Vol 2 Chapter 1279: 0 hatched

The sword has a light and heavy point, and the epee has no front and can collapse. The weight of the sword is very important, its feathers, my generation of swords, weightlifting, winged thin, hidden machine... my master monk sword Huayu, a sword out, Hua Yu 100 billion, cold light Chongyu, Lang Lang Feiqiao Town Xinghai.
Sun Hao’s heart flashed through Jian’s key.
Jianhua Yu practiced to the extreme, able to turn out the feathers of hundreds of billions, can be cold and rushing to the sky, Lang Langfei, the town of Xinghai.
But now, Sun Hao can do it, just to the point where the weightlifting is light.
Among Sun Hao’s knowledge, Shen Xiangjian has reached the limit and turned into a feather that is fluttering.
God knows how to shake the sword, and Sun Hao seems to see a lightly floating agarwood sword, flying a feather-like sword light.
After another shock, another sword was issued.
In the state of Jianhua Yu, Sun Hao continuously vibrated five times of agarwood swords and issued five batches of Jianguang. Only then did he feel that the spirit was loose, the real elements on the agarwood sword were exhausted, and his own knowledge was rare. Feeling tired.
With a bang, Sun Hao’s body shook slightly and fell out of the state of Jianhua.
The entire state quickly returned to normal.
Then, along with other monks, Sun Hao witnessed the first appearance of his outbreak of Jianhua, the first time he killed the enemy.
The state is just magical. It seems that the time is very long, but in fact it is a moment. After Sun Hao fell out, he just saw the outbreak of Shen Xiangjian.
Like a meteor, the agarwood sword flying over the black fog dragon boat, the sword head swayed.
It seems to be a illusion. The agarwood sword is divided into two with the vibration and two divided into four. Four quarters... quickly. There is a dense agarwood sword in the air.
The sword shadow trembled. It seems that every sword is a real sword body. With the body of the agarwood sword as the core, it turns into a fan shape and flies away under the black fog.
The flying agarwood sword flows through the area, the black mist layer collapses and melts, and the sea boat below appears.
On the sea boat, the horrified expression of the Mozu warrior also appeared.
If the aroma of Shen Xiangjian is broken and the black fog is not shocking, then the next scene. Let all the monks and monks who watched the war be scared.
The huge Mozu sea boat, together with the Mozu monks above the sea boat, couldn’t get out of the way, and there was a horrified Demon monk on his face. In this horrified look, along with the sea boat, the streamer of the Aquilaria Sword Among them, it is turned into nothingness.
Quickly turned into nothingness.
It seems that the monks and the sea boats are all made up of fine sand. The wind blows and is blown away by layers of layers.
No flesh and blood. No time to scream, the Mozu sea boat and the warrior are in the sword light. Layer ablation.
A wave of Jianguang went down, and more than a mile of the sea, for one clear, even the sea, the sword light that was plunged into it was more than a mile.
Luo San drove the faucet and indented the depths of the black fog in time, but his heart was shocked.
Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang, the sea warfare technique, should be beyond the scope of combat technology. I don’t know how to describe it as well.
After a little pause, Luo San was still shocked when he was still looking at the sea surface of Jianhua Yu.
After the first wave of Jianguang, the agarwood sword in front of the sword was once again shaken.
The second wave of Jianguang rushed over again.
Almost connected, the third wave, the fourth wave, and the fifth wave of attacks, successively attacked the black fog dragon boat.
In the eyes of the monks watching the battle, it was Sun Hao who directly launched a powerful combat technique and launched a big siege on the Mozu.
The beautiful agarwood swords out, in the air, thousands of avatars, instantly formed a sword group, after killing a large number of demons, once again formed a huge sword Jianguang, enveloped a large sea of ​​black fog dragon boat.
The sound of Sun Hao’s clear voice came out:
Go, Jianhua Yu!

Shen Xiangjian took the lead and incarnates thousands of feathers. He glides through the air in the air, covering a huge sea area and sloping downwards.
The streamer passes and the black mist melts.
Streaming over, boating fly ash.
Flowing past, the Mozu horrified.
The streamer passed through, and the four or five miles of the sea covered the sky.
This time, the monks finally heard the sound of the Mozu warriors falling into the water, and they heard the cries of the Mozu warriors, and saw the defenses that the Mozu warriors barely supported.
But, without exception, the streamer, all the resistance, all the efforts are turned into nothingness.
Every streamer has an unparalleled power of collapse. The area covered by the streamer has become a huge force field. All the monks and sea boats, even the sea water, are forcibly broken down and turned into the finest particles. Floating on the sea.
In the dark fog, Luo San, who is on the faucet, almost retracted the streamer of the agarwood sword and retracted it into the dark fog farther away. When it appeared again, it looked at the empty sea surface that had just been swept by the agarwood sword. It was a horror.
Looking at Sun Hao deeply, Luo San did not dare to stay, no longer want to stop Sun Hao, and quickly escaped from the black fog.
On the Fengyun, the morale of the monks was so high.
Shen Xiang adults reproduce Shenwei, Shen Xiang Jian Jian is invincible, do not need to take the lead, the Fengyun monks cheered up in the sky: "Agarwood, agarwood..."
Sun Hao’s eyes were fixed on the direction of Luo San’s escape, and his mouth was violent:
Luo’s three brothers took a break, then pick me up, Jianhua, go...

God knows that the huge real yuan can be once again led by Sun Hao into the incense sword through the ship's array.
Sun Hao’s sword pointed to the front finger and violently said:
Where to escape!

Shen Xiangjian re-enacted thousands of feathers in an instant, and the trailing streamer chased the dragon boat in the black fog.
Under the streamer, the black mist was broken by layers.
Although the speed above the faucet of Luo San is very fast, he found that the streamer is much faster than himself.
Even if I move continuously in a row, it seems that the distance is getting closer and closer.
Luo San can even see that behind him, those loyal and demon warriors do not desperately drive the sea boat to block the streamer, and then turn into fly ash in the streamer.
The flying sword streamer, still trailing himself.
I managed to escape and chased it.
A lament in the heart, the strong Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang, did not expect that he will eventually fall into the sea of ​​the soul, when he is about to escape to the magic, fell on the sea of ​​this foreign land.
When the eyes are closed, Luo San’s mind seems to have seen the devil’s body. The wife and children who are waiting for their own return, the heart, flashed sad, I hope that you can live very well, farewell...
The streamer flew and annihilated everything, and the hard-hitting Luo San was unable to escape.
In Sun Hao’s heart, he breathed a sigh of relief and finally killed the demon general who had extraordinary commanding ability.
Sun Hao’s heart is thinking this way. In the sky, the unintoxicated old man who suppressed the Battle of the Soul Palace violently screamed:
Black water, you can’t think...

In the violent voice, the hand was lifted and the bamboo broom swept swiftly.
The Battle of the Soul Palace is no less than a hundred miles away from the battlefield where Sun Hao is located. However, the bamboo broom is gently swept away and has already reached the streamer moment.
With a bang, the bamboo broom hit a black sword.
The huge impact force, throwing Luo San's body forward, the speed is very fast, leaving the streamer a little.
Sun Hao’s heart is in a horizontal position. Regardless of the impact of the explosion, he still relies on the agarwood.
In the Battle of the Soul, the rats are not hungry and they are bursting out: "Cloudy clouds, don't think about me."
The skinny bone claws collided in the air with a golden compass.
Sun Hao pursued Luo San.
Luo San’s commanding ability is the devil’s weight, and he rescues and detonates a series of reactions.
Several big monks who guarded the Battle of the Soul Palace naturally would not stand by and watch the sounds. Around Luo San, there was a war against the heavens.
Sun Hao’s Jianhua Yu was shocked several times by the aftermath of the war. In the end, he could not catch up with Luo San. Of course, the aftermath of Sun Haojian’s Yu Yu was swept, and Luo San was also uncomfortable. He spurted blood and almost fell on the spot.
In the end, the Golden Day Devil, who had a slightly higher strength, personally shot, and extended a large hand to cover Luo Sanla into the magical field.
The soul is not drunk, but it has also been clearly transmitted from the Battle of the Soul: "This demon will have escaped into the magical, poor and chasing, Shen Xiang, the monks of all spirits, comprehensive counterattack, all the magical repairs into the magical in.
Sun Hao said: "Well, you friends, follow me, clear the demon army..."
Around the Wanshen Mountain, thousands of miles above the sea, black fog rolling ~EbookFREE.me~ black clouds tumbling, shocking the waves, the waves flying clouds, the war again and again.
Among the magical creatures, Luo San looked at Sun Hao’s dazzling power and destroyed the main force of his own fleet of 70%.
The other sea squadrons after the flight of the Swallows were not able to heal because of the slower speed. They arrived at the Magic Time a little later, and were chased by Sun Hao’s Fengyun fleet and the fleet of the Four Spirits, with losses of more than 80%.
If it weren’t for the massive magical sea beasts in the sea to make cannon fodder, maybe the Mozu maritime army would be wiped out.
When the last Mozu warship was turned into a fly ash in the sword light of Sun Hao.
Behind Sun Hao, all the warships.
On the hill of the soul, all the surviving monks.
They raised their long swords in their hands and vibrated the swords in their hands, bursting with bursts of cheers.
Under the leadership of the Fengyun No., the cheers of "Agarwood, Aloes" finally gathered into a huge sound, spread all over the island of the Soul. (To be continued.)