Chapter 335: Jianxing grassland, as if away from the mountain

All the swords agreed, including the tallest, brightest and dazzling fly in the sky directly in front of the mausoleum. At the same time, the proudest sword had no objection, but the sword trembled slightly, For the sword that came into his body, he seemed a little contemptuous, and he didn't care about the origin of the other party.
Now Lishan Jianyi has let Wanjian communicate with each other. What he needs to do is to let this 10,000 swords use his sword skills. Since it is Lishan Jianyi, of course it is Lishan Jianyi. Dharma-Because of the marriage contract with Xu Yourong and the many stories that happened in Kyoto, in the eyes of many people, there is an invincible hatred between the National School of Education and Jianzong Lishan, and the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God represented by Qiushanjun. But the interesting thing is that the most he will know is the Lishan swordsmanship.
Because the general skill of Lishan swordsmanship has always been with him, and because he has been practicing since the beginning, the genius opponents he met came from Lishan.
Lishan Jianzong is a sword from the southern sect of Zhenshan. He has practiced swordsmanship for generations. From ancient times to now, he did not know how many swords have been created. , Has been firmly remembered by him, of course, he can’t master all the swordsmanship needed for those tricks in just one year, but now there is the one in the yellow paper umbrella With the help of Lishan Jianyi, he has no problems with the use of these swordsmanship. The biggest problem is still his consciousness.
How many ways can his Divine Consciousness be divided into, and how many swords can he control to use those swordsmanship from the mountain?
In the clear sky after the rain, Nan Ke closed his eyes, his face was pale, his black hair was dancing, and his soul was bright, driving the monster to attack the mausoleum and preparing for the final blow. Looking at her and the Beast Tide Black Sea behind her, and the two mountain-like horror beasts, Chen Changsheng also closed his eyes.
More than 30,000 sword moves in the general skill of Lishan swordsmanship, at an unintelligible speed, turned into a real picture, passing through his sea of ​​knowledge.
Around the mausoleum, a slight friction sounded, and then a faint voice could be heard faintly, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, within a few moments, it was impossible to determine the location at all, and naturally it was impossible to attack. The insidious and The powerful earth is coming.
Chen Changsheng still closed his eyes, suddenly raised his right arm and pointed to somewhere in front of Shinto.
As he pointed his finger, in the sky in front of the mausoleum, there was a dense and sharp sword roar.
A hundred swords broke away.
Fu Liu will return home! Eighteen bends on the mountain road! Fall stream! Before Mashan!
These sword moves are the Shanmen swords of Lishan Jianzong.
From the first to the last form, these hundred swords actually used a hundred sword moves.
This is equivalent to one hundred disciples from the mountain Jianzong, who simultaneously issued sword moves.
Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng's true yuan cannot be so full, but don't forget that those swords are burning their lives, this is their last battle. Taking his current cultivation as the realm, and the extremely powerful sword-shaking intent, at this time the power of these hundred sword storms is not comparable to the sword moves issued by ordinary Lishan Sect disciples, but Lishan The disciples of Jianzong's inner disciples, and even the Seven Kingdoms of the Kingdom of God!
One hundred Liangban Lake, one hundred seven rooms, or one hundred Guan Feibai's swords at the same time, what is the power?
Even the strongest person at the peak of Juxing can't reach its edge directly. What about the monster of the upper stage of Juxing?
Jianguang crossed the front of the Shinto, sternly, and deeply penetrated into the ground in front of the Shinto. A mountain gate made of sword light stood like this before the Shinto! This mountain gate is majestic and magnificent, sacred and solemn, as if coming from Lishan!
There was a roar with anger and sorrow in the ground, and then the ground rolled and cracked, and the earth robe with a black blood turned into a streamer, desperately rushing to the periphery of the tomb, in one move I was seriously injured!
One hundred swords did not chase, and slowly fluttered in the sky before Shinto.
Shanmenjiu seems to be in the clouds.
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When there is cloud and mist, there is moisture, and the dark clouds shattered by the sword intention. With the natural thoughts slowly moving closer, the rain falls again in the sky, but it is only a lot more subtle.
Nanke closed his eyes, and Yusi wet her pale face.
The old man playing the piano was covered in blood on the Shinto, and was dead. Ning Cui passed out, and Huaqiu passed out. Only the powerful couple of devil still stood, holding the bent iron rod and the bottom. The iron pot, standing under Nanke, protects her.
Looking at the mountain gate made up of one hundred swords on Shinto, the couple looks dignified-one hundred swords are approaching, and the horror monsters of the upper stage of Juxing are injured instantly, not to mention that the realm is now suppressed in Tongyou Shangjie, even if it is restored to Can the powerful fighting force outside Zhou Yuan take over this round of violent sword attack?
What shocked them most was how Chen Changsheng's consciousness could be so strong that it could be divided into a hundred ways and use a hundred swords to make a hundred sword moves!
Has this kind of continent ever happened in the past?
The soul tree in front of Nan Ke is getting brighter and brighter, and the shadow in the sky is getting lower and lower, gradually lowering below her.
The beast tide like the black ocean finally arrived around the mausoleum, spreading up and starting to attack. Countless monsters roared, roared, jumped on the giant rock in the mausoleum, and quickly climbed upward. In a very short time, the lower half of the tomb was submerged by the tide of animals, a mess, the crowded monsters kept surging, and it seemed a little disgusting.
The mausoleum is too big, the number of monsters is too much, it is everywhere. One hundred swords on the Shinto kept beheading, like a real mountain gate, but there was no way to stop the momentum of the beast tide. Chen Changsheng needs more swords, and those swords are in the sky around the tomb.
Standing in the drizzle on the edge of the stone platform, his face became pale, his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Countless strokes from the mountain swordsmanship, flashing constantly in his sea of ​​knowledge. His divine consciousness, along with the sword intention, fell on the swords of all the swords through the yellow paper umbrella.
A thousand gods know a thousand swords.
Thousands of swords and lights scream.
Numerous screams of sword roared around the mausoleum, which instantly overwhelmed the roar of the beast tide and occupied the entire grassland with the sun never setting.
Countless swords fly through the sky and kill the beast tide!
The light rain could not cover the setting sun on the edge of the grassland, and the red warm light from the seemingly temperatureless light group fell on the swords of the swords.
The swords seemed to burn, flying around the tomb, walking through them, as if they were golden black.
Jinwu Guili away from the mountain!
This is a sword trick.
A powerful sword move.
Wipe it!
Numerous sounds of intensive cutting sounded, and hundreds of monsters on the southwest side of the mausoleum were cut off by a golden sword rain!
Dozens of swords were distributed in the sky to the north of the mausoleum, and the trail brought by the sword was like a flower blooming.
Blossoming flowers!
This is still a sword trick.
On the ground of the grassland, countless profound sword marks appeared instantly.
More than a dozen snakes were rushing to the mausoleum, and the flesh twitched in the blood.
There are countless swords running wildly, fighting with the sharp claws of those monsters.
The blood of the monster is mixed with the luster of the sword, spraying the world.
In the light of the setting sun, Jianming burst into the sea of ​​grass in a tiny inch.
The mausoleum is like a huge fishing boat.
Three sings of fish songs.
This is still Lishan swordsmanship.
Chen Changsheng's face became paler and his body shook more and more.
But he was holding a yellow paper umbrella and stood in the light rain, never falling down, so the swords continued to fight.
Hundreds of swords came to the mountain-like downfall.
Inverted mountain hawk made an angry howl, the stone pillar in his hand, with unimaginable power, smashed towards the sword rain and passed.
There was a blast of noise on the grassland.
Sword rain fell a little bit, and then reformed again, towards the downhill mountain will pass.
Mountain ghost branch rock.
Star hook crosses the day.
Luhua Lingwu.
These were the three tricks that were used continuously at the vine feast, the seven rooms, and the Tang thirty-sixth battle, under the command of Gou Hanshi.
Today it is used by Chen Changsheng to deal with this terrifying monster.
Hundreds of clear sword marks appeared on the mountain-like body of the downhill mountain!
Looking at this scene, and looking at the countless pictures around the tomb, the dignified colors on the faces of Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er were gone, only a pale piece remained. They don't know how many strong human forces they have seen on the snowfield battlefield. They have seen shocking images, and today they saw too many magical things before Zhou Ling.
But at this time, they were still shocked and unable to speak.
Teng Xiaoming looked sad and looked at Chen Changsheng in the rain, muttering, "How is this possible?"
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