Against the Gods

“Tianwei Sword End Ceremony - Sunday!! ”

Ling Jie shouted, the blue and orange light suddenly burst in the air simultaneously, erupting the sun shielding sword rays, these sword rays are strong and bright, almost shielding the sun rays above the sky dome. In the midst of this horrible sword, the countless swords released by the two Tianxuan swords circled horizontally and finally condensed into a ten-length sword of orange, falling from above.

Bang

The entire Xuan power barrier collapsed directly under the oppression of a pounding, tsunami-like sword. A crack spread wildly on the sword platform. The longest one spread directly to the edge of the royal sword platform. The clouds were in the center of the sword platform, and the ground began to fall dramatically.

Such a position promptly led many disciples to gather their protective powers in a state of daring. Ling Jie's move to end the sword is so horrible, so powerful that it can't be imagined. Yet the clouds at the center of it stood there all the time, and there was no point to evacuate. The color of the gods is also faint, don't say fear, not even a little heavy... clearly to resist this sword.

Ling Yuefeng stood up and looked at Yun Che's posture. He lowered his voice: “If you can take this sword hard, don't say Jie, even I will admire you! ”

Watching the clouds below didn't mean to hide, Ling Jie's eyes were very colorful, he released all his powers, swords, even his will unreserved, condensed, was the biggest Sunday sword in his life... even though he fought against his brother Ling Yun, who had always wanted to defeat him, he had never been so unreserved.

I can't take it. I win! Next, you are well qualified to make me Linger your little brother!!

Sunday's sword fell like a burning star. Under strong pressure, the cloudy hair and clothes were pressed tightly against the skin, but his body was still motionless. Although his feet fell deep, there was no silk offset as if nailed to the ground. On the semi-critical sword in his hand, a layer of hegemonic unmatched breath was not under this oppression, but it did not sink, but boiled more intensely.

Sunday's sword is getting closer and less than a breath away from its inception. At least one foot has fallen in the central area of the sword table, and countless more cracks have appeared on the table. Half of the cloudy body was suppressed to the ground, and the clothes were cut into numerous pieces by the confused sword.

Ten... five... three... one... five feet...

“Overlord... Anger!!! ”

Just five feet from the tip of the giant Sunday sword, the silent clouds were like a suddenly awakened dragon, and the whole body of the Xuan power erupted in a flash. In the roar, the half-turpless king sword surrounded by Qi approached the fallen Sunday sword fearlessly, that hegemonic sword tsunami, like the arrogant roar of a dark demon god.

Just under five feet above Yunche's head, the broken mouth of the Hopper Sword struck hard on the tip of Sunday's sword...

Boom!!!!!!!!

A loud sound, like the birth of Thunder, sounded the whole theoretical sword platform, even half of Heavenly Sword Mountain. Let everyone's heart this instant all the fierce chestnuts.

In the loud noise, two volcanic roaring forces erupted simultaneously, spreading wildly around in the impact, a terrible storm swept up on the sword platform, spreading from the center to the edge of the sitting audience, strong to the extreme point of the brightness light covered the shadows of clouds and Lingjie, even completely shielding Sunday's sword, from the distant sky, like a blazing fire on the ground, in this blazing fire, countless green and orange rays of light hovering like lanterns.

The whole theory sword table began to tremble, and the wide crack of the road spread all the way, the biggest one, cutting the whole theory sword table in half.

Apart from the clouds, Lingling is nearest to the falling position between Sundays, with his late Xuan power, of course, such power is difficult to hurt him, but even though he dared not wait idly, he did not try to repair the Xuan power barrier, but jumped far away, then shouted, Xuan power outcast, will spread to his direction sword power all resistance, at the same time, the other parts of the sword platform also leap out a strong man of Sky Sword Mountain, blocking the spread sword power to prevent injury to the young Xuan people with low marginal Xuan power.

The power of Sunday's sword greatly exceeds the cloudy expectations. But Yunchuan wielded a blow with a semi-critical sword. The great power shocked Ling Jie, pouring all the power of Ling Jie and the sword of Sunday. At the moment he was touched by the King's sword, he stagnated in the middle of the sky. In the mad outbreak of both powers, Sunday's giant sword could no longer fall by half. After a dozen breaths, a slight crack appeared on the tip of Sunday's sword, which then spread rapidly, extending from the tip of the sword to the body of the sword, all the way to the top...

Boom!

Another loud noise came, scattering several clouds of the sky. This time, it was the sound of Sunday's sword crumbling from the middle...

Yuanyang's twin swords cut off the king's sword.

At this moment, the broken sword of the king of the hegemony, in a more hegemonic and fierce way, broke the sword of Sunday, which Yuanyang's two swords congealed together.

This is the wrath of the Overlord, the revenge of the Overlord, and the dignity and pride of the Overlord!

Sunday's sword is broken, not horizontal, but more thoroughly vertical, and those chaotic swords like a storm dissipate rapidly due to the fracture of the subject of power.

On the battle chestnut of the sword platform gradually calmed down, the storm over the sky also stopped whistling, gradually fading in the light of power, Lingjie's figure jumped out of height, as the strong wind continued to float beyond dozens of degrees, powerless to fall on the ground, his body swayed violently when his feet touched the ground, some difficult to stand steady, Tianyang sword and Tianyang sword were still firmly held by him, but at this time, Yuanyang two swords lost their power light, became dim light, his face, also pale without a trace of blood.

Cloud-clear sand and basalt storm dissipated with the wind, finally reflecting Cloud-clear's figure. Around him, is a large pit with more than fifty lengths in diameter and more than two lengths deep. He stood at the center of the big pit, such a large pit, the surface is smooth as a mirror, almost no pit can be seen, it can be imagined how sharp and scary the sword was just across it.

The whole theory sword table at this time can only be described in terms of miserable sight. If it is not seen with one's own eyes, perhaps no one will believe that such a scene is caused by the intense battle between a ghost realm and a true ghost realm.

At this time, the cloudy hair is messy, the face is dusty, the clothes on the body are so broken, basically can no longer be called clothes, but a string of messy cloth, good in key parts can be barely covered, otherwise even his face is as thick as a wall will not be able to stand.

Countless small wounds can be seen from his bare half of his body, but they are also small wounds, which are no harm to a bastard at all, let alone serious injuries, not even a single decent wound.

Nearest to him, Linger looked at the clouds and almost didn't stare out his eyes. He had previously warned Yun Jiao that if he could not continue, he could die, and he was confident that even though Yun Jiao would inevitably be overwhelmed, he did not expect to die, pouring all his swords and powers... actually only broke his clothes and caused some minor injuries that had nothing to do with itching!

Dang!

Normally, when the sword of love of life was thrown directly to the ground by Ling Jie, he sat down on his ass and cried out like a collapse: “No more fighting, I lose! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ”

After saying the words "I lose”, Lingerton felt relaxed as if the heavy stones that had been pressed against him had been removed. In this battle, he did his best. Even if he lost, he was supposed to be happy and very happy, but Ling Jie's biggest feeling in the previous battle was the word "suffering”.

He's never had a fight that hard. Normally, he talked to his brother in Tianjian Mountain, and even if the other side beat him several times, he was not afraid. He fought violently against him like a young tiger, even if he was injured, he would not be slightly constipated and retreated. But Yunchei fought him, but he was afraid to hang his heart from time to time. He was cut or stabbed with a light sword. As long as he avoided the point, at best it was a wound, but he was hit by a heavy sword, and his whole body was broken without exaggeration. His sword is flexible and variable, fast as the wind, ghost is unpredictable, but in front of Yunchuang's heavy sword, it is basically set up. Let your sword speed be faster, sword light more, angle drill again, I only need to blow one sword over, either shake all the sword light off, or force you to take the sword far away.

When dealing with each other, Ling Jie can be said to be not close, not far away. Every time Yun Jia moves a sword, he is fearful, afraid of the tail of his head, nervous throughout the whole process, afraid of a slight relaxation, whether in his mind or in his body, it is like being pressed against a huge stone, he can not breathe.

This feeling of being suppressed by death made him vomit a little blood.

One sentence, "I lost”, that relaxed feeling gave Ling Jie a long breath and then gasped. He no longer wants to fight Yun Che, it comes entirely from the heart of his heart, never impulse to play.

Heavenly Sword Mountain had a series of heavy swords a long time ago, but this system fell at an extremely fast speed. Many years ago, the last elder of the heavy sword system went to storm the Dead Wilderness and never came out. The heavy sword series was also completely cut off in Heavenly Sword Mountain, only a few of the heavy swords that existed on the sword platform became the last trace of the existence of Heavenly Sword Mountain's heavy sword system.

Ling Yuefeng told him that heavy swords are only suitable for the battlefield, not for the Xuan. Even the sword pride, the heavenly sword domain of any sword system, there is no longer a heavy sword series, he even said that the Xuan practicing heavy swords is a complete idiot. But now that I have personally learned the horror of the heavy sword, Ling Jie would very much like to say to his father Ling Yuefeng: Your sister!

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Well, by the way, a cloud of Xiao-chul now possesses all the skills of Xuan Gong Xuan.

Xuan Gong: [Evil Gods Tricks] (from Jasmine), [Avenue Slaughter Tricks] (from Jasmine), [Phoenix Glorification Dictionary] (Forced Enlightenment, Incomplete), [Heavenly Wolf Prison Dictionary] (from Jasmine), [Ice Cloud Tricks] (from Chuyuechan)

Xuan Ji:

Evil Divine System: First Realm: Evil Spirit: [Meteorological Moon Sunset]/Second Realm: Burning Heart: [Cloud Lockdown Day]/Third Realm: Purgatory: [Extinction of Heaven and Earth]

Phoenix: [Phoenix Heavenly Dome Dance], [Burning Star Demon Lotus]

Heavy Sword System: Overlord Rage, [Heavenly Wolf Chopping] (Heavy Sword + Heavenly Wolf), [Phoenix Breaking] (Heavy Sword + Heavenly Wolf + Phoenix)

Physical: Star Divine Shadow.