Super God Gene

“How is that possible? Didn't he practice swordsmanship for a year?” The old man looked with horror to the Lord of the heavens sitting at the top.

The heavenly lord looked at the little Zixia on the light screen in front of God and sighed for a long time: “Dong Cai is indeed a thousand ancient Dao Meng genius. ”

The old man is weird, but he doesn't know what to say.

Though not a pure sword, the one-dollar sword is a top genetic technique within the Taoist palace, created by the progenitors of Taoism.

Everything in the heavens and the earth comes together, two, two, three, three, everything in life. One yuan begins again and endlessly.

It can be said that the whole Innocence Palace inheritance starts with one dollar. Any genetic species of attribute can practice one dollar. The practice of sword means one dollar sword, and the practice of sword means one dollar sword.

Any disciple of the Misdemeanor Palace can learn the meaning of a dollar, but there are very few among the Misdemeanor Palaces who can truly practice the unexpected.

Even the Catholic Patriarch, after thirty years of painstaking, realized the intention of a dollar and entered the gates of the avenue.

Zhuodong practiced swordsmanship for only one year, and practiced one-yuan swordsmanship. These talents are appalling and unbelievable.

Hanson saw the little Zixia on Zhuodong's fingertips, but his eyes were bright and bright.

Imperial Great Universe is really rare to cultivate the mastery of its own environment, Zhuodong's swordsmanship alone is far above Yan Beifei, so it makes Hanson feel a little itchy.

Hanson also had his finger upright as a sword, remotely opposite the fingertips of that Zhuodong.

The sword has not moved, but the sword has broken through the ninth night.

Between moments, all the spectators felt only two unmatched swords rushed up overnight. Although they did not see the sword shadow, it only made people feel cold. As if a terrible sword blade had pierced them, they had to take a few steps back.

After the reaction came to mind, the sword was only inside the starry battlefield, and it was impossible to hurt them at all.

“What a sword!” Yan Beifei changed colors.

Even he has changed color, let alone others, the general imperial power, has long looked at the gaze.

Hanson and Zhuodong came to move at the same time, walked at will, instantly the room reached a place, only two people's arms waved, swords crossed, although there was no power to destroy the heavens and the earth, not even hurt anything, but it gave people the feeling of thousands of army horses severely tearing, just watching them fight, makes people hot blood boil, hate can not rush up to tear up, sprinkle a piece of hot blood on the yellow sand.

“Today we know what a true sword path is.” A nobleman studying swords sighed.

Human beings in the Imperial Great Universe are too much in pursuit of power and lack their own understanding of power. Today, Hanson and Zhuodong come here in a unique battle to open their eyes.

One of the two seemed normal, without the power to destroy the mountain river, without the brilliance of sight, but the sword heart, even as a spectator, the heart is cold.

“Learn the sword in the spring and autumn of the fiftieth year, and watch this battle before you know what the sword is.” Inside Dongling Sword Palace, an elder whitewasher sighed.

Hanson was also excited about the war, and he came to the great universe of the Empire for so long that he met a true master today.

Strength is ultimately only an external force. Only one's own understanding and will is a strong person's fundamental. The one Hanson recognizes is as strong as this. He has his own strong will and conviction, not just strong power.

Hanson fought Zhuodong by waving out his previously learned swordplay.

Zhuodong is sure to only come with that purple gas, repeated use, but infinite change and wonderful use.

One yuansheng two instruments, two students four elephants, four elephants eight gossip, can practice a sword method to this level, Zhuodong has obviously gained the Avenue of Enlightenment, is a swordsman who can compete with the lone bamboo.

Unlike Lonely Bamboo, Zhuodong's swordsmanship is bright and magnificent. It gives a sense of righteousness. His people and his sword give hope, not destruction.

Suddenly, Hanson flashed back and left the ring.

“Why do you want to die?” Hanson frowned and looked at Zhuodong and asked.

Zhuodong pushed the sword law layer and pushed the battle to the climax, but at that climax, there was no triumphant heart, and Hanson could feel that he was walking towards death.

Zhuodong smiled soberly: “I owe someone's life, and now they want it back, so I have to pay it back. To die under the swordsmanship of such a man as you will not be worthy of this life. ”

“Do you owe your life to pay it back?” Hanson frowned.

“Not bad, without him, not today's Zhuodong came.” Zhuodong nodded.

“Well, then let go of your power and fight me, I just want to kill the strongest swordsman, not a dead man.” Hansen said, the blood dragon pulse erupted completely, and the blood dragon almost condensed into the substance, wrapped around Hansen like a blood dragon.

“Okay.” Zhuodong nodded after staring at Hanson for a moment.

The purple qi blossomed on Zhuodong like Hatsumi, and turned into a purple Xia coat on Zhuodong's body. It emitted a million purple rays, which made him look like the Emperor of the Purple Sun.

The original black hair of one of the beads melted purple, like the rays of the sun, giving people warmth.

Those eyes are more like the sun, looking down on the earth.

The horrible atmosphere overshadowed the entire sky, as if to turn the entire battlefield of the stars into pure soil in the light of darkness.

“Zhuodong came after all with Zixia fairy clothes.” Yan Beifei sighed.

If Zixia moves, whether Zhuodong comes or not, his spiritual bloodline will be stripped for fear, and no god can tolerate his followers to use the power of other gods in the battle before God to win, doesn't he say he is better than another god?

“Such a powerful force is worthy of your sword.” Hanson nodded slightly.

“Then come, let me die in the most glorious of glories.” Zhuodong said, fingers turned into swords again, but this time it was no longer a little purple glow at his fingertips, the whole heaven and earth seemed to have purple rays clustered towards his fingertips, above that purple Xia fairy coat was more immortal, seemingly tens of thousands of Xia light surged.

Zhuodong came and stabbed out a sword, and countless sumptuous lights moved, endlessly roaring toward Hansen. At one time, there was only a purple sword light left between the sky and the sky, like a flooded natural disaster, flooding the entire sky.

The power of one sword can destroy the Buddha, and even the gods and spirits change color.

Under the aegis of the genetic technique Purple Xia Immortal Light, which is the genetic species of the Destruction Spirit, each ray of Xia Light is equivalent to a sword from Zhuodong, terribly unimaginable.

“The weather of Zhuodong today is not bad, but unfortunately the wrong place to worship the wrong people.” Yandan sighed softly.