Chapter 1479: War

Chapter 147th War
"You can try!"
Xia Ming looked at the wandering soul, and did not look afraid.
"well!"
The wandering soul smiled wickedly. In this dark night, the wandering soul's slightly eerie voice laughed, as if the ghost was crying. It sounded a little scared and terrified.
"Three beheaded souls."
Under Xia Ming's eyes, the spirit slowly lifted up his long knife, and the vitality in his body was poured into this long knife. Under the instillation of vitality, the long sword buzzed in the night. It sounded a little weird.
The next moment, Wandering Soul's eyes fell on Xia Ming's body, and a faint voice spread out, making the surrounding environment more gloomy.
"You spirit three times first, you soul."
As the ghostly voice of Yousoul opened up, the next moment, the figure of Yousoul disappeared into the spot instantly. Xia Ming did not dare to see this situation.
Xia Ming's sword was waving in his hand. Xia Ming's side had a terrible sword atmosphere. This sword atmosphere seemed to cross the world, and it felt like a river and a mountain.
As long as Xia Ming's heart moves, this terrible sword spirit will cross the river and mountain, and this river and mountain will be cut into pieces instantly.
This terrible collection of too mysterious and energetic, even with a whine, this whine sounds like a ghost crying, making people feel productive.
Feeling this terrible momentum, even the face of the wandering soul is also shocked. What kind of martial art is this? How could it be so powerful? A set of martial arts can actually cause this kind of power, and it is really powerful.
"What martial arts are you doing!" Wandering spirit looked at Xia Ming solemnly, and he could feel the horror of this martial art.
"Kill your martial arts!" Xia Ming snorted coldly.
"Baga, even if your martial arts are superb today, I will kill you."
"cut!"
The wandering soul's eyes flickered with fierce color, and his complexion was also implied.
At this moment, Xia Ming let go of his own power and gave it his full strength, because he knew that this wandering soul was a half-powerful stepping into the mysterious level. If he did not do his best, it would be possible to die.
Xia Ming stepped on the Eight Immortals. The Eight Immortals were an upgraded version of fast running. The eight Immortals had strange steps. There were eight steps in total, and each step was extremely mysterious.
The main thing is that each step is confusing, and it can be said that it is a ghost.
At the same time, on Xia Ming's sword, there seemed to be a flash of light. This powerful light seemed to illuminate the night, and it looked extremely terrible. What was even more weird was that the light was powerful and full of power. the power of.
This time, Xia Ming's Fei Xian Sword Art is obviously different from the last one.
The last time he showed it, there was no such deterrent effect, but this time, it was more shocking and scary than before.
"go with!"
The terrible power surged, Xia Ming's eyes were cold, Long Xiao in the hands, stabbed in the volley, and for a time, the light flickered. Even in the surrounding trees, numerous sword marks appeared. .
"Zhu Zhuang's peak, how can we compete with Haoyue and die."
Feeling this terrible sword, the soul soul's eyes and pupils also shrank, and then they drank aloud, holding the knife in both hands, struggling to split Huashan.
"Boy, you have martial arts in your free time, but you have no power to exert him. It is really a violent heavenly thing, and you might as well give it to me, so as not to defile this martial art. Haha!"
The wandering soul that slashed down was not afraid at all. He could feel the horror of this martial art, but without the slightest fear. Under this terrible coercion, the wandering spirit laughed wildly, and then the long sword has fallen. Come down.
"Ding Ding!"
In this forest, the sound of the sword collision sounded, which made the surroundings silent, and the two cold awns staggered, and the entire forest seemed to be shrouded in this qi and sword.
In this terrible confrontation, Xia Ming's hand started to tremble. It seemed that he couldn't hold the dragon, and that terrible force seemed to cut off his sword.
"Well, this martial art is in your hands, it's vulnerable. Give it to me honestly!"
In this dark night, the wandering laughter of the soul resounded, and the laughter was overflowing, as if Xia Ming was about to become the ghost of his sword.
"Humph!"
Xia Ming looked indifferent. In his eyes, the light flashed, and the sound of sneer sounded.
This wandering soul is indeed extremely powerful. Even if you use the first style of this flying fairy sword, it is difficult to resist this guy's sword.
However, this sword was originally a hegemon in the army, and that kind of domineering was not owned by his sword. Fighting with the long sword, his sword was more agile.
Xia Ming took a deep breath. Under the eyes of this soul, Xia Ming's eyes were surging, his body was too mysterious, and once again frantically poured into this dragon Xiao, at this moment, Long Xiao issued a slight The sound of Jianming.
Ordinary long swords, I am afraid that Xia Ming ’s Tai Xuan Qi is not able to bear it. His Tai Xuan Qi is cultivated according to Tai Xuan Qi. The domineering of Tai Xuan Qi is probably a little higher than Yuan Qi It seems that the vitality is a little bit worse than Tai Xuan Zhenqi.
With the selection of infuriating, the sound of this sword is getting louder and louder, and at this moment, Xia Ming's eyes are also glittering with gold, becoming more intense.
"Buzz!"
Under the sight of this dragon, Xia Ming's Long Xiaojian cut off violently. This cut shines on the sword body, and the light and the sword body complement each other, but in this dark night, it seems that only a streamer can be seen .
"Feixian Sword Art, Two Swords Broken!"
"Oh!"
This time it was cut with a sword, and even the night was bright. A kind of unspeakable impact of the sword atmosphere made the spirits who laughed more than ever, the laughter and joy on their faces all solidified in an instant. A kind of horrible, quickly permeated through the pupils.
"How could this sword have a second form?"
He obviously underestimated this martial arts skill. This first form can actually make a yellow-level peak guy and his own half-step Xuan level, and in the case of using the three souls of the Wraith and the first one, the wind will not fall. The sword turned out to be twice as powerful as the first sword, even if his wandering souls were triple-cut, they could not achieve this amazing effect.
What kind of martial arts this is, the long sword is erratic and unpredictable. If it is an ordinary opponent, I am afraid that it will be cut by Xia Ming.
"No, you can't let this kid continue, this kid is really terrible."
Just thinking about it, Wandering Spirit no longer hesitates. Under Xia Ming's eyes, Wandering Spirit has two hands holding a knife, and the vitality in his body is infused into this long knife. Cut through the stars.
"The second stop of Wandering Souls, Wandering Souls!"