Chapter 489: Domineering

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It was dark, and Liuli Island was lit with lights, and heated discussions were heated. People have not recovered from today ’s shocking events. Excitement, tension, and anxiety, all kinds of emotions are spreading on this vast island.
The name and legend of the Temple of the Heavenly King was also widely mentioned on Liuli Island for the first time. Many people heard this mysterious and powerful force for the first time.
Hundreds of merchant ships took the risk to go out to sea late at night, and each ship was full of people. Some people were afraid of the witch temple to settle accounts afterwards to destroy Liuli Island and evacuate in advance without wanting to be affected by innocent people. Spread to other places, lest the world is not chaotic.
Qin Ming rented a yard in a secluded place on the island and temporarily stayed.
"Ba Dao, Bai Zhan!"
Qin Ming clasped the handle of the dragon and tiger of the Dadao with both hands. The heavy blade was tilted upwards, reflecting the cold light under the fluorescent light of the torch. The blade is wide, the blade is sharp, and there are no scars on the surface. It is smooth, smooth, and dazzling, glaring and glaring.
Qin Ming held his breath and gazed up. A thunderbolt blew up all over his body, and all his thoughts and spiritual power were injected into the sword.
Ever since he got the sword, he has been on the run and hasn't had time to study it carefully. Holding the domineer, he felt the overbearing power of swallowing the mountains and rivers, the wildness of the battles in all directions, and he couldn't help but dance the long sword and cross the battlefield. When holding the ancient sword of Dayan, it was the sky of spiritual dance and the horror. It is the unrivaled defeat of the enemy and lore. Qin Ming was obsessed with completely different feelings.
He used to think that the world ’s weapons only favored 'swords', but now he knows that 'swords' also obsess him.
"Om!" Ba Dao stirred up the bright air waves, trembling the space, ripples, and stirred up endlessly. There was a strong wind in the courtyard, dead leaves fluttered, the dust was flying, and the branches of the ancient trees were shaking.
In the world of domineering knives, there is endless and vast territory. A majestic man is proud and independent, carrying a huge knife, solemn and solemn, and exuding a heavy momentum.
He looks like a giant mountain, stands proudly in the mountains and rivers, and looks like a stone pillar.
As if the only place in the world.
Qin Ming stood in front of him, carrying a huge knife, and slowly worshipped.
The men's eyes opened openly, clicked, and the loud noise appeared out of nowhere, like the ancient gods opened the world, the white world shook violently, and the scene suddenly changed.
They stood at the ‘Dongjiangtai’, overlooking the Eighth Party. All the squabbles were the army, the blood of iron and blood filled the sky and the mighty world, the faces were cold and majestic, but the eyes were full of enthusiasm.
Qin Ming looked around the audience, looking at the end of the line of sight, all of the army, a different vigor was coming. The passion for the blood sprang up, and the spirit of boldness was surging.
"Hey!" The man trembled his sword, pointed to the sky, bursting into the sky like a hurricane, the clouds were bursting, the sky and the earth were chasing, the man's momentum was instantly high, like a giant in the sky, and a of war like a demon. common people.
"Roar!" The endless army yelled in unison, enthusiastic and mad, the tide was rolling endlessly, as if to take off into the sky.
Qin Ming stood on the top of the platform and felt the overwhelming power of killing, his heart could not stop shaking.
"Array! Fight!" The man shouted, raising his sword to fight.
"Battle! Battle! Battle!" Three roars, loud voices, stunned the sky, the endless army turned around, holding a knife and holding halberds, with lofty sentiments. The army ran for the first time from time to time, like a torrent of turbulence, which slammed the earth. They were the divisions of the Iron Blood, and they were never disadvantaged!
Qin Ming is immersed in the world of domineering swords. There is no inheritance, no martial arts, only the shocking momentum, only the pride of igniting blood, and only the indomitable power. He was obsessed with it and was crazy, and gradually immersed himself in the world of domineering swords and merged into this feast of war.
He turned into a small soldier among the thousands of soldiers, slashed on the battlefield, and grew up in blood and fire.
He bravely killed the enemy, promoted his captain, led a hundred people, and ran on the vanguard.
He chopped the sword, one by one, endlessly, killing endlessly.
He practiced the speed of the sword, realized the meaning of the sword, and precipitated the momentum of the sword.
The so-called slashing of the sword is a complex, simple, and invisible avenue. The slashing of the slashing knife continues in one go, progressing layer by layer, and the sword is more prosperous. Slashing is the second heaven, and the more difficult it is, the more difficult it is to cut the sword with more swords than climbing to the sky. It requires more insight and more complicated skills.
Even the former owner of this sword has spent all his life practicing ‘Hundred Cuts’, but regrets that he stopped at Nine Dragons.
In the courtyard, Qin Ming forgets time and forgets himself, and with the fusion of consciousness and sword body, he constantly dances with the sword. For a long time, he did not blindly pursue martial arts exercises like other martial arts. He paid more attention to physical training and melee combat, so it was relatively easy to cultivate a sword.
The surging vitality of golden blood can keep Qin Ming full of energy at all times, and also solves the high-intensity load of continuous swinging a knife on his arms.
The super physique and explosive power of nearly 50,000 kilograms also make the wielding sword more powerful.
For six days, there was a lot of noise outside, and more and more people gathered on Liuli Island, and they were inquiring about the situation of the day to verify the authenticity of the trident.
The sea area was even more sensational. When the news came back to the reincarnation area, it went up to the witch temple, down to the subsidiary forces, and then to the loner hidden powerhouse. They were shocked.
The ancient sea sacred weapon, the deity trident, finally appeared after a lapse of five years, and has already integrated a tool spirit.
For those who are struggling to search for the Holy Artifact, the temptation of this news is almost a long drought and Ganlin. They are acting at the first time, and strive to win the trident of the desolation before the news shocks the ancient sea!
The vastness of the ancient sea is boundless. It is destined that the speed of news transmission will be very slow. When the ancient sea is shocked, the overlords there will be attracted. It will take at least a few months. This is their only advantage and opportunity. Inside, they searched and hunted hard.
"Squeak." The courtyard door slowly opened. A tender girl stood outside the door and smiled softly: "Little brother, you are hiding here. People are looking for you very hard."
It was Yuner of Daughter's Court, covered with a deep purple cape, covering the delicate and body. Her lips are rosy and charming, her teeth are white as jade and her long eyelashes have an irresistible charm. It may be because of the environment in the daughter's court all the year round, the smoke looks charming, the eyebrows always have a bit of a scent, and the unsettled person may look at her with eyes.
Qin Ming withdrew his consciousness from the dagger, and his eyes gradually returned to clear, but the six-day-five-day "campaign to kill" made him exude a strong spirit of killing and seeing people's eyes reveal fierce gas. "The person you are looking for is not here, please come back."
"Little brother, just hate our Hualou women so much? Do you think we are dirty, or do you think we are cheap?" Yun Er pouted slightly, weeping.
Qin Ming was not bewildered by her appearance, her eyebrows frowned slightly: "How did you find here?"
Yun Er Jiao Yan Yu passed Tianqing, and smiled and walked into the courtyard: "Daughter's Pavilion has been in Liuli Island for hundreds of years, and this foundation is still there."
Yuner actually didn't expect that he would stay on Liuli Island. The Nine Prison King's incident was full of excitement. As the king of the Temple of Heaven, he should leave in disorder to avoid being captured by the Witch Temple or attacked by evil people. He is still wise, and he is expected to be somewhere on the island.
Qin Ming accepted the sword: "If something happens, don't give it away."
"Do you have to be so indifferent? They didn't come to hurt you. You avoided me and dodged me so much that you didn't even dare to look at them. Are you afraid that I will look after you and rely on you, and you won't get rid of it later? Yun Er's playful laughter has infinite temptation. The charming beauty is so charming and delicate that it is as delicate as gelatin, and it seems to be dripping water.