Transcending the Nine Heavens

Ma Lao's heart is like a fallen ice cave!

The teenager in front of him, he can actually perceive his tracking and intentionally lure himself here, waiting for himself to come from Toronto!

Look at this, it's obvious that you have bamboo in your chest!

What kind of loser is that? Where is being repaired and scrapped?

The other party's eyes are sharp as swords, and he stands there, like the emperor on the clouds, came to the world, stood negatively, and his eyes were indifferent and heartless, making a heartless judgment on the life of his world!

Binocular sword, thunder shock!

This is at least the cultivation of the Emperor in the sword! The lowest... is also the Sword Emperor! And yes, high-ranking swordsmen!

The scariest thing is, I can't even see his cultivation!

Ma Lao's three hearts sink and a fantastic thought suddenly surfaced: Is this... a trap that Chu Feilong has laid in mind? To kill yourself?

He was about to speak, but Chu Yang across the street had already spoken one step at a time.

“I am Chuyang. You must know me, right?” Chuyang's sharp swordsmanship in his eyes retracted and became spring-watery warm again.

I'm here to kill you! ”Ma Lao San didn't want to say that, but somehow he said it boldly.

And when he said that, he wanted to slap himself in the face: "How can I talk like that?"

“I know you're coming.” Chuyang nodded, naturally saying: “You're just in time! I just need someone to practice swords with! Your fixes are, quite well, not too high or low, perfect for this task. ”

Just in time, practice your sword with me!? ……

What is this...?

Did he know I was coming? How did you know I was coming?

At this moment, Ma Laoshan's heart was somehow empty and there was an urge to pull his legs and run away.

The next moment, his heart sank even deeper.

Because this immortal teenager in front of him suddenly sprang up everywhere swords sweeping the heavens and the earth!

Sword Qi to the North Fight!

Chu Yang, the whole person, stood in the sword qi of the whole.

The sword between Ma Lao's three waists suddenly shouted without warning, automatically ejecting the sword sheath! Pilgrimage shakes gently.

Third Ma is in shock!

The other party didn't even have a sword, just the oscillation of the air engine, created the effect of the sword wrapped around the body, and also created the 'sword me as king’ with the air machine, so that a sword belonging to the enemy without life and spirituality, made such a supreme gesture of worship of peers!

Three steps backwards, hold down the handle of the sword, and press the sword back. This is why he looked at Chuyang with a heavy look. He said with infinite solemnity: “Who are you? ”

At the moment when the other sword sheathed, Chuyang had seen the shape of the sword: the sword was elongated, and a small blood trough in the middle emitted a dark colour. Near the handle of the sword, three inches away, a dragon flying phoenix is carved: night!

Chu Yang's heart moves: Night family!

Then he suddenly thought of the people who had besieged Chu Fei Ling in the middle three days, and what Chu Fei Ling had said, and then he thought of Chu Fei Long.

“Who the hell am I?” Chu Yang smiled: “Didn't my uncle tell you? ”

Third Ma took another step back, his eyes have become certain: "Chu Feilong?! ”

“Night folks... seemed to be a few dead... well, last time in the middle of three days, it was called... what? Night-dyed ink?” Chuyang frowned and stretched randomly: “This time, it's you! ”

Ma Lao San Tong is cold!

Night dyeing ink led the brothers to siege Chu Feiling. Of course, he knew about this. Even, the night waveless commanded him to arrange it himself!

Night ink dyeing and others will not return, and this matter has become a mystery.

I didn't expect the truth to come out here!

It's a plot by Chu Feilong!

“Night home, a terrible family!” Chu Yang smiled slightly, meaning a long statement.

Third Ma is considering the meaning of this sentence. Suddenly, the sword flashed in front of him. Chuyang has not known when to issue the sword. The human sword is united. The sword is swollen in the sky, and the wind and thunder are turbulent!

Swordlight, like a meteor, has already reached the throat!

In this sword, it seems to be carrying the blood of the Dead Sea. Such a dramatic wave of blood waves swept in, with hundreds of millions of unjust souls screaming in the middle!

Blood waves under the sword!

Since the creation of these four swords, Chuyang has only today truly unleashed the peak power of the sword technique he has created!

Old Ma Lao San sipped, his mind was confused, his body flattened, while the long sword sheathed, point, pull, prick, sharpen, pick! ……

Tinker Bell rang, Ma Lao San shouted, suddenly spilled blood on his shoulder, and the fountain burst out. But he didn't dare to deal with the wound at this time, not even to look at it.

Third Ma tried his best to stabilize his breathing rhythm, his eyes curled across from this terrible young opponent, on his forehead, a drop of cold sweat fell and slipped into his eyes!

His eyes were irritated by tears and tingled for a while, but he couldn't even blink.

In the face of this terrible opponent, Lady Ma knows that she only needs to blink once, or after this blink, she will no longer have to blink for the rest of her life.

Opposite the robe flowed brilliantly, Chuyang emptied a glimmer, then stood beneath the feet in the sky, his eyes suddenly became indifferent and ruthless.

The blood of the sword shined in his hand, swallowing the world with cruelty and indifference.

Then, the swordlight started to whistle, as if a swordlight avenue had suddenly opened up in the air!

Red dust is heartless!

Ma Lao's pupils suddenly widened. At this moment, he had completely lost his mind of winning. The only thought was: flee! If I can't escape back, I'm afraid Master 13 and others will be defeated by the counting of Chu Feilong...

He whistled, his feathers floating, his sword stabbed out wildly, resisting, retreating!

The ruthless Red Dust Channel sword is like a galaxy that has been falling for nine days and rushes in relentlessly.

From floating in the air to falling to the ground, Ma Laoshen constantly retreated under his feet, dust filled the sky and plowed out two deep trenches.

The blood flashed again and Ma Lao hit another sword on his shoulder.

Two swords in a row, on the left shoulder, all in the same position! In a bloody gust, Ma Lao's three shoulders had horrible white bones tragically jumping out of the skin, two broken muscle pulses did not retract, but boiled so well to expose the broken head to the air.

Broken shoulder, broken muscle pulse!

Ma Lao San's left shoulder is dead!

Ma Lao's three eyes were painful and his eyes were eagerly searching for a way to escape.

His heart is cold, his guts are cold.

If you stay here any longer, I'm afraid you'll really die here!

In the dust flying across the street, a rush reached the extreme point, more than the previous two tactics of killing the plane surfaced, listening to only one indifferent and heartless voice long voice: “The world will not accept the knife! ”

It's not until this moment that they really do it!

Ma Lao's heart is cold!

He screamed desperately, his sword waving wildly, instantly blooming a giant white lotus flower made up of swordlight, and then he pushed it out!

Swordlight Lotus blooms suddenly!

The horrible swordsmanship across the street burst into flash. In this sad and gloomless dust storm, Lady Ma miraculously saw the other party's ruthless, ruthless eyes, flashing a decisive cold light.

The sword rays and decays, and Ma Lao's sword rays suddenly burst into lotus flowers!

Ma Lao's three hearts cracked, moaning and howling from his throat, swordlight blossomed in defensive swordlight, his body rapidly retracted, exceeding the speed of the flow of light!

But the sword across the way came, the mountain was like a top, crushing his swordlight from lap to lap!

The long sword shines, on the tip of the sword, and the sword shines!

The tip of the sword is your own throat!

Sharp as hell!

Ma Lao San's head was sad, desperate, unable to help, desperately motivated all his potential, instantly bite the tip of his tongue, eject a breath of blood, squeeze out all his vitality, inject it all into his hand, the cyclone was like a whirlwind, the long sword whirled, carrying a light that connected the heavens and the earth, then Ma Lao San turned the long sword into a sword to punch out of his hand and threw it out!

Then, without hesitation, he retreated to his death, then turned around and fled at the highest speed he could, desperately wanting nothing!

When he hasn't turned around, he feels cold on the forehead!

Then he turned around and felt his left hand cool again and his right shoulder cold for a while.

After his thirty years of Mercedes-Benz, he only felt a cool feeling in the back of his heart, then a warm comfort!

Then his body with an astonishing long whistle, rolling all the way down the hillside, into the small woods when he came in, he felt chest pain, chest pain, shoulder pain, forehead pain when he plucked out of the small woods!

Vitality in the body, rapidly dissipating.

A feeling of death, rushing into his mind.

At the last moment, Chuyang broke his forehead with a sword and cut a blood hole in his forehead! After he turned around, the two swords cut off his arms together; when he rushed out of his thirty lengths, the warm comfort after a pleasant cold, but Chuyang swordlight penetrated his rear heart, moving back and forth.

The blood in your body pours into the five dirts, which is the brief warmth and comfort. Or the final pleasure that Reaper gave to mankind!

Ma Lao's eyes were blurred, he was desperate, and he knew he was dead.

Even if all the supremes of the world were to bring all the cultivation into their own bodies at the same time, they would have absolutely no hope of survival!

But he didn't want to! Unwilling to die like this, Chu Feilong is a scoundrel, not to mention the 13th Master over there and his own brother!

They're all in danger!

Even if you die, bring the news back!

He never dreamed that the ‘18-year-old' who was facing the 'cultivated' this time was such a horrible character!

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