Vol 7 Chapter 160: Yi Tian Jian Chu

There are eight masters along the cliff, just a little observation under the cliff, and immediately aimed at the direction of the foundry to kill the past.
Meng Yuanzhang did not hesitate and yelled, "A thief, catch a thief!"
Then he yelled at Zhao Hunyan behind him: "Go and call someone, their goal is the foundry!" After speaking, he rushed forward.
Zhao Huanyan shouted anxiously: "Why should I call someone, I'm not worse than you, I ..." Seeing that Meng Yuanzhang had rushed up, Zhao Huanyan was lamented, and quickly went back and shouted.
When Meng Yuanxi shouted with a throat, he had already seen the boy at Convenience. The first one waved, and two out of eight immediately separated him from blocking his actions. The other six were no longer concealed, but killed at the fastest speed. foundry.
kill--
Meng Yuanzhang watched the two flutter, one with double hooks and one with a chain gun, all of them were filled with anger and anger, he didn't dare to neglect, and shook hands with the "natural machine stick". As soon as he touched, he made his best Killing move-"No dog in the world".
A bang sounded like a blast of water. It was a stick in all directions at one time. Numerous radon masses were wrapped around the end of the stick. The sound of breaking air broke out together. The sound of "empty air" occurred. The two masters were covered in an instant, which was hard to resist.
The two masters exclaimed in unison, not thinking that this skinny guy was so tough, and this shot was such a frightening play, but the two were not mediocre. Although they were quite panicked at first, they calmed down instantly. In the moment of life and death, he performed life-saving techniques and resisted the dense stick method that almost broke the air.
Suddenly the double hooker's body suddenly spun up, and the two hooks in his hand flipped up and down, like a snake python, supporting the body to resist the attack; while the other warrior who made the chain gun swelled suddenly, and the chain suddenly swelled out. , Which strengthens the strength of the defensive breath ...
For a while, the sound of "Ding-Dang-Dang-Dang" continued, and a fine spark appeared on both of them, just like two burning fireworks, which stood out in the night sky.
The confrontation between the two parties reached a climax in an instant. Meng Yuanzhang tried his best to output, and the two masters resisted, only to see that the following moves were faster and stronger. It was Meng Yuanzhang who broke the opponent's shell, or the other party consumed Meng Yuanzhang's suffocation.
Between several breaths, Double Convenience has fought thousands of moves.
In the end, Meng Yuanzhang took the first move and occupied the first move, and [the dog stick method] the world's unparalleled, this move "the world has no dogs" is by no means ordinary people can resist ...
When Meng Yuanchi saw sweat on his forehead and the suffocation consumed more than two-thirds, the guy holding the double hook on the left finally failed to resist it. A stick method broke into the hindrance of the double hook and was hitting the calf tibia. With a bang, the tibia broke, and the sharp-spinning stone suddenly broke. He didn't allow him to make adjustments anymore. The intensive stick method had crackled on the body like a crazy machine gun. The master's body was not in the air. Naturally it kept twisting. Just between breathing, hundreds of sticks fell on his body, and all his bones were broken. When the mud-like body fell to the ground, he had no breath.
The other person saw his companion dies terribly, exclaimed, and backed out with all his strength, but Meng Yuanzhang had one opponent, and his men were even more powerful. His body drifted into the wind like smoke, and a dense stick figure went to his chest. The master put the chain gun in his body. The front was round and kept spinning, and the chain was tangled like a snake, and then the heavenly stick was firmly entangled.
The master saw a successful move and grinned, and the chain gun on the other side suddenly drilled and ran back to Meng Yuan's throat.
Meng Yuanji hummed slightly, turned his body suddenly to the side, let the gun head pass, and then slammed, and then came behind the master. The master turned around, and the chain gun in his hand was shot again. He felt something wrong and touched his neck. However, the human head fell directly, with a puzzled look on his face, and died on the spot.
Meng Yuanzhang exhaled lightly and got dizzy when he got up, but the output of radon was too violent, which caused collapse.
At this point in his hand, he was still holding one end of the Tianji stick, while the other longer part was still tightly entangled by the other's chain, and between them, a silk-like silk thread was tightly connected.
The structure of the machine stick is magical, ever-changing, and there are no magical uses. Except for Meng Yuanzhang and the designer Lu Botong, even Ye Qingxuan does not know how many magical uses. Seeing that the weapon was entangled, Meng Yuan immediately divided the celestial stick into two sections, and used the silk in between to quickly cut the opponent's head, so he won.
It was at this instant that Meng Yuanzhang discovered that fighting had broken out in the foundry in front, and rescuers behind him, including Tang Rou, Lan Ya, Feng Qingqing, and Zhao Huanyan, had galloped to this side. Only that martial art was not good. Ziyue was left behind by everyone and did not participate.
The casting of the magic soldier has reached the most critical moment, that is, how clever the martial arts of the old man with the Tibetan sword is, he cannot do it at this time, unless he is willing to risk the remaining dozen or so soldiers.
Therefore, when there was an enemy invasion from the outside, he let the apprentice sword slave guard at his side, and he forged the sword in his hand with more effort.
boom!
When the gate of the foundry was broken, several figures rushed into the venue at the same time.
The sword slave sang loudly, holding the sword in his hand, standing firmly in the field, the sword stunned, the violent sigh screamed away, and slammed into the several figures coming forward.
"I'll haunt him, you take the sword!"
The head is a young man with a handsome appearance, a scar across his cheek, and a braid behind his head. He has a purple sword that is narrow and crescent like a moon.
The young swordsman didn't know it, but Ye Qingxuan and others could recognize him as a disciple of Momen Yuezong. The only surviving fifth child of the Zijin thief that year was now known as Zifeng.
Zi Feng suddenly rushed to her body, a body flip, a bright purple swordmang had been cut off, and quickly reached the top of the sword slave.
The sword in the hands of the sword slave swayed horizontally, and the same huge sword flickered. The two met and broke invisible at the same time.
"Stupid weapon!"
The Zifeng people followed the sword, but they still did not forget to ridicule the sword blade in the hands of the sword slave, dragging the knife, the sword was fast and unmatched. Deadly.
But was the sword slave easy? I saw the sword in his hand for a while, and then the blade flashed five times, and the blade became strangely heavy. The suffocation in it suddenly produced a violent gravity field, facing the sky. The sword of the sword, the sword slave just put the knife handle to the ground ...
Long--
A heavy gravitational field suddenly formed, like a giant bowl with an upside down, guarding it, but it was cut to the sky, but it was impossible to break the slightest defense. Both were taken to the side by the gravitational field, and were consumed by nothing. With a stabbing air, Pousso cut on the ground and plowed several blades.
what's the situation?
Magic soldier?
Zi Feng froze and finally understood the key.
Without saying a word, he came forward again, fought bravely, and attempted to capture the sword.
On the other side, the remaining five masters of the magic gate rushed towards the old Tibetan sword and Fengshan who forged the magic soldiers.
At this moment, the old man holding a sword in his hands held a long sword. The sword body was square and nearly four feet long. The sword body was as wide as a slap.
The electric shock in his hand relied on the sky sword, and straightly cut the whale into the sea.
The Yitian sword is different from the ordinary long sword used in martial arts. It has a larger shape, can ride on battles, and can also break armor. Such a heavy sword body can be equipped with martial arts such as the Jiuyin Zhenjing.
At this point, the old man of the Tibetan sword is about to reach the critical moment. The long sword is already red and shiny. With each hammer down, the sword body is brighter. When he sees the soldiers, he will be cast. At this time, five masters of magic gates He rushed to the ground, and his violent gas was beheaded.
The old man with the Tibetan sword guarded his body with anger and anger, and he was forced to carry the blow of the masters. Fengshanmu was about to crack, yelling loudly, and his body moved, and he suddenly stood in front of the master with a heavy hammer in his hand. Falling, when the sound, once again hit the Yitian sword on the anvil.
Bang, bang ...
Several radon breaths at the same time behind Fengshan, his protective bravery is shattered like an egg shell, wow a blood spit, sprayed on Yitian Sword, the sword's body shines wildly, and Fengshan is directly bombarded Go out and head straight for the open furnace.
"Steel Dragon turns over!"
The old Tibetan sword gave a deep drink, and the sword in his hand turned over like a mountain.
Swirling air swept across the mountain on the spot, and at the same time the sword was lifted up, a fire dragon suddenly formed, connecting the heat in the furnace, waving it, the fire dragon roared, and immediately took five people. The second attack of the master of magic ...
Wow!
what--
Two masters of the magic gate couldn't escape, and the fire dragon carried by Yitian Sword swept into four segments at the same time. At the same time, the remaining body became four fire piles, screaming and writhing on the ground, but just breathing, they were burned by the fire dragon. Ashes.
The sword of Yi Tian, ​​soaked with the blood of the master, sounded even louder and brighter.
The old Tibetan sword laughed wildly, "This sword is born from the taste of magic blood, and it will become a demon sword!"
The remaining three masters of the magic gate were horrified by surprise. The old man who forged the sword was so powerful that he could ignite the fire. One of the three retreated, one rolled in place, avoiding the tongue, and the other was fierce. He rushed forward and stabbed him towards the Tibetan sword old man.
The old Tibetan sword hummed, and the sledgehammer was raised backwards. The master of the magic door saw that a hammer was coming, and exhausted his whole body to resist. It was still to no avail. With a spit of blood, the body was thoroughly cooked by the high temperature on the sledgehammer, and the body was breathless before it landed.
when!
The Tibetan sword old man reversed this hammer and leaned on the sky sword in the middle.
A sword sings, Yi Tianjian shines like the sun at this moment.
"Kill him, or we're all dead!" Zi Feng roared, but was furious and could not be separated by the sword slave.
The remaining two masters of the magic gate roared violently, and they tried to kill them ...
The old man with Tibetan sword sweated heavily on his forehead, and the Yitian sword has entered the final stage. The aura of the sword body is condensed. At the time of finalization, he must not be distracted at all, and feel the vitality behind him. The forging sound sounded again.
The two magic masters were overjoyed. The two weapons were less than three inches away from the old body of the Tibetan sword. At the sight, they had to kill and make contributions, and suddenly snorted on the side of the body. The two looked back in shock, and the light in front of them was bright. The incoming person and the incoming swordsmanship turned their heads, and the entire world was darkened.
The world's first assassination swordsmanship—
ten kills in one step
—was extremely sharp.
Nie Xingxie shook the cold glass sword in his hand, and the blood beads flew and closed at the waist.
When I received Ye Qingxuan's note, I secretly returned to the Tibetan front valley just to ensure that this group of soldiers did not have an accident ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I was surprised that in Ye Qingxuan's materials, some people in the magic gate found this place and attacked Come.
According to Ye Qingxuan, the person who can find the secret hidden front valley must be the people in the valley. Nie Xingxie's eyes glanced at everyone, thinking about who the whistleblower told the magic gate.
Huh ...
The breaking sound came, and Nie Xingxie brought a group of women into the foundry. Feng Qingqing saw Fengshan, who was vomiting blood, and sighed "Aba" and rushed over.
Feng Shan shook his hand and laughed: "Qing Qing Mo cried, because he suffered only internal injuries for his father, and there is no danger to his life."
The only remaining Zi Feng was covered with cold, at this time besieged by everyone, and entangled by sword slaves, it was hopeless to escape.
"Put down your sword, and grab your hand!" Meng Yuanquan gave an order, Zi Feng frowned, leaped backwards, and threw the sword in his hand at the same time, sighing: "OK, I surrender!"
At the same moment, there was a buzz of dragon ...
Yi Tianjian was born! (To be continued.)