: 672. You are my swordstone

Yan Zhaoge holds the Huihong sword, and the sword is in the direction of destruction.
Everyone who faces his sword front seems to have an infinite vision.
The mountains and rivers are revolving, the heavens and the earth are broken, all beings are dying, and everything is annihilated.
The world is like the end of the end, everything is at its end, leaving only extinction and death.
Yan Zhao Ge Pingping raised his sword in his hand and smiled. "I practiced a kendo. I usually practiced it again. I just played the foundation. I have to kill the blood and see the blood before I can really practice it. It is like a sword to complete the final opening." ""
"And, you need a level of grinding stone."
During the talk, Yan Zhao song stabbed a sword.
The sword is a little white and brilliance, to the fierce to evil.
Even the Yan dynasty singer spurred the sacred sacred sacred sacred rainbow sword, which was ringing, as if unable to bear the kendo of his master.
All the Guangzong martial artists have changed their faces.
Yan Zhaoge actually wants to slaughter them to thoroughly refine their own sword of extinction.
Beyond Nongyu Xuan, the Emperor Guangming of the Three Realms of Wusheng was furious and greeted him first.
The power of grandeur and arrogance fell to the head of Yan Zhao.
Yan Zhao song Jian Feng obliquely pointed, in the bright future, suddenly a black dot, this black dot has a growing trend.
When the other party saw it, his heart was awkward, and he only felt that his true Yuan was infinitely bright, and he was constantly annihilated.
He quickly strengthened his shots. Who knows that Yan Zhao song is a sham.
After a sword, the body shape turned, not waiting for other Guangming Zongwu people to come up, it has changed position.
Yan Zhaoge appeared behind the Guang Zongwu who was in the triple realm of Wu Sheng, and took a direct shot of the overbearing Fan Tianyin.
The other party turned back and grabbed Yan Zhao’s song. Although he was not injured, he was not stable and his body was receding.
There was a huge suction suddenly behind him, but the door of the Dragon Hall was open, like a monster with a wide mouth.
The opponent is going backwards to repel the group dragon temple, but Yan Zhaoge is a sword stabbing, forcing him to only block the attack of Yan Zhaoge.
At this time, Yan Zhaoge showed the hearth furnace and intercepted the opponent's attack.
Then, it was another palm, and the opponent continued to retreat. In the end, he fell into the dragon temple!
The strongest of the three realms of Wu Sheng, the group dragon temple itself is difficult to suppress, can only barely shut him down.
However, for Yan Zhaoge, it is enough. Immediately, the tiger enters the flock and enters the camp of other Guangzong martial arts.
After the six-time period passed, Nongyu Xuan whispered.
The sunprint can only be done once, and the offensive is gradually exhausted, and then fly back to Yan Zhaoge.
The horror of the horror of the horror was immediately liberated, and Nongyu Xuan immediately took it back!
In the eyes of the same day, in the moment of the seventh interest time, finally there is a certain wave of fluctuations, unprecedented heat!
She pointed at the blade and even injured herself, leaving a knife mark on her arm.
Blood smashed over the blade of the gods, and the black gas passed through it, interweaving with the faint blue light.
The whole person of Feng Yunqi rushed to the sky, and even invested in the black fire magic atmosphere!
The blue sky is as dark as this moment, but the mighty magical fire begins to fluctuate.
Nongyu Xuan’s look changed, and he noticed that Feng Yunqi was actually trying to capture his glory.
This possibility he once thought of, was not put in his heart, but at the moment it is clear that his own glory is even more shocked.
It’s not just the sorrowful knives that are temporarily in the body, not yet refining.
Even the power of the dark scorpion that has been refining by him is also instigated, as if he would rebel at any time.
"Not only the knife, she has problems!" Nong Yuxuan instantly understood.
On the same stone, he stumbled two times, but Nongyu Xuan did not care about the upset and depression, but tried his best to stabilize his own glory.
Feng Yunyu in front of him is obviously such a powerful force temporarily acquired by some secret method.
He can't keep the envelope for a long time, and for a long time, it must be its own collapse.
As long as there is no support for the power of the next day, but Feng Yunyi, who first entered the realm of the great master, is unlikely to continue to compete with the Wusheng realm for the glory.
Eighth interest.
Seeing the Yanzhao song sword is fierce and arrogant, and Nongyu Xuan was actually blocked by a woman who had never seen it. Cheng Song’s eyes could not help but be more dignified.
He wants to cross the North, but he has no choice but to split up too quickly.
Wu Sheng triple, the North Ming dynasty in the realm of the late phase of conjunction, is only comparable to the degree, not inferior to Wu Sheng Si, the Cheng Song of the early realm of God, even slightly faster.
The dark green bamboo stick makes Cheng Song jealous, but between the swaying and moving, but it does not fall on him, can not embarrass his holy soldiers.
Just like this, Cheng Song also has a bit of thought, and it is difficult to exert his full strength.
So that it was intercepted by Bei Ming with a dragon gun and a arrogant robes, it is difficult to target the Yanzhao song deity.
At this moment, Yan Zhao song, under a sword, is fierce.
This is the Huihong sword of the best in the lower sacred soldiers. At this moment, the sword light converges.
Only the tip of the sword is a little bit to the fierce and evil.
The Jianfeng crossed, a sacred sacred soldier of Guangming Zongwusheng, a long knife, and the blade was pierced by Yan Zhaoge's sword!
There is a small hole in the blade, which seems to be a small size, but its brilliance is bleak, and the aura flies!
It is like a life with independent will, being hurt and hurting, and life is moving away from it.
The ninth interest.
In the black fire magic atmosphere, Feng Yunyu is in it, the wound on his arm, the blood continues to flow out.
Touching the surrounding fascinating enchantment, these bloods are immediately swallowed up and burned.
Originally fierce and secluded, this moment suddenly became much calmer, and then was constantly absorbed by the sword of the day.
The momentum of the Japanese sword and Feng Yunqi are more and more prosperous, but Feng Yunying’s face is getting more and more gray.
With the loss of blood, she is getting weaker and weaker, supported by the power of the next day.
It’s just that the more sorrowful swords that are absorbed by the sacred swords, the stronger the swords and swords of the next day, and the faster they absorb the sorrowful swords.
At the end of the day, the sword of the next day is almost in the initiative to devour the glory of the knife.
In addition to the black smoke, Yan Zhao songs "smashed" the opponent's sacred soldiers, and the sword became more fierce and terrifying.
The martial arts spirit on his head has become increasingly blurred, similar to none.
The more powerful the sword is extinct, the more blurred the body of the sword is.
It seems as if everything is dying, going to the end, and returning to nothingness.
Nongyu Xuan insisted on sticking his teeth and stabilized his own glory.
He wants to attack the Yan Zhao song first, regardless of Feng Yun and the sorrowful anger, but the body is still standing still, not listening.
Cheng Song began to madly attack the defense line of Bei Ming.
In the group of dragons, the Emperor Guangming of the Three Realms of Wusheng will see the inside of the Dragon Palace.
Other Guangming Zongqiangs swarmed up and wanted to win more and kill Yan Zhaoge.
Everyone is crazy about fighting for the most precious time!
The ninth time is spent, the tenth time is coming!
The Yanzhao song has a shape and is not entangled with other Guangming Zongqiang. The target is still the standard of the ruins of the sacred priests of the sacred sect of the sacred emperor!
Jianguang is everywhere, blood flower splash!
But when the blood just flew up, it would be like a gray smoke, as if it never existed in the world.
This is the blood of this splash, under the cover of the sword, it is also lost!
Yan Zhao songs screamed in the sky, and the martial arts spirit of the long sword on the top of the head was transparent, just like disappearing.
Wanzhang Guanghua, with Yan Zhao song as the center, rises to the sky. (To be continued.) 8