Limitless Sword God

If Su Yunbeng did not want to say such a discouragement, it would not be easy for him to achieve such cruelty in reality and consume two people in such a short period of time. His strength was not as good as that of the other party.

Su Yun's only advantage is probably this sword box. Compared with other magic treasures, whether Holy King Battle Robe or Two-Moon Sword, it can no longer play much of a role.

Jihad didn't seem to want to get involved with Su Yun any more. He held the stick and stopped attacking Su Yun. Instead, he waved his hand suddenly and smashed it into the void. Long sticks adhere to the unique divine power of Jihad, striking the void, instantly shattering the space and spreading a large number of cracks.

Su Yun saw the symptoms and his heart beat in shock.

Amazing destructive power!! No weaker than the god of justice!

By means of jihad, I'm afraid within ten strikes, it's enough to break through the void and instantly swordbox.

“Su Yun! Quick!” Ling Qingyun also seemed to be in a hurry, hurrying to summon Su Yun.

Su Yun did not dare to be lazy, but immediately mentioned the sword flushing away. Although he did not have much immortality, he had no retreat at all. There was no choice. If Jihad was allowed to escape, not only would all previous efforts of Su Yun be wasted, even the Temple of Fuyun and the Great Linglong Palace would be exposed, surrounded by the Immortal Court. By then, Su Yun's strength could really be completely depleted, and his people would be beaten back to their original form.

So, at this juncture, Su Yun must not just let Jihad leave. Even if he risked his life, he would leave Jihad here.

Otherwise, so many people die for nothing, so many people struggle for nothing.

As his fierce swordsmanship swept around him, he watched a large number of swords again, as if they had been attracted by a magnet and had gone wild, and this magnet was Jihad.

Seeing Su Yun hasn't relented, Xintian Jihad was annoying. The flame in his eyes did not fade. He removed the giant form, but the stick in his hand was thrown away. He shouted out: “I won't hold hands any longer, you despicable man. Today, either you die, or I die!! ”

When the voice fell, the stick suddenly broke into seven truncations, but just broke, each truncated stick immediately became long, turned into a new long stick, the seven long sticks rose and circled, and finally floated around the jihad and turned into a stick array.

Jihad let go of the magic god in his hand and dragged him with anger, while his man closed his eyes, kneaded his hands and applied the method.

In front of those batons, there was a lot of golden yellow smell, and very quickly, these smells quickly hallucinated into human form at visible speeds, and eventually, they all turned out to be like jihad. When those swords fell, the jihadists were dancing with long sticks, and the swords could not be stabbed at all, all of them beaten by long sticks.

Su Yun saw and frowned.

The flying sword is hard to reach half an inch, so it can't hurt Jihad at all, let alone force him to do so much and consume so much energy.

Su Yun removed a Dan medicine from the space bag and swallowed it into the entrance, temporarily restoring the breath.

Fighting alone, the advantages of Holy Emperor Battle Gown will not be realized at all.

Jihad glanced at Su Yun coldly and saw the flying sword retreat. He stopped attacking him. Immediately, he changed his hand. The seven splinters held the gold stick and called again.

Su Yun tried to hide and had nowhere to hide.

Now, we have to fight hard.

He bit his teeth off, rushed past, and drove himself to the limit of speed and strength, beating hard at those splinters.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden stick of the shadow of the split body clashed with the sword of the moon, making a tingling sound, and the ripples that erupted during the collision were like a blooming flower.

Su Yun was fast, barely able to carry out the bombardment of the seven splinters, but obviously not enough power. Every time he endured it, the power on the two-moon sword would pass on to his arm. However, after receiving more than a hundred times, his arm had begun to numb. At 500 times, he felt dislocated, as if his arm was almost as if it were not his own. He was not tired of looking at Jihad.

If you continue like this, you will only be beaten to death by a club.

Su Yun bited his teeth in the dark, suddenly shouted, sacrificing the long-used Demonic Bone Spirit, the demonic Bone Spirit built with the body of the Longbone Spirit immediately appeared in this vast sword box world, now Su Yunxiu is not unprecedented, the energy in the Demonic Spirit Spirit is not small, but, if you manipulate the Demonic Spirit Spirit, you also need strength, Su Yun's strength is not much anymore, when you sacrifice it, even less, his back was bitten twice, his throat was sweet, there was already blood spilled, but he dared, rushed to stabilize his body, continue to resist the mess sticks on all sides, if at this time, just fear that the next second will become meat sauce.

After the appearance of Demonic Spirit, Su Yun gave some breath, although its current destructive power is no longer significant for Su Yun, but at this critical juncture, it still has some effect. Watch it drive a huge body, step on the sword table, go straight to the pilgrimage, and the amazing shape gives a sense of magnificence that is hard to describe in words.

Jihad stared wide at the giant and saw a fist blow over...

He can dodge, but once he moves, the manipulated split offense will immediately weaken a lot. Su Yun's condition is in his eyes. If he persists for a while, he will surely be able to beat Su Yun alive.

But... this flint room doesn't allow him to think anymore.

The spiritual fist like the mountain has been smashed, and although it is not very destructive, it still bombards Jihad. His body was like a broken kite, flying 10,000 meters forward and finally landing on a sword platform.

The attack of the seven spirits certainly weakened a lot. Su Yun took advantage of the momentum and retracted the spirit of the demon bone. He took a breath, directly smashed a spin and rushed out of the surrounding circle.

Jihad witnessed, rushed to reclaim, manipulated to chase Su Yun separately, but Su Yun did not flee, but rushed towards him.

That powerful two-moon sword is like a shuttle meteor.

It's a one-throw assault.

Jihad did not hide, so he continued to manipulate his body and stare at the killed Su Yun. He could see that this man was already at the end of the crossbow. Although the blow would injure him, he was confident that he could destroy Su Yun after the blow.

“It's arrogant and arrogant!!!! ”

Jihad snorted coldly, his whole body was magnified, and the seven spirits were glittering with brilliant golden light, like an angel.

Su Yun bit his teeth tightly, his eyes were red, his arms were swollen, and almost all the breath he could use converged on the two-moon sword. The sword's blade flashes like a cold moon. The ice was cold and cold. Even if he just glanced at it, it was also frightening and trembling.

Golden Light versus Cold Light!

Close!

Close!

Su Yun can already feel the threat of jihad.

Jihad can already feel the sharp sword around Su Yun.

The killing intentions of both sides have been intertwined, colliding with each other, squeezing each other, needle-sharpening each other, nobody lets anyone. At this time, it is not only the cultivation, the struggle in the realm, but also the momentum, the struggle in the soul, the weakness, the disadvantage, the strength, the advantages.

After a breath, both sides are right in front of each other and they can feel each other breathing!!

Jihad didn't hide.

Su Yun didn't hide either.

eventually...

Puchi!

Sword Qi ripped the flesh out of the voice.

Jihad's chest was pierced.

At the same time, the seven spirits jumped together, which was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. Seven golden sticks were brutally smashed into Su Yun's head.

The void is all messed up by these seven sticks.

Mujahedin, though pierced in the chest, seemed to feel no pain. Instead, the corner of his mouth laughed and murmured: “It's over...”

Su Yun's face tightened and immediately tried to provoke the rest of the immortality, tearing him apart from the inside of Jihad's body, but... as soon as the breath provoked, the killing breath poured from behind him. No!! Time is running out!!

At this time, he decisively untied the handle of his sword and tried to escape.

But between the flint flints, the jihad suddenly reached out and grabbed his arms, not letting him escape!!

Oh, shit!

Su Yun called it bad!! My heart is cold.

Is it really over?

The stick has begun to squeeze his head.

The seven sticks, I'm afraid, didn't have to be knocked on his head enough to crush his head.

Outrageous!! After all, he was careless. He thought that he would be able to disrupt Jihad's splinter body by hitting Jihad. Never thought he would be affected at all. He ate this blow raw.

I lost.

Su Yun closed his heart...

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!

At this point, a bursting sound sufficient to shatter the eardrum shook the soul suddenly sounded.

Su Yun stunned, the explosion seemed to bloom in his ear, buzzing in his ear. Then, a subtle force surrounded his body. In a moment, he had a feeling that his body had been emptied. Jihad gave him the oppression to disappear instantly, and the killing intent and bravery were also left in the moment.

What happened?

Su Yun's heart trembled, and this sudden change made his acute senses completely inappropriate. However, when he turned his gaze towards the mujahideen in front of him, the sight completely shocked him...

Watch the jihad at this moment, the chest was blown out of a huge hole, completely pierced, and his body, above and below, was covered by a stripe of blood, the qi was all smashed, the immortality supporting the split was directly interrupted, the split disappeared.

Jihad stayed where he was, in a pinched position, but his anger was rapidly extinguishing, his pupils staring hugely, his blood spilling from the corner of his eyes, his mouth slightly widening, and his facial muscles twitching. His gut can be seen very clearly. Su Yun saw that all the pulses in his body had subsided. This blow almost completely abolished Jihad!!

He couldn't believe it at all.

Su Yun doesn't know. At this moment, his expression is the same as that of Jihad...

What's the matter with this?

He twisted his head blindly and saw Ling Qingyu standing behind him sometime...

A pair of eyes, cold and gentle looking ahead...