The Sword Dynasty

Faced with the huge snow sword that was cut through the sky at an alarming speed, Liang Lian still stood still.

However, countless indifferent and amazing killing intentions were slowly released from his body, and all the snow around him spread out in fear.

At the same time, a strange hissing sound appeared in the distance.

This is a lot of heaven and earth vitality running, but it is not like an invisible mountain, but like an invisible beam flying in the air.

Very cohesive, soon.

Ding Ning is not an ordinary practitioner, so he knows very well that the speed of carrying the world's vitality has exceeded the limit of normal practitioners in the seven realms.

Beyond the normal limit, the practitioner's body must bear a heavier burden.

Puff Puff Puff Puff...

The stone path at the foot of Liang Lian made countless cracks, and countless stone chips and snow spattered out, but his body did not move at all, and his body skin even flashed a strange blackish glow. .

"Promise sword body!"

Ding Ning saw what kind of exercises Liang Lian was practicing. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

It was at this time that the splashing snowflakes outside Liang Lian's body were already flying around him.

Those soft feather-like snowflakes became extremely heavy as his real and heaven and earth vitality entered. The heavy snowflakes formed several white snow curtains around his body.

Each snow curtain is like a huge grinding disc.

The snow sword falling from the sky collided with the snow curtain.

Obviously, it is not a gold iron, but it is a loud noise like a gold iron.

Like dozens of people, Huang Zhongdalu can ring together.

The whole Tiger and Wolf North Camp quaked.

The thin snow accumulated on all camp tents, ordnance, and even rune chariots had fallen.

Liang Lian's eyes narrowed slightly.

The clothes on his body were torn apart by snow flakes, but the skin exposed under the snow flakes had a strange luster, leaving no trace of it.

Both the huge snow sword and the snow curtain surrounding him have been completely crushed, and countless snowflakes have turned into the finest powder invisible to the naked eye.

This made the world around him brighter.

However, he could not see Xue Wangxu's figure.

Because around him, thousands of transparent little swords are forming.

The amount of transparent things is too horrible, overlapping, the world before them becomes unreal.

Many of the military practitioners standing in the gate of the barracks stopped breathing completely.

This is also an unimaginable picture for them.

Numerous transparent swords suspended in the air, forming a sword tower more than ten feet high.

The center of the sword tower is Liang Lian.

In the next moment, these countless transparent swords suddenly accelerated sharply, falling, dragging countless lines visible to the naked eye in the air.

In the face of the falling ten million sword, Liang Lian still remained motionless. On his indifferent face, there was a slight satire on his face.

Because he could see the sword in it.

These swords are not expected to defeat him, but just want to trap him.

Wan Jian is in prison, but he doesn't want him to exert his physical advantage and launch a fierce attack.

Xue Wangxu's understanding of swordsmanship may be much higher than that of him. However, after all, he is too old. With the use of power, he can no longer do what he wants to do as he pleases, and he can't fight for a long time.

"You want room to breathe, you want this kind of free and gentle way to fight...but do you think I have to fight violently?"

Looking at the tens of thousands of swords falling around the body, feeling the sword array formed by those swords, the coldness on Liang Lian's face expanded rapidly.

He extended his right hand calmly.

There was a loud bang.

A pure breath that only powerful mortal creatures may have appears between heaven and earth.

The whole military camp was shocked again.

This gave everyone a horrible feeling that the giant chain and the trapped monster at the bottom of the river finally rushed out of the cage.

However, in the next moment, this breath did not explode, but accumulated in layers before Liang Lian.

A black light flashed quickly.

In Liang Lian's hands is a straight, broad black sword.

Half of the sword's body is heavy in color, like black stones on the river bank, while the other half is shining with glory, like thousands of waves.

He was holding this sword, his sword across his chest.

With the influx of heaven and earth flowing through the sky, a curved river embankment appeared around his body.

The strength of his body and the sword in his hand is getting stronger and stronger, but this force has always only grown in the river embankment.

...

At this moment, just like the day of the first day of the Supervising Division, the first night of a cold battle against Zhao Zhe, on the corner tower closest to the Tiger and Wolf Army North Camp, an old man wearing ordinary plain cotton clothes was sitting on the wisteria chair under the eaves, sparse His white hair was not tied up, and it was scattered on the shoulder like a ginseng.

Behind him, the tall, very modest young man still stood.

It was only different from Ye Ce-Leng and Zhao Zhan during the war. At this time, instead of wearing casual clothes, he wore a plain gray mantle.

There are various patterns on the official robe that are only found on the celestial objects.

In addition to these patterns, there are many differences between this official gown and the ordinary patriarchal official gown. The most remarkable thing is that there is a deer head pattern near the neckline on the back.

This is the mark of the head of the patriarchate.

So this unusually humble young man is Huang Zhenwei, the head of the Patriarch Department!

"This is the strongest form in the coffer sword sword, the dike sword."

The old man, wearing plain plain cotton clothing, gazed through the heavy snow and snow, looked at the sword style of Liang Lian's sword, and exclaimed softly.

Huang Zhenwei, who was gentle and humble in face and had a good impression at first glance, had a dignified face at this time. Hearing this sentence from the old man, he couldn't help but whisper: "The more powerful the sword will be, the stronger it will be. Emerging from the embankment... General Liang Lian is worthy of a battle-hardened warrior. From this sword momentum, Master Xue Dong may be forced to attack."

The old man thought deeply and nodded.

Just then, a dazzling light appeared in the snow.

Xue Wangxu's figure appeared in the snow.

There was a dazzling light in his right hand, no trace of impurities, pure brightness, and even a holy taste.

He cast his own natal sword.

This stone sword that had just been polished in the battle with Feng Qianzhuo shined brightly at this moment.

The endless dazzling sword light spewed out from this short sword in his hand, instantly illuminating all the spaces in front of him, illuminating the entire Tiger and Wolf North Camp, leaving the whole place in the snow and haze Beiying, the tiger and wolf army, is as bright as day.

Xue Wangxu held the sword in his hand and pierced his sword towards the dike in front with a calm face.

In front of him, a huge Aries Horn appeared.

Just like the sword he showed when he passed the patriarchal sword to Li Daoji, this Aries horn was slightly curved.

Then the sharpest horn of this Aries horn did not directly pierce the embankment in front, just rubbed from above.

The strongest horn of this Aries horn leaned up and resisted.

The true meaning of Aries sword is not sprint, but forbearance, but resistance.

The crooked Aries horn came to the embankment deadly, consuming the power of the embankment. It seemed that it was necessary to force the embankment to collapse into several pieces, so that the flooding inside was poured through several gaps.

Seeing such a sword, the old man on the wicker chair on the corner tower was a little stunned and couldn't help but sigh: "Miao Ji!"

Huang Zhenwei behind him is also full of splendid eyes, and at the same time can not help but sigh: "It is really wonderful!"

...

Liang Lian's pupil contracted suddenly and violently.

Seeing this sword light like an horn, he didn't hesitate any more, and his left fist burst forward.

There was another dull popping sound between heaven and earth.

His left fist hardened like iron hit his sword.

The natal sword in his right hand intersects the natal sword in Xue Wangxu's hand.

The sword power of his savings dispersed like an instant, but the sword in his hand seemed to turn into a horizontal wall.

boom!

His left fist slammed his sword again, to shake Xue Wangxu's sword away.

The strength of this counterbalance is getting stronger and stronger, making him feel unsupportable.

As the punch blasted out, the stones on his feet completely exploded, and countless blood spattered from his feet.

A strong impact force invaded Xue Wangxu's body along the sword body.

Xue Xiaoxu made a lot of slight sounds in his body, as if there were countless dust shaking from his skin.

However, he only smiled mildly and proudly, and the sword in his hand remained unchanged.

Liang Lian groaned and stepped back.

There was more blood splashing under his feet, leaving a deep red footprint on the ground.

His eyes became extremely indifferent at this time.

Without any slight pause, he drank angrily and punched his sword again with a fist.

Where his fist face and sword body hit, there were also countless hot blood beads flying.

The power accumulated in his sword was exploded forward in this blow.

Not far away in front of him, Ding Ning held an umbrella and always watched this battle calmly.

At this moment, Ding Ning's brow twitched, his lips twitched, and his hands twitched.

Feeling the terrifying power bursting out of the other party's fresh body, Xue Wangxu just smiled faintly and kept his sword.

Click.

The natal sword in his hand broke.

The huge Aries Horn folds from it.

The thick white broken corner Huo Ran was relieved and continued to strike forward.

"Click".

Liang Lian's chest collapsed slightly.

His body like Shen Rutie flew back and forth for more than ten steps, and a blood mist poured out of his mouth.

Xue Wangxu dropped his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

The corner of his mouth slowly bleeds, dripping down the white beard.

At this moment, more dust was flying out of his body, making a sneering noise.

...

"ended."

The old man in the turret took a deep breath and stood up.

He held out his hand forward, and a breath of breath flowed rapidly from his five fingers.

At the same time, Ding Ning, who had been waiting in silence for a while, had already reached Xue Wangxu's side. He glanced at Xue Wangxu and didn't speak. He just held an umbrella to help Xue Wangxu block the falling snowflakes and cover the snow.