The Sword Dynasty

Chen Xinghui's shock and confusion only lasted for a short moment, then he just shook his head and said, "Boring."

Uninteresting in life is not self-discipline. Zhang Yi's sword intention goes to the top of this palace instead of to him. Naturally, he wants to try to arouse a stronger counterattack in this temple.

However, the Tao Fu of the Temple of Heaven came from the master who created the Xian Fu Zong. The level of cultivation is higher than he does not know. How can Zhang Yi’s cultivation be shaken?

Click.

Provoked the sword light like a horn on the roof of the temple, the crackling sound came from Zhang Yi's wrist.

A majestic and terrifying kick force rushed against his sword to his sword-holding wrist, making a clear crack in his wrist.

Severe pain hit his mind.

He endured severe pain, without letting go, his left hand also fell on the hilt, and he continued to steadily penetrate the remaining power of his body into the hilt in his hand.

Aries picks a horn and holds it the most.

What he was fighting for was this moment of stalemate.

In this way, Le Yi borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao Rune. He also had the power to borrow, which was the sword in his hand.

Chen Xinghui did not realize at this time that the small stone sword in his hand was Xue Wangxu's natal sword.

Zhang Yi's left hand fell on the hilt.

His left hand, and even the bones of the arms of his entire hands, and the broken bones of his chest, made a piercing crackle again.

With a pop, he spurted blood.

But Jianyi did not retreat.

At the forefront of the sword, the tip of the horn is still against the powerful rune.

He achieved this moment of stalemate.

The powerful Chengtian symbol pressed against the small stone sword in his hand.

The unpretentious little stone sword suddenly shined, as if it were burning.

Chen Xinghui breathed suddenly, and his previous contempt disappointed instantly.

The blazing light made his eyes burn so intensely that he couldn't open it.

The true element of his thin fingertips had originally condensed into a rune, but with his low scream, this rune slammed into nowhere, and was followed by terror The True Elemental Surge rushed into countless flaming flames.

A red lotus bloomed in front of him.

Snorted.

The fish-gut sword suspended in front of Zhang Yi first flew backwards, and crashed into the wall on one side.

Immediately after Le Yi groaned in pain, the invisible lines of his hands that he held in his hands, like willow branches dancing in the wind, hit him instead.

His body was constantly twisted by these forces, and dozens of wounds with visible bones were cut in an instant, and a blood spattered from him like a red cloth.

The only thing not affected is Murong's smallness behind Chen Xing.

However, her body was trembling violently, and she felt like there were countless giant blades staggered in her perception.

Her body has not suffered any damage, but this sign seems to be able to directly damage her perception, leaving her with a headache.

But her consciousness is clearer than ever.

This is a symbol of net lotus.

Like the True Mountain Rune, the Xian Runzong does not know where it is hidden, but in the legend can purify all the horror rune.

Chen Xingchui turned out to have realized such a charm!

Zhang Yi's head also pained violently. The piece of white flowers in front of his eyes seemed to turn into a sea of ​​blood, engulfing everything in him.

However, feeling the temperature and power of the small stone sword in his hand, he was clenching his teeth, not stepping back.

The small stone sword in his hand really burned.

A loud noise.

He was like a sun rising in front of him. Dazzling and pure light flooded every corner of this temple, even making everyone's figure appear transparent.

Chen Xinghui also groaned.

His blood was burning.

But what made him most shocked was that this dazzling and pure light still suspended many blue light symbols.

These light symbols are projections of lines.

The lines come from everywhere in this temple.

The dazzling and pure light is a powerful sword imperceptible. This kind of sword sharply penetrates into the depth of every notch in the Temple of Heaven, and completely pushes out the symbols in the Temple of Heaven.

Zhang Yi's feet also cracked.

With a bang, Le Yi fell to the ground, his body was crept down by the horror pressure from above and could not breathe.

Murong Xiaoyi's body was pressed to the door and he was about to be rushed out of the door.

The red lotus in front of Chen Xing exudes destructive power. However, all these powers cannot be radiated outward, but are pressed to shrink inward.

The red at the center of this red lotus is getting more and more crystallized, like a gem is melting, and crystal droplets are squeezed to explode.

...

The whole Temple of Heaven is shining.

Whether it is the tiles on the temple, the dust flying from the temple, or even the wormwood growing in the cracks of the roof, they are glowing.

There was stillness in Xianfu Zong, but almost everyone was staring closely at this place.

Seeing such a vision, and feeling the swollen and aura-like atmosphere in the Temple of Heaven, there was more emotion in the depths of the calm eyes of Sect Master Xianfu.

He certainly knows Chen Xingcui's strength better than anyone. Even if a hint of hope rises in his heart, it is only a hint of hope.

The three young men in the hall faced such strong men as Chen Xingchui, and their performance until this time has completely exceeded the limit of his imagination.

"interesting!"

At the beginning, Chen Xingchui in the Chengtian Temple felt that Zhang Yi was not self-confident, and when he uttered the word boring, Su Qin, who was standing outside the Chengtian Temple, slowly looked up and said these two words.

At this time, when the bulging force in the temple was about to open the door of the temple and rush to him, he was always full of eyes that did not know whether it was self-deprecating or ridiculous, and instantly filled with an indescribable expression of fierceness and fierceness.

His disabled hand stretched out.

Hundreds of Tao symbols fluttered like ordinary pieces of paper, like colorful flowers. At the next moment, they followed various strange lines and landed in front of the Temple of Heaven.

Boom!

There was a reverberation between heaven and earth.

The Temple of Heaven was struck violently by a giant hammer from the outside.

Around the Temple of Heaven, a huge air ring visible to the naked eye exploded outwards. All trees within a few tens of feet were cut off and all the branches and leaves were thrown out.

The blood in Su Qin's mouth spouted wildly, and his body flew backwards like an uncontrollable piece of wood.

...

In the Temple of Heaven, Zhang Yi groaned and could no longer support, kneeling on his knees.

However, his hands are still extremely supportive of the sword, and still maintain the attitude of the sword.

Chen Xing's face changed drastically.

In his sharply contracted pupils, the speed of the cyan lights falling from the roof of the temple suddenly accelerated, like a sharp snow fall.

The red lotus in front of him disappeared in his perception.

Disappearance means that the connection with him is severed and uncontrolled.

In the next moment, the red lotus shattered, and the center of the red lotus had been compressed to the ultimate heaven and earth vitality, which could not be released as an explosion, and turned into hundreds of thousands of crystal rays.

The crystal rays burst outward.

Everybody's body was so majestic and terrifying that everything was in slow motion.

Murong Xiaoyi looked at these rays through Zhang Yi and Le Yi, including Chen Xinghui's body in front of her. After she saw these crystal rays passing through their bodies, warm blood droplets splattered out, everything Slowly to the extreme, but she was too late to dodge, only to raise her body as high as possible, not to let these crystal rays pierce her head and other vital parts.

The bright red blood droplets were floating in the air like stillness.

Zhang Yi, Chen Xinghui, Murong Xiaoyi, and even Le Yi's body lying on the ground were penetrated through many places at the same time.

In the following moment, as these crystal-clear rays pierced the surrounding walls of the temple, a violent explosion occurred in the completely condensed heaven and earth.

All the blood drops of blood turned into powder with a dull sound.

Chen Xinghui, like Zhang Yi and others, was like a piece of cloth that was randomly tampered with in the dye workshop, and was kneaded by the violent energy.

His eyes were filled with unbelievable looks.

Su Qin's body outside the Temple of Heaven was hung on a piece of broken tree, and his body was pierced by pieces of broken wood.

All people were seriously injured and dying.

...

A middle-aged man, Xian Fuzong, who was wearing a black robe and covered with silver lines on his sleeves and neckline, shook his head with emotion.

He lamented the result of this battle.

He also lamented Zheng Xiu's meticulousness, and will always ambush a last piece in any seemingly sure battle.

And he is this spare piece, enough to end all the last pieces.

With emotion, he walked out of a gazebo and was ready to walk towards the Temple of Heaven.

However, at this moment, he saw a tall, thin man walking up the stone steps in front of him.

The man was wearing a very ordinary costume of Xian Fuzong, but at this time he wore a sword with an extremely long hilt.