The Sword Dynasty

All Xuejian went from violent to stationary.

The ice on the lake left countless craters in the flames of the falling objects.

The wooden stick in the old monk's hand fell back to the ice.

The tip of the cane pierced too much flesh and blood in a short period of time, and it still rubbed with the bones with a high temperature. When it touched the ice, it made a white smoke with a loud noise.

The old monk got the true biography of the former Bashan Sword Field, and took a big step towards the highest place in the world. The whole person is in an inexplicable joy and excitement, but at this time, he is unconscious Frowned.

In the darkness and flying ice debris ahead, a figure slowly came out.

The man's face was covered with a thick black cloth, and he was carrying two long swords, a cyan hilt, and a red hilt, all shining in the darkness, more attractive than his own. Attention.

This man was the lieutenant general who was standing next to the general who was at the forefront of the army.

As the lieutenant general moved forward, the spooky army, led by the general and the sergeant behind him, still maintained absolute silence, with no one acting or making a noise.

Zheng sounded softly.

Two long swords were out of the sheath at the same time.

The sword body of the cyan hilt is red, but the sword body of the red hilt is cyan, which is particularly strange in the dark.

The lieutenant held his sword with his hands crossed, his footsteps were silent, but he was getting faster and faster, and the two swords quickly turned into two bands of light in the dark.

There was a dignified look between the old monk's eyebrows.

He took a step toward the front, lifted his cane, his arms stretched naturally straight, and the wooden cane instantly became a pure straight line, stab the lieutenant's eyebrow.

A popping noise.

The lieutenant’s eyebrows were easily penetrated, and the force on the tip of the stick penetrated into his skull. However, even if the tip of the stick that had just been cooled by the ice surface brought out shadows in the eye of the lieutenant, the strong pressure even made When the pupils were deformed and sunken inwards, the lieutenant did not change any movements.

He just let the old monk pierce his eyebrows and still carried out his sword.

The old monk's forehead was wrinkled deep for a few minutes, and he didn't have any unnecessary movements. With the slight bang, the power revealed from the tip of his staff had cut off all vitality of the lieutenant general.

However, the afterglow of his eyes fell to his chest and abdomen.

Two cracks appeared in his greasy robes.

Inside the rift was his purple-black skin like steel, with two shallow white marks on his skin.

The tip of the staff was free from the lieutenant's eyebrows and fell naturally. While the tip of the staff was pointed on the ice, the body of the lieutenant fell backwards.

The old monk's eyes looked straight ahead.

The ghostly army moved, but only one person moved.

A practitioner dressed in the same manner as the lieutenant crossed the general led by the lieutenant and walked along the road the lieutenant walked toward the old monk alone.

The old monk's perception extends endlessly along the ice.

He knew nothing about this army, and he could not judge the ranks of these men. However, it was a very slight difference in momentum. The lieutenant general who had been killed by him in his perception and knowledge had already told him many things. .

The deputy who had just been killed by him was the second person in this spooky army.

Although at that moment he was not surprised by the battle with him, even without any violent energy collision, but this lieutenant general was able to cut through his monk's clothes, leaving a mark on his body.

Only this result has already surpassed any strong man he encountered in Donghu Palace.

What's more, he is stronger today than when he went to Donghu Palace.

The number two of an army is far more than those powerful masters in the palace of Donghu, which is enough to prove the strength of this army.

But the most important thing is that the deputy will come to death first, only to die.

Start with death, you keep up.

Ding Ning frowned deeply.

He has seen many troops.

However, he has never seen such an army.

The old monk’s emotions did not fluctuate. For him, all the meaning of life is to become Ding Ning’s waiter, so facing this army at this time, in addition to praising the other party’s strength and fierceness, killing this kind of thing It is the same as breaking a cake and drinking a cup of tea in peacetime.

All he has to think about is how to reduce the harm caused to him by his opponent and save his physical strength as much as possible.

Even the thin air resistance became an important aspect of his consideration at this time.

So he didn't even move his fingers. He waited until the second person in the army of the ghost army approached him before his wooden stick was raised again and stabbed.

The tip of the staff sticks precisely at the opponent's heart, and the force is between the bones, through the weakest flesh and blood to the opponent's heart.

But as soon as the power penetrated, the practitioner in front of him had disappeared.

There was a dull roar between heaven and earth.

The practitioner's body exploded from the inside out.

What the practitioner is doing is to walk in front of the old monk, and before the old monk kills himself, explode all the true and heavenly energy accumulated in his body.

The monk's body made countless crackling noises.

Like a stone hitting the fragile window paper.

There were many more holes in his robe, and there were many more marks on his purple-black skin.

Chang Sun Qingxue's breathing stopped.

Her complexion gradually turned white, and she felt like she wanted to vomit.

Especially seeing the many marks on the old monk, her body began to vibrate in the air.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning shook her hand and shook her head.

Chang Sun Qianxue slowly inhaled, and Qi Hai's vibration disappeared.

The old monk naturally sensed her desire to help, he did not turn around, but took another step forward.

In the darkness, a third person came.

This man uses a flying sword.

When Feijian flew more than ten feet away from the old monk, this third person was already dead.

Because this practitioner plucked out all the real elements in his body at this moment and poured it into this sword.

This little reddish sword burned completely, and fell to the old monk like a meteorite along a straight line.

The old monk simply turned his side.

The power of this flying sword swept through several pieces of rags on his body, and then far across the edge of the frozen lake behind the old monk, penetrated into the glaciers behind, and then made a shocking explosion.

Ice chips on the ice began to beat.

The fourth practitioner came.

This is a giant taller than ordinary people, dragging a huge hammer in his hand.

As the practitioner raised the hammer in his hand, the old monk's rod tip pierced his heart.

The hammer fell, hitting a deep pit in front of the old monk, countless pieces of ice and snow splashed and fell on the old monk.

Next is the fifth place, the sixth place...a thrilling frequency. After one person is killed, immediately one person walks in front of the old monk and is killed again.

A famous practitioner walked in silence and died.