Legend of the Great Saint

“It's over! ”

Zhoutong couldn't help but hold his breath. His blood seemed to be clotting. King Flying Locust wanted to kill them as easily as a palm, just one breathing kung fu.

However, those cold, heartless eyes just swept him, fanning his wings down and draining the clouds between black and white.

Zhou Tong resumed his breathing and wondered: “Why is King Flying Locust so desperate! ”

Invisibly saw the broad and dead yellow back of the flying locust king, stamped with a rugged demon totem, the demonic energy filled with Sensen magic, regardless of the cause and effect, bite the tip of the tongue, a bite of blood sprayed on the sword of Thunder, breaking away at the fastest speed.

“Flying Locust King!” The Second Old Man shouted, how did he get here?

The Hidden Sword Peak is the core of the Heavenly and Earth Sword Array. On the one hand, it can suppress the Abandoned Sword of the Immortal, and on the other hand, it can draw its power against foreign enemies. It was designed with great ingenuity. However, the Heavenly Elder abandoned the Sword in order to refine the Immortal Sword, and the Soul of the Abandoned Sword of the Immortal is in a stalemate, but the Heavenly and Earth Sword Array has lost its core.

King Flying Locust easily broke through the sword array, vibrating his wings, hovering over the Hidden Sword Palace and arraying the wind and rain.

"" You're such a slow bug, "exclaimed the Fairy Sword Soul.“ I've wasted so much energy controlling the timing! ”

“Shut up, do you want to stay trapped here?” King Flying Locust roared.

“Do you want to carry hatred forever? You impotent little bug need my strength, so no matter how I humiliate you, you will endure it, because this humiliation is so insignificant compared to true hatred! But we're all trapped, and I can't help but have a little sympathy for you, too. Come on, let me go, let the world pay! ”

Once the flying locust bit his teeth, if he had to, he would never release the sword. At this time, however, the figure of King Golden Cicada's ferry came through countless double-eyed, hundreds of millions of images overlapped, roaring: “Golden Cicada! ”

The wind from the wings uprooted countless trees and tore the sky apart with a raging thunderbolt.

“Brother, stop him. Without a herd of bugs to protect him, his strength is not much better than that of an ordinary demon king!” The Elder Dao.

“Sword trick! ”

The elder of the ground pinched his sword and stared at the King of Flying Locusts. Thousands of swordlights appeared beside him, and the momentum was ready.

“Get out!”

The king of flying locusts roared, his body burst into a rolling magic, his huge body became bigger and bigger, his yellow body stained with a layer of pitch-black color, a single bone protruding, more and more violent.

Flashing his wings, he did not rush toward the elders of the ground. Instead, he jumped toward the nearest chain, his mouthpiece bite hard, and the chain split the majority.

“Brother, come on!” The Heavenly Elder hurried, and this is the true horror compared to flying the locust king.

The elder of the land did not make a move, the sword light around him gradually spread away, his face thickened to the elder of the Tibetan sword: “Brother, you have lost your bet! ”

If you want him to fight the King of Flying Locusts, you can barely try. But it's impossible for him to stop the flying locust king from biting the chain and destroying the sword array.

“Help me!” The elder of heaven reached out his hand, and the sword of the elder of earth, who did not return, broke into thin air.

The sharp mouthpiece of King Flying Locust bites hard, a chain is broken, the smooth beating on the heavenly peak, countless buildings are turned into ruins and fragments are scattered.

Collapse! Collapse!

A broken chain, like a wild dance of tentacles, punched the mountain peak that had locked it up.

The heavens and earth swords sway, all swords on the Tibetan sword peak start to tremble, and deeper in the Tibetan sword peak, a strange and mysterious sound diffuses, causing all swords in the Tibetan sword palace to tremble.

Between the turns, there is only one chain left on the top of the sky, straight to the clouds.

“Well, there's one last thing, and your mission is done!” Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul Way.

“This one, you get away with it!” The locust king turned and flew with his wings.

“Wow, that's clever!” The Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul turned to Heavenly Elder: “Now, it's just you and me. Don't refine me, come on!” A mad sword rushes into the sea of knowledge of the elders, destroying and decaying, unstoppable.

“Stop, let me go, or I'll blow myself up!” The elders drank.

“You mean, you want me to be gentle? Don't worry, I'll be gentle!” The fairy abandoned sword's soul slowly, the insane sword intent suddenly disappeared.

The elder was not relieved, and the vanishing sword suddenly erupted. He didn't know how to dive into his sea of knowledge. He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes and ears and nose shooting brilliant swordlight, his extremities stretched to the extreme, and his robe was filled with sword.

“However, I still like violence a little bit. Unfortunately, this body is too fragile to compare to that Li Qingshan. Feel free to quench it!” Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul Way.

For a moment, the thunder gathered on the Peak of the Tibetan Sword and the Elder.

Heavenly Elder's consciousness is like a candle in the wind, it will be extinguished at any moment, wanting to blow up the sword and baby, is already delusional, the corner of his eyes swept through a lonely peak, suddenly recalling that a thousand years ago, someone said to him:

“God, getting a famous sword is not all luck, an iron sword, mortals can hold it, and a famous sword is much more dangerous... remember, the sword is not a friend, not a lover, cold and heartless, hold the handle firmly, or you will be wounded by the sword! ”

That was his original master, who taught him the most basic swordplay, and when he had survived the heavenly robbery and pulled out his famous sword, he was not qualified to teach him, and finally gave him the words, which were already vague.

He never took it to heart. An old man who had never survived a second day of robbery in his life was qualified to teach his famous sword heir. Instead, he felt that such fear would only affect practice.

“Me, wrong? ”

“No, you're not wrong. You're just not strong enough!” The Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul replied.

Heavenly Elder can no longer hear, consciousness is a raging twisted sword intention completely extinguished, the sword light emitted from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose slowly converged, the expression gradually twisted, the temperament changed greatly, full of good breath, large sleeves waved.

With a glimmer of sword, the last chain was silently split, and even the wind and rain were cut apart, and the sun shed a million golden rays, but not as brilliant as that sword.

Ten thousand swords of Tibetan sword peak sounded, Tibetan sword peak fell like a broken kite, straight into Tibetan sword pavilion.

Boom!

The gate of the Tibetan Sword Palace collapsed, and the Tibetan Sword Peak twisted, like a raw crowd into the door, disappeared.

At this time, the elders of the sword master awakened. Instead, many of the magic thoughts in their hearts faded away. The demons were used to control the human heart. At last, they could not last. They looked at the fierce sight of the Hidden Sword Palace and had not yet returned to God from fear.

In a round of daylight, the Tibetan sword peak slowly rises again, together with the entire heavenly and earthly sword realm.