Sword God

As the night fades away, the day falls, and the blowing wind gradually calms down.

The wicked ghosts all over the body have a meal, and then, the bones on the body seem to be eroded by the years, the gloss is gone, they become gray and withered, scattered and scattered around.

The ghost fire also fell one after another and submerged into the ground again, as if the strange elves returned to the nest. The scene fell in the eyes of Chen Zong, and there was an indescribable magnificence.

"Brother Chen, goodbye to the ancient battle city." Wu Lingkong smiled at Chen Zong, turned around, and a cry of chirp sounded, the thunder filled, the knife was shocked, and the tearing sky was away quickly.

"Zhancheng will meet again." Chen Zong said against Wu Lingkong's back.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong unfolded the legs of the violent wind and the cloud, and the violent wind surrounded the body, the cloud was filled, the figure became light, and he swept hundreds of meters.

When there is no battle, there is no need to explode at full speed.

The fierce battlefield in the daylight is obviously not as dangerous as it is at night.

The wind blows the sand, desolate everywhere.

Faintly, Chen Zong saw a silhouette in front of him, a collapsed ruined city that had long since been abandoned.

A figure with a little bit of panic, quickly ran out of the ruined city, the cloud was rolling, making Chen Zong's pupils condensed, and there was a faint sense of familiarity.

After the fleeing figure, there was another figure chasing after him.

"Fan Feiyu..." The distance was close. Chen Zong saw the figure through the cloud. It was Fan Feiyu, a disciple of Fuyun Palace, who was being pursued.

As soon as the thought moved, Chen Zong immediately exploded and rushed towards Fan Feiyu.

Anyway, Fan Feiyu comes from the Fuyun Palace in the Fuyun domain, and the King Fuyun is gracious to himself.

Seeing Chen Zong approaching, Fan Feiyu was overjoyed, and then thought of something, his face changed a lot, and he quickly waved to Chen Zong: "Go, go."

The voice is fast.

Closer, Chen Zong could see that Fan Feiyu was pale, obviously injured, not light.

The pursuers are constantly approaching, and on the cold face, the murderous opportunity condenses in the eyes, and the figure that crosses Fan Feiyu falls on Chen Zong's face, like a blade cutting, making Chen Zong's heart slightly sighed.

Chen Zong's body never stopped. Soon, he and Fan Feiyu passed by.

Fan Feiyu's pale face was full of anxiety, but when he saw Chen Zong rushing to the hunter and biting his silver teeth, he did not take the opportunity to escape, but stopped and quickly turned around and rushed towards Chen Zong.

However, Fan Feiyu found that his speed could not keep up with Chen Zong, and he could only watch his back quickly go away, and approached the hunter.

The sword flashed across the sky and was so gorgeous that Fan Feiyu narrowed his eyes for a moment.

At the same time, the hunter also pulled out a long knife, and the knife was shocked, and he broke out of the air.

In an instant, the swords fought, and the two figures carried an amazing breath against each other. The terrifying sword light raged, cutting in all directions, like a sword extinct.

Fan Feiyu paused again, his eyes wide open, his face surprised.

She was very clear about the strength of the man who chased her. It was very powerful. Even if she tried her best, it was difficult to resist ten moves, but now Chen Zong is fighting against it.

A burst of joy and hope emerged from within.

The blue sword light is cast like a god's gold, dazzling incomprehensible objects, tearing the sky, and even smashing the other's knife light, passing by.

A sword will never die!

This sword can be regarded as a skill of Qingyun Mitian swordsmanship. It is very arrogant, but it is not easy to exert. It needs to compress the strength on the sword.

It's just that when Chen Zong keeps comprehending and continually improving on one of the sword's ways, the sword's display becomes simple.

The sword light dissipated, and only a blue sword mark spread away, traversing the sky, and did not disperse for a long time.

Xuanguang sword returned to the sheath, and the other stared at Chen Zong with a staring stare. His wide-eyed eyes were unbelievable. He didn't seem to expect that he would be killed.

But the broken heart made him know that he was really dying, and his strength was almost lost, and there was no longer any counterattack.

Chen Zong took the opponent's long knife, which was a first-level spirit weapon, and took away the opponent's vigilance, both of which were loot.

"You... killed him..." Fan Feiyu approached, staring at the fallen body, her beautiful eyes widened, incredible.

In Fan Feiyu's view, the strength of this hunter is not much weaker than Li Jingyu, but he was killed by Chen Zong, and Chen Zong is intact. Even, he doesn't seem to consume much power.

This indirectly shows that the current strength of Chen Zong has already surpassed the strong shock Yu.

"Aren't you walking with Lie Jingyu and others?" Chen Zong looked at Fan Feiyu. The beautiful disciple of Fuyun Palace was pale and his hair was slightly scattered and a little embarrassed.

Seeming to be aware of Chen Zong's eyes, Fan Feiyu's pale face glowed with a hint of redness, and he unconsciously disorganized his scattered hair, and quickly replied: "I walked with Brother Lie and Brother Zuo and others. Brothers..."

Fan Feiyu explained the situation in short words.

On the first night, he encountered evil spirits in the battlefield, and finally damaged one person.

On the second night, I was lucky to find a shelter. There was no injury and death. I only encountered geniuses in other domains in the ruined city in front of me. There is no special reason. It is just a simple weak meat and strong food.

During the battle, another person was killed, and the remaining four people followed the previous negotiation. Anyone who had the opportunity would get out, and the others would act as cover.

Fan Feiyu found a chance to escape, Lie Jingyu and Zuo Tianyun covered them, but the other party also chased someone.

Luck met Chen Zong and was rescued by Chen Zong.

"Go." When the opportunity came to an end, Chen Zong immediately started his body and went to the ruined city.

Fan Feiyu was shocked. He didn't expect Chen Zong to choose to save people. He was slightly stunned and quickly started to follow quickly.

Chen Zong was extremely fast, so fast, he left Fan Feiyu behind him and left.

Stepping into the city of ruins, Chen Zong felt several breaths fluctuating, the breaths fluctuating violently, constantly colliding, apparently fighting.

Jianguang was fierce, like Yunyong frightened, and Jianqi was swept away in the air, forcing one to retreat, alleviating the pressure of fierce shock.

Lie Jingyu blocked two strong enemies with one enemy and two, while another disciple of Fuyun Palace fell to the ground at this time. He was not dead, but his injuries were not light, and he had no strength to fight anymore. No, even the body started to feel cold.

There are a total of four enemies including Li Jingyu and others. Two are besieging Li Jingyu, one is fighting with Zuo Tianyun, the other is holding a sword in his arms, tilting his head slightly, and watching with a look of interest.

Although he didn't make a shot, if he had no chance, he also locked Zuo Tianyun and Lie Jingyu. It seemed that as long as he seized a chance, he would immediately send out his sword and kill him.

Li Jingyu took one enemy and two, and was able to keep the same, but left Tianyun had blood dripping from his left arm, which had already been hurt and his strength was affected. Even if he could resist the other party’s attack, he had gradually fallen into the wind and seemed to have fallen. It is only a matter of time before you lose.

The gaze of the sword-bearer in his arms shifted from Zuo Tianyun to Li Jingyu, because Li Jingyu was more powerful.

Suddenly, he saw his eyes burst into a sharp sharp awn, the sword in his arms suddenly flew, the right hand caught in the air, the sky pulled the sword, the sword light was sharp and pierced into the sky.

It's as fast as the wind, as violent as electricity, destroy everything.

The face of Li Jingyu, who was resisting the attacks of the two, changed greatly, and quickly cast his body and retreated, but this sword has been planned for a long time, and it is difficult to completely avoid it.

Lie Jingyu's shoulder was directly pierced, and the machine was decisive, shocked, and her body accelerated to retreat, allowing the long sword to be pulled out to avoid the shoulder being torn up.

With a loud bang, the chest was hit with a palm again, his coat robe shattered, and the body was more powerful than shattered, like a drum drum roaring, the whole person flew out and spit blood.

I saw a scorched black in the palm of my chest, as if burned by fire, and even the blood spewing out exaggeratedly high temperature.

"Kill him." The man standing on the side took the sword back and sheathed, his voice cold.

He was hit with a sword, and he was hit with a palm. The injury was not light, and his strength was greatly reduced. There was only one way to die, and he did not need to shoot.

The two killed again, and again and again, the strong shock Yu Yu forced to gather strength, regardless of the injury on the body, but the injury was not light, the strength was indeed weakened, and he was beaten back again and again, and he fell again and fell again. Flying out, pale.

"Death!" One of them leaped into the sky, and the momentum was as fierce as the eagle came to the sky, and his hands were protruding forward, as if it were eagle claws, like a tiger's palm. The roar sounded.

The sky and earth are surging, and the impact is coming, as if you can see a blurry eagle shape intertwined with the tiger shadow.

With one sword and two palms in hand, the body is fiery, and the spiritual power is disordered, and the shocked feathers are full of strength, but it is difficult to reunite the disordered spiritual power in an instant.

"Is...I'm going to die here?" Lie Jingyu's heart appeared unwilling for a while.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Fuyun Palace, with a determined ambition to marry the martial arts, he was extremely eager to reach a higher peak.

It is the most direct way to enter the upper sect through the ancient battlefield.

Although King Fuyun also made it very clear, Liegu battlefield is dangerous, and a little accident will die, Lie Jingyu has already been psychologically prepared, but he really does not want to die.

At least, don't want to die like that.

But the coming of death is often so abrupt and irresistible.

"Brother Lie." Zuo Tianyun was distracted, and was suddenly struck by the other side.

Suddenly, the world's vitality rolled into a vast sky filled with clouds, and seemed to be blown away by the strong wind. The amazing pressure suddenly surprised everyone.

Then, a cyan sword light was extremely sharp, tearing the sky, dividing the hard ground into a gully, and breaking to kill at a speed exceeding the sound.

This sword was the one who killed Xiang Lieyu in front of him. If he insisted on killing Lieyu, he would be hit by this sword and both sides would be injured.

The man hesitated a little, and Li Jingyu seized the opportunity. Under the strong will to survive, a force burst out of the depths of the body and quickly retreated.

"Death!" The other person who besieged the fierce and frightened Yu instantaneously shot, one leg blasted out, his legs like mountains, heavy and powerful, the world was surging, and he was like a mountain.