Talisman Emperor

“This Chen Xi is afraid of losing.” When I saw the fierce appearance of Chen Xiba's blood struggle, Wen Chengfu sighed. “Ching Xiu Yuan lost his life, sacrificed to the light, powerful, Nirvana realm repairers must also retreat from the third house, but this child is brave and wants to work hard. What difference does this make to finding death? ”

“Yeah, by the time the battle came, Chen Xi seemed to have lost his mind and made such mistakes, unfortunately.” Other fairy ancestors shook their heads and sighed.

Before Chen Xi's performance was extremely stunning, combining the eight swords of the Wantian sword, directly against the essence of the sword path, making them all love the talented heart. At this time, he was caught in the desperate state of the struggle of trapped beasts, on the verge of failure, and his heart was also quite intolerant.

How high are the eyes of these fairy ancestors?

When Chen Xi, despite his own safety, still rushed to the death of Qing Xiu Yu, they saw that Chen Xi was already in danger. The fire of the Holy Festival came from the power of the source of light, and he was not able to resist it at all, and this was no different from the way he sought death.

In fact, not only they, but even the other monks in the embroidered city saw that Chen Xiao's situation had become precarious.

“Alas, Chen Xi, the black horse, can only stop now. ”

“What a horrible Ching Xiu suit, such strength is against God! ”

“Chen Xiao is finished...”

Everyone shows their indifference.

Almost the vast majority of people at this moment have determined that Ching Xiu Yu will undoubtedly win, but will also become the number one star congress, the crowning crown and lone leader. As for Chen Xi... we can only retire to second place.

“Chen Xi...” At this moment, Ya Qing, Zhen Liuqing, Fan Yunlan and other women, as well as Zhenzhen, Tuan-Kizawa and other people were burning anxiously, nervously.

Buzz!

Even when everyone thought that Chen Xi was bound to defeat, a clear and unseen sword burst out, at first low, but only for a moment, it burst between the heavens and the earth, and then later, the sword burst like nine heavenly thunder, blowing up in the place everyone's eardrums hurt, a few deafness!

What's going on?

Everyone, including the ancestors of the fairies, was appalled.

Psst!

Haven't waited for the people to return to God. In all directions of the city, a sword light suddenly flew out. It was a handle sword tool, as if it were controlled by an invisible hand. It was suddenly suspended halfway through the sky without autonomy. Qi Qi trembled, as if it was devoting worship to the king in a sword.

“No, my sword! ”

“My sword is out of control! ”

“Shit, my husband worked so hard to raise dozens of swords, he flew away for no reason! ”

Found himself wearing a swordsman suddenly flying out of the sky, everyone was shocked, looked up, only countless swordsman suspended in the air, buzzing, black pressure like clouds, rough count, at least tens of thousands.

If you look at it from the sky, you will find that these tens of thousands of swords, distributed in circular arches, are neat and tidy, like guards who cling to greet the king, with a solemn aura of devotion and awe.

And the place where the “King” appeared… is, of course, the Battle of the Demons.

Boo!

In that instant, everyone brushed their eyes on the battlefield.

Yet they saw that on the ring, Chen Xi was covered in blood, and there were countless scars, like a man of blood, but his spine was still as strong as a sword, and his eyebrows were sharp and resolute.

A sword out of its sheath!

Click-click... The ring table at the foot of Chen Ti, ruptured and crushed at a visible velocity of the naked eye, forming a rounded pit with sharp corners, the edge of the pit, spreading around at an astonishing speed.

Destroying and decaying, unstoppable!

Meanwhile, the sword in his hand emitted a clear and vibrating song nine days away. The sword released endless brilliance, horrible swordness, and instantly covered the whole embroidered city!

“The swordsman, rather than bending, prefers not to be afraid. My heart is like a sword, and my heart is like mine. ”

“I came out of the darkness, all rough and thorny, but never bowed my head. If the heavens block me, they will kill it. If they stop me, they will destroy it. If they reject me, they will destroy it! ”

“How dare you?" ”

Boo!

In the unknown eyes of all, Chen Xi's sword fell.

What kind of sword is this?

Describe it as if it were random, without a hint of smoke, without even making a sound, silent and unseen. However, when the sight touched the sword, time and space seemed trapped in collapse, even the soul could not help but tremble the poppy lightly, an unstoppable cold stream flooded all over its body, such as a falling ice cave.

Boom!

However, when this sword was cut off, it was like a flat thunder, the ground was beaten like a heavy hammer, the ring collapsed, even the whole demon battlefield trembled, smashing a mouth!

Pelangmao's sword is like a steel wall, sweeping out of the battlefield of the demon, the weaker, like being hit by a heavy object, throwing it hard! The strong, such as Zhao Qinghe, Wang Fu Changtian and others, can hardly stand, the individual is crooked, trying his best to stabilize the body, the blood on his face has faded.

Even they, faced with such horrible swordsmanship, could not help but fear.

On the other side, all of the fairy ancestors had to dance, excited and shocked. A word appeared all over their heads, but they were not sure.

And on the ninth day, today, Chu Huang Huoran raised his head and stood up for the first time from the throne of Kowloon. He was in great shape, his clothes hunting, his eyes blooming with billions of gods, muttering to himself: “The sword heart is clear, the sword heart is clear, this is the qualification to accomplish the immortality of the sword fairy...”

When the light went out, the scene in front of everyone's eyes appeared, and most of them couldn't help but look like dirt. Almost half of the demon battlefield, made by the Emperor Chu himself today, was destroyed!

But when all returned from the shock, the first glance looked in the direction of the ring.

No, there's no ring.

There was only one bloodbath shadow, drained as a gun, and a bloodstained shirt, shadowed as paper. Around the two of us, there was an astonishing stream of voids.

“Pfft!" Qing Xiuyu couldn't hold on any longer. She sprayed a breath of blood with her mouth open, shaking her body. She almost fell out of the air. Her airplane disorder was on the verge of collapse.

“Ching Su-yu, you failed!” The sound of the sand dumb utter from the mouth of Chen Xi, no joy, no excitement, only endless flatness, like his lightly written sword, has flourished and returned to truth.

“You…” Ching Xiu's clothes seemed unacceptable, struggling to stand still again, the whole person stood up.

Chen Xiaobing did not move, waiting for her to attack.

But Qing Xiu's clothes swept halfway and suddenly fell. He had no strength at all. That was just a return light.

“This battle, Chen Xisheng! ”

Today, Chu Wang immediately made a judgment, the scout waved a bunch of gold light wrapped around Ching Xiu Yu, and left the Demon Fighting Ground. He had seen that if he did not heal quickly, Ching Xiu Yu was only afraid to leave unhealed injuries.

The voice of the Emperor Chu echoed in his ears. At this moment, the eyes of all of the embroidered city concentrated on the shadow of the sword.

The whole raven was silent.

Chen Xi, a sword of the world like King's Landing, was deeply imprinted in their minds, and they dared not forget it for decades, centuries, or even a lifetime.