Chapter 100: 【】

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Yin Yue is not crazy, but the mind is more and more awake.
Along the way, he was screaming and screaming, and all kinds of instruments were overwhelming to him. He holds the sword and kills people, and the speed is not reduced.
Those who can keep up with him are not enough to stay in the snowfield one or two, but there are also hundreds of people, and they are chasing after more than ten feet. What's more, the road ahead is constantly entangled with the magical force, looking at the black pressure. As long as he is a little slower, he will fall into the front and back.
How to look is a desperate and desperate situation.
The real yuan collides with the magic, and the brilliance of different instruments is intertwined. The place where Yin Yin went up raised the snow curtains, the blood on this path was sprayed, the corpses were everywhere, and they extended straight to the snow peaks, as if from the human purgatory to the sky.
Yin Yiyue can be called a person to stop killing, and a Buddha to stop killing Buddha. In the daytime, I was born with a sense of familiarity. It was like a long and distant time and space, and I had to fight for thousands of miles, killing the snow-capped peaks.
The spirit is highly concentrated, and the sword orientation and sword strokes are calculated continuously. The mountain river quickly consumes the gods. The sword gas quickly consumes the real yuan, causing him to burst through the body's meridians, but it does not hurt, but only feels happy.
Very happy!
The white hair sword repaired from the Palace Court on the Xuefeng, and the red light of the Zhuwa Jinwa was lit up. The edge of the dark clouds on the horizon also sheds thousands of red awns.
It is a large array of passive triggers buried in the Golden Palace.
No one was intercepted in front of him. The magic repairman who saw more than ten feet behind him saw the red light and the sky, and the emperor retreated to avoid the indiscriminate attack when the formation was opened.
Yin Yi stopped at the height of the building and the highest building, the foot of the eight-fold loft. The wind blew his clothes, and the sleeves were hunting and flying. The blood ran down the Linyuan sword, and the blood was like a demon.
There is a long red light between the heavens and the earth, and the strong atmosphere is condensed into the essence, turning into a tens of millions of sharp edges, as dense as a net, pressing down the invaders!
Tonight, the jade is not in the eye, and the power of the Devil's Array is less than half. Otherwise, the accumulation of the Golden Palace for millions of years is enough to make any saints squander.
Yin Yin flew up and the attic crashed down under his feet. The blood on the sword has already been exhausted, and the body of the sword is as clean as it is, showing the red sky.
He sinks his wrist and then leaves the sword.
Lin Yuanjian came out and quickly pierced the air, and there was a clear sound. Such as the dragon in the wild, echoing throughout the snowfield.
Not arrogant, not enemies, the gods and soldiers along the way all the way straight to the sky.
It seems to be a sword to the sky.
The wind and the sky changed suddenly.
Over the snowfield, the heavy clouds that passed through the year were passed by the sword and began to burn intensely. The violent heat on the sword instantly evaporated the water, and there was no rain or snow falling. The starlight behind the dark clouds rushed out, shining on the white snow, such as the silver jade, flashing bright light.
As the sword moves all the way, the glaring light shines from the snow, as if to open a dividing line between the morning and the night. The temples of the Golden Palace on the Xuefeng, the snowy hills and glaciers in the snowfield are illuminated.
The whole Donglu, the magical repairs that are chasing and intercepting, the hunters in the wilderness, and the ordinary people in the town streets, are looking up at the same time.
In the dark night, there is a spark of fire across the sky. It is faintly discernible in the shape of a sword, wearing a cloud and breaking the fog, making the vast starry sky appear.
On the nine days, there is a faint ignorance of the supreme pressure. The stars of the stars seem to fall on the sword. The quaint long sword glows with unrecognizable brilliance, as if it were burning to become a fierce fire.
Indigo night sky, silver starlight, red flame, the picture is too magnificent, shocking to think.
"This is... what sword?"
Yin Yin is standing in the wind, Linyuan sword falls from the sky, the process seems to be long, but in reality it is instantaneous. With the energy of shackles, the power of destroying the earth and destroying the land, Lin Yuan returned to his hands.
Ling Xiaojian started his first style - Xinghe Shen.
Compared to the faint glare of innocent warfare in the seaside town, it is far from the difference.
The brilliance of the entire starry sky is condensed on the sword.
Some people on the snow peak turned to the mountain, and the number of people was increasing. They didn't even know why they were going down the mountain. They just followed the instincts of the practitioners and rushed to the snow peak with the fastest speed.
The look of the edge of the cliff was completely cold, and it seemed to guess what Yin wanted to do. If he can leave here, or if his power can leave, he will never let this sword come into being.
However, just when the talents were in the first place, his knowledge was introduced into the illusion of the heavens and the nine turns, under the stars.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yuyue joined forces with Xingshan Temple to join forces to defend the enemy. One eye knows how to fight. Later, even if the eyes are not used, they will know who will lead the enemy, who will assist, when to return, and when to attack.
Together with the swords on the snowy peaks, Luo Mingchuan made a decision. This kind of technique has the same effect as the meditation of Guan Guan. If Rong Rong breaks through the border, he will also suffer serious rebellion.
At this time, when the people were in the illusion, they were killed by the magical objects of the stars, but the voice was clearly introduced into the sea.
"Even if you kill me and end the war, what can you do?"
"I am dead, the blood of the 100,000 magic repairs is invalid, naturally hate you into the bones, even if you are repaired as super-excessive, the ants are also biting dead."
The next sentence is to say to Yin Yin,
"Why, your brothers practiced the Tianluo nine turns is a heresy. The righteous monk can't accommodate him. After the war, no one doubts him. The human heart is more terrible than the sword."
"You will stand on the opposite side of the world. Can you kill the people for him?"
Yin Yi answered the same voice. "You and I have different views on the world. There is nothing to say."
No matter how the process of Luo Mingchuan's practice of the gentleman's road is demanding, no matter what they encounter in Xingshan Temple, they always have goodwill to the world. Still willing to trust others and believe in yourself.
No more words, he took the sword in both hands and smashed it onto the snow peak.
With the realm of Yin and Yue, the use of Ling Xiaojian to urge Linyuan is far from being free. When Fang Yuanyuan returned to his hands, he felt that the wrist bones were cracking, and the meridians were smashed by the sword, expanding to almost burst. And he stood in the air, just sinking and sighing, and then re-sword.
The sword body is condensed with a spark of fire, and there is a heat wave in the sword. The snow of the whole year begins to melt. The tens of thousands of gold tiles of the palace pavilion are smashed, the walls of the Zhu are collapsed, and the smoke and dust are mixed with the wind and snow.
Tongtian Xuefeng is the core of the entire Xueyuan spiritual vein. The intricate veins gather here, condense into a hub, and form an aura cycle with the heavens and the earth.
The starship of the river is a sword, the pulse of the pulse is endless, the cycle is broken, and the half of the demon array is red.
His first sword was overcast, so the array was broken, and the second sword smashed the snow peak.
‘Xinghe Shen’ is the starting point of the sword, and it is more than attacking. The second sword is not the same as the trend, and chooses the ‘sea tide student’ that is getting better.
He directly used the last style of Ling Xiaojian, Shanhegui.
"Booming -"
The vertical and horizontal swords finally landed on the east side of Xuefeng, and the earth trembled if there was thunder.
At first, it was only a crack that was invisible, and fine snow ran down from the mountain peaks. In a blink of an eye, it merged into a huge snow body. The terrain of the snow-capped peaks is high, and the speed of the falling snow falls sharply, eventually turning into terrible energy.
"what happened!--"
Yin Yi stood at the highest point of Xuefeng and faintly heard the shouts of the mountain. The team was stationed in the eastern side of the snowfield, and the magical army that prepared the ship to cross the sea, after hearing the echo, decisively fled, but was suddenly submerged in the flooding snow.
He has been calculating from the beginning, how much energy can destroy the cohesive force of the veins on the snow, so that a large avalanche that never happened appeared on this snowfield. And what kind of sword, what angle, where to fall, the extent of the avalanche covers the largest area.
From the first style to the last one, it looks like two swords, and the sword of the world is already in it.
The knowledge of God and the real element are exhausted, and the more Yin Yin falls from the air, the body is like a bone, and every inch of the bones is boundless. He stood on the pillars of the sword, surrounded by the turmoil of the collapse of the mountains, and the roar of thunder and thunder.
It is clearly an extremely dangerous situation, but there is a sense of familiarity, such as the ancient torrents scouring the wilderness, rushing, and instantly drowning him.
When I saw the familiarity of the Changyuan Temple, the familiarity with the snow peaks, and the familiarity of the pictures in front of me, all of them were woven into a net, which made him fall into an extremely empty state.
I can't hear the snow mountain roaring, I can't feel the shaking of the earth.
Lin Yuanjian’s quiet grip in his hands, for thousands of years, is no different.
Almost at the same time, Luo Mingchuan on the edge of the cliff coughed up a blood.
Rong Rong has broken through the border,
"The magical thing is born in the world, and it is endless. I am the same now. I am the master of the abyss. How can you kill me in the abyss?"
In the illusion of the illusion, the magical thing of the 陨星渊 is controlled by Luo Mingchuan. In reality, the opposite is true. There is a blood connection between Rong Rong and the magic object.
The mighty magical interest rose from the abyss to the snow peaks, suppressing the lingering spirits.
Even if there is no cloud, the stars are eclipsed.
Luo Mingchuan raised his head, because the heavy wounds of the backs were pale, and the twilight became dark as ink.
He looked at the abyss and the abyss was watching him.
Then he jumped out.