Chapter 378: Sword, love

Silent sword qi, condensing the earth and sharp, a sword breaking through the sky, destroying the withering momentum, breaking two arrows in an instant, hitting the last month-by-month arrow. ΔΔ 『E 小『 Ω┡said WWW. 1XIAOSHUO. COM
The sword qi is fierce and eye-catching, and the arrows are getting stronger and stronger. The most extreme collision, the air flow is turbulent, and the scroll is constantly scrolling around the sword pool.
With a bang, the sword gas and the arrow burst into pieces at the same time, bringing the endless turbulence and spreading out.
"An extraordinary swordsman, don't you have a sword yet?"
Falling stars moved, turned into thousands of afterimages, bowed invisible, thousands of arrows flickered, one after another, since Zhou Tian appeared, falling into the middle of the evening.
"Sword Style, One Sword Thousand Tribulations"
Zhengtian sword roared violently, rising endlessly, the sword was spinning, blocking the next day's arrow. At this moment, a sharply different arrow broke through the sword light and wiped the sword's left arm.
With a tingle, the white coat split open, a trace of blood overflowed, and the undefeated sword of the desert city turned red.
"Sword style, one sword without distance"
The swordsman is calm, the look is not visible, the sword without distance appears, the sword in the world is the fastest, the meaning is where it is, the sword is where it is, it breaks through the space limit, and a white shadow is crossed between the world and the world Broken thousands of afterimages.
In the shattered remnant, Luo Xingchen withdrew from ten feet, looking at the white-sword swordman in front, the corner of his mouth slightly bent, and the sharp sword, such an opponent, was worthy of his full efforts.
The arrow box opened, a blue arrow flew out, the star mark opened the bow, the wind screamed, and the blink of an eye was less than a blink of an eye.
Twilight is pointing to catch the arrow, the sword gathers, the arrow breaks, the arrow appears in the arrow, the golden arrow breaks through the limit, and passes through.
"Uh"
Twilight stepped back half a step, the bright red dripping on his shoulders, stained with white clothes.
"No more sword, no blame for death"
The three arrows open to the sky, the streamer emerges instantly, the falling stars turn their palms to open the bow, the arrows of the three talents interweave the dazzling Huaguang, and the terrible pressure of the third disaster level trembles the world.
In the early attack of the Yongye priest, the card could prove that the mythical sword of the deserted city was able to do it, Twilight waved his hand, and the sword pool swelled.
The splash was scattered, the arrow was unstoppable, and he was close again.
"A sword is invisible"
Twilight and finger-joined swords, thousands of swords converge, and the arrows of the three arrows scattered and became invisible.
However, at this moment, the red arrow awn appeared, which once injured the giant arrow of the Zhao family of several giants. Today, the land of China is reproduced. The long tail of the arrow cuts the void, like a demon star appears, and comes.
The young strong of the West Buddha, pressing the myth of the Divine Sword, the incredible battle situation, in this terrible red arrow, reached the peak of the first battle.
Successive twilight, the look is still as calm as before, facing the strongest arrow, no thought, no desire, no demand, the world of swords spread out, heaven and earth are solemn, mountains and rocks, ruins, pool water, Vientiane Turn the sword into a sword.
With a loud bang, the extreme hits, and the piercing arrow burst out of the air, straight into the sword's chest.
"Uh"
Twilight recedes, and his mouth overflows with red, and the straight arrow flew out, returning to the arrow box.
After an arrow, the undefeated sword of the deserted city, defeated!
"Shenzhou Powerhouse, but so"
Luo Xingchen waved his bow, turned away, and the purple and white clothes hunted in the wind. After two steps, they disappeared.
"Master"
Jian Er walked out and looked at the figure in front of Jian Chi, his eyes full of worry.
The master will fail, which is something he could not have expected in any case. It was too unusual for the battle of the prince. The strength of the master should be much more than that.
Mu Bai is silent, looking at the sword in the sword pool, his heart is complicated, is this the taste of defeated sword?
"Why doesn't the master give up the sword?" Jian Er didn't understand and asked.
"It's not out, but not out"
Twilight sighed softly and waved for the sword. However, the sword did not move, and it seemed to be unconscious in the sinking and floating sword pool.
The eyes of the sword shrank, and the sword didn't know the Lord, how could it be.
Twilight looked at the college on the west side, and the calm eyes rarely flashed a little confused. For the first time, Jianxin was no longer clear.
In Tiancang Academy, the Confucius tiredly packed up the ancient books on the bookshelves, one by one, to sweep away the attached dust.
The way on the sword, like sailing against the current, will retreat if you don't advance. Twilight's sword has reached its peak, no one can guide, and the rest of the way, how to go, no one knows.
Every moth has to go through the process of cocooning itself before breaking the cocoon into a butterfly. He and Daokui have also experienced this difficult period. Now it is up to Mubai to see if he can get back to the Qingming of Jianxin again.
At the same time, in the Western Daya, Ning Chen and others who came to break the battle also encountered no small trouble, and the three battles were all in a hard fight.
Triumphant Hou, the Golden Staff National Team joined forces to fight the vertical, the Leihai rolls over, the evil gods stand tall, and the most extreme confrontation between martial arts and spells, at this moment, they constantly collide with dazzling sparks.
On the other side, the leader of the night, Wu Wuzhi, was an enemy of Wu Guanzhi.
In the last place, Meng Xuanji defeated all the crises before his destiny with one enemy and two, and gilded Jin Yuzheng to dance against the makeup of Huazhuang.
Outside of the battle situation, the abbot of Du'e Temple closed his eyes to heal the wounds and hurry up to restore the fighting power. In this battle, the result was unpredictable. He must suppress his injuries as soon as possible.
The five were restrained and difficult to get out of. In a wheelchair, Ning Chen kept coughing and endured the urge to faint, forcibly keeping himself as awake as possible.
It's almost like that he can't give up his efforts at this time.
The wheelchair creaked and moved away from the battle situation. Based on the change between the distance and the body, the strength of each part of the formation was estimated.
Ten steps and one stop, one hundred steps and one count, the destiny and the mind turn faster than ever before, and a little bit calculates the distribution of belief power of the large array.
The wheel prints of the wheelchair are criss-crossed in a large array, pressing over the traces like a chessboard. Look carefully, but they are not in the shape of a square. The wheel prints extending in one direction are not parallel. After extension, they are vaguely all Meeting in one place.
Above the sky, more than a thousand years of light swept across the bottom, the look slightly changed, turned the palm and condensed the element, shocked the two people, the figure flashed, and swept towards the figure on the wheelchair.
"Ben Jiang, don't fight for war, kill Zhiminghou first"
The hurried urging showed the uneasiness in the heart of Qian Qianqiu, how could there be such a clever person in the world, how could he know it, but the place where the traces of the wheelchair extended last is the weakest formation in the extreme array Heart position.
Bian Jiang heard the words, swept the smoke cloud God Ge with a sword, and got out of the battle situation, and also swept to the distant martyr.
In the wheelchair, it is estimated that Ning Chen at the critical moment, the mind is highly concentrated, and he did not realize that the crisis is coming, and when he returns to the moment, the two have arrived.
"Know your destiny, come your life"
The vast palm power was slammed with the intention of a decisive killing. At this moment, Qianqiu was afraid of the young people on the wheelchair to an unprecedented level. With an infinite number of killing opportunities coming, he was going to cut off his destiny.
At the moment of crisis, a shadow of Qianying was blocked in front of her, slammed in the palm of her heart, her eyes full of red, and her eyes were dyed red.
A little warm blood slipped from the life of Zhiming, and the most conical scene made people in wheelchairs completely stunned.
After a short delay, the triumphant Hou and the Golden Staff National Master finally rushed to control the system, Yao Shi's sword cut the line of life and death, and retreated.
Benjiang also rushed in, and Bi Xuetian cryed Lingli to kill all of them, and forced to kill his fate again.
The Golden Staff National Master waved his cane to block a trick, and with a bang, he stepped back ten times in a row, vomiting vermilion.
At the same time, the smoke cloud God Ge crossed, the Yongye leader hurried to block the front road of Benjiang, and separated the battle again.
The change in a blink of an eye quickly made people too late to recover, and the woman was powerless to fall, just like fallen leaves, silently.
"Dream Girl"
Ning Chen lost her mind, her already numb heart and even the pain, she stared at the woman in her arms, and the blood on her face kept falling.
Why, why, ask, stab the heart, more debts owe more, let the heart of the destiny tear apart.
The remnant wind, Huazhuang sword halberd edge came, the figure on the wheelchair sat up, the violent killing of the whole body surged out, and the sad blood mist dyed all the surroundings into red.
Fengyuan is burning, blood is surging, and scorching fierce wolves are surging. The sword of the king begins, and the murderous tremor shakes the world.
"You all it"
Knowing that he was frustrated, his eyes were red, his figure disappeared instantly, and he drew the dazzling blood between the world, blocking the sword's residual wind.
Burning the source's destiny, blooming the brightest light of life, quickly shocked, quickly distressed.
Seeing this, Ben Jiang was shocked and waved his sword to block the road, however, the figure flashed in an instant was unstoppable.
The red dress that swept towards the vertical, attracted a killer, was fast, faster, and unstoppable.
"House Lord"
Huazhuang was terrified and rushed back, but he was no longer able to catch up.
Yan Shen's sword is as bright as blood, Shen Shen and Feng Yuan converge. The sword that has arrived in a flash, breaks through the block of thunder and the sea of ​​fire, and cuts out the killing light of death.
Thousands of centuries of heart and soul shake, turning the palm and shaking the sword, between the sword confrontation, the sword is instantaneous, the death is killed and the light passes through the shoulders, bringing out a large piece of blood flower, after a moment, it returns again, the cold front penetrates the body, and the blood flower .
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Huazhuang, Benjiang Xunchi aid, Triumphant Hou, Golden Staff National Master, Yongye Master, joined forces to block the pace of the two, shocked at the same time, also have heavy concerns.
Especially with the Golden Staff National Master, the eyes are more worried. When the Phoenix finally burned the Phoenix Source on Fengqi Mountain, it is exactly the same as Ning Chen's situation today.
"Mr. Zhiming, you can never protect the people you cherish, irony"
The blood in the mouth of Qian Qianqiu kept overflowing, the ridicule flashed on the handsome face, and the crazy laughter echoed through the array, harsh and piercing.
King Yan, King Yan, the purple sword edge has been stained with blood to blood red, one sword and one sword, blood flowers scattered, however, the irretrievable regret finally left a wound on the destiny heart.
In the blood, a sword pierced the heart, the blood spewed out, dyed the horizon, and dyed the eyes of the destiny.
The blood was hot, but it couldn't warm the cold heart.
Could it be that if you know your life, you should be alone.