Talisman Emperor

The tremendous screams are echoing, making the people of Mount Immortal look the same.

Too soon!

From the beginning of the war, until now, it was only a breathing time, Fang Jingliu was broken off his right hand and his five-finger bone was broken, which almost left them unresponsive.

“Die! ”

Fang Jingliu's divine color was twisted, he shouted out loudly, his body truly roared like a raging wave, and he blossomed a five-color divine light. His left hand was like a giant axe of celestial gods, and he directly chopped it off against Chen Xi's head.

Even though his right hand was scrapped, he had to fight directly with Chen Xiao, so he didn't drag mud with him. It was not just luck that he could practise to this point.

Boom!

Chen Xi clapped his hands backwards and the puzzle flowed. Not only did he offset this blow, but he also punched directly on the cheek of his opponent, directly and severely smoked it out. His mouth and nose bled, his mumps swollen, and his teeth all flew down several times.

In this scene, everyone around us was shocked. Chen Xiao's movements were too easy, simple, no fancy, biased like an unparalleled force, destroying the decay, like a broken bamboo, leaving no room for the opponent!

How horrible can this be?

On the other side of Mount Immortal, the faces of the people are uncertain. None of them dare believe it. Among them, Fang Jingliu's strength is absolutely one and two. Today, there is no room for even fighting back. How can they accept this?

Who are they?

A disciple of Mount Immortal, in the hidden sanctuary!

Whether it's the Master Daoist or the identity background, it's beyond the world and it's terribly scary.

They, as the first disciples to enter the world, are the proud sons of heaven in the sect, cultivated to excellence, stunning strength, placed high hopes by the elders of the division,

In their view, the ten great Immortal Gates and the six veins of the Magic Gate are far less than their own, and in strength, they wait long enough to sweep the entire Xuanmuan domain of peer brothers, arrogant to the men.

It is also true that they entered the Jiuhua Swordsman faction, received the most solemn hospitality, Fang Jingliu appeared, and the other party's unspeakable disciple was severely taught, all of which inflated their confidence.

However, they never expected that Fang Jingliu would lose so quickly in the face of Chen Xi, as if he were a writer of the power of the unbound chicken!

Only a hundred miles of princess and many fairy ancestors remained calm, but their gaze at the test bench showed that their hearts were not as calm as the surface.

Pfft!

On the test bench, Fang Jingliuo coughed blood continuously, the beard circulated, his right hand twisted like a chicken claw, his shirt stained with blood, and the arrogant appearance of the previous was judged like two people.

His right hand was crushed and he was slapped again with a loud slap. His self-esteem was devastated and he felt a deep shame.

He's going mad, he's got five lines of body, he's got the potential to be a Gestapo, he's got a lot of talent, he's practiced all the way, nothing wrong with the water, where has he ever suffered such humiliation?

“Damn it! Damn you! ”

Fang Jing slightly roared and rose up, acting like a madman, his hands grabbed in vain, buzzed, a crack emerged from the air, and a bite of a rustic swordsman appeared.

This swordsman, straight as a ruler, is ancient and haughty. Go and brand it with a pattern. There are mountain river grass, sun and moon stars. There are humane indoctrination, fishing and farming!

Once the sword was held, the temperament of Jingliu as a whole was changed. The face was as brilliant as the death of an ancient emperor, Xianjun, the title of which was Sun and Moon.

Especially amazing is that his abandoned right hand healed instantly and recovered as it had been! The whole person is more than twice as powerful as before.

“Dry Emperor's Sword! ”

“Brother Fang is crazy! This is a true fairy, a sword left behind by the dry emperor of the ancient saints. It contains the Qi of the Avenue of the Sage and the Emperor. Once carried out, it will never die! ”

“Don't worry, there are a lot of local Xianqiang sitting in town, no human life will happen, at most, Chen Xiao actively admitted to losing, and quit the test platform. ”

Seeing Fang Jingliu sacrifice the treasure from the bottom of this chest, the disciples of Immortal Mountain shocked one by one.

This dry royal sword is a fairy from the ancient period. It is rumored to be the sword of the dry royal saint of Tai Gu. Although its inner organs are extinguished, it is still powerful and surprising, no less than a fairy.

Without the rebirth of this sword's spirit, it would not have fallen into the hands of Fang Jingliu. After all, these treasures, only the fairy of the earth or even the fairy of heaven, can exercise their full power.

One on the side of Immortal Mountain is relieved, but the other side of Jiuhua sword pie is nervous. After all, the swordsman in Jingliu's hand is too powerful, too unusual. Even Elder Le Peng felt a slight surprise, let alone Changle and Long Zhenbei's disciples.

“The universe, the glorious floods, the swords and the blades, the cracking of the land...”

On the test platform, Fang Jingliu held the dry Emperor's sword, and from deep down in his throat, he sent a series of huge and high notes, shook out, as if the saints had made a call to the heavens and the earth, like the royal decree issued by the king, causing palpitations.

His eyes were as bright as electricity, his temperament was so thick, he chopped out with a sword.

Boom!

Holy light as rain, sword is vast, instantly, Chen Xi felt, a force that laid heaven and earth, all covered himself, this power has no intention of killing, but contains courage, compassion, wisdom and other saintly smells, vast to the sun.

Faced with this sword, Chen Xiao felt that he seemed to face a saint, because in this sword, all the thoughts and smells of saints!

In other words, it's a holy way! An avenue that only saints possess!

But at this time, he couldn't help but think that the anger and the killing machine in his heart had already moved so silly, why would he care about anything else?

Almost without hesitation, he scouted and grabbed, carrying a blood sword, the blade tipped upside down, stirring the yin and yang, if the Star River vortex came out!

Boom!

The swordsman was all over the sky, the heavens and the earth were all coloured, the blood was all over the sky, and the thick killing image poured out like blood. In addition, there was a sound of a cry of sorrow, a great deal of sorrow and havoc.

“Huh! This is…” Princess Baili seemed to see something, her face changed slightly for the first time since entering the Test Sword Hall, uncertain.

“This seems to be... the cry of a saint?” Rapeng's eyes exploded. If the cold current runs, it is locked firmly on the blood sword in Chen Xi's hand, and the divine color is equally suspicious.

It's not just the two of them, all of them in the place, who feel a palpitation, a sorrow, a fierce feeling of the great thief of the saints' death.

Boom!

Holy Light Emei, the blood gas rushes straight into the sky, the two fight each other, erupting into infinite light!

At this moment, the whole temple of the test sword was vibrated, the unmatched sword was intended to crash, like a saint angry, the noise was horrible, causing everyone present to open their eyes, afraid to miss any details.

Bang, bang...

Dry Emperor Dao sword and blood sword collided, spread by Fang Jingliu and Chen Ti to the extreme, various avenues Auyi sprinkled, killed the sun and moon without light, the void exploded, a mess.

If the Tabernacle had not been tested by the Jiuhua Swordsman, it would have taken a lot of energy to cast it in the black mother crystal rock outside the sky, and it would have been heavily banned, I fear the entire palace would have been destroyed.

That's horrible!

If a saint is born, the king comes, the sword is everywhere, the weather is full of wisdom, kindness, courage and other great brilliance, but the other is a bloodbath, the killing intent is intense and fierce, as if wanting to sacred, kill all the saints in the world!

Without mentioning the rivalry that the two men repaired, the collision between the two swords alone caused the people of the Great Hall to shake their hearts, and their hearts were shocked and horrified, unable to recover.

“Sacred - forbidden - sword!” Princess Baili's eyes fluctuated, eventually spitting a few words in her rich, soft red lips.

At the same time, Elder Leipeng also recognized the blood sword in Chen Xi's hand, all stiff and muttered: “This sword, 10,000 years ago, was lost in the mysterious land with the old man of the Lao clan...”

Sacred Forbidden Sword!

Rumor has it that in the ancient years, this sword killed countless saints, the earth was full of blood, and the sky was stained red and blue. At that time, it rained seven days and seven nights of saints' blood, and hundreds of millions of people could hear the sad cry of that saint, shocking and shaking the entire three worlds!

Later, the sword was sealed by a mighty man, who had not lived for countless years, and the killing caused by the sword, and the power of that horror, became taboo, and everyone spoke of it in vain.

Until 10,000 years ago, the sword was found by the elders of the clan, shocked the world and became the sacred instrument of the clan, but soon, unfortunately, the sword disappeared with the elder of the clan, Qi Qi disappeared into the mysterious realm, causing many generations to sigh.

And now this legendary taboo sword actually appears in Chen Xi's hands, how can Elder Leipeng not be surprised?

Boom!

At this moment, on the test bench, Fang Jingliu was struck by lightning, the whole person flew out, the dry Emperor's sword in his hand, more than a buzzing cry, into the void, disappeared.

“You... what sword are you... holding!” Fang Jing slightly coughed up his blood, pale face and screamed in horror. He never thought that he could do anything about it with the Dry Emperor's Sword!

Chen Xiao did not answer, he was indifferent, cold, carrying a blood sword, like a king walking in darkness and blood, his eyes flashed, a flash of fierce charm raging away.

Boo!

Fang Jingliu only felt a tingle in his eyes. If he was severely wounded by a sword, he could not see anything in front of him. He couldn't help but scream.

“How dare you ruin my eyes? I'll kill you! Kill you!” Fang Jingliu was terrified and shouted terribly. His hands covered his eyes and he howled.

Chen Xiaoran indifferently, just a few words in his lips: “Admit defeat, or die! ”

Ice cold, kill!