qiu Mo and Chang Chih-hsuan’s face are all smiling, and the sword light is still floating in the top of everyone’s head, so that Mind of everyone fell into the bottom, and more and more desperate.

“The strength of these two people is far less than my father, but in order to save you, it is still risk a move, such a move, too stupid, let me open my eyes.” A sneer voice, from the often famous mouth Spit out, he stared at Chu Xingyun and seemed to want to see something from Chu Xingyun.

After a moment, he took his eyes back, and his face floated with an annoyed color, seemingly without patience.

I saw the usual name Yang lifted his right foot, above the boots, shining the glare of the silver rays of light, its sharp meaning is like a sword, with a hegemonic attitude, kicked in Chu Xingyun’s lower abdomen.

Bang!

The terrifying power is dying, and Chu Xingyun is flying all over.

Body collision On the hard mountain wall, a deep mark was printed, and the stone shovel was torn apart, and the blood hole in Chu Xingyun was torn apart. At the same time, the spiritual power around him disappeared like water.

“Chu Xingyun’s Linghai… Broken?” The crowd’s pupils shrunk. For a time, their breathing stopped, and even the heart stopped jumping and fell into absolute silence.

If we say that the loss of Wu Jingxue and Qi Tianchong has made the crowd more desperate, then at this moment, the hearts of the crowd have been occupied by despair, and there is no other thing!

Linghai is the foundation of cultivate.

No matter how powerful Martial Artist, he must rely on the Spirit Sea to breathe and absorb the pure power of Between Heaven and Earth.

The Fragmentation of the Spirit Sea, Martial Artist’s lifelong cultivation base, will be turned into nothing, unable to display the cultivation technique Martial Study, and even unable to motivate the Martial Spirit, becoming a complete waste.

At this moment, Chu Xingyun’s Linghai is broken. That means that all the miracles he created before, all the feats have become the past. He is no longer a Talent, nor a promising enchanting genius.

Without Linghai, his existence is not even as good as ordinary person!

Chu Xingyun fell in a pool of blood, and his pair of eyes became empty. Without the confidence of the past, the pain was shrouded in the body and mind, and the whole body trembled wildly.

The injury to him, Chu Xingyun is not in the eye, as long as it is soaked in the Blood Pond, it will be restored as soon as one day.

However, the break of the Linghai, the Blood Pond can not be repaired.

Even the legendary Super Level 9 spirits can do nothing!

“My Chu Xingyun is alive and well. In just one year, I have accumulated countless resources and got help from many powerhouses. But in the end, it ended in the end of the Fragmentation.”

“could it be that, this sky, really want to die?”

Rao is Chu Xingyun’s persevering temperament. At this time, he couldn’t help but sigh. The last spiritual power in the body dissipated. The whole person seemed to have no soul, and he looked at the misty sky.

This World is respected by Wu, and the powerhouse is supreme.

Chu Xingyun has no Linghai, and is equivalent to losing everything.

The whereabouts of birth mother, he is hard to find.

The promise he made to Shui LiuXiang was no longer possible.

Even the sword of Martial Spirit can’t be called out.

What is the difference between living, living and killing in such a life!

Chu Xingyun’s divine light gradually dissipated, making Chang Mingyang somewhat boring. Originally, he wanted to constantly torture Chu Xingyun and use Chu Xingyun’s pain and mourning to vent his hatred.

Now, Chu Xingyun’s Mind, how to torture, there is no movement, no different from the death.

“I am often famous, it is the Talent disciple of Wan Jiange, and I can waste time on a waste.” There is such a thought in my mind, often looking at Chu Xingyun’s gaze, there is no emotion.

Slamming!

Cold light Silver Sword out of the sheath, a chilly killing intent, spread from the regular name Yang.

Seeing that he lifted Silver Sword, the son of the sword light, tearing this piece of void, if it came to Chu Xingyun, it would definitely break Chu Xingyun’s body.

Chu Xingyun also saw this sword light, but his body, but did not move, still standing there, not moving.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the crowd are full of lamentations, the face of the slight tremor, the eyes are more painfully closed, and do not dare to look at the scene.

“It’s really boring!”

Often named coldly snorted, spiritual tremor, the sword light condensed to the peak, turned into a huge silver sword shadow, printed in the eyes of Chu Xingyun, and even shrouded him.