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Kang Ping practiced Zhou Guangtian's book, under a sword, as if ignoring the passage of time, fast to the extreme.
It is not as good as his opponent, but he has not reacted yet.
But at the moment of Yan Zhao’s song, Kang Ping’s movement is fast, but it is still very fast, but every move is clear and clear.
The movement of Yan Zhaoge is also very fast, but it seems to be very leisurely, comfortable and unhurried.
The dark green bamboo stick that flashed purple light fell in the Yanzhao singer.
The next moment, in the purple glory, the red mans flashed.
Yan Zhaoge took a bamboo stick and crossed a semi-circle in the air, and then hit it firmly in the cloud-changing sword of Kangping!
The sound of "啪" was crisp, and the cloud turned to the sky and the sword was lightly dimmed.
Kang Ping's pupil suddenly contracted.
He used to be integrated with the sword in his hand, and he did not separate the swords that encouraged each other, and it collapsed directly!
The cloud turned to the sky and the sword was directly swayed by the Yanzhao singer Li Mo green bamboo stick.
The top-grade sacred swordsman sends out a continuous stream of sounds, as if a person is in low pain.
Kang Ping can even see, such as the autumn water, the general edge of the sword, there is a slight crack!
The insufficiency of Jianguang, this moment suddenly became dazzling.
As if there were endless hours, there was a sudden breakpoint.
Time breaks and the world is in chaos.
Yan Zhao song strode forward and trampled on the long-term time that seemed to be above everything else.
Kang Ping looked like an unprecedented dignity.
He knows the existence of this dark green bamboo stick.
His son, Kang Jinyuan, once suffered a big loss under the bamboo stick of Yan Zhaoge.
Afterwards, Kang Ping heard the matter and was equally puzzled.
Today, he saw this bamboo stick with his own eyes and felt the magic of it, but still had no way to go.
Great power, no.
Special mood, no.
There is not enough aura.
Nothing at all.
But he beat the sacred soldier in his hand and turned to the skylight sword to tremble and shudder!
What makes Kang Ping more concerned is that according to Kang Jinyuan, this bamboo stick should be five knots and five feet long.
Can lay down the goods of the holy soldiers, but why not the Chinese sacred 浑 浑 浑 铠 铠 铠.
But now the bamboo stick is clearly seven feet long, and the top sacred soldiers can’t hold back the skylight sword!
"This thing is getting stronger and stronger!" Kang Ping associates many legendary treasures, but they are not right.
Yan Zhaoge holds the dark green bamboo stick in his right hand, and easily moves his wrist. The bamboo stick swings in midair.
When he had five sticks of bamboo poles in his hand, he would fight all the weapons below the sacred sergeant. It was a blow. The other party broke into powder and smashed the sacred soldiers. The sacred soldiers could not resist.
At the time of the sixth quarter, the sacred soldiers were hit with a fatal blow, and the Chinese sacred soldiers were shunned.
But for Yan Zhao, who has more than one top-class sage in hand, the Chinese sacred soldier has no threat.
What he needs is the killer of the enemy's superior sacred soldiers.
Xianqiao Wusheng can fully exert the power of the top-class sacred soldiers.
A combination of the same top-class sacred soldiers of Xianqiao Wusheng, the strength is far better than seeing the Wusheng to promote the top sacred soldiers.
Even if this power of seeing God Wusheng can be called with the bridge of Xianqiao, it will suffer because of weapons.
The answer to this puzzle lies in the dark green bamboo stick that Yan Zhaoge specially refines for himself.
No. six, but seven can!
When Yan Zhaoge was on the verge of seeing the Wusheng, the bamboo stick could grow from six to seven.
Yan Zhaoge has long been preparing for this moment.
What is not known to outsiders is that, besides the scorpion dragon scorpion on Yan Di’s hand and the embroidered robes on Yuan Zhengfeng’s body, all the Chinese sacred soldiers who have accumulated all these years in Guang’an Mountain are actually Yan Zhao. The song brought to the world of Bohai.
崭金铠, 云麾枪, killing the harvest of the Buddhist monks and the Eastern Supreme, killing the harvest of the Daxuan dynasty warriors...
Most of the Chinese sacred soldiers could not come to the lower bounds, and Yan Zhaoge directly put them all into the Xuan Zang Zijin furnace to suppress.
In these years, so many Chinese sacred soldiers, all concentrated in Yan Zhaoge, is for today.
Yan Zhao song sees God flying, the first time to climb the critical upper bound, then open the furnace and then refine the green bamboo stick.
Nowadays, the seven-foot bamboo stick is in the world, and it is dedicated to the sacred soldiers!
Yanzhao singer's arm is round and round, and the stick is turned down. The sword of the sky-turning sword is suddenly dimmed.
Between the thoughts and the sharp turn, Kang Ping’s eyes condensed.
The sword-like light like water suddenly shrinks and condenses and falls on Kangping himself.
His movements have become very fast in an instant, and the speed is on the next level!
The whole person is as fast as the streamer, and the figure is flickering in the void, elusive.
Since it can't stop, it doesn't stop, and its speed is raised to the extreme, so that it can slow down so that the bamboo stick can't touch the cloud to the skylight sword!
"Snapped!"
Kang Ping has wide eyes.
Yan Zhao song smiled and looked at him.
The top of the bamboo stick, with a little red light, traversing the trajectory in the void, forming a red line, and playing it again on the cloud to the skylight sword!
Not waiting for Kang Ping to change again, Yan Zhao singer in the bamboo sticks storm and rain, facing his face is a slam!
A red light flashed through, and the years of the streamer swords and swords lighted the time, and the interception was broken.
Time is at this moment, as if it is fragmented!
Kang Ping's eyes condensed and suddenly reacted: "Sinking the sword?! You will be one of the four swords of the immortal sword?"
诛仙利, 戮仙死, trapped in the red everywhere.
The immortal change is infinitely wonderful, and the Daluo fairy blood is dyed.
Fallen into the sword, kill the sword of time and space!
Practice to the peak, a sword to annihilate time and space, cut off time and long rivers, shattering the interface of billions of voids.
From a certain point of view, the Taoist artistic conception of the Xianjian has something in common with the Void Heavenly Book and the Zhouguang Tianshu, and they are mutually reinforcing each other.
In actual combat, when the original strength difference between the two sides is not large, the trapping sword is called the nemesis of the sky and the sky of the book!
Yan Zhao’s singer smiled and said:
When the hospitality ambassador was ordered, Yanmou would not have this sword. It’s inevitable that he wouldn’t be greeted. I’ll make it up with you today.

Kang Ping took a deep breath: "It turns out that this is the case! Last time I said that your kendo is extremely sharp and weird. Now think about it, it is also one of the four swords of Zhu Xian. It is a sword!"
"You actually know that you are trapped in the sword and the sword, saying that you are not a rumor, who believes?"
He said coldly: "You are in the upper bounds, no good days have passed, we will not kill you, some people will take your life!"
"That wouldn't bother you." Yan Zhao's smile was careless, but his smile was very cold: "What made you feel the illusion that you can live today?"
In the laughter, Yan Zhao song is faster than a sword, faster than Kangping!
The red light is everywhere, and the distorted time and space are distorted and collapsed.
The red light is everywhere, and the pale and stagnate world is restored.
Red light is everywhere, and the long rivers are flowing straight away!
Even though Kang Ping’s talents are amazing, the strength is amazing, but at this moment, Yan Zhao’s song is also smashed!
The watery swords that filled the sky were covered with red cracks and eventually broke.
The top sacred sacred cloud turned to the skylight sword and screamed, and was directly beaten by Yan Zhaoge’s dark green bamboo stick! (To be continued.)