Sword God

The ice dragon shattered, turned into countless frost debris and spattered in all directions, and it was like the frost of the ice star ring, sweeping around, all the places passed were frozen, the frost spread, the gray land, a layer of frost .

Ao Shengming backed up three steps in a row, each step left an inch of footprints on the hard ground, and his complexion first rose red, then slightly whitish.

Long swords with dragon patterns trembling lightly.

"Go." With a glance at Bai Songdie, Ao Shengming snorted coldly, turned around, and left quickly, and did not mean to wait for Bai Songdie.

Bai Songdie first looked dumbfounded before he reacted. After suppressing the shock in his heart, he immediately started his body and quickly caught up, while shouting, "Brother Ao, wait for me."

Chen Zong didn't pursue, he took the sword back to his sheath, and continued to learn and practice.

Not long afterwards, a ray of cold breath spread rapidly from a distance, and the intensity became stronger, making Chen Zong look cold and cold, his eyes flashed coldly, staring away, far away, Chen Zong saw a ray of The dark breath emerged from a distance, constantly surging, as if the waves were coming.

"Under beast?" Chen Zong frowned slightly, but it didn't feel like: "Underworld!"

That’s right, it’s the Underworld, and, more than one.

Through the breath, Chen Zong can judge that there are three immortals approaching, each of which is not weak.

There are two low-ranking gnomes and one middle-ranking gnome.

The three mingren also discovered Chen Zong's existence, and immediately rushed in.

Without verbal communication, the three medlars approached back and forth, and the mid-level medlars shot directly, leaped in the air, and shot with a palm. The cold and vagrant surged from all directions. When the air shot came, it was terrible. The breath of shock seemed to suppress Chen Zong.

The moment when the hand of Yin and Ming approached, I saw that the fingers of the mid-level medlar bent suddenly, like a hawk's claw, and turned into a claw of Yin and Ming, a merciless grasp, as if to take Chen Zong's body empty Grabbing like it.

In an instant, the sword flashed, the long sword desheathed, and killed mercilessly.

In the ancient ruins of the Ming, the beast and the beast have always been opposed to the cultivator. Of course, not to say that they must be opposed, but when they see the cultivator, the beast and the beast will kill.

However, the difference between the ghost and the beast is that the beast does not have much wisdom. When it comes to cultivators, it is to kill or eat, and the ghost is wise, because their predecessor is the human race.

Therefore, when encountering a cultivator, in addition to killing, the netherworld will also hit the cultivator seriously and then capture, catch it back, and transform it into a new netherworld.

Lonely music is not as good as the public music, cultivators, who don’t want to become a mortal man, can only stay in the ancient ruins for a lifetime and can’t return to the void, but the wood has become a boat, and the mind is twisted. "Happiness" is shared with other practitioners and let them enjoy it.

Therefore, this mid-level underworld shot, seemingly merciless, seems to want to capture Chen Zong, but in fact, his purpose is only to wound and mutilate Chen Zong, just grab it back.

As for the disability problem, as long as there is no death on the spot and it is transformed into a ghost, all injuries will be repaired, even if the limb is broken.

Jianguang kills through the air, and Chen Zong will not show mercy to the underworld.

Quick battle!

After a sword slashed through the mid-level underworld, the sword light spread like a scroll.

Great World Sword Skill: Forest of Wanmu!

A tree condensed with sword qi was shot down in the air, and immediately, it suppressed the mid-level medlar, as if it fell into a thousand-kilometre radius of the qi qi forest, directly trapping the mid-level medley, sword qi Senran, raging all directions, so that the mid-level meditation surrounding the qi is constantly shattered.

Dajie Jianjue does not pay attention to lethality, but it does not mean that it lacks lethality. It is just that direct destructive destructive power is not so strong compared to the practice of heart-to-heart swordsmanship.

But compared to many sword tactics, the power of the sword tactics of the big world is still quite impressive.

Unable to move, the mid-level Netherman was directly suppressed and difficult to move. Although his combat strength was not weak, it was still worse than Chen Zonglai.

Jianguang breaks through the air and directly penetrates a body of Qi defense. Jianqi enters the body, explodes in the body, and directly kills.

The other two low-order netherworlds were approaching at a rapid speed. At first glance, Dunnes was shocked and stepped back without hesitation, quickly leaving.

Chen Zong's eyes stared at him, and a flash of cold awn burst. Immediately, the sword light flashed, two sword qi broke through, and then arrived first, directly penetrating through several kilometers, hitting the two lower-order nether.

The two low-ranking underworld flees at full speed and flew forward, directly fell, and could not afford to fall.

death!

However, Chen Zong didn't feel the slightest sense of relaxation, but instead looked dignified, because in the distance, a whiff of dark qi was agitated, and as before, it was more intense.

Hades!

There are other ghosts approaching, and through the induction of breath, it seems to be more powerful.

"It's you who killed them." There was only one dying man approaching. The cold and deep eyes swept the three corpses that were far apart, and then looked at Chen Zong, shooting an endless murderous opportunity.

Chen Zong looked solemn and didn't answer. The ghost gave him a strong sense of crisis. The cold and cold air mixed with the blazing cold killer attacked like an invisible storm. The creeps were horrified.

Strong!

The strength of this ghost is very strong. Based on his current combat strength, it is estimated that he is not an opponent.

"Heart demon, let go of the interference." Chen Zong silently called.

"No, unless you give birth control." The demon replied very bachelor.

Chen Zong didn't have time to quarrel with the heart demons, because the figure of the nether person flashed like a gray-black ghost, silently, but a trance, appeared in front of Chen Zong, through the cold Under the qi, Chen Zong saw a pair of slightly red eyes but extremely deep eyes.

The eyes, as if they could absorb the soul, let Chen Zong tremble uncontrollably, and silently, the finger of the wicked man pierced through the air and pierced directly into Chen Zong's heart.

That finger is condensed with the terrible cold and psychic power, and before it is killed, it has already made Chen Zongxin's mouth tremble, and a trace of shocking coldness, through the chest cavity, is pressing the heart, as if to freeze Chen Zong's heart Similarly, with the cold attack, Chen Zong felt that his blood was also affected, and his operation was sluggish, as if to be frozen.

The cold attacked and the blood lag, Chen Zong only felt his strength, and it seemed to become lazy as well, as if he did not sleep enough, it was difficult to exert it.

With a thud, like a drum beat, the heart jumped suddenly in an instant, bursting out a vigorous force, directly shattering the cold from the invasion, and the delayed blood was also instantly excited and became active again.

The sword light flashed, and the horizontal interception was like the iron lock Hengjiang. It was like a pen from the gods, which directly blocked the fierce fierce finger attack of the mage.

Swords are short weapons and are much longer than fingers. Attacks at such close range are undoubtedly unsuitable for dealing with swords.

But in the hands of Chen Zong, this sword is very suitable, just like his own arms and his fingers, as long as there is a little space to stretch it out, it is very flexible and free to control.

The sword body intercepted the moment when the finger hit, suddenly rotated, and cut its finger with the blade, but the finger burst out amazing power in the moment, after Chen Zong's blade was cut, Bypassing the sword body, pointing at Chen Zong's brow.

However, under the control of Chen Zong, the sword ran away.

In just a few breaths, the two sides fought hundreds of times within a very close distance, and each time was extremely dangerous, and they would be hit a little carelessly, whether it was hit by a finger or a sword, serious injury is inevitable of.

However, neither the Nether Man nor Chen Zong was injured.

"A bit skillful." The Ming people didn't use their full strength, but they also showed a lot of strength. Unexpectedly, they were resisted. Such swordsmanship is really superb: "So, try my Mingwu."

The moment the words fell, an extremely strong cold and violent force suddenly exploded from its body, just like the eternal volcano erupted, the sky was shaking, the world was turbulent, and the endless cold and qi continued to sweep from all directions. .

As if the dark clouds cover the sky, as if the sea is flowing, as if the Foshan collapsed tsunami, endless darkness shrouded, endless momentum is vast, within a few miles, it is directly shrouded, the temperature in the air continues to drop, giving Chen Zong a feeling of being frozen .

"Ming Wu..." Chen Zong frowned slightly. It sounded as if he was a martial art of the Ming, or related to it. However, he had not faced it for the first time.

Although he hasn't faced it, this kind of power is terrible, so Chen Zong has to wait in line.

"Heart Demon, if you don't let me do my best, you and I will all die." Chen Zong said to him.

"Huh." At this moment, the demon was arrogant, and he did not let go of the control of Yuanshen. Unless Chen Zong gave birth control, he would not give in.

Chen Zong felt very tired, but he couldn't help it.

Without too much time to think about it, the Ming Wu's Mingwu bombarded him, and the endless coldness and qi and the strength of his own fused into one, condensed into a huge black shadow, as if it were a god of the world.

The black shadow, which is a hundred meters high, is suspended in mid-air, and the empty piece of the eyes is like nothingness, as if it leads to the underworld.

When looking down, Chen Zong only felt his soul tremble, and there was a feeling of being away from Yuanshen, as if he was going to fly out of his own sea of ​​gods, and fell into the eyes of that huge dark shadow, constantly falling into darkness, Falling into the abyss, eternal life sinks.

Immediately afterwards, the huge dark shadow lifted his arm and volleyed with a finger.

A flash of black light condensed in an instant, as if the aurora shot through the void, killing Chen Zong directly as if the white horse passed through.

The endless breath continually converged toward the black light from all around and submerged into it, making the black light more condensed, the black was deep, and the black was fierce.

The deterrence of the soul, coupled with the power attack and double attack, immediately put Chen Zong in danger.

Chen Zong also woke up in an instant, his look changed, the twelve center of gravity burned, and the power of the sword's elementary body exploded in the early days. The sword in his hand instantly turned into a streamer, and turned into countless sword lights, surrounding all directions.

Great Zhoutian Sword World!

Under the diffuse of the sword light, as if it were a self-contained sword light, the cycle started, endless, and firmly protected Chen Zong.