Dominating Sword Immortal

“Oh! Interesting, actually hiding some strength.” The Son of Golden Feng distinguishes strength based on what the Holy Serpent saw, such as the Shadow Sect and the Spirit Sect of Bishui jointly killed the Elder of the Holy Serpent. This scene was seen by the faithful Holy Serpent, informing him that, as for leaf dust, it is only equivalent to ordinary spiritual sea power, it is not very outstanding. At this moment, the power is doubled and cannot be raised without attention.

looked left and right, the Golden Feng Son said: "The two men who killed the Holy Snake Elder should be fine with you! ”

“The Son can rest assured that I, Sangqing, will make them go back and forth. ”

The left-handed sacrificial elder smile on his face, the Golden Feng Son is the son of the Bolan Saint, the gift and enlightenment are unchallenged, the potential is huge, not that he can compare, so in terms of strength, although he is not inferior to the Golden Feng Son, but in terms of identity, he is a lot worse, within the community, the Son and the Virgin are generally only under the Patriarch, the status is noble.

“My Boyan will surely kill them too.” The Rite Elder on his right stared closely at the Spirit Sect of Bishui.

Golden Feng nodded, “Good, let's do it! ”

Rumor has it, the sacrificial elder named Sang Qing pounced on the demonic sect. He moved his mind and concentrated an invisible and qualitative armor of thought on his body. He held a shield of silver glitter in his left hand, and a three-pointed double-edged gun in his right hand. Although underground humans do not practise the true element, but because of the simultaneous practice of forging, an individual is powerful and runs as fast as a running thunder, as if an ancient mammoth rushed towards each other at full speed.

“I don't know!” The right hand of the Shadow Sect was tightened, a curved knife more than four feet long appeared in the hand, the back of the curved knife was thin, the body was narrow, as the right hand of the Shadow Sect waved, the cold light flashed away, the air was immediately cut open, smooth as nothing.

Ding!

For the first time, they fought each other and were equally powerful.

“Your opponent is me.” Seeing Sang Qing and Yin sect started, Bo Yan did not want to fall behind. His hands were like a net, dancing a film of phantom. The next moment, the mesh of heavenly ideas covered the Spirit sect of Bishui, layer after layer, strict and honest.

Bishui Lingzong's eyes squinted, and the great jade spiral propelled by the will of Wudao unfolded, guarding himself in the center, leaving him wrapped in a web of ideas.

As for the others, the battle was long overdue, but in comparison, underground humans occupied an absolute advantage. In long-range attacks, the beliefs of underground humans were important. The spears thrown easily pierced the flesh of the star's extreme strength, and the physical strength of underground humans was not comparable to that of the star's extreme strength. However, the people from the outside world were not nothing. In terms of fighting skills, the underground humans could not catch up with each other at all, and the two were not at the same level.

Unlike other underground humans, Murongcheng's opponent is three underground humans. Murongcheng did not rush to take Murongcheng's life and seemed to have any plans. Since the concentration of the statue of the soul, Murongcheng has been able to use martial arts will to increase the overall qualities, but in the face of the intangible qualitative ideas, it is not possible to quickly resolve.

“It's an honor to die on my hands.” The Golden Feng Son walked to the leaf dust step by step, his face was very relaxed. In his view, dealing with the leaf dust himself was already a big use, the cow knife for killing chickens, but it was also boring, why not have some fun.

Ye dust could not understand each other's words, but did not mean that he could not see each other's small eyes. He stood still, his back was straight, as if a sword, a sword about to sheath, belonged to the swordsman's sharp breath all around.

Golden Feng's son smiled coldly and suddenly his hands swung.

Puchi!

The blade of intangible thought rubbed the neck of the leaf dust and drew a nearly 100 meters long crack on the mountain. As to why there was no hit, it was not the mercy of the Son of Golden Feng, but the leaf dust at a critical moment, the first deviation, dangerous and dangerous to avoid the attack.

“Not bad. ”

The Golden Wind Son leaves his mouth open.

“You take my sword too. ”

Leaf dust, regardless of whether the other party can understand or not, destroys the sword and instantly sheaths, from the bottom up, the sword is bright.

Boom!

After all, the Golden Feng Son despised the leaf dust, and did not expect the leaf dust to come out so fast, so unexpected, he could not escape, had to lay an indestructible ideological barrier in front of him, and quickly thicken and widen.

The invisible sword light condensed by the intention to destroy the sword impacted with the ideological barrier. The ground began to collapse and crack, and the sound of the broken trees around it split into pieces, turning into flying ash. The Golden Feng Son himself could not prevent it, retreating more than a dozen steps before defusing the sword's intentional impact.

With his palms swinging, the Golden Feng Son glanced at his left shoulder, where a piece of golden fur had been cut off and his finely shaved hair dancing in front of him, his face was very ugly.

“Fine, you finally got me a little interested. I don't know what to do next. How can you stop me?” The Golden Feng Son looked slightly heavy, the leaf dust was not as easy to solve as he thought, of course, he had not yet regarded the leaf dust as a strong enemy, just a little more serious.

“Storm Gold! ”

The Golden Wind Son opens his mouth and immediately expels the air in front of him. A blade of thought is like a storm and rain, with no rules.

ding dang dang!

Metal explosion sounded, Ye dust sword sword sword after sword crushing blade of thought, because the sword speed is too fast, makes people feel like three or four swords, in fact, he produced at least 17 swords, each sword will cut off a straight line of blade of thought.

“Bastard, die! ”

Under the soil collapsed, the Golden Wind Son took a step forward. As he took this step, more blades of thought formed, centered around a point, spinning wildly to create a horizontal tornado composed of blades of thought, the front end of the tornado was tapered, and the high speed impacted the leaf dust.

“Heavenly Thunder Cher! ”

Holding the sabotage sword in both hands, Leaf dust to destroy the sword intent pushes out the best, the most powerful heavenly thunder cut, one sword waves out, as if the heavens and the earth were split apart, the horizontal tornado composed of the blade of consciousness is split from it, divided into two parts, let the Golden Feng Son's attack fail.

“Impossible. How could his sword be so strong?” The Golden Feng Son finally changed color. In the Bolan Saints, he concentrated his martial soul a year ago. His soul was 10% martial arts. His will was equivalent to the power of the spiritual sea in the outside world. After the will was applied and turned into an idea, his aggressiveness was multiplied several times. Absolutely no less than the martial arts will of the master level. Ye Dust was able to block his full blow. Didn't you say that the sword will of the other party, is the sword will of the master level, he had the sword will of the master level at the age of twenties. It was a banditry, at least in the history of the underground world, few such people appeared. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)