Divine Brilliance

When the words fell, the dry body froze suddenly.I didn't see how to do anything, the figure changed from static to dynamic, and the figure was like an arrow, jumping from the horse's back.

The five fingers stretched like eagle claws, and a mass of green flames burned on it, catching them in the distance.

It seems that with infinite firepower, the weeds below are all spontaneously ignited without fire.The figure is also like a cheetah, which is almost invisible.

Before breathing, it seemed to be a dying old man who was about to die, but after breathing, he was still a fierce warrior who was still at the peak!

The flame burst, and Gao Yi's mind shook slightly, struggling out of the sword.Suddenly there was something funny in it.

Could it be that Qian Tianshan's son really thought that he could win the innate warrior?

Although it is a dual training of spirit and martial arts, its strength is strong and its talent is million.But this person's mind is really puzzled.Those who seem to be so forgiving should never do such stupid things.

Or, is it really grateful to love Gong Gong?

Thinking of this, Gao Yi couldn't help but lightly pick his lips.He is actually not superficial, but at this time, he still can't help but feel a little proud.

In the back, Su Chuxue and Gong Xinran also unconsciously tighten their hearts.Chuxue had to be distracted, protecting Zongshou's body.Gong Xinran kept his gaze fixed, looking at the green fire and the sword shadow.

In the dark night, three flashes of flashing light flashed in the group.Two blacks and one green, the first two and the last one, after the sword body, Zongshou Yuanshou shuttles out.

The old man named Nami didn't care. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and only had two big hands like steel pliers.

Like these kinds of runes, those warriors still need to be carefully guarded, but in his eyes, they are just a joke, and they can be crushed at will!

A spiritualist who raises spirits is also as weak as a ant!

But only for the next moment, the old man's eyes showed a horrified look.The shadow of the sword fluttered, and in his eyes, it was split in two.The trajectory is also erratic, making it completely unclear.

The catch with both hands actually fell into the empty space.It was still six shadows of swords, which flew away.

"Clouds are illusory?"

Suddenly, the body of the old surnamed Mi was sinking in the air, falling to the ground at full speed.

But when the figure finally touched the ground, the six sword shadows followed.

Too late to avoid, the old man's expression was cold, a thunderous drunk, with real power hidden, so that the phantom of the sword disappeared.

The two big hands pierced out, and between a thousand shots, they held the two black flying knives in their hands.

Just trying to smash it, the body of the old man named Mi shook again, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth.The palms of both hands were also cut with blood.

"Ling Yunzong shocked the cloud god to destroy the sword! How could it be?"

The breath in the body was chaotic for a while, and the collision was endless.The old man's face is also unbelievable!

How could it be attached to this insignificant rune sword?

And at the next moment, he saw only a few blue knives, reaching his eyes!

The pupil of the old man with the surname Mi has shrunk, and he can't mention the power to evade.The figure retreated again, ten feet back, until the breath in the body was slightly stable, and the real track of the knife's shadow was discerned. Then he hurriedly grabbed his hand and grabbed three feet in front of him again.

Only this time, it still failed.The track of that symbolic sword changed at this instant.He flew down diagonally, thrusting straight between his chest and abdomen.

"This is a royal weapon! Isn't that right, is the flying knife changing direction?"

If you say before, the old man is still a little calm, although he is surprised.It was really horrifying at the moment, his upper body twisted violently and moved away at the last moment, avoiding the vitality of his heart.Let only the blue flying knife be nailed to the left belly.

Then his eyes widened, his anger surged, and he looked up.

"Erector, how dare you hurt me!"

Endless killing intentions rushed out, and was about to take off again, killing that group of souls.The figure of the old man, however, settled in place suddenly. His pupils were violently stretched, and then he disappeared. The surprise soon filled his mind again.

I saw the blue sword shadow above. At the moment, it fell from a close distance.

In the green smoke transformed by Zong Shouyuan's soul, it seems to have a pair of cold eyes, looking down coldly.

But what struck him the most was the martial arts idea that was several times stronger than that of the sword of the pine pattern at the moment.

Sword shadow is just falling, but it also has a moving charm!

This sword, with no prestige, is cold and elegant, as if it is like a water moon, and it seems to be virtual, and it is silent and silent.

Even the speed is incredible.As if it were itself, it is part of this dark night!

When the old man with the surname Mi saw it, the sword's tip was already in sight, not even close.

This time, the face of the old man was shocked.A roar, just like a beast in a dying situation, no longer cares for the blood and blood, and the injury in the abdomen.The foot stepped back again, and the old man's body was so full of flames that he exploded with all his strength and punched the sword shadow.

But I saw the blue pine pattern wind sword, but once again burst out a bright brilliance.Then the whole sword body, as if turned into a mass of invisible light, penetrated directly between his throats.

With a thorn, the old man's head floated high.His eyes were wide open, and he looked at the headless body beneath himself in disbelief. His eyes were all stunned.

How could this be?How could this be?Will this innate strong man of the second wheel of the earth actually die in the hands of a spiritualist who raises spirits?

Where did this dry Tianshan Shizi learn from the flying sword technique?Why did Ling Yunzong's frightened cloud god destroy the sword, and why did he appear in this hand?

There is also the sword of Fang Cai, how can the dagger rhyme have such a fearful rhyme?

No, that martial art idea has definitely exceeded the sword intention level!

Who is this strong demon boy, who is the reincarnation?

And at this moment, within this wasteland of the Blood Valley, there was still Wan Gui silence, and there was no more noise.

The sickle lion had paused, and the lion stared at the scene with wide eyes.Chu Xue and Gong Xinran standing on it were even more distracted.

That innate warrior really died like that?Die under Zongshou's sword?

Several martial arts survivors in the back were also stunned, looking at the head in the distance and the blood rain.There was no more movement, almost unbelievable eyes.

Gao Yi in front, however, was pale, no blood on his face, and his pupils were loose.I only knew Mumu was riding on the horseback, letting Yu Fengju take his figure hurriedly.

Before, the old man with the surname Nami was almost forced into desperation by Zongshou's three-word charm knife.It just surprised him.

When I saw the old man with the surname Mi, he was slammed with a sword like Yuehua.It was as if he had been severely cut with a sword in his heart, only to feel empty, with a breath in his chest and undulating waves.

How can this Mr. Rice die?How can such a strong power die in the hands of this child?

When I return to God, I am full of fear when I stand up!

This instant, unprecedented remorse, eventually filled his chest.