: 915. Little Sword God

Yanzhao singer asked the sun to print against the power of Yanhua.
He smiled and said: "Is this baby, you are also very memorable?"
Yan Hua looked at the sun print and said slowly: "I just looked at it, I am still not sure. Now I see it. Is this the sun?"
"In your outer path, a strong man named Sun Ridun in the Sun."
Yan Zhao sings and blinks: "Do you still know the sun on the sun?"
Yan Hua said indifferently: "I have heard of it, I heard that the original teacher's origins, and my Xiangyang Palace still have some incense."
"I look at the power conception contained in this sun print, and it is indeed similar to the Xiangyang Zhenjing."
"In this case, this sacred soldier has a real relationship with my Puyang Palace. I have nothing to lose."
Yan Zhao song listened, and smiled: "You plan to arrange so well, have you asked me the current owner?"
Yan Hua also smiled: "You will have converted to heaven and enter the art of the Puyang Palace."
In the laughter, the five fingers of his palm opened suddenly.
Its artistic conception is similar to that of the Sun God, and it is also inherited with the sacred sacred religion.
The golden fists are like a big day, shining everywhere, nothing to break!
Yan Zhaoge faced this style of 昊 神 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
But at this moment, the distance is empty and suddenly shakes.
The dark space burst open, and then I saw a long river, instantly crossing the void and passing through the crowd.
When you see it, you can't help but frown: "How come you ran into the affluent fairyland?"
The comer is also a powerful martial artist who is a martial artist.
That vast atmosphere, not as flamboyant and fierce, but more long and thick.
The long river that has been transformed by the real yuan is endless, and it is like the universe.
"Tianhe Wudian?" Although Yan Zhaoge did not know people, he quickly recognized the martial arts of the other side, but it was a school that was not inferior to the Sun.
Before the great annihilation, there was a famous big school, the famous Tianhe faction, and the disciples under the door were known for their heavy weight.
At the moment, above the river, there is a man in a green robe. When he meets Yu Hua, he hurriedly said: "You are the best here, come to help..."
When the voice did not fall, I saw the direction of the distant Tianhe, and suddenly a figure appeared.
"How about the two?"
With the indifference of the sound, a white sword, no struggle to appear behind the green robe man.
The Qingpao man was shocked and rolled up the boundless Tianhe River water and greeted the white sword.
The white sword is only slightly stunned, and it looks like a cloud of smoke, almost invisible.
However, it seems that the blade is generally cut, and the white sword is lightly stroked. The mighty sky is cut off from the middle!
It seems as if the long river runs through the void, and it is like a white smoke of light smoke, which is directly split!
Yan Hua, Yan Zhao Ge and Fu Ting are the same: "...the sword!"
A sword is everywhere, there is no aura, no traces.
Only destruction, silence, killing and ending will last.
Mo said that the man in the green robe, that is, through the far-reaching Yan Zhaoge and others, saw the faint white sword, and the illusion was in front of him.
Heaven and earth, the creation of all things, no matter tangible and intangible, as if they have died because of this sword, put the last full stop.
Yan Zhaoge himself practiced the sword of the sacred sword. At this moment, seeing this sword, you can be sure at first sight. This is the most authentic rumor of the Qing dynasty, one of the four swords of the celestial sword!
At the source of the Tianhe River in the distance, the figure seems to have moved, but it has already arrived.
He stood there quietly, just a few steps away from the men in the green robe.
It seems that he has been standing in his current position and has never moved.
Yan Zhaoge, Fu Ting, and Yan Hua looked at it, but saw that it was a young man.
The white shirt is like a snow, wearing a jade crown, and with the exception of a blue steel sword, there is no other thing.
The appearance of this boy is not only fifteen or six years old, but his true age is difficult to figure out.
Yan Zhaoge found that it is difficult for him to see the other person's looks.
Because when he looks at the boy, the spirit will be slightly embarrassed, and he seems to lose consciousness.
That feeling... It seems as if I am dead, and the soul is not attached.
But Yan Zhaoge can be sure that it is not the other's martial arts that can confuse people's wisdom.
It is an extremely fierce sword!
When it is too strong, someone will look at him and will be hurt.
I have not noticed myself, and I have already died under the sword!
In contrast, Lin Hanhua, who looks like a sword, is much more gentle.
At least, Lin Hanhua's fierceness can still be seen.
And this young man in front of him, the average person just had to look at his thoughts and actions, he has already been hurt!
Although the appearance looks young, it is clearly a big sword repair.
A top ten martial artist, the top of the world.
A sacred martial art of a Taoist Orthodox Sanqing dynasty.
I have personally contacted Yan Zhaoge. Compared with the Southeastern Supreme Cao Jie, who is the sword repairer, the supreme Wu Sheng, who looks like a young man in white shirts, is barely weak and does not say anything, but is more aggressive and more arrogant.
Yan Hua actually recognized the white shirt boy: "Dragon Snow Silent?!"
At the same time, Fu Ting gave another name: "The car is... the ‘Little Sword God’ in the past, Qian Xue is silent?

Yan Zhao song turned and asked: "Know?"
Fu Ting muttered to himself: "I don't recognize it, but such a fierce sword, and a white coat of jade, is like a predecessor. The predecessor was strangely missing, but never thought... he turned out to be Shangwu martial arts."
The white-shirt boy did not pay attention to Yuhua, and Fu Ting’s title was not okay.
His eyes swept away, smashed his bones, and finally stayed in Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting: "Why are you two here?"
Yan Zhao’s eyes were slightly sewed:
I recognize Fu Ting and I recognize me...

"He is actually a surname...Dragon?"
Although talking to Yan Zhaoge, the white shirt boy did not stop.
A sword cuts off the Tianhe River, and then it is a sword.
The Qingpao man urged his top-class sage to parry.
However, a shocking scene happened.
The white shirt juvenile sword directly cut off the other top sacred soldiers!
Yan Zhao songs are clearly seen.
The Shangdui sword repaired the sword in his hand, not to mention the holy soldiers. Even the spirit soldiers and the treasures were not. They were ordinary swords of the Qing dynasty swords, and all the common weapons that can be seen everywhere in the smith's shop.
Can cut off the holy soldiers, completely because of their own cultivation.
What is even more terrifying is that a sword cuts off the other sacred soldiers, and the sword continues to fall on the green robe man.
"How about your opponents like this?" The white-shirted teenager said indifferently: "It is simply shameful to the name of the Supreme."
The Qingpao man is stunned and wants to struggle.
But in the middle of a sword, the body was directly smashed into two!