Chapter 275: Sword repair battle

The first long sword slowly flew in the air.
This seems to be a signal. Then, the second long sword is flying in succession, and the long swords that are countless are gathered together. The friction between the sword and the sword continues.
Hundreds of millions of long swords are brought together to gather, and they are gathered into a stream of iron that exudes the spirit of the sword.
Maybe a single sword is nothing, even if you use all your strength to attack, it is just a sip by the ants.
But if millions of ants swept through it, it would be enough to smash everything.
The swords of this order are gathered together, and their power produces a qualitative change of terror.
The iron flow is surging.
The swordsmen began to charge.
With a determination to go forward, with the anger of the world, they cast a final blow towards the conquerors.
The stranger snorted and said: "It’s just something that is not owner--"
boom!
The stern-like sword, once again presented the strongest sword that he had ever exhibited.
Every sword is the sword that is the most proud of the sword.
In this way, they finished the martial arts practice of their own life.
The stranger’s face changed greatly and he felt a bamboo umbrella in front of him.
The bamboo umbrella gave off a faint yellow glow and completely enveloped him.
The stranger is just a sigh of relief, and the difference is steep.
Hey! ! !
Jingtao shot the shore! ! !
The entire Jianhai turned into a giant sword wave dozens of meters high, and fell from him at high altitude.
Huang Mang’s remnant candle in the wind only existed for a moment, and was plunged into the depths of Jianhai by the raging waves.
"I am a -"
boom!
boom!
boom!
Jianhai suppressed his voice and eliminated it.
Jianhai surrounds him and forms a huge vortex.
Hundreds of millions of swordsmen walked in the whirlpool and waited.
They are waiting to show their own life.
This way there is no regrets.
"Ah!"
In the depths of Jianhai, the screams of the monks who came to the heavens were heard.
Countless powerful magic weapons flew out of him, and then quickly destroyed and disappeared.
These powerful treasures that he is proud of have only supported a short moment in Jianhai, and they have been broken up by millions of swords and turned into fly ash.
After a while, the screams became intermittent.
In the end, there is no interest.
The dust settled.
This is a revenge of the world.
Flying swords slowly spread in all directions.
There is only one piece of nothingness in the original place.
Gu Qingshan sighed and said: "Who can think of it, just to summon a sword, can actually kill the monk who is a god."
The thick and low voice of the ground sword sounded: "I have never seen such a scene."
Gu Qingshan said: "You can't get out of the game."
The sword is screaming: "It's a pity."
Suddenly, the place where the gods died in the dead, a red flame bloomed.
In the red flame, an angry scream came out: "Whoever dares to kill my disciple, live impatient!"
This is about a kind of spiritual induction. The disciple is dead here, and the purple shirt can be sensed immediately.
However, he is now in the most critical stage of the robbery, and he will not be able to pass it for a while.
The red flame quickly dissipated, revealing a slap-sized micro-preef.
The array broke out in the void.
Then, a big man appeared in his body and shouted: "Who killed my younger brother, I will take him back and live in public for three days and three nights!"
The spiritual fluctuations in him are much stronger than the one who was just a monk.
When he spoke, the entire cave shook slightly.
This is not a purple shirt, but another disciple he sent temporarily.
Gu Qingshan looked at this person and whispered: "Fortunately, there is still a sword."
He raised his sword and reminded him.
Causal sword.
This is a must-sword, which will return the damage caused by the dead soul and attack the enemy.
The sword disappeared instantly.
It appeared on the chest of Dahan.
The expression of the big man's face was too late to change, only his eyes showed a hint of panic.
Just like never appearing in this world, even a trace of blood, no hair left.
Millions of sword spirits and swords repair the soul of the full force of a blow, even if he is a of the strong, can not resist.
Everything about him was turned into dust and disappeared completely from the world.
Ding!
"You killed the monk in the realm of the gods, you gained 1000 soul power."

The cooling time is over and your soul can be used again to repair the steps.

Gu Qingshan only glanced at it, and couldn’t even look at the prompt.
In the void, the red flame appeared again.
A voice of resentment and anger came out: "Good! Good! Good! After waiting for the break, I will pass now, and you will be ruined!"
The red flame spread again and disappeared.
And the array was bright.
Hundreds of mysterious runes jumped out of the battle, and they quickly joined together and gradually lit up.
Boom!
The emptiness suddenly burst into a loud noise, like being blown up by some kind of power.
A dark, deep hole appeared in the air.
The trembling temperament came from inside, followed by the mighty spiritual fluctuations.
The purple shirt is being robbed, but he can no longer wait.
I only heard a vicious voice coming from the deep hole.
"I have already remembered you - Yuan Ying? How is this possible?"
His voice suddenly became horrified.
The next moment, he will come to the world from the dark hole.
"Sword, we are full of strength." Gu Qingshan Shen Sheng.
"Good!" The sword responded.
The other party is robbing, and quite sorry for himself, it is a good opportunity to attack the sword.
Even if you cultivate it again, as long as you put on this sword, it will not be acceptable.
I only hope that by shrinking the ground, I can surprise the other side with a sword.
The attack power of Jian Xiu is outstanding.
Jian Xiu is a good player to kill.
Even if you can't kill it, it will be enough for the other side to be uncomfortable when it is touched by the sword.
After all, the weight of the sword of eighty-seven hundred and thirty-seven thousand kilograms will be even more terrifying under the support of his sword.
As for living without living, it is no longer necessary to consider it.
Gu Qingshan is on the sword.
At the same moment, Jianhai suddenly boiled.
A flying sword turned into a streamer, and rushed into the dark cave.
There was a sigh of anger in "Let's go!"
Hey!
The flying sword was shot and the lysate was broken on the spot.
All the flying swords are moving.
They burned all their power and accumulated a blow.
Gu Qingshan saw it and screamed: "Stop, so you will be broken!"
The momentum on the millions of flying swords has become more and more prosperous, reaching the apex almost in an instant.
They burn their own spirituality, in exchange for the last power, regardless of the rush to the world.
They have not considered this attack before, can they still exist in this world again.
However, the effort of counting interest, Feijian all poured into the world.
Jianhai turned into nothing.
More horrible than the previous two attacks, such as the violent hurricane, blowing out Gu Qingshan.
There was a deafening bombardment in the black hole, mixed with a screaming voice.
"These swords -"
boom!
The black hole can't bear the power of this kind of world, and it bursts instantly.
The passages of the two worlds disappeared.
The voice of the purple shirt son can no longer be heard.