Heavenly Star

The strength of the sword made Flame dare not use the power of the flaming soul to fight hard. Even though the sword quickly made him want to fight hard, he couldn't even lift full strength. In his eyes, the blue meteor of the line was out of date. He had no time to think. He had a heavy foot and a wolf jumped far behind him. Finally, he avoided the sword perfectly. However, due to too much haste, he did not stand steady when he landed, but swayed a few steps back.

Psst!

Sparks splashed and swords fell straight down like falling meteors, completely out of that hard, purportedly divinely sheltered rock, no more movement.

In the distance, Chu's astonished hands also began to weaken.

Still some uncertain flames are taking a deep breath, quickly rushing towards Chu Zhuang, who has lost his sword, several breathing rooms have approached him, the scorching air waves to his full body cover. Chu was shocked and fearless, his eyebrows sank, and his fists also came out together, colliding firmly with flaming double fists. This is a pure power match with no fancy and speculative tricks. And these two people, one of whom is more than seventy years old and has 50 or 60 years of intense power, are a young man in the early twenties, and the result is… will there really be a second?

A loud boulder burst, the stiff rock beneath the feet of two people suddenly appeared fine tortoise, Chu shocked and flames were also shocked out in the collision of forces, it was evenly divided the fall color, nobody took any advantage... at least on the surface.

The shock in the hearts of the strong cannot be added. When the cold cliff appeared, they thought they saw an incredible talent, but this truly amazing, like a hammer in their hearts, let them know what a true genius is.

The two men flew backwards at the same time, and Chu was shocked by the force and breath that had become chaotic in the collision earlier. His right hand reached out and suddenly turned his wrist... He did not use his full strength just now, but retained the strength of two swords.

And the flame is positive, a full blow, the forward force is exhausted, it is difficult to create a rear force in the middle of the sky, can only let the body fly backwards, waiting to land. At this moment, he suddenly feels a constantly approaching danger. By the time he senses the source of the danger, the harsh cold wind has approached his rear heart, the next second, he can pass through the body...

When the sword suddenly fired from the ground towards the flaming body, close to a hundred eyes widened simultaneously, and the other three elders of the North Emperor suddenly stood up from the ground, but even though it was too late to save them. How the people present do not realize, this is Chu Zhuangtian still retained some power to defend the sword in the face of the full force of the flame, it is not only a confidence, but also a wisdom... the pure internal force collision just now, not flat, but flame is losing.

This young man, with his sword on his back, most likely descended from the Sword God, struck them again and again with great shock. Some of the strong who have come to participate in this Celestial Martial Arts Congress with full confidence do not know whether to be ashamed or comforted at this time.

With the sword coming with the laser on his back, the flames are really on the line at the moment. Kung Royal, that decades of experience in responding to enemies saved him again, he reached out his left hand backwards as quickly as possible to face the sword wind of the sting. Suddenly, the sword stabbed him straight into his palm, and it was with this slight backlash that the flame tried to twist, and his body rolled around in the air to the right...

With a thud, the sword pierced Yan Zheng's left hand and followed his body to the sky, carrying scattered blood stars. The flames were falling on the ground, lifting the left palm of a transparent hole, and the whole body was trembling with that unbearable pain. And his left waist, his clothes were cut with a long mouth, just a few more points to hurt the flesh.

He knew that he had defeated himself, and that the elder commander of the Taoist Emperor was actually defeated by less than half of his youth. And without his personal acceptance of this failure, it is a great blow to the image of the supremacy, inviolability and victory of the Northern Emperor.

Then, even if he admits to surrendering now, it won't be over. A man of pure goodness and kindness touched a strong killing heart, and the other must have violated his great taboo, which is indefinite. At that time, Chu was amazed, and he already cared whether it was a race or not, or a martial arts congress.

“Sword Divine Art - Seven Seals and Seven Kills! ”

The low voice overflowed from the mouth of Chu shocked, and the sword fell from the sky again... Unlike the straight stab of “Feilong Wrath Roll”, unlike the vertical and horizontal stab of “Heavenly Path Ambiguous”, the word "Seven Seven Kills” lies in the orderly and ruled "mess”, in the direction of seemingly confused sword siege blockade target, and the stitched needle burst, once entwined by “Seven Seals Seven Kills”, it will be difficult to disengage, can only do the best to avoid and resist, there is no chance of counterattack.

If Chu is stunned by the cold cliff at this time, and even he can't get rid of the entanglement of the "Seven Seals and Seven Kills," he will immediately flee 100 meters away at his fastest speed. There is a distance that Chu is stunned by the sword, then quietly return with his ability to conceal the breath, and find a chance to give Chu a stunned fight. The wound on Chu Zhuang Tian's body was caused by this. Therefore, although his strength is far beyond the cold cliff, if he is to truly fight for his life, and not face the war, it is more likely that Chu Zhuang Tian will die from the cold cliff hand.

As soon as the "Seven Blocks of Seven Kills" came out, his eyes were shaking right in front of him, his front, back, left and right were all shaken blue swordshadows, and his body was cut with a slight whistling sound. The left hand was pierced, the flame of the heavily distracted god under the pain was already subconsciously generating fear of the blue sword shadow, afraid to resist, fast step back, but just one step back, the sword shadow on the front, left and right disappeared at the same time, and suddenly a cold appeared behind him, he was shocked, suddenly short, that horrible blue light was almost attached to his scalp, with a cold wind rubbed over him, making him sweat cold. He didn't bite his teeth to feel the severe pain coming from his left hand. He tried to concentrate his mind to cope with the sword shadow in front of him. In his heart, he even had the idea of exclaiming defeat to get rid of it.

In Chu's amazing hands, his body was imperfect. He was forced back by his sword at first hand, and now it is a luxury to be entwined by the sword even close to Chu's amazing body. He has fought with many Kendo masters all his life, some of whom are capable of swords, but to this day, he knows what a true sword is. The sword turns out to be so terrible, regardless of its power and ability to hold it, he is powerless, gradually regressing and fearful.

…… there is an extra blood trough above the flaming right arm.

…… the positive posterior neck is scratched, slowly infiltrating the blood.

…… add another wound to the right leg.

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The other three elders of the North Emperor Sect were blackened, but they endured silence and did not move. Fixing as the supreme president collapsed under the hands of a young man, they had already felt like they had lost face, if they shouted or stopped... wouldn't they be a laughingstock!

As guides and witnesses to this competition, they joined the competition only to unravel the beginning of the competition and did not intend to continue to win… but they should not be so defeated by an untold young man. This is an unexpected and unacceptable variable.

Flame has been devastated, but he is doomed not to confess… because he has just devastated this man's companion with a heavy hand and says that life and death in the race are normal. But Chu obviously hated him, completely disregarded whether he was a North Emperor or not, anyone could see that he wanted to put flames on the ground. Flames are dying, but they cannot admit to losing and surrendering to discredit the Northern Emperor for millions of years.

Masters on the field, in shock, looked at the flames that had been entwined by the dancing sword. His left hand was seriously injured. He had no time to pay attention to it and continued to spill blood. More than a dozen newly added blood troughs are all over his body, and his movements are clearly starting to slow down. Yet the sword sword swept without any sign of diminution, interwoven with an eye-catching sword shadow, occasionally leaving a blood trough on him.

Hurrah!!

The sound of a split piece of leather, in the shadow of a sword, a blue light again burst out, unlike previous attempts to cut his neck, this time from the square flaming straight to the right heart position, even increasing significantly in degrees. The flame was flashing to his side, but his body's flexibility and sense of reaction was out of the ordinary at this time. Although he avoided the point, his shoulders were still directly penetrated by a sword, coming in front, coming out back, crushing his blades, and wearing a clear cool.

And the flame that endured tremendous pain was also at this instant lightning bolted out his right hand, dead grabbed on the handle of the sword, held it in his own hand, a grunt, pulled the sword out of his shoulder, clothes on his shoulder instantly stained red with blood.

The sword was seized, Chu Fengtian did not see any panic. His eyebrows sank and his hands waved simultaneously.

A heavy, mountainous force came from the hands of flaming men, pulling his sword in his hands. Fire is enduring severe pain, concentrating all power in the right hand, not allowing the sword to escape from its own control, at the same time quickly holding the sword towards Chu Cang.

Chu shocked that a fine bead of sweat has appeared on his head. His sword was heavily damaged at the time. This is common sense in the practice world. He stretched out his hands and instilled all his strength in the sword in an empty space, leaving no more power: “Sword divine trick - Sword whistle silent! ”

Phew!!

Blu-rays burst above the sword, and a slight sword burst, creating an extremely astonishing energy explosion. The flaming body was suddenly blown away, and the original intact right hand became fleshly blurred, and the sword broke away from his grip. One is the Empty Sword, and the other is holding the sword in his hand with full force and firmness. The former is so difficult and draining, I don't know how many times the latter, the flame is still failing. In Chu's astonishing hands, he lost completely.

Chu shocked that there was no sign of quitting, the sword swept up under his control, quietly suspended in the air, quiet, somehow came from the amazing sword like a raging wind wild surge, covering the entire cliff of the sunset, to change the color of all these masters.

“Sword Divine Array - Silent Death Light!! ”

He had no extra words, no extra anger and expression, but his actions showed everyone how serious he wanted him to die.

Dozens and hundreds of blue swordshadows were illusioned by the swords in the sky. However, these swordshadows were not simply illusions, but all of them unleashed the cold and chestnut sharp swords. Their strength and profitability made the masters who stood on Mount Devil tremble with horror. One of them is still so, if it's all just one person...

And these amazingly lucrative shadows, all of which lock only one person... the flames are like hundreds of sharp blades against the throat at at the same time, when these hundreds of shadows appear, he smells death.

Back then, the sword god Chucang summoned the infinite sword shadow of heaven with this "silent light of death" in the "Sword Divine Array”, covered the earth with the breath of death, and scared off the hundreds of thousands of troops under the city of the Great Wind National Soldier. And this horrible trick appeared in front of them, making them feel the endless shock and fear felt by the wind * * that year. Although this cannot be compared to Chu Cang's sword and shadow, he is only in his twenties this year!

No one doubts that the flames that have been severely traumatized are not blocking the ability to strike... but if he really kills Flaming Zheng, it would be tantamount to completely annoying the North Emperor, which would be a terrible situation for this Genius of Kendo.

“Turns out this big fool is so powerful.” The flaming bow stared blacker and brighter at the sky covered by the shadow without blinking, and the pink lips exaggerated.

“I thought I was able to give him a full seven, seven, eight, and now I know that I still underestimate him. His profound power, not only beneath me, but also on the swordwalk, is not surprising. I don't know what kind of realm the Sword God is in today, but with his performance today, it won't be long before he is the next Sword God. I have the blood of the North Emperor, but I can only worship the wind. He is not amazing, seemingly indefinite, but he is a true genius.” Flaming Bowlow also looked at the sky and felt the amazing momentum, with a very low voice channel.

The three elderly people who were coming with Yan Zheng can no longer sit down. They can't help but want to rush forward. The only person with a flat face is Yan and Evening Ming. He lowered his voice: “Don't forget the rules of the Heavenly Celestial Martial Arts Congress. ”

The three old men heard the rumors, which contained their emotions and held their fists tight.

There must be a reason for this. If the flames do not destroy the cold cliff, this duel will only be defeated by Chu Zhuangtian. How can Chu Zhuangtian have a heart attack on him? And even now, despite North Emperor's face to admit defeat, Chu Zhuangtian will still try to kill him. Because he ruined his partner!

The flames are now almost a blood man, and the wounds on one road collapse again under an invisible lockout. His body fell to the ground and, under pressure, he had little strength to rise. He could only look at the shadow of the sickle of death with his constantly shrinking eyes.

Chu Zhuangtian's arms sank, the sword shadow slightly moved, all leaning in the direction of the flame, and the wind and clouds changed. As long as these swordshadows fall, the flames will surely leave no remains... quiet, no one will make a sound, no one will come forward to stop them, open their eyes with all sorts of complex eyes...

“... give... him... to me..."

A cold, low voice containing endless resentment, endless pain, and endless killing sounds slowly, like the whispering of a hell of a demon. The cold wind blew through, and people couldn't help but tremble, and from the wind, they smelled blood.

With the coming of the voice, an incredible wave of air swept in, and these powerful men, who had just been shocked by Chu's astonishing "silent death light", were once again horrified. Killer - Killer is invisible, but this killer, who doesn't know where it came from, makes them feel like they're being carved on their faces by a giant blade, or heavily pressed on their chests by a giant slate, and they can hardly breathe.

A flashing gaze turned to the edge of the cliff at the same time... the source of the sound.