Spirit Sword Sovereign

The voice of Van Gogh stunned, and the sword intent Ling Tian, ​​so that thousands of starlight lost the rays of light, became dull, he screamed with anger, cold, touching the crowd, making Mind tremble .

A few days ago, Wan Jiange was looted. As a lord of the lord, he was full of anger and grievances.

Today, stars Guzong suddenly came, set the thirteen thousand people, swayed Wanjiange, and even make a move teasing, in the case of Wanjiange unprepared, smashed make a move to kill, blood-stained Wanjianshan.

All these anger and resentment were all detonated in the case of the theft of three thousand swords. At this moment, there is no anger in the van robbers, and they can no longer bear the insults of the stars.

“The owner, stars Gu Zong, Spirit Gathering, if we forcibly rushed…” Yun Changqing’s face was frightened, and immediately dissuaded to discourage the vanity, but the vanity was just a turn, cold eyes swept over, and suddenly let him stop Lived the voice.

“Yun Changqing, do you want to defy my orders?” The voice of Van Gogh is full of threats, words, and a sudden change of Sword Master’s attitude, even the Wanjiange discipline below, also shuddered.

“War!” Van Gogh robbed again, his body condensed grayish sword light, palm move towards the void, suddenly the sword light blooms freely, a Lingtian sword momentum 滔天, 铮铮 ,, sword qi swept the sky.

Bang!

Under the command of Van Gogh, the crowds of Wanjiange have clenched the long sword, a path of sword light, like a sword qi, rushing forward, colliding with thousands of starlight 狠狠.

In an instant, the space was submerged by spiritual power, and the ruined Jianwei was smashed out, and the humming sound continued. The crowds of stars and ancient sects condensed the Martial Spirit, and they interweaved a starlight Long River, forcibly suppressing Haohao’s sword. Light.

“Kill out!” Qi Yang Shen Dadao, Wan Jiange disciplines have rushed with sword light, move towards different directions rushed out, just in a short moment, the whole piece of void completely into chaos, everywhere is devastating atmosphere.

“A group of court death’s stupid people.” Liu Guzhen looked coldly at the front, chilling laughter, behind him a scarlet-red stars, stepping on the foot, figure straight towards the front step out, the place The space has become extremely hot.

“Liu Family Patriarch, actually make a move to slaughter some juniors, it is really irritating.” Liu Guzhen make a move for a moment, a hot sword light from the sky, the day Earth Spirit is all broken, Straight to his face.

Liu Gu’s brows are wrinkled, scarlet-red stars blooms starlight, a hot star shines out, destroys the power of the burning sword light, looks up, glaring at the person ahead, shouted: “Qi Yang Shen, Just because you are qualified to say me?”

Qi Yang Shen also glared at Liu Guzhen, the two men confronted each other for a moment, almost at the same instant, starlight and sword light released, immediately collided in the void, spurring the power of terrifying.

At the time of the two killings, the rest of the space, the rest of the Yin-Yang powerhouse also collided together, a path of terrifying power coming, shaking the emptiness of the sky, cracks in the earth, may break at any time.

Twenty-eight stars in the Great Formation, covering the sky, condensing out thousands of terrifying starlight, directly enveloping the Wanjiange crowd, once someone approaches, Great Formation moves, the stars change, but starlight is still existence, constantly causing terrifying killing.

Under such circumstances, the rush of the Wanjiange people is like the clay ox entering the sea. Countless people are not close, they are drowned by starlight, leaving mottled blood on the ground, and even the broken limbs are broken. Like Shura Hell,} people are shocked.

However, under the cover of this resplendent starlight, there are still people rushing out

These Wanjiange disciplines are all fresh blood, and when they enter the Great Formation, they are like a hungry wolf that rushes into the flock. The a path of resplendent sword light is their sharpest fangs, and the sword light flashes immediately. More than ten people are on the spot.

Waiting for the stars of the ancient ancestor’s reaction, the shadow disciple’s figure drifted away, and had already rushed to other directions. The sword light flashed again, and the ethereal ethereal, but like Death God’s life-threatening knives, ruthlessly harvested a huge head. .

It should be noted that the stars Guzong is good at the spirits, the enemy is not close, it is covered by thousands of starlight, but the Wanjiange discipline is good at long sword road, elegant and mad, and can also enter the enemy group, killing .

It is precisely in order to put an end to this situation, the stars ancient sects will consume a huge amount of resources, and forge to forge three thousand stars, but helplessly, the three thousand stars are stolen by Chu Xingyun, they can not defend.

In the space, a path of mourning resounded. These mournings came from both the Wanjiange and the stars. The former was penetrated by starlight and it was difficult to advance Half-step, while the latter was torn by sword light. It is difficult to resist.

The two sides culled each other, fresh blood like water, infiltrated into the earth, and finally condensed into a stream of creeks, merged into a blood river, entwined with the entire Wanjian Pavilion, the river, the residual limbs are countless, full of bloody atmosphere.

But because of this, the two sides are reluctant to retreat, completely immersed in the cycle of killing and being killed, snoring, sorrow, even mad laughter, sounds in the ears, sounds through the heart, just like the same song The movement is clearly echoed in the sky above the Wanjian Pavilion.

But unlike the turbulent momentum in this place, Wanfeng Cliff, the deepest part of Wanjian Pavilion, is quiet at the moment, somewhat terrifying, and there is only a hollow, and there is only the whistling sound of the hurricane.

In the stone forest, Ning Lefan and Lu Qingqi were tied to the stone pillar, and the hurricane swept over, letting them wake up from the state of retreat, stinging and licking their teeth, and screaming all over.

At the rear of the seven people, there are eight hundred disciples. They are all in the absence of Heavenly Spirit. Under the baptism of the hurricane, many people have appeared in the blood. Fresh blood has already been dyed red, and it looks like Wolverine.

Among them, some people couldn’t stand the sting, and they mourned. These mourning sounds spread, but they could not pass the Wanfeng Cliff, and the sound outside the Wanfeng Cliff could not be introduced. It seems that there is an invisible force to thoroughly Isolated.

“Since we were imprisoned here, the entire Wanfeng Cliff was shrouded in the spirits, not only to isolate all the sound fluctuations, but even the Earth Spirit could not penetrate. So it seems that Shijie wanted us to die here.” Infiltrated into the Ordinary Physique, he did not mourn, but sneered.

“With the status of the stone sarcophagus, I am afraid it is difficult to arrange these spiritual arrays. The people who really make a move should be van Gogh, and we want to force us to hand over the swords.” Lu Ling also grinded with a smile. He screamed at the name of Van Gogh, and apparently did not regard the latter as the Lord of Wanjiange, without any respect.

“Since the Six Great Competition, Van Gogh has been harassed for the Honored Master. Obviously, he is afraid that the Honored Master will become famous, thus jeopardizing his position as a cabinet owner. Even the four Sword Masters who pass the lineage are badly suppressed. People, what can’t you do?”

“Today’s Wan Jiange, in name only, is in the midst of an endless dispute. I would rather be trapped here, even if I die, I can die clean.”

Lu Qingyao and Lu Qingyi also spoke.

The words of the two women immediately attracted a lot of attention, and nodded involuntarily. Although this place is dangerous and dead, it is also a rare and clean place, and it can be far away from the chaos of Wanjiange.

The voice of the people, falling into the ear of the land, is still sitting on the stone pillar. As the old man is set, he does not move, but at the corner of his mouth, he does not know when to float a touch of approval. radian.

Soon, this smeared arc dissipated, he once again entered the cultivate state, and also reluctant to step out of the Wanfeng Cliff Half-step.