Chapter 626: sword

The ruins of the Xian Palace are legendary, and the surroundings have changed dramatically, a continuous sword spread, dust flying, and frost and snow falling.
Tsing Yi, black hair, young and handsome face, calm and plain, without half-kill, without any secular disputes.
Seeing the person in front of him, the look of the demon body shook, and the deep eyes rarely flashed a change.
The two passed by without any communication. The cyan-colored dress hunted in the wind without saying a word, but it gave unspeakable pressure to everyone present.
The shocked people had difficulty recovering. The bright and dusty figure in front of them was stable one step at a time, just like the death of the sword fairy, and set off a red dust road.
Before the sword was born, the avenue was inducted, and above the sky, a ray of sword light was manifesting, turning into chains, crisscrossing and blocking the fairy sword.
In the hands of the Red Luan King, a sword light crossed, and blood spattered.
The sword on the sword has no words, the induction between the strong, the look of the Red Luan King and Mo Zhu dignified.
This person is extraordinary.
"Yin'er, watch it carefully, Master's sword is what he gave him. After the next battle, you can record as much as you can." Ning Chen looked at the little girl next to her and stared.
"Ok"
Yin'er Qingying, looking at the young man in front of him, his big eyes rising to the point of glory, and teaching Ning Chen to practice sword, wouldn't he be very, very powerful?
The sword stands on the ground, the legend draws the sword, the green sword appears in the world, the world feels, frost and flowers drift down, the silver ice and snow world spreads, in the eyes, the legend in the sword reproduces the sword on the sword.
The repressed breath became heavier and heavier, and the eyes of the Red Luan King were cold, his figure flashed over, and he preempted.
The red horse is pierced through the air, with softness and rigidity, and the void explodes.
"Keng"
Prince Yan swung his sword, his sword whispered softly, and he practiced freezing with his soft and soft horses. The sword moved again, and the snow and ice broke.
The red snowflakes are scattered and the gloomy scene is so beautiful and fascinating.
The Red Luan King robbed himself, and the red mist fluttered around him, waved his hand gently, the red mist was surging, condensing his palms, and he moved again.
Palm fell, sword lifted, dust and waves rushed, sword light Linghua, cut through the red mist, and passed by.
The Red Luan King turned sideways, avoiding the sword front, but saw the sword turning around, like a shadow.
The palm wind and sword light are handed over, the swordsman and the king are continuously intertwined, the sword light is like a terrifying, the palm wind is like a fall, the swordsman is fighting, and the sky is shaking.
The pinnacle of the sword, Ling Li is the only one, one move and one style, ordinary but extremely accurate, dancing on the sword, stunning the world.
Unfortunately, the sword is fortunate, and the sword is fortunate.
Everyone was so fascinated, I did not know how long it had been before Wu Jue, the combined palm and sword, and the red mist and sword qi circling, weave a beautiful life and death movement.
The king is powerful, and the sword is inestimable. Everyone is amazed. It turns out that there is such a sword on the sword.
The sun sets in the west, the still world, the blood-red sunset, and the red sky all over the west, and the sunset that refuses to fall is the grace of the sky to see the swordsman. It takes three moments.
The two figures, one big and one small, stood side by side, with little tension and big calmness.
Seen from the beginning, the invincible style is imprinted in the heart forever, either trust or respect. Knowing the destiny has never thought that the predecessors will fail, once not, not today, nor in the future.
In the mouth of Zhiming, the word senior is not uncommon. Most of the time, it is just for politeness, or to facilitate the pedometer to narrow the relationship.
Mu Qianxi once joked that the predecessor, the predecessor, died the fastest, followed by friends.
There may be some coincidences of Mu Qian's words, but they are also somewhat true. It is not uncommon to know the predecessor, but only when facing the Daxia legend is it sincere and sincere, without any scheming.
Yiner clenched his hands close to his fate, because he didn't understand, so he was nervous.
"Don't worry, watch the sword with peace of mind" Ning Chen said softly.
"Oh"
Yin'er raised his head and responded softly, then calmed down slightly and watched the sword seriously.
In the battle situation, the blue sword light dances, the sword sword moves in the snow, and the martial arts is more aggressive.
No tricks, unbreakable tricks, simple swords, the first red dye.
The sword edge of the left side of the Red Luan King crossed, vermilion fell, and then dyed the suit.
The way of the swordsman, watching the sword, learning the sword, and enlightening the sword, you can see the sword on the sword in your life, and you know how far the sword ends.
Beginner of the sword, how lucky is Yiner, knowing how to lead the way, see you today the only sword, the road on the sword, and see people far more than their peers.
Outside the battle situation, the ink master looks more and more dignified, and the metamorphosis is not as true as the body. However, the red luan king Wang Xiuwei has reached the late stage of immortal reality. In a short period of time, the metamorphosis is not too weak. It is really shocking to be caught in such a hard fight.
The swordsman in front of him, who is it, why has never been half rumored before.
The setting sun shone on the fairy land, the battle situation prevailed, and the situation fell into a passive state of the red luan king, and the whole body of red mist surged sharply.
The invisible red mist diffused into a series of staggered horses and pierced towards the sword.
The green sword cuts the red mist, the red mist spreads out, the advancing momentum is unabated, the intangible overcomes the tangible, and pulls the decline.
Upon seeing this, Prince Yan saw no change in his appearance, stepped on his feet, withdrew his figure, waved his hand, the green sword returned to the sheath, the sand sword filled, and swept to the war.
Invisible vs. invisible, extreme union, legendary step back, step by step, and bully again.
With a stab, the right shoulder dress of the Red Luanjing King cracked, and a ray of dust passed across it, just like the sharpest sword, bringing out a waterfall of blood flowers.
At this moment, the ink master who was watching the battle finally had a move, his right hand was raised, and the fairy technique reappeared.
The colorful light travels through the magnificent, magnificent and unmatched, thousands of feet in length and width, suppresses all methods, shocks the power of the world, and swoops towards the swordsman in the war.
The pressure hit, Prince Yan's brows lightly, his left hand waved, the red sword came out of the sheath, a sword was slashed, the spirit of the eight swords gathered, and he broke the fairy rainbow.
The battle situation that changed instantly, the Red Luan King who was also an incarnation chose to join forces with the ink master to resist the legend of the swordsman.
Below, seeing that the two of them entered the battlefield together, the demon squint squinted. Although there were no waves, it was even colder.
"Ning Chen, won't it be all right?" Yin'er's small face raised with concern, shaking the former arm and asked.
"Quiet, concentrate on watching sword" Ning Chen scolded.
"Oh"
After being reprimanded, Yin'er didn't dare to distract and concentrate on the battle.
On the horizon, the two strong teams joined together, the swordsman challenged, a cold front, reflecting the sun.
"Sword sound, Feihong"
Prince Yan cut the red sword in his hand, the void collapsed, and the red sword waved open, and the two joined forces.
"The king of the red luan, the speed is fast, you and we are all incarnations, and it is not good for a long time," Mo Zhu said in a deep voice.
"understand"
The Red Luan King responded with a cry, his left hand flipped, the muddy red mist rose sharply, intuitive clouds, extremely terrifying power, trembling the sky.
On the other side, the ink master also used the power of colorful fairy art, and suddenly, the world and the world were divided into two parts, and the colorful rays of light shone to the world.
Seeing that the two came to singularly, Prince Yan's right hand condensed and pointed at the front. The green and red swords galloped into the air, and the cloud disk dropped and circled and reflected.
"Green and red, the same breath, without frustration"
The two swords fell, the cloud disk came into the world, engulfed everything, and in a moment, the red mist and colorful glow disappeared and were swallowed by the cloud disk.
With a grunt, the two stepped back a few steps at the same time, and a little red blood trickled down, and the metamorphosis was hit again.
The cloud disk was gone, and the corner of Prince Yan's mouth dripped silently with a touch of blood. For the first time since the war, it became red.
The sword is desperately endless, and the flesh becomes a constraint, facing the siege of two current strongest men, and finally the only flaw.
Shocked by the flaws in the former's power, Shen Yuan, the king of the Red Luan Realm, held his energy and gathered his strength to focus on one trick and one trick to end the legend of the swordsman.
The red mist and the sky, the colorful power, the earth-shattering power, beyond the limits of the heavens and earth, the Xixian Realm, which was already full of holes, immediately fell to the brink of collapse, the mountains were destroyed, and everything fell.
The doomsday scene shocked everyone present, and the real power was indescribable.
Above the void, Prince Yan reached out and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, watching the two of them, and waved his right hand. At the time of the fairy sword, the criss-crossing chains were unraveled and dissipated invisible.
"Since you came for this sword, how could you not let Er wait to see the might of the fairy sword"
The words fell, and the green, red, and sand swords coiled out at the same time, and the sword swayed, echoing the gods in the sword.
The sound of the sword sounded through the world, and the fairy sword felt. In response to the sound of the sword, the next moment, the sword rose sharply into the sky, the sword gas was booming, and the sun and the moon changed.
"Four swords live, the world and the sky fall together"
Prince Yan also pointed to Ning Zhao, a four-sword sword, coiled around, and endless sword pressure swept thousands of miles, and suddenly, the world changed its color, and the wind and cloud became wild.
After a short while, a terrifying big collision sounded, the red mist and the colorful glow annihilated instantly, both strengthened, and at the same time snorted, turned into stars and dissipated between heaven and earth.
In the fairyland, after repeated battles, at this moment it is finally unbearable to withstand the might of destruction. Pieces of land are cracking. After nine days, the void collapses and vanishes.
In the real end, thousands of miles and thousands of miles, ravines continue to spread, the earth is torn apart, and destruction is imminent.
In the battle situation, in the rumble shock, four swords flew down and were successively sheathed. The last sword, mottled in ancient ways, was not gold or jade, and it fell into the sword rack.
Tsing Yi fell, and his face did not change, waved away the sword rack, and walked toward the front.
The shocking people subconsciously stepped back and dared not stand in the way for half a point.
"Out of the fairy world, come to see me with a sword-seeking intention"
At the wrong moment, Prince Yan calmly said something, and immediately walked away.
No one heard the sound, not even the sound, the legend left, and did not stop half a step from beginning to end.
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On the sky, the ruined and immortal palace intensified its fall, and the large halls were smashed on the ground.
The five sons of Momen, the girl of the red luan king, the girl in white, etc. recovered from the shock and quickly avoided the collapsed world.
Ning Chen's side, Yin'er body dangled, because of the shaking ground, standing unsteady.
"Ning Chen, here is going to be ruined, let's go quickly," Yin'er Xiao said with a little panic on her face.
"Ok"
Ning Chen nodded lightly and looked at the Momen Wuzi not far away, flashing a little light. This time, Momen suffered heavy losses. He said nothing, and even the incarnation of Mozhu fell here.
Unexpectedly, a fairy sword has brought out so many terrible strong men, is the king of the red luan the root of the change of the phoenix body?
(Ps: It ’s too late today, I ca n’t take it anymore. I ’ll take time in the past two days to add more to everyone)