Grasping Evil

“Fallen sword! ”

On all sides of the jade table, countless old monsters suddenly stood up from their seats, looking at the sword honorer in the center of the jade table, their eyes unbelievable!

Among the ancient heavenly gardens, there are four major towns, Tian Ancient Sword, the fall of the Immortal Sword is one of them.

Since ancient times, none of those who have been able to understand the sword of the four great ancient swords are invincible and terrible sword cultivators of their peers.

If the sword master understands the complete sword trap, he is also a half-step master of virtual practice. His strength must not be diminished. He fears that he is already a rare enemy under the purification!

These old monsters do not see that sword reverence is merely a hint of immortal swordsmanship in the heart of the sword, not a true understanding.

And that hundred swords zoning god who was defeated by the sword on the Jade Taiwan, as soon as he recognized the immortal sword intention, immediately pale face, hurriedly climbed up from the ground, and returned to the seat of the hundred swords zoning, where dare he wreak havoc on the sword.

In his view, Sword King is not a vain and powerful man, but he understands that falling into the sword of immortality is something he could resist in the early days of God...

“If you want to plot a troll, fight your husband first! ”

The sword suddenly drew its sword, and each sword stood on the Jade Taiwan.

He carried an ancient sword with a pine pattern. He bore another large sword box behind him. Short hair was like a trident, white beard was flying, and the sword around him was like a dragon, like a god and majestic!

There are countless seats on all sides of the jade table, sitting with a million brothers, from more than a hundred first-class gates of the rainworld.

The mountains and seas gather here. But at this moment, no one dares to challenge the sword.

Those who have become gods or are less than gods are afraid of the glory of the sword.

And most of the false old geeks, merely bullying themselves, did not come to the stage to fight at this moment, lest they fall into the infamy of bullying.

Ultimately, the sword is only a half-step cultivation of falsehood, only a cultivator monk. These old cultivators love feathers and do not bully a cultivator.

“Hey, Old Sword, you're so...” Hole sighs, and the giant engine is full of shame.

The relationship between the giant engine and the sword honor is not very good, and even the two of them have had some resentment.

But the Trojan Demon clan is in trouble, but the sword reverence is the same as the Seven Powers, jumping out for the Trojan Demon clan. This war chest really touches the giant engine.

“The sword on this sword honor does contain a slight sword trap, but it's just a tiny bit. Hmm, the district has a slight sword trap, not worth mentioning! However, it is rumored that Sword Island contains fragments of a sword wrapped in immortal swords that have been taken away by the White Sword God... and that the old man did not believe the rumor, which seems to be true today. ”

Above the chief, the master of the Ice Yue Sword Sect, Sword Hou, snorted coldly, despised the sword respect, but also bullied himself, did not have a hand against the sword respect.

But the voice of the Divine Sword Horse spread without any cover.

As soon as I heard that the sword was not completely sword-slapping, I immediately relieved myself.

If the sword is only enlightened by a hint of immortal sword, then no one in this room will necessarily prevail over the sword.

“Your Excellency is the sword of Kenjima, huh, let the old man teach you the high tricks! ”

An old man in a green sword robe, with a green crystal flying sword, suddenly jumped onto the jade and wreaked havoc on the sword.

This man is the owner of the Hundred Swords Sect and a half-step sword cultivator.

“Lord of the Hundred Swords, Zhao Festival... ”

Whoa!

The sword is a fierce sword, and the ancient sword with pine pattern emits a thrilling sword. The winds and clouds changed color on the Jade Plate. In the blink of an eye, a dark green sword burst out and scattered as thousands of swordlight rain spots to cover the sky!

“Sword Rain! ”

The face of Zhao Festival has changed dramatically. This sword is a type of sword and rain. It is infinitely close to the power of peeping!

Though he knew that sword reverence could not be underestimated, he did not expect that sword reverence was so powerful that it was almost invincible.

In a hurry, Zhao Festival danced the Green Crystal Sword, exhibiting the sword art of Baijian Zongzheng - Baijian style.

In an instant, Zhao Festival waved hundreds of swords, but all these swords were defeated by the invincible sword rain.

Zhao Festival was incredible, hurried back, but it was too late, surrounded by swords and rain.

But after hearing a scream, Zhao Festival was cut out of more than a dozen tiny blood caves by a sword and rain, screaming and spitting blood out of the jade.

Even though he is still alive, he was seriously injured and defeated by the sword!

“Sword Island triumphs.” The snooping old man who presided over the war declared that he was the Lord of the Six Flames, named Flames.

“Sword of honor!” In the last seat, a number of Sword Island sword repair arms cheer.

“Who else wants to fight my husband!” Sword reverence sweeps at the men.

“Sword honor means, the old husband Feiyan Emperor Yan returns to teach His Excellency high skill! ”

Among the crowd, an elderly man with a small, negative sword jumped onto the jade, revealing a half-step false attitude and a provocative sneer at the sword reverence.

This man was small in shape, but his hand was extremely fast. He suddenly drew his sword, and sacrificed to the long sky. The sword light revealed the illusion of a flying swallow. The sword was actually the art of flying!

“Flying Swallow! ”

The flying sword is as light as a flying swallow, shadowless, enough to see the speed of the sword light.

The sword honored the old man's eyes, dared not slacken, sword light grasped, leaped to the sky, avoided the Swallow Sword light, and then stood high below the Swallow back to cut off a sword.

“Sword Falls! ”

For a moment, the sword is like a waterfall raging, like the fall of the Nine Days Galaxy.

As soon as Swallow's sword touched the stunning lights of the waterfall, it rolled back and there were countless cracks in its body.

The natural flying sword was damaged, the swallow coughed up blood and suddenly raised its head.

At first sight of the Galactic Falls Sword, it was too late to retreat.

Boom!

The great jade is shattered by this waterfall sword light!

The sword stood on its feet, amidst the ruins of the jade under its feet, swallowed back and stained with blood. He was severely injured. He glanced at the sword in cold blood and fell unconscious and fell into the ruins of the jade.

“Sword of Sword Island triumphs!” The Lord of the Six Flames is not salty.

“My lord!” The masters of the Baijian Sect immediately snatched the swallow back, fearing that the sword had honored the swallow back to life.

Shh!

Beneath the jade, a personalized sacred gate feared nothing less.

The power of sword reverence, if it has reached the invincible realm of God, no one can defeat him unless it is a true cultivator!

One time, no one dares to challenge the sword!

“Sword of honor!” Brother Kendo screamed even more violently.

On the seat of the chief barbarian sect, the Patriarch Nan barbarian gazed unhappily and said to the old man behind him,

“One and a half steps of the district is nothing but vain. With a hint of sword falling into the sword of the immortal broken sword, it is truly unknown how thick the heavens and the earth are trying to challenge the hundreds with one blow. Lian Qin, go kill him! ”

“Yes!”

The old man with the negative sword stepped out and turned into a bright light, appearing on the ruins of the Jade Taiwan.

The man is also a half-step sword practitioner, but the momentum is no less than half the sword's honor.

The sword landed on the ground, gazing at the elderly man with a negative sword, and daring not to belittle him.

“My husband Lian Qin, by order of the Patriarch, came to fetch your head! ”

Whoa!

The old man's speech dropped, and the sword sword spread around him. The sword's voice was astonishing, including an ancient sword, making the sword lord tremble for his heart!

On all sides of the jade, countless old geeks shouted again. And when even Qin pulled out the giant sword, the shouting was all the more upside down.

“This, this is... the sword of immortality! And this is even in Qin's hand. Isn't it the ancient sword of the slaughter? ”

“No, even the sword in Qin's hand is not a sword of immortality, it is just a counterfeit sword... but this sword contains a small fragment of the sword of immortality, the power must not be diminished! ”

Whoa!

Even the Qin sword refers to the sword honor, only one step out, but the human sword has merged into one, turning into a huge sword light that kills everything, with an unimaginable sword to the sword honor.

The sword's eyes shook and he did not retreat.

Sword repair duel, focus on the momentum, if you retreat, even if it is only half a step, you will lose the momentum to the enemy.

The mind knows that by its own strength, it can't stop the sword that kills the Immortal Sword, but let him back, but it can't be half-step!

Suddenly, the sword box behind him immediately emitted the sound of hundreds of thousands of flying swords.

The next moment, hundreds of thousands of flying swords were like rain, flying out of the blade box, and the lights of Qin's body sword were cut off.

Boom! Boom!

Thousands of flying swords have been chopped to pieces, and every flying sword is at least a Dan level flying sword, the strongest, and even a half-step dauntless flying sword!

This is the biggest base card of sword reverence, releasing hundreds of thousands of flying swords, which means that all true vain purifiers need to hide their scalp from one or two.

Pfft!

After crushing nearly 200,000 flying swords, the sword light of the Immortal Sword was finally broken.

Even Qin vomited blood, his eyes were frightened and frightened. The remaining 300,000 flying swords were chopped into mud. He died tragically on the ruins of Yutai, and the Yuan God did not escape!

“It's dangerous...”

Sword-john sighed softly and ingested even Qin's fairy slaughter sword into his hand. It was still palpitations.

If he hadn't used the biggest cards, he couldn't have beaten even Qin.

“Sword of Sword Island triumphed...” This time, the Six Flames Lord, who had been spying on falsehoods, changed slightly in color, apparently shocked by the sword's insane swordsmanship.

Shh!

A bystander was struck by the sword's insane sword art.

With the power of the Sword Box, firing 500,000 flying swords at the same time, who can take the sword for a blow except to refine the Phantom!

On the barbarian sect seat, the southern barbarian Hou was furious. He could not have imagined that a half step of the sword honorer's district practiced falsehood and dared to kill his barbarian sect in front of a hundred sects!

“Whoever dares to kill me, will die! ”

Nanbanhou jumped onto the jade, his figure was strong and powerful, his claws swept to the sword, and the momentum suddenly spread.

Voyeurism swept through the ruins of the Jade Taiwan. Even if the sword honor's bottom card is stronger, it can only deter the monks beneath the void. As a voyeurism, the southern barbarians will fear the sword honor!

The sword honors those who dare to slaughter the barbarian sect on the spot. As the barbarian god, Nanbanhou cannot naturally swallow this breath. In any case, he must be taught a lesson!

“Not good!”

Sword reverence defeated three people in a row, the magic power was greatly damaged, and the realm was far below the southern barbarian, and there was no way to catch the southern barbarian claw.

In the powerful atmosphere of the southern barbarians, the sword reverence only feels the breath is astringent and cannot be countered at all.

Nanban wants to kill Sword King, kill him!

How can you see the sword die for the giant demons when you see the sword's dignity in difficulty and the hole and the giant engine can no longer sit?

Both of them sacrificed their magic treasures and fought to the south barbarian vest.

Nanban felt the attack behind him. He couldn't help but stagnate. He turned his claws into his palms. At the same time, he suddenly turned around and laughed at the hole and the giant engine.

“The district is full of half-step emptiness, dare to mess with Honhou, seek death! ”

Boom!

Nanban Hou Ling Empty palm, shattered countless voids, sword honor Yokohama as chest, still unable to stop the peeping palm, spit blood flies.

Though Cave Virtue and the giant engine risked saving the sword reverence, they were targeted by the southern barbarians.

Nanban Hou Fang turned around, without saying anything, towards the hole, the two giant engines are two palms shot.

The vast array of palms swept away, holes and giant engines were all spitting blood and could not stop the Nanban blow.

“A few ants in the district, not on their own, dare to mess with Ben Hou!” The southern barbarians do not despise.

“My husband is an ant, but what are you! Yet you do not know that this troll is sheltered by a man.” Sword prince bites the canal.

“Asylum? Are you referring to Zhou Ming as the Giant Demon asylum-seeker?” Nanbanhou has also heard about the killing of Lord Shiller and Lord Akaten. At first sight, Ningfanwei was naturally somewhat afraid.

But thinking about it, it's not just a force of his martial arts, it's more than a hundred forces.

A total of eleven of these forces, including the Barbarian Sect, are fictitious. There is no shortage of those who are vain and powerful.

In the view of the southern barbarians, Ningfan is not strong enough to resist flushing, and naturally does not dare to come to assist the Giant Demon Nation.

He is naturally no longer afraid of Ningfan.

“Humph! Even if Zhou Ming protects the Giant Demons, so be it! We wait here for 100 people, Zhou Ming alone, if it wasn't for our opponent, besides, he would never dare to come. You three, don't scare Ben Hou, go to hell!” Nanbanhou glanced coldly, pointing out that the finger was divided into three directions, attacking the three princes in each direction.

Sword reverence, hollows, giant engines are all badly wounded right now.

After the huge cage, the silence of the wind and snow, at first sight the father was in danger of falling, it was harder to calm down, leaving a desperate tear, whispering what, but no one could understand.

She's just a little mute. She can't even ask the savage lord to spare her father's life.

“Islander! ”

“Sword Lord! ”

“Sheikh! ”

The countless masters of Cave Island, Sword Island and the Giant Demon Nation are all in a panic, but no one can save the three.

Boom! Boom!

Three fingers blasted over the ruins, stirring up smoke and dust, making the battle in the smoke invisible.

But it need not be thought and known that the three severely wounded men, who have been snooped by the southern barbarians, will surely die.

“There is no need to look, the sword honor, the hollow honor, the immense honor will die.” Lord Six Flames announced the outcome of the war.

“Huh, it's nature! If even three and a half paces of emptiness cannot be killed, the Hou Hou himself will not live for nothing!” Outside the smoke and dust, the southern barbarians do not despise.

In the seat of the Lanling sect, the King of Lanling closed his eyes indifferently, indifferent to whether the three men are dead or alive. In his eyes, the three men are stronger and stronger, and they are still ants. If the ants die, what does it matter to him?

He came to the Giant Demon Clan only to get the Giant Demon tablet and the snowflake. He already has a six-wing tablet, and if he gets another giant tablet, he can translate the ancient scriptures of the tablet...

The ancient scriptures of two tablets may be enough for him to heal his wounds.

On the ghost seat, the ghost laughed coldly, "The eight immortals of the Giant Demon Clan are really breathtaking. The head of the clan is dying, and he doesn't want to show up... hum! ”

He looked cold at the King of Lanling and still had not forgotten his deep hatred for him.

Only at this moment, the Phantom Horse is also plotting the Giant Demon Nation. He will not tear his face apart from the King of Lanling until he takes the Giant Demon Stone Sheet.

When the tablet is available, he will settle the old account with King Lanling!

In Wuzong's seat, Deputy Master Wu Tian was staring cold at the ruins of Yutai. Suddenly, he was slightly surprised and received the pronounced flying sword of Lord Wu Muhou. As soon as you listen to the contents of the flying sword, you immediately look at it with no blood on your face!

“Vice Lord, what happened?” Several elders of Wuzong did not understand. As a deputy lord of Wuzong, Wutian is an inexplicable voyeuristic monster. He can't believe that the content of the pronounced flying sword is horrified without blood.

These Wuzong elders can't imagine what could scare Wutian like this.

“The Patriarch ordered us to evacuate the Trojan Demons... this water, we must never go because...” The second half of the sentence, Wu Tian could not be said because of excessive fear.

Because there is a demon who dares not rebel against Wu Muhou. He is rushing to the Giant Demon Nation to make an appearance for the Giant Demon Nation!

On the Nirvana Valley seat, the valley master repaired in the second realm of the gold body, looking in the direction of the rubble of the jade, suddenly there was no reason to fight chestnuts!

That kind of chestnut, it's the oppression from the refining world!

Under the smoke, something came out of the dreadful smell of the body, making Yuanxiu feel instinctively afraid!

On the seat of the Red Demon Sect, the Lord Red Demon King looked in the direction of the Southern Barbarian Marquis, licked his tongue, and asked in his body the vain momentum was ready.

Even the Chiefs of the Giant Demons are dead. Now, who else can stop the Giant Demons from robbing hundreds of tablets and snowflakes?

“Uh, who's there! ”

On the seat of the rain palace, a spying alchemist suddenly rose and marveled at the ruins of the jade, scattered with smoke.

This person is Lord of the Temple of the Sun Tian, named Zheng He, is a five-turn peak alchemist.

The Yangtian Temple, once under the jurisdiction of the Four Princes of the Rain Palace, lost its ruined sitting town due to the sword of the Cloud Sky.

Zheng He came to the Giant Demon Nation not to compete for a tablet, but to seek Ningfan.

He seeks Ningfan, only because outside rumors that Ningfandan technique can enter the eighth rainfall world, he is not satisfied!

As a Five Transformation Alchemist, Zheng He perceived the anomaly very sharply and took the lead in detecting the anomaly in the Yutai smoke.

Above the rubble of the jade, the smoke gradually dissipated, revealing three serious injuries, the Three Kings.

Though severely injured, Sword King and others did not die at the fingertips of the southern barbarians, which was much to be expected.

“Why aren't these three dead?” Some of the brothers of the sect were surprised.

“Look, what's that!” Some other monks have noticed variations above the sky.

On the sky above the jade table, sometime a huge golden ancient sword appeared!

When the ancient sword appeared, the handle of the sword stood by three people, the sword stood by two women, and the tip of the sword stood a young man in white with a cold eye, asking the idolatry to spread far away.

The young man in white lifted him with one hand, and in his palm, he grabbed three fingers!

Those three fingers, clearly emanating from the southern barbarians, were used to attack three people, including Kenjo.

The young man in white single-handedly blocked Nanbanhou's three fingers, cultivating nature far higher than Nanbanhou's.

Clearly, the three men, Kenjo and others, are still alive precisely because of the young men's help.

“Who are you to stop Ben Hou from murdering... without fear of offending my hundreds!” Hundreds of people were at war in the South, trying to blame the youth, and the next moment, they began to lose control of the chestnuts.

Because there are many Inland Seas monks on all sides of Yutai, they have recognized the identity of the people, and countless shouts echo the cooling kingdom of the North!

“Zhou, Zhou Ming! He's Zhou Ming! He's here, he's here! ”

And he kept his eyes closed, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked incredibly at Ningfan, "Ask about the false mood?! How could this ant break through the question in a short time? Is it true that he suppressed rumors of the Langhorn tribe?! ”

When he first met Ning Fan, he was clearly only transforming the realm of God... how long has it passed? How can this be possible?!

In the beginning, Rain Emperor told King Lan to teach Ningfan a lesson, and King Lan did not hesitate to do so...

And the ants he despised, who had grown to this point... how could that be possible?

Outside the ruins of Yutai, the southern barbarians could not contain the fierce heartbeat, sweating vest, shaking hands...

“What! Is he Zhou Ming?! ”

He asked himself, but there was no answer. There was only one sense of life and death crisis that suddenly swept across the entire body of the southern barbarians.

Nanbanhou raised his chilly head and was looking at Ningfan cold-electric.

“Didn't you just say your lord wouldn't dare come... your lord is here! ”

Whoa!

Ning Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from the tip of the sword, and a feeling of heartbeat immediately spread across the entire body of the southern barbarians.

Nanbanhou doesn't know where he is. If Nanbanhou had done it to him, he would have died the first time, otherwise he would not have made such a chestnut fight!

South Barbarian Square Chaos: Crazy, this is a crazy man! How dare he kill himself in front of a hundred people!

Does he want to start the war on his own for the Giant Demon?

But even Ningfan's figure can't be seen...

Is this the difference between the two?

Nanbanhou was frightened without blood, and flew away in a hurry, begging for help from the nearest Red Demon Sect seat.

He understands that on his own, it is absolutely impossible to save his life!

“The Equator Friend saved me, and I would have given him a gift later! ”

“Fixing Mandarin?! ”

The Red Demon King, who was not on the right path with the South Barbarian Horse, once heard of such benefits, leapt forward and smiled to save the South Barbarian Horse.

He naturally saw Ningfan's questioning vain, and heard a little about Ningfan's murderous name, but he was also questioning vain. Will he fear Ningfan, who is also 'questioning vain’?

He glanced so fast, but just halfway there, his eyes suddenly shocked.

But on the retreat of the southern barbarians, Ning Fan's figure appeared as if he were a ghost. He took a palm shot.

Seems like a flat palm, but with the fierce force of mountain reclamation, it is completely comparable to the bodily repair of the third realm of the gold body, no voyeur can resist!

Nanbanhou was shocked, but could not escape the palm shadow. He was shot alive.

Boom!

Only one palm, 100,000 miles of void crushed, demonic atmosphere, while the southern barbarians have no bones left, die without meditation!

He can't believe it until he dies. He will be killed by Ningfan!

“How, how is that possible?! Even if this man were to ask a false monk, he would never have shot the void at will! ”

The Red Demon King realized it was bad and wanted to return to his seat, but it was too late.

Rather than staring at the killer, he had already been locked out.

“Wanna go? Late!”

As soon as his hand was raised, he carried out the art of setting the sky, and countless lines of blood immediately dissipated from the Red Demon King, setting it above the long sky.

Taking the cultivation of the two as the gap, the Red Demon King was settled, and it was completely immobile!

“What kind of spell is this?! Ah!”

The Red Demon King had not yet had time to react. He had seen Ningfan ghost figure appearing in front of him. He raised his hand and slapped the Red Demon King's Heavenly Spirit. He wanted his entire flesh to slap into a flesh and blood mist.

As for the Yuan Gods of the Red Demon King, they were captured by Ningfan with his bare hands. They didn't even need to search their souls. They swallowed them into their bellies and chewed them alive.

Shh!

Millions of brothers in the room, breathe in cold air, and their hearts tremble.

Between the moments of Ningfan's appearance, he actually chopped two voids?!

King Lanling's eyes shocked again, even if he killed the Red Demon King and the Southern Barbarian Horse, it would never be as easy as Ningfan's!

“Impossible! Is this sub-district ant stronger than this king?! ”

Suddenly, the Jade Taiwan rang from one side to the other, sounding the scorn of those who purified the mighty.

“Daredevil, kill in front of my hundreds, and die! ”

In a giant cage, the wind and snow that helplessly sat on his knees, when he saw his father not dead, he saw Ningfan appear again, and suddenly his nose was sour, and tears fell, and his heart moved silently.

“Brother-in-law...”

He did come, not hesitating to come, even against the Hundred Powers.

“Why are you crying? With brother-in-law, no one can hurt you. ”

Boom!

Ningfan raised his hand and smashed a huge cage. He held the snow and wind with one hand and stood on his feet. He looked cold at the hundreds of strong men under his feet.

“My lord, who dares to fight me! ”