Chapter 37: One sword flying fairy

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　　All the disciples in the sword pavilion looked at their matching swords in amazement, because they were trembling, and the entire Wanjian Mountain was trembling!
The girl sitting on the edge of the lake and fishing a sword suddenly raised her head and looked towards the center of the lake. The lake of Burial Sword Lake in front of her began to burst and boil, and every sword inserted in the lake fell towards the center of the lake, as if toward the king. worship! And began to release the earth-shaking sword energy outside, forming a tornado-like sword energy storm above Wanjian Mountain!
　　The middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the lake opened his eyes, put his hand under the lake, and then slowly lifted it up. It was a sword!
　　 The sword body is vague, just a phantom, but it seems to be burdened with thousands of burdens, the middle-aged man is very slow to mention it! As the sword shadow rises in the center of the lake, sword shadows rise all over the lake, like a million heroes guarding behind the emperor!
　　 After a while, the middle-aged man shot his sword into the sky! Fly straight to Shanxia Metropolitan City!
　　 One sword goes down the mountain, ten thousand swords follow each other!
　　 "One sword knocked down my Wanjian Pavilion Hundred Years Amulet. Your Highness must not let me down." The middle-aged man's voice echoed above the lake, but there was a faint weakness after being relieved!
At this time, on the streets of Tsing Yi Lane in the Metropolitan City, Zhao Yu stepped forward, and the celestial sand on the ground flew around him again, exuding dazzling starlight, making the figure rushing towards the old lady dreamlike. Kind of strange beauty.
　　 Suddenly a sword came to the sky, and the past is empty!
　　 A sword flying fairy!
　　 No, it is a sword with a million handles from the sky!
　　A sword shadow appeared in front of Zhao Yuqiang without warning, and then countless sword shadows surrounded Zhao Yu in the middle! It formed a dragon of ten thousand swords, roaring and shredding the raindrops, air, void, and the old lady's thunder field!
　　 The sword's edge is passing, Pianruo shocked!
　　 The old lady’s Thunder World is broken!
　　 Jianying continued to move forward, Zhao Yu also continued to move forward, Wan Jian cleared the way, invincible!
The old lady under ten thousand swords showed a look of astonishment, and then sighed, her expression a little lonely, although she had already looked at Zhao Yu very high in her heart, she still underestimated His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun, now her domain is already Bro, facing the stegosaurus formed at the end of the hundred years in Wanjian Mountain, even though she was the world's top master, she felt powerless.
　　 But never underestimate a great master who has lived for a long time!
What's more, behind this great master stands Yunyu, one of the fourteenth names in the win. The old lady is the only female of war who survived the Yunyu's self-determination era. She was once the deputy marshal who commanded the great army of Daxia. , Before the rebellion, occupying the fourth place in the Great Summer Mountain and Sea Ranking of the Shenji Pavilion, the five-fold cultivation base of the birth and death realm is only one step away from the land fairyland!
　　 The old lady stuck the Yuxie Gun on the ground, closed her eyes, and opened her hands outward. The bright red robe swaying under the sword was so dazzling.
　　 A creamy white essence soared into the sky, rushing into the sky, the raindrops in the sky were instantly forbidden, and then all rolled back upwards.
A ray of light shone straight down from the sky, shining on the old lady. The old lady under the light exuded a crystal clear light. The vitality of the heaven and the earth was drawn away in an instant, and the boundless aura continued to climb upward. Everything trembles, the world surrenders!
　　 The lucky old lady at this moment, under the shroud of ten thousand swords, forcibly burned her life and stepped into the land fairyland, that is to say, she is sanctified!
　　 She can only survive for ten breaths even after being sanctified! Then she is also a saint of ten breaths!
　　 In a certain way, a saint is to walk the avenue of heaven and earth in the world!
　　The saint is an infinite existence in a finite world!
　　 The sword shadow above the sword dragon's dragon head collided with the light descending from the heavens and the earth, and the sword body entered halfway inside, and could no longer enter, and thousands of swords behind him were blocked from the beam of light!
When 　　 becomes sacred, there will be the laws of heaven and earth to transform the body, and it cannot be disturbed. That is the rule of heaven and earth!
　　 Although the sword shadow is boundless, but it is still in this world, it must abide by the rules of this world!
　　 But there is a figure who is still ignoring the rules and moving on, it is Zhao Yu!
　　 Zhao Yu, surrounded by the celestial sand, directly slammed into the white pillar of holy light formed by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. The alien thing, the celestial sand, can break through all the barriers of heaven and earth, including the pillar of holy light!
　　 Therefore, the emperor grandson Zhao Yu is close to the grand master of early autumn!
　　 Then the sky full of stars and cinnabar directly turned into a ball, enclosing the two inside, isolating the repulsion of the Tiandi Dadao against rule-breakers!
　　 The old and the small eyes are looking at each other, and you can see a firm and indomitable killing intent in each other's eyes!
　　 The old lady raised her right finger and pointed at Zhao Yu's eyebrows!
　　 Sage finger!
　　 Zhao Yu pulled out the wooden hairpin on top of his hair, and black hair flew all over the sky, thrusting it into the temple of the old lady!
　　The wooden hairpin is very old and simple, and there is a cloud carved on the tail of the hairpin. Its name is Yunzhan, and it has been inserted on the head of the master for nearly a hundred years!
　　 The whole world is frozen and frozen, the rain no longer falls, the wind no longer blows, and the air no longer flows!
　　 But the old lady's finger was not really true, because a picture appeared in Zhao Yu's eyebrows, showing the mountains and rivers, the sacred mountains and holy lakes!
The appearance of the phantom of Daxia Heavy Equipment Mountain and Sea Map blocked the saint’s finger, and Zhao Yu’s cloud hairpin did not insert it, because the old lady took a small step forward gently at that moment, avoiding the master’s Cloud hairpin.
　　 Two breaths after time, the old lady still has eight breaths to live!
　　 "Zao Wou-ki, you come out, why didn't you come out, why didn't you see me before I died? Come out, or your grandson will die. Come out for me!"
The old lady’s silver hair has completely turned into thousands of blue silks, and her old skin has become delicate and smooth again, revealing a beautiful face. Against the background of the red robe, she looks like a bride to be married. Son, she has always liked to wear red robe, just thinking that one day she can marry him directly! But now the bride’s eyes are full of tears, running down her face, crying and crying.
　　 Although she has been sanctified, who can hide from the word of love? Not even a saint!
　　Fortune in early autumn, stretched out both hands to grab the phantom of the mountain and sea map and tore it to both sides, the phantom split from the middle and was torn in half directly! Then continue to point out, or point to Zhao Yu's eyebrows!
　　 Five breaths of time have passed!
　　 I won’t stop seeing you!
　　 "Hey, early autumn, early autumn, why are you so troublesome!"
　　 A sigh came from the void, instantly resounding throughout the world! A phantom finger stretched out from Zhao Yu's eyebrows, and hit the old lady's saint with one finger, and couldn't help it!
　　 It is reasonable to say that the old lady should be very happy to hear the voice of Chaosi's dream, but she did not, instead she was full of anger and despair!
　　 "It's not you, Bi Ma Wen, it's not you, you are dead, you let Zao Wou-ki out, you let him out! Why are you!"
"Hey, Chuqiu, there is no Zao Wou-ki in Yu'er's sea of ​​consciousness. This is just a remnant thought left in the cloud hairpin before I die. Chuqiu, listen to my persuasion, let go, you have done a lot of wrong things, don't Continue to make mistakes." The Master sighed again.
　　 "Let it go? You told me to let it go? How do I let it go? How do I let it go!"
　　 The rejuvenated old lady cried forward, and the saint smashed the master's remnant thoughts with one finger, and finally hit Zhao Yu's eyebrows!
　　 Ten breaths have passed! In the early autumn of the red robe, the dying luck, turned into a little bit of fluorescence, disappeared, and returned to the main road!
　　 The world screams, the death knell rings, and the saint falls!