Chapter 2828: Sword Saint

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"You two will allocate it yourself!"
"This..." Shangguanqin looked at the small mirror, and there was a trace of longing in his eyes.
"You hold this thing!" Although Zhu Qunxing had some hot eyes, he saw Shangguanqin's gaze, and suddenly he gritted his teeth and pushed the small mirror towards Shangguanqin.
"This..." Shangguanqin hesitated when he saw the small mirror in front of himself.
"Sister Sister, just keep it!" Lu Qi looked at Zhu Qunxing deeply, admiring her secretly, and being indifferent to a creature of immortality. This person is really good.
"Thank you! Stars!" Shangguanqin seemed to have made a decision at this time. There was a bit of shyness in his voice, and there was a hint of red glow flying on his face.
"No thanks! No thanks!" Zhu Qunxing heard Shangguanqin calling himself, and he couldn't help but stunned on the spot, but his face was ecstatic at the next moment.
"Really..." Lu Qi didn't know what to see in this scene, but there was some envy. "Okay, now is not the time to say this, help Brother Zhao to fight!"
"it is good……"
It was at this time that Zhao Yuande's other hand turned into a fist and directly bombarded him towards Qiu Dahan.
"Click!"
Qiu Dahan hurriedly split the sword in his hand and struck it with Zhao Yuande's fist, and immediately made a crisp metal cracking sound.
The half-step sword that made Xianbao was actually shattered into pieces of iron.
The powerful force not only smashed the sword, but the terrorist force blasted Qiu Dahan out of the air and hit the stars hard.
"Wow!"
Qiu Dahan opened a mouthful of blood, and there was an unbelievable horror on his face.
"escape!"
Qiu Dahan no longer dared to fight Zhao Yuande. At this point, he had already scared his soul, and no longer dared to go to the end of Thunder, and turned around and fled.
Zhao Yuande wanted to continue to kill, but found that dozens of figures had landed on Lei Xing, rushing towards the huge thunder ball among the stars.
"All come back to me!" Zhao Yuande was too late to chase down the big bearded Qiuhan, his figure appeared in front of these dozen people, and he fought against them repeatedly.
Suddenly more than a dozen huge worlds appeared here, colliding with each other, making a terrifying loud noise.
The dozen people felt the threat posed to them by the chemical boxing and couldn't help but look slightly changed.
Many of this group of people are comparable to Qiuhan, and even one person is even better than Qiuhan.
Their eyes were fierce, and they shattered the huge world they were suppressing.
"Go together and cut this person!" The man who was more powerful than Qiuhan Han was a cold-faced young man in a golden robe. His sword and eyebrows, his slender posture, his whole body exuded a terrible cold breath .
"He even stopped us from seizing the origin of Thunder and killing him!" Another person shouted and launched a terrible attack on Zhao Yuande without hesitation.
"Boom!"
Zhao Yuande was instantly at war with these people. Although these people are not his opponents alone, but each of their cultivation practices has reached the heavenly realm, and they are all peerless geniuses.
Among them, the fighting strength of the men in the golden robe is comparable to the strongman at the beginning of the ninth small step.
The combination of these people made Zhao Yuande feel tired.
But even so, he blocked these people so that they could not find time to seize the origin of the Thunder.
"This person is so powerful, we work together to urge my holy figure, and only the power of all of us can really kill him!" The man in the golden robe even offered a long picture at this time.
The picture depicts a pair of gold and iron horses, fighting in the battlefield, and a strong killing air rushes out of the picture, making people feel as if they have suddenly entered the battlefield in the picture, becoming Among the powerful warriors.
"If the sword saint is really powerful, there are even such powerful treasures, I promised to join hands!" One of them suddenly saw a trace of fear in the picture of Saint Tutu, but his face calmed down quickly, and he readily agreed. Too.
"Then we will unite, but the ugly saying is in front, after beheading this kid, we still have to fight for the origin of the Thunder!" Another person said.
"Join and behead together!"
"Okay! After beheading this son, we each have our own skills!" The sacred Son of the Sword smiled faintly, and the holy figure in his hand suddenly expanded a thousand times, and finally he shrouded in overwhelming.
Zhao Yuande suddenly felt the space around him change, and he seemed to be caught in a huge battlefield, and countless powerful soldiers rushed towards him.
Among these powerful warriors, a figure enveloped in light was extremely fast, and the breath was so powerful that he was a little shocked.
He knew that these figures shrouded in blood must be those who entered the holy drawings, and they had such power for a while after the blessing of the holy drawings.
"Every piece of the first-generation synthetic Xianbao also wants to trap me, it's really ignorant!" Zhao Yuande couldn't care about hiding his strength at this time. In case Lei Yuan was interrupted by someone, he was even taken away. Nowhere to cry.
So this time, the last killer had to sacrifice.
"Buzz!"
A Void Sword burst out of the sky and beheaded directly to the cultivator closest to him.
"what!"
The practice screamed, and the head was chopped directly.
The Void Jianmang had no stagnation, directly rushed into the forehead sky, tearing the sky directly out of a huge mouth.
"go!"
Zhao Yuande's Divine Realm launched, and the sound of his body rushed out through that huge mouth.
He had just rushed out of the world shrouded by the holy figure, and suddenly saw that the son called Ru Jian had rushed to the huge ball of thunder.
"Damn it!" Zhao Yuande roared, and once again a Void Jianmang shot out.
Void Jianmang ignored space and time at all, even a few points faster than teleportation, and appeared directly behind the son of Sword Sword, cutting directly towards his neck.
"This... how is it possible!" The sword saint son felt a strong crisis, and his body wanted to reverse the cutting of the sword.
But how can the Void Swordsman be so easily evaded, as long as the soul is not as good as Zhao Yuande's cultivator, there is simply no chance to avoid this blow!
Although this powerful son of Sword Sword is strong, his cultivation base is only the middle of the eighth small step. The power of the gods and souls has just stepped into the eighth small step.
"puff!"
Void Jianmang cutting, directly cut off the head like the sword saint son.