Chapter 848: Type 1

The Promise feast on the sword, the atmosphere was stagnant, and the only Tianpin Divine Soldier at the sword meeting appeared together, the first showdown.
Feng Ming, Ting Tianque came out of the sheath, Xia Guangcanran, the swords of the world's pinnacles merged, Han Mang was everywhere, and the swords light was like Tao.
The double-strong battle, the sound of the clanging of the swords, the two swords constantly fighting each other, compose a beautiful and pleasant sword sound, one sound, one sound.
"Sword Eight, Emperor Sword"
Opponents can know for themselves, and temptation is superfluous. Shepherd's song is the ultimate move. Emperor sword comes into the world, dazzling gold, sword light cut off, and the void is separated.
Lin Yuzhen waved his sword to block the move, and with a loud shock, the Emperor's sword shattered, the Phoenix broke into the air, and cut the forward.
"Sword Nine, Divine Realm"
The phoenix-shaped sword gas hit, the shepherd song sighed softly, the sword spirit spread all over the body, the realm appeared, and the hall collapsed for no reason.
The criss-crossing sword gas obliterated the Fengjian, and the sword was endless, and continued to cut towards the king in front.
Lin Yuzhen stepped forward, swiftly, avoiding the heavy and heavy sword light, immediately condensing the unity force, Feng Ming flared, one sword destroyed the realm.
Suddenly shocked, the Excalibur fell down, the Divine Realm was difficult to hold its might, and the collapse dissipated.
"Nine days of Phoenix Dance"
There was a wound on the body, and he didn't want to fight for a long time. Lin Yuzhen pole element started, a thunder stirred, the figure swept out, and the sword danced with him.
The king, like a terrifying king, moves faster and faster, and the shepherd song blocks two swords, one of which is the first to suffer.
"Jian Shi, Zhu Xian"
The sword ten appeared in the world, murderous, and the powerful and abnormal stone sword phantom descended from the sky and crashed into the world.
Lin Yuzhen divinely condensed, thunder and thunder on Fengming sword, sword light greeted, hard to kill the sword.
Yihong splashed blood, his arms were stained red, Lin Yuzhen kept going forward, and the sword broke through the world, cutting off the former body protection sword spirit.
The shepherd song retreated half a step, a sword wound appeared on the left shoulder, blood oozed out, and the clothes were full.
"Severe injuries, such a fighting strength, the name of Qi Wang, really true"
Shepherd Song waved his shoulders to seal the injury, looked at the king in disguised men's clothes in front of him, looked down seriously, and listened to the turn of Tian Que, a thousand swordsmanship rose to the sky.
"It's Sword Eleven"
During the banquet, Ning Chen's expression narrowed and he was about to win or lose.
The sword is eleven, the sword energy is endless, the limit of the world is perfect, the sword energy is passed, and the sky is ruined.
After waiting for a long time, Lin Yuzhen sipped softly, and his body burst to the limit instantly.
The figure that disappeared instantly reappeared. It was already in the rain of swords. The thunder was extremely strong, blocking the heavy and heavy sword gas, and the figure that continued to move forward quickly approached the sword in front of him.
"Uh"
The sword enters an inch, the blood overflows, and seeing the success, the wounded shepherd song raises his hand and grabs the Fengming Jianfeng.
"sword"
"twelve"
The sky was shaking, and a dazzling and unusual sword disk came out. The sword was extremely extreme, and the majestic power spread. Outside the battle, a strong man with a sword suddenly sighed and could not breathe.
Swords that exceed the limits of the world, the world is unbearable, and all the voids collapse in response to the void.
Lin Yuzhen's eyes reflected in the glory, Zhen Yuanqiang mentioned that he wanted to stop the move.
Suddenly, the change arises, hits hard, and turns over again. Lin Yuzhen's internal injuries broke out, and the condensed true element was instantly dispersed.
"puff"
Blood spewed out, dyeing the red shirt, Lin Yuzhen staggered, and it was too late to resist.
In a moment of crisis, Ning Chen, who had been paying attention to the fighting situation, swept out of his seat. His left arm was raised, and the flesh and blood was hard to block the sword.
"Keng"
The sword light was cut, dazzling, and Tian Tianque, who was unable to do so, stood on the left arm of the former, bringing out a big waterfall of blood.
Kaka, a piercing crackling sounded, and a broken armguard appeared on Ning Chen's left arm. After twelve hard swords, the crack was more serious.
At the next moment, the armguard disappeared and was hidden in the former arm again.
"Senior Senior Sword, sorry"
Ning Chen looked at the person in front of her and apologized, "Qi Wang is my friend, I can't watch her happen"
It is very impolite to interfere in the duel of others, but he has no choice.
The animal husbandry song frowned lightly, and waved his right hand, put away Tianque, and said lightly, "The next is not an example."
"Thank you senior"
Ning Chen respectfully saluted and thanked.
Shepherd Song did not say much, stepped into the seat, and returned to his place.
"In this game, Tianfu Jianzun wins"
On the main seat, Mei Wuhen said a word, looking at the injured left arm of the former, his eyes flashed over the streamer, and in the next game, the ninth son of Momen faced the white feather sword god, but the battle had not yet At first, it was unwise to use the hands of swords.
Before the banquet, Ning Chen took Lin Yuzhen to his seat and said nothing. He walked directly back to the banquet and greeted his opponent.
During the banquet, the white feather sword in white stood up and stepped forward to the seat.
"In Xia Ningchen, please invite Mr. Bai Yu"
"please"
Bai Yu sword nodded his head, his right hand was falsely held, the right side of the body, the clear sky manifested, the sword did not appear, Shuanghua Mantian.
Ning Chen set his mind, Tai Shi appeared in front, after a moment, the sword moved.
In the instantaneous battle, the flames spread, the sword light spreads, and it will soon perish.
Bai Yu Jianshen's footsteps did not move, his body kept moving, avoiding one after another sword light, unsheathed sword, the sword became heavier.
On the sword feast, the sword of heaven, and the appearance of the sheath, it is the way of the sword.
The evaluation of Tianpin comes from his mouth. Therefore, Ning Chen knows the terrifying swordsmanship of others in front of him better than anyone else.
The blue sword, the red flame, the phoenix speed, the famous swords of the Daomen, complement each other, and fight against the pinnacle of opponents.
"One way, stay in soul"
Ten strokes, the white feather sword set his pace, the sword came out, the moment of elegance, the sword reflected the snow, and the spirits stayed in spirit.
The sword came out, the sky opened, and the Excalibur passed through. There was no time to react.
"Uh"
A sword approached, half an inch into the body, Ning Chen groaned in his mouth, Feng Xing swiftly, withdrew ten feet away ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Jian Feng was out of the body, blood was pouring out, the red clothes were stained, it was amazing One sword, martial arts knowledge like Ning Chen, could not avoid it.
There is a sky outside, there are people outside, there are profound and profound martial arts in the world, no one can fully understand, get one, and the extreme cultivation is enough to win the world.
The White Feather Sword God who specializes in one will be reduced to the Xeon.
"The one who has been recruited by me without losing the fighting power. For a hundred years, you are the first person, the ninth son of Momen. People in the world say you are good at calculating, but, watching your sword, it is not for the younger generation. , Come on, let me see your true skills and prove that I have not misunderstood people "
The white feather sword god's face is serious and abnormal, the whole body's sword intention is coiled, the powerful cultivation is undisguised, the real world is the pinnacle, the only one on the sword, the strong among the strong, the strength is full.
Looking at the person in front of him, Ning Chen's expression gradually settled down. He must get it as the chief. Before that, let him enjoy a fight.
Stepping out, the phoenix soared into the sky, the burning flaming flames, the four elephants borrowed their strength, the phoenix returned to their ancestors, Ning Chen's long black hair turned blood red, hunting and dancing wildly.