Chapter 112: Sword Qi 30,000 Miles

Why would the sword be this honor?
After the sword and sword fairy, didn't Ximen Blizzard usher in the pinnacle of life, why did it become like this pair?
Is it true that baldness can become stronger?
Russell was aggressive, but then thought, why can't a sword thank you!
Yushu Linfeng and Qi Yuxuanang are subjective imaginations that people impose on Ximen Fuxue. They fantasize that swordsmanship is the best in the world, and their appearance and manner are also the perfect idols of dragons and phoenixes.
It is a pity that the sword is also a human being, who is inevitable to eat and drink Lazarus, or to die of old age and sickness. In reality, the sword not only burps, farts, and swears, but also goes to the middle-aged Mediterranean.
It's not hard to understand ...
Simon blows snow for the sword crazy, abandons his wife and seeks ruthlessness, and stays up late every night to practice the sword, just like the killer who stays up late in the writer group, and the middle-aged Xieding is very reasonable and logical.
At this point in his mind, Russell suddenly realized that a generation of sword gods had lost their hair for the Tao. He had a horrible experience that was so disgusting that he really shouldn't.
Thinking of this, look at the crooked and cracked jujube below. He kills his heart. This group of people should kill.
Not because the pretense failed, but Ximen Bingxue set aside life and death for Kendo, and even the hair follicles gave up. What kind of people are qualified to laugh at!
That's right, that's it, definitely not killing people!
"Mediterranean over there, don't pretend to play Ximen in the middle of the night, which team are you from?"
"It's not a pretense. People were just sucking their doors and blowing holes. It's because we listened."
"Oh, as you say, is it the legend of Lu Xiaomiao?"
"Like him, it's almost the same."
"Hahaha, you are so good!"
"..."
The reincarnation laughed wildly and did not put Russell in their eyes at all. The Mediterranean, who claims to be the of swords, is a funny character. Besides, their numbers are dominant, 18VS1, and there are two A-level reincarnation captains, even if they are really close to the sword god, they are also killed by being rubbed on the ground.
Among the laughter and scolding, only the two captains looked grim, and their strength was better than the other reincarnations, and they clearly noticed the existence of the sword.
Throat, heart, spine, head ...
Every deadly position on and around the body was entangled with sword gas, and a slight movement was like a violent sword, which could not be avoided or avoided, and was covered by sword gas wherever I could see.
Mori Han's death made the two breathless, forbearing the oppressive feeling of vomiting, and reached a cooperation agreement again after looking at each other.
Without expecting a teammate in a desperate situation who didn't know it, the thin man closed his eyes, then sharply opened his right eye at Russell. In the pupil, the three hooks turned into a windmill.
"Wind Dragon !!"
The thin man yelled loudly, Fenglong understood it, and yelled now.
I saw his neck and blood vessels bulging, his whole body muscles swelled to open his coat, and a blue dragon on the back was flowing without wind, swimming to his right arm.
The hurricane agitated, blowing people upside down, except for the thin men, all the reincarnations who were still laughing were blown away by the storm.
"drink!"
Fenglong screamed again, waved his right fist, and hit Russell out of the air.
The howling wind roars, the violent tornado turns into a dragon-shaped dragon, and its teeth dance in the air. All the obstacles and barriers were smashed into pieces where the winds and storms swept away.
"Amaterasu!!"
The thin man's right eye bleeds blood, and a black flame is emitted from the pupil. The target is not Russell but a fiery dragon.
The wind helps the fire, and the fire uses the wind to prestige!
The combination of Heiyan and the storm, the burning dragon's body shape has not changed, but the momentum has soared several times. The towering heat wave rushed into the sky, evaporating the clouds previously cut off by the sword gas, and the ground was dry like purgatory.
boom! !! !!
The black dragon opened his blood basin and smashed Russell's location. The hurricane was crushed and the black flames were burned. Just a blink of an eye, the 100-meter-long warehouse was razed to the ground.
With a single blow, Fenglong didn't dare to carelessly. He pointed to his right hand, and the huge black dragon roared into the sky.
"Missing, where is he?"
The wind dragon's eyes exploded, manipulating the gust of wind attached to the sky, and the pain of torn veins, making him feel tortured every second.
"Don't rush, I'm looking for ..."
The skinny man was sweating all over again, and his writing eye was rotating at high speed, capturing Russell's figure everywhere.
Seeing this, the reincarnations knew no matter how stupid they were. The Mediterranean was not a funny character, it was a real sword god, so strong that their captain had to join forces to resist.
Thinking of all kinds of previous deaths, a group of people were pale and scared, regardless of whether they were teammates or not, they were together.
More people are not necessarily powerful, but they can definitely feel better.
Huh! !! !!
The sound of the crisp and sweet Jianming sounded, the aftertaste was ringing, and the aftertaste was endless, making people reluctant to wake up.
Russell walked past the four reincarnations with a straight knife, walking in the courtroom, as slow as walking, but in fact extremely fast. After he left, the four men sprayed their blood and fell to the ground.
Ximen Blowing Snow's sword was not gorgeous. When he reached his realm, he was no longer constrained by the meaning of the move, reduced complexity to simplicity, and killed only one sword.
The reason why his sword is called magical is because of fear. Everyone who has seen his sword die is dead.
Russell questioned that. Did those people really see Simon blow out the snow?
Not necessarily, I'm afraid they didn't even see Ximen blowing snow when he pulled his sword!
Russell turned into a of death one step at a time. The samsaras could not move under the sword's will. They could not do anything except close their eyes and wait for death. In just two breaths, 10 people were killed by drawing their necks.
The level of sparring is too low, and Russell is very dissatisfied. He even suspects that it is easier for Simon to blow the snow than to kill the chickens. How can this battle be felt?
As soon as he stopped and stopped, Fenglong found him under the guidance of the thin man, and turned sharply to hit the ground with a punch. The fire dragon in midair was pulled, hovered and dived down.
"Dead to me !!"
The dragon's head snarled, the behemoth fell from the sky, the majesty was so powerful, and it was extremely tyrannical!
Russell didn't hide or wink, and frowned lightly at Kendo, then aimed at the falling black dragon, and stabbed a knife slowly.
Ordinary, just like the old man in the park trained a health sword.
Click! Click here ------
The surface of the straight knife was full of cracks and broken one inch by one inch. When Russell completely stabbed this move, the entire blade was broken, leaving only the handle in the palm of his hand.
Rumble ------
The black dragon fell, and the dragon's body sank into the ground from beginning to end. After a short silence, the powerful shock wave swept away from all directions in this direction.
There was no roaring explosion, and the terrorist power carried by the Black Dragon poured into the ground, tearing and crushing the ground directly. The cobweb-like cracks burst out, and the rising dust shook the circle and expanded, and the hurricane was blowing all over the field.
Fenglong got up from the ruins and looked at the depths of the dust, spitting his mouth: "Great guy, when was there such a figure in the Lord God space, but it was dead after all."
The thin man pushed away the masonry on his body, coughed up a blood, and was in doubt: "No, Aurora's melanitis doesn't burn, but it just didn't take effect!"
As the voice fell, Fenglong chuckled in his heart, recalling the scene just now, the wind he controlled was out of control at the last moment.
When the two were shocked, a whistle of sword gas softened, and the dust all over the ground fell to the ground, exposing Russell in the center of the field unscathed.
Within three feet of his feet, the ground was safe, but three feet away, it was torn by the strong wind, and a huge pit was sunken.
"Coo!"
Fenglong and the thin man swallowed saliva in unison, and the blank brain didn't know how to evaluate, and they kept echoing a question.
Can this be called swordsmanship?
Russell is still perceiving Kendo, the character card has expired, and he has not lost his wealth value, allowing the points to drop steadily.
"Fenglong, once again, his sword is broken, I don't believe he can still use the same sword trick." The skinny man gritted his teeth, took a bottle of potion from the ring, unscrewed the bottle cap, and filled his brain. Go in.
Fenglong nodded his face, both of them were not opponents. Only when they joined forces again could they survive.
At this moment, Russell, who was judged to be broken by the two, held the knife handle and waved it obliquely.
Suddenly, Jianguang is free!
The sky and the ground are filled with sword energy, and the boundless sword energy seems to fall from the sky, and the whole scene is washed away like a torrential rain ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The thin male and the wind dragon are shocked, and the defense props are taken out. Except for them, the remaining samsara When Jianqi came, all of them fell to the ground and died.
The sword gas is 30,000 miles long, and the sword gas condenses into an entity, turning into a giant sword shadow and shooting directly into the sky!
The thin male and Fenglong struggled, and after all, the defensive props were torn by sword gas, and the flesh and blood body was torn into pieces, and died on the spot.
The sword's air dissipated, Russell dropped the hilt in his hand, and the mortal blade could not bear the sword of the sword god, but after all, the user did not understand enough, and replaced it with the real Simon blow snow. .
"System, stop Simon ..."
Half-hearted, Russell looked surprised at the thin man. He was supposed to be a corpse. He squatted down on the ground, panting with his right eye, and when he looked at each other, the three eyelets of the left eye swirled into a black windmill.
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