: 1040, one blue, one white, first base

"Since you don't use it, it becomes my nourishment." Li Muyun smiled sullenly. At this time, he never again asked the gentleness and righteousness of the swordsmanship, but the whole person was sinister. Even the voices have become infiltrated: "Since you told me again and again, the waste is damn, so if you waste this, give me to die!"
At the entrance of the soul, the strength of Li Muyun's strength rose.
He pinched the seal, and the ghosts behind him were like black clouds boiling. In the meantime, thousands of souls loomed, crazy roaring, as if from the ancient roaring sound, then his body suddenly appeared two huge The black fuzzy face is hundreds of meters high and looks very strange.
As Li Muyun kept pinching out the seals, the face became clearer and clearer.
A sneak peek, a solemn look, and even facial expressions are clear.
"True Ghost - God - India!"
Li Muyun drank.
Two huge faces screamed out, and they rolled toward Ding Hao like two mountains.
This is a terrible supernatural power, the face changes, and there are constant expressions of joy, anger, sadness, happiness, hate, pain, jealousy, epilepsy, annoyance, etc. Each expression can affect people's seven , Inspire the warriors of the warriors.
Ding Hao's face was slightly dignified.
This blow contains the power of the ghost ghost that died before. It is obvious that Li Muyun combined the power of the soul into his own magical power.
When Li Muyun was not yet martial, he continued to devour the essence of other people to cultivate, the dead bodies of countless sucked adults who appeared in the battlefield of Baisheng, and the battle of 100,000 mountains in the Shen En continent. In the Battle of the Sanctuary, he did not know how much of the martial arts that had been swallowed up, and he had the power of today.
This method of engulfing is obviously a terrible esoteric.
Ding Hao's double fists are heavy, and the blasts and lightnings around the body are more and more sudden.
I saw his left fist flame lingering, the right fist ice and boiling, the dazzling light bloom, the time has endless swords and swords, the bundle of swords and swords and swords broke out, the indescribable sharp cutting breath burst.
His figure is not moving, and a general trend is filled.
Bang!
The two fists rushed out and the meaning of the sword broke out completely.
Countless knives and swords are lingering in the face of the grimace and the face of God. It seems to the outsiders that it is a stalk of flames and a sword of ice that is like a rapids.
Booming!
Crazy impact, the facial expressions of the grimace and the face of the face become blurred, gradually picking up, there seems to be the roar of the devil from the devil world, from the shock of two giant mouths, this is a kind of sound power, the time shattered The phantom of countless fire knives.
"魑魑魍魉... Give me a break." Ding Hao drank, above the boxing, the sword and sword broke out again.
Nowadays, as long as the heart is in full swing, everything is a sword.
The sound of Hongyan’s long sound came, fighting the power of the sound of the face and the face.
The four sides of the sword are as strong as a madness.
Under the turbulence of the sound waves, the wall of knives is almost impossible to hold.
Everyone in the time square is completely discolored. This level of fighting is too dangerous. As long as the sword is mad or ghostly, the square does not know how many people are dead.
Boom!
A series of violent bursts of energy came out.
The face and the face were finally smashed.
call out!
A sword light crossed.
Li Muyun's body shape was shocked, and a bunch of blood flowers exploded on his shoulder.
he got hurt.
With a low drink, Li Muyun took a backhand on his shoulder, and a black smoldering burned, instantly removing the sword's power from the shoulder wound, and the wound recovered in a blink of an eye.
At the same time, Ding Hao's offensive was crushed like a gust of wind and rain.
Endless fire knife ice sword phantoms come.
Li Muyun screamed and his body turned into a black mist.
Ding Hao’s eyes are swallowed, and his eyebrows are ruptured, and the golden light shines through the golden light. Through the black mist, Li Muyun’s figure is captured in an instant, and the mind is moving, and the lightning knife continues to descend. .
"Hey, hehe..." A sigh, Li Muyun appeared in the figure, slightly embarrassed, again injured, spouting a blood arrow.
Countless thunder and lightning fell from the sky and locked Li Muyun's figure.
"Ding Shi brother's men's mercy..." The other people outside the "Seven Yimeng" were in a very complicated mood. Seeing this scene, Chen Sheng couldn't help but speak out.
Ding Hao heard, the heart sighed slightly, and the lightning flashed away instantly.
Li Muyun did not appreciate it.
Taking advantage of this time, he screamed, his body shape changed again and again, like ghosts flickering, every time it flashed, leaving a phantom in place, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of Li Muyun's phantoms appeared, each with a body and ontology The same breath and strength, with a ghost face smirk, attacked Ding Hao.
Ding Hao slammed out and the sword broke out.
An oncoming phantom moment was shattered by smashing.
"Personality? A fake body has almost the same strength and breath as the body, a little bit of meaning," Ding Hao does not move like a mountain, breath like a sacred, standing in the same place, motionless, the sword of the whole body flashes, there is an invincible The momentum, no matter how the ghosts rushed, was smashed in the first time by the full sword.
This is the first time that Ding Haowu has penetrated the momentum, and the first time he has completely changed his mind with the sword and sword.
Even if it is a strong enemy like Li Muyun, it will be completely suppressed without using the magic knife and the rust sword.
The sword and the sword are combined with the potential, almost invincible, quite a knife and a sword to break the momentum of the law.
"This should be the true power of the sword and the sword. In the past, my understanding and use of the sword and the sword was too superficial. The true sword and sword are not driven by the sword, but by the sword. As soon as you read it, the sword will follow, not only the two palms and the feet, but also the most sharp attack in every place above and below the body, constantly and continuously, and completely suppress the opponent..."
Ding Hao constantly comprehend in the battle.
call out!
Jianguang shot, another Li Muyun phantom was crushed.
There are still seventy identical phantoms around.
Ding Hao stood in the same place and was on the defensive.
He carefully observed that there was only one phantom for each attack. After being crushed, the next phantom will launch an attack. This is in line with the strength of Li Muyun. If nearly 100 phantoms are attacking with Li Muyun's ontology, It is too horrible to be able to attack at the same time. It is an invincible supernatural power.
"These phantoms are similar to the prosthesis, there is no soul drive, so they can't attack..." Ding Hao soon saw some clues. Li Muyun used a certain secret method to push the prosthesis, and only one could be activated at a time.
Around Ding Hao's body, it is a phantom, and each one seems to be illusory, but it may be attacked at any time. It is unpredictable and a bit unpredictable, but it is also a little troublesome.
but……
"Since I don't know which one is a fake attack, then it will all be destroyed." Ding Hao shouted, the endless swordsmanship sprouted, the wind and the rain reappeared, every drop of rain was a sword, every A hurricane is a knife.
Hey!
Innumerable pseudo-body around the moment was pierced by the sword, as if it were a bubble.
The fake body that is difficult to break by ordinary attacks is scattered before the sword and the sword.
At the same time, Ding Hao suddenly turned around and bounced backhand.
boom!
The fist bombarded in the void, it seems to have encountered a block, and then the ripples rippled, Li Muyun's body image is the image on the film in the darkroom, revealing little by little, his hands are like ghosts, on Ding Hao's fist.
However, it is obvious that he has lost the advantage of flexibility. In the face of Ding Hao’s invincible sword, he does not have an advantage at all.
"Hey..." Zhang mouth and a blood arrow spurted out, and Li Muyun flew out again.
This battle for him is really a grievance to the extreme.
The magical powers of the Nether Ghosts are extremely secretive and powerful, and they have thousands of derivations. Otherwise, it is impossible to leave the name of Hehewei on the mainland of God for thousands of years, but when encountering an opponent like Ding Hao, the sword is so skillful. Hey, breaking all the illusions, making his supernatural powers useless, and being restrained by nature.
Ding Hao’s shape is like electricity, and he’s followed up, and it’s a punch.
The ice sword broke out.
But at this time -
"Oh... Ding brother, please let me know."
A strange sigh rang in the ears of everyone, full of endless sorrow and indifference, as if it was a person with endless sadness, sighing gently in your ear.
In the square, everyone feels a sense of sorrow in a moment, and there is a feeling of no interest.
A few very real strong people bite their tongues and quickly wake up from this emotion. The heart is shocked. What is the sacredness of this, just a sigh, can affect people's heart and soul?
Ding Hao slightly frowned, and closed his fist.
But at this moment, Li Muyun captured a rare warfare technique, and his body shape turned into a black inflammation. He rushed over like lightning, and the ghosts and gods screamed and started to fight back.
Ding Hao changed his face and smashed his eyes. ,
But at this moment, it was a sigh.
A figure fluttering in white, I don't know how it appeared in the battle of the four walls of the sword. The palm of the hand was shot in the air, and it was facing Li Muyun. The two men made a hard fight.
boom!
The loud noise, the terrible energy fluctuations spread out layer by layer.
The impact of horror instantly shattered the walls of the sword.
Ding Hao shouted, his mind was moved, and Jianguang’s shot was replaced by four walls of swordsmanship, which intercepted all the fluctuations.
In the sky, people can see that there are two people in the field, one black and one white, each stepping back three or four steps.
The smoke scattered.
Three figures inside, standing quietly.
One green, one white, one black -
There are even more.
Looking for a monthly ticket, this month's ticket is too low.