Chapter 6239: Wan Jiangui

A spirit that is as solid as it came to Ye Qian, directly locked in the air.
Ye Qian did not move. This spirit was tough and sharp into the sword. It seemed to be tempered by the temper, and it was poured into a sword-repairing will. Even with Ye Qian’s powerful spirit, it could not break this mental lock.
This trick to return to the sword, can only be hard!
Still underestimated the world!
Ye Qian looked at the top of the blood sword elders in the distance, and the swords of the rising and rising atmosphere
Wan Jian is a sect, even if it is a genuine sword repair, it is not necessarily able to comprehend. This evil sect family has such a genius, it is incredible.
Ye Qian can completely rush into the space and directly flash to the side of the blood sword elders, but he does not intend to do so. He wants to see the sword that is known as the sword repair limit, and his knife is stronger. .
A passion that has never been seen before comes from Ye Qian’s heart, giving you time, letting you gain momentum, come on, let me see, under the seven-pointed situation, the sword that is known as the first attack To what extent!
Ye Qian blocked the royal power behind him, and the horizontal knife faced the blood sword elders, and he slowly closed his eyes.
A fierce momentum emerged from Ye Qian, including but not revealing, slowly rising, and the ancient sword appeared in the hands.
The innumerable spirits rushed from the Dantian all the way to the ancient knives, but at this moment the ancient knives did not appear as purple knives as usual.
A purple pattern appeared in the ancient knife body, and between moments, purple covered the entire blade.
The purple light spread, the blade slowly began to grow under the purple light filling, not a layer of purple knives, but from the blade to the blade, like a substantial change in size.
Between the shackles, the ancient knives swelled to the captain, and a glimmer of purple light emerged on the blade, constantly absorbing the spirit and momentum of Ye Qian.
After Ye Qian’s body, Wang Quanfu looked nervously at the ever-expanding blood sword in front of him. The momentum was separated from the spirit of the sea, and the power of the king was inexhaustible. A desperate birth in his heart.
Is the master of the leaf in front of him really able to block the most powerful attack of the sword repairing the land?
"Blood sword, stop, stop!"
"Blood sword, you are crazy, don't mess!"
"Blood sword, you are aiming at Wang Fugui, beg you not, don't kill the alchemy teacher, he is the future of the family..."
The other three elders who came together together felt that they had a dog at the moment, and they almost always voiced the blood sword elders, and even the forehead was even cold sweat.
The blood sword at the moment they understand, they three can not wait to kill the alchemy teacher.
But if you want to think about it, you can't really do it!
The eight-in-one alchemy teacher is concerned with the future rise of the family. If it is here, the elders of the blood sword will return to the sect, and even the two old ones will not be able to pass, let alone the sovereignty of the family!
Anxious to return, let them go up to interrupt the blood sword elders, they also dare not, this ultimate move, they dare to block the two results.
Was killed by Wan Jian, or the blood sword elders were smothered and directly blew themselves.
Which one is not what they want, but when the moves are formed, the result of the alchemy being killed is not what they can afford.
The three elders were completely ignorant at the moment, and a sadness of tears and tears spread in my heart.
Even if the family sovereignty is born, it is already a glimpse of the seven major abilities of the road. After watching the power of the blood sword elders Wanjian returning to the sect, it is also silent and blunt.
That alchemy teacher is dead!
The three elders looked at the gradual formation of the sword and returned to the sect. A desperate appearance on the face, although the people were killed by blood, but the consequences must be with them.
Even if they are expensive family elders, killing an eight-inspired alchemy teacher about the future of the family, the consequences can not bear the weight.
Killing the body.
Sudoku’s sovereignty, Yusheng suddenly got up, and his face was dignified and he forgot the blood sword elders Wanjian’s return to the sect.
"The sword is returned to the sect! What kind of ghost is the blood sword, the two old people, what do you want to do!"
"The family is cautious!"
The two tribes did not look at Quan Yusheng, but also looked at the sword that could be seen from far away. The sword of his son’s blood sword was once the place where he talked in the family. He could kill one. Does Wang Fugui need Wan Jian to return to the sect?
There is a bad premonition in the old hearts of the two families. After all, his eldest son is likely to die in the hands of the alchemy master. It is not unbelievable that the strength can force the blood sword to use the sword to return to the sect!
The big family sighed, didn't talk, and the head hurts badly. The blood sword and the sword are killed by Wang Fugui. In the event of an alchemy teacher, the family really has no peace.
"If the alchemy teacher died in Wan Jian's return to the ancestor, the two old people went to Houshan to raise the heavens!"
Quan Yusheng sneered, Wang Fugui died, he does not feel bad, can protect and protect, can not help but nothing, but if the alchemy teacher is dead, the old church will not give him an account, he will never be good.
After Quan Yusheng finished, he skipped the hall directly and flew to the battle.
"Go all, always have a result!"
The old tribe is always telling others to follow, lazy to say anything, tired, fart big things, always because of guilty to make both losses, and finally no one can afford to be cheap, why is it!
"The blood sword stops!"
Quan Yusheng came to the battle in the blink of an eye. Under the spirit of inspiration, the sword of the sword that was turned into a sacred sword was locked by a stranger.
In a hurry, Quan Yusheng did not even have a voice, and directly ordered the emperor to the blood sword, but there was no movement on his body, stopping at a distance.
"Blood sword, close it up!"
The two old people also rushed over at this time, and also found the most unwanted things. They quickly rushed to stop their own sons, and their hearts were full of anger. If the alchemy teacher died in Wanjian, I am afraid he really wants to return to the mountains. There is no more right to speak in the family.
But the two old people also dare not go forward to forcibly interrupt the blood sword, only to jump anxiously next to them.
The old tribe led other people around, and he didn’t even have the desire to talk and drink. He saw very clearly that Wan Jian’s return to the sect had already been completed. At this time, he could not stop the move, and the family only had a glimpse of the seven. Home sovereignty rain can fight to block this move.
The old tribe looked at Quan Yusheng, who was dark in his face, and he sighed in his heart. He was afraid that the owner of the family would open his heart and wait for the alchemy teacher to die in Wanjian, so that he could directly overthrow the two old families. Be in control.
Block the gun to the alchemy teacher, it does not exist!
Listen to your fate!
"Dead!"
A touch of unstoppable swordsman appeared on the periphery of the blood sword, and the sword was finally formed. The sword elders showed a happy intention, a handprint, pointing to kill his eldest brother Ye Qian.
Like a nine-day blood-colored waterfall falling down, the shackles of the smashing swords of the law, the swords and the rivers swept away.
Finished! The elders of the three neighbors were dead, and closed their eyes.

Die well! Quan Yusheng’s mouth is full of smiles, and it’s hard to ask the two people to be in the eyes of the dead, and die!
"Don't!" The two hearts of the two are trembled. The spirit of the first hand rushes out, and the waist is directly hit by the blood sword, but it is useless. Instead, the spirit is swallowed up by the river.
The two old people immediately received the spiritual power, and sighed with a sigh of relief. They were a little old and looked at the swords that are far away. Just like the rights within their own families, they are getting farther and farther.
"Definitely!" Behind Ye Qian, Wang Quanfu was completely shocked by the sword that had fallen down. The heart was like a konjac, and the breathing stopped.
"A good sword is returned to the sect!"
In the face of the swords flowing down the ruined land, even if it is separated by tens of meters, Ye Qian can feel the edge and power.
The sword has not arrived, and its sword has arrived. Ye Qian’s face has marks on his face. His clothes are cut into countless pieces, but he is locked by Ye Qian with a gas machine and barely keeps intact.
Ye Qian’s spiritual power is all on the knife, and he has been unable to distinguish half of the spiritual power for defense.
"This knife, see the blood!"
Ye Qian opened his eyes, and a glimmer of sorrow and spleen flashed through his hands.
"This knife is all-in-one!"
Ye Qian's body is not like the volcanic eruption, the ancient knife blade flutters, vaguely a knife.
"This knife is invincible!"
The unyielding will of the battlefield will rise to the sky, and Ye Qian will slowly raise the old knife, and the tip of the knife will bring a touch of nothingness, as if the ancient knife had passed through the space and trembled.
When Wan Jian returned to Zonghuacheng's blood sword, Changhe was only one meter away from Ye Qian. When the queen of power was desperate and closed his eyes and died, the ancient knife in Ye Qian’s hands finally reached the highest.
"Kill!" Step back halfway, Ye Qian sipped low, with the invincible will of the war, sideways facing the sword that was just around the corner.
There is no bright and beautiful knife in the past, no swords return to the grandeur of the grandeur, the ancient swords across the void, a vain ripples are generally quietly spread out.
Unstoppable, the swords of the past are in the blink of an eye, as if they have been broken and cut off the sword.
Shou 臾 臾 臾 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 虚 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血
Everyone in the field was stunned, but his heart was relieved at the same time.
I don't know where the enchanting is, even the Wanjian Guizong can break it!
"What is the name of the knife?" The blood-sword elder had a white face hovering in the air, and the sound was a bit broken in the sharpness.
"No name!" Ye Qian looked at the sword elders and seriously returned.
There is really no name. Without the pressure of your sword, you can't make this move.
"Good knife!" The blood sword elder finished this sentence and closed his eyes.
A trace of blood appeared from the center of the body, the night wind blew, the blood sword elders split into two, falling...