Limitless Sword God

Though the Imprinted Sword is of low grade, the surface layer of the sword is surrounded by several spiritual essence and surprisingly sharp. At this moment, it is like a lethal artifact.

However, this grandson's magic is not universal. When the stamp sword was about to be cut open at the waist, he quickly grabbed a bunch of gold powder from the storage ring that was separated between his waists and sprinkled it directly to Su Yun!

The moment it was thrown into Su Yun, the gold powder glowed.

dāng dāng dāng...

After the golden powder flooded, a grain weighed up to kilograms and was incredibly hard. The stamped sword was directly blocked by these golden powders. The rest of the golden powder fell on Su Yun's body, like a small mountain bag hit him. It weighed amazingly. Su Yun's entire population was instantly bombarded.

“What do you think? I taste good, don't I? ”

Sun Zhimi's mouth laughed, suddenly mentioned his breath, his body did not fall. Instead, he continued to soar into the air, thousands of meters high, and then people fell again. After approaching the ground, he burst out his fists and bombarded Su Yun wildly.

“Tyrannical God Fist! ”

Sun Zhimi roared. The iron fist made a huge fist print and bombarded the ground indiscriminately.

After just experiencing a terrible wave of land, he was again caught in a storm, the ground was broken by mad fists, and the audience around him retreated unevenly. Even notaries and referees had to leave the fighting area. Only those four guardians of Qinchuan, stationed in the four directions of the platform, remained like statues, motionless, from the beginning to the end, were subjected to the assassination of two contestants.

The name of Tianweimen does not say that no one dares to underestimate the southern region, even in the northern continent. However, in recent years, Tianweimen has acted with low profile, most gatekeepers are deeply simplified and rarely operate on the mainland. This is only slowly faded by people, but fading does not mean that they dare to underestimate. Unlike other gatekeepers, Tianwei Gate majors in one of the Spiritual Properties. They combine the powers of the Spiritual Properties of all kinds, and even many people have never heard of the Spiritual Properties. The experts in the door are as good as the clouds, there are many Pharaoh, and their strength is very strong.

Although Su Yun doesn't know much about Tianweimen, he understands that solving the threat of Tianweimen is many times more difficult than solving the threat of the Su family.

It's useless to think about it now.

Su Yun froze his eyes and lifted his swords over his head. He began to spin wildly. The swords spun like a fan quickly, forming a round sword shield to resist this broken iron fist mark.

Sun Miao fell from the sky and burst into the sword shield.

This fist, I don't know how powerful it is, the fist is not close to the sword shield, the invisible pressure has approached, the whole floor is more than a meter deep, presenting a huge fist shape.

“Die! No clouds!” Sun Zhiwei drinks low.

But in the meantime, the sword shield suddenly disappeared.

At first glance, Su Yun instantly removed both swords! Stop the defense.

“What?”

Sun Zhiwei glanced at him and was surprised.

Not to mention him. The countless audiences around him were also amazed. Even more people stood up directly and watched this incredible scene.

Abandon defensive posture? Do you want to die

What does Su Yun do?

A strange problem arises in the minds of countless people.

But soon, people had answers.

Just look at Su Yun suddenly throw away his swords, reach out and grab Sun's wonderful iron fist.

Sun Zhiju was furious: “You think you caught my fist? ”

The sound went down and added strength.

However, Su Yun turned a blind eye. At that moment, the powerful, almost indescribable force on the iron fist spread across Su Yun like current.

“Look at me tear you apart!” Sun Zhiwei roared so hard, this moment is a complete struggle.

But at this moment, there was a sharp blade running down the side.

Sun Zhiwei looked to his side. It was the sealed sword that Su Yun had previously loosened. His blade blade pointed directly at this end and flew straight to him.

“What?”

Sun Zhi was stunned.

Down the stairs!

“Sword art? Is this the sword art of the Sword Sect? ”

“What's going on? Why is the Sword Emperor of the Sword Pie without Clouds? Is he a swordsman? ”

“Who says swordsmanship is a swordsman? When many of the disciples of the Divine Sword Faction go out, they will always have to teach their friends and family the excellence of this door. Without clouds, they may have learned the Divine Sword Faction, but it is not necessarily the Divine Sword Faction. Besides, Tianwu mainland is so big, the swordsmanship is not unique to the Divine Sword Faction! It's just that they're bigger, and the swordsmanship is stronger than any other faction. ”

“So that's how it is. ”

Some viewers looked over at the dragon fairy, seemed to want to see the dragon fairy reaction, but were disappointed that the veiled dragon fairy did not move much, as if they had not seen Su Yun's behavior.

On the stage, this flying sword was abnormally sudden. Sun Zhiming had no idea. Perhaps he never thought that Su Yun would actually make the sword art.

Puchi.

He ate a sword in the back and the whole man fell to the ground.

Su Yun, who grabbed his iron fist, dragged Sun Jiao up on the ground and fell to the ground in a vicious manner.

Knock!

Sun Miao's body smashed to the ground, and the earth that was already torn apart rose again, saying that the land beneath Sun Miao was even more crushed.

“Hmm…”

Sun Miao spit out a breath of blood, never expected this person to be so powerful.

Psst...

The stamp sword strikes again, beheading Sun Miao, looking at his power, seems to have taken Sun Miao's life!

“You little brat, a little strong! ”

Sun Zhiqiao dared not take it lightly any more. He tried to push out all his potential. He shouted. With his strength, he burst into Su Yun, then hurriedly avoided, stabbing his sword on the ground.

“Spike God Fist! ”

Sun Zhimi's two fists continue to hammer the ground.

Under Su Yun's feet, the earth trembled and then suddenly split apart, a sharp, elongated stab came out and hit him directly in the foot.

Su Yun immediately flew away.

At the foot of the earth, a sharp thorn continues to emerge, more than two meters long, sharp, winking kung fu, and the entire area of the fight has been covered by a spike.

Su Yun took a breath and swept down with the dead sword.

Whoosh

The sword exploded and swung past, flattening all the ground spikes.

The man finally landed safely.

It was just for a while, Sun Zhimi started the killing move again.

Then he took a dark yellow key out of the storage ring, held it in his hand, raised his head over it, closed his eyes and quickly said something.

The mantra seems cumbersome and overwhelming. Seeing Sun Zhiwei's move, Su Yun also instantly understood that the 'Spike Fist' he had previously launched was only to buy time for himself.

“Win! ”

The man under the stage who Sun Miao called his brother saw this scene and said softly.

“Win? What won? ”

The neighbors heard him mumble, all full of fog.

But looking at this, Sun Miao's eyes suddenly emitted a yellow light, and the key in his hand turned golden yellow. He lifted the key and threw it towards the sky, and immediately threw it into the air.

“Cloudless, you've lost. ”

Sun Zhi narrowed his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

“Lose?”

whoosh!

The key didn't roll into the sky, disappeared and disappeared, but almost immediately it disappeared. The sky burst open and a sharp halo fell from the sky, hitting Su Yun's body directly.

At the same time, a huge key of light with a height of more than 10 feet fell. He smashed it behind Su Yun and looked at the key of light gently.

Kacha.

At that moment, Su Yun felt that his entire body had been fixed, and no matter how he acted, he could not escape it.

“The key to destiny! ”

Someone stood up under the stage, shocked and shocked.

“Heavenly Father's Heritage Treasure! Once deployed, lock the opponent thoroughly, preventing them from doing anything! God, how did this get into Sun Miao's hands? ”

“How could he have such a treasure? ”

“Terrible! ”

The buzzing continued, and Ben Silence's scene was completely ignited and boiled by Sun Miao's trick.

“Hahahaha...” Sun Zhihaha laughed. He glanced around and said proudly: “Don't you know that? Father of God is my godfather! This is what he passed on to me! ”

Voice down, he turned his gaze and looked at Su Yun, walking step by step.

Those eyes were narrow with yellow light.

“Cloudless, what did I just say? I told you, I'll kill you! ”

Sun Zhiqiao smiled softly, his eyes flashed with a glimmer of disdain and ridicule: “Now, let me keep my promise. ”

As soon as the voice drops, Sun Zhimi will make a killing move.

“Did you really lock me up?” At this point, a low voice rose.

Sun Zhi's move was stiff: “Why? Can you still move? In front of the spoon of Heaven's destiny, there is no such thing as spiritual spirit. Even spiritual master Xuanyang can only be locked to death! ”

But Sun Miao's words had just fallen. Su Yun's arms shook for a moment.

His muscles clapped up between his arms, and his chest was filled with rhymes, as if something had been triggered.

21685; …

At this time, Su Yun's arm suddenly moved apart and directly broke the lock of the spoon of destiny. Almost at the moment of his movement, a crack was cracked on the spoon of destiny.

“What? This is impossible! ”

Sun Miao's smiling face instantly stalled, replacing it with full of fear and unbelievability.

“Hmm?”

The same goes for the brother under the stage, countless people stare at the scene.

How is this possible? A spirit exists and forcibly unlocks the keys to destiny?

People's hearts were full of suspicion, but no one knew. Su Yun, held by the power of King God, was not completely locked up by this spoon of destiny.

He broke the lock, walked step by step to his grandson, his eyes murderous.

“It's not true! ”

Sun Zhi's face was pale, people couldn't help taking a step back, his face was unusually ugly and his expression was wonderful.

Su Yun was polite, and a punch had been fired.

Sun Miao subconsciously raised his hand and took Su Yun's fist. His brain was so chaotic, he didn't think much of it, but with all his strength, he wasn't bluffing.

It's just that this hand just lifted up and immediately rang his brother's roar under the stage.

“Wonderful! Careful!”

Sun Zhiqiao stunned: “What? ”

Whoosh!

A cold light rushed from the side, lightning through Sun Miao's arms...

Puchi.

Blood spilled all over the ring.

It's that stamped sword...