Chapter 413: Qianjian

"Old thief is terrible, Qin Lao, Mad Lion, Feng Ye, Zhang Zhuozu, I can't wait, when will I wait!"
Yaoyue Sanran yelled, "The rest waited to deal with the younger Jiang family. This generation definitely did not have the magical power to swallow up the soldiers' forces, and they all formed their own battles and killed them with blood.
Demon Moon is indeed the last person to win the first place in the seven-party victory. He is good at fighting and is longer than command.
He was the only one to order four of them, and they are the only four strong players in the field.
Here, Yaoyue Sanren dispatched a party, and the crowd was divided into two sets of battles. Below the condensate, they attacked everyone in the Jiang family. Above the condensate, they surrounded the second grandfather of the Jiang family. The war broke out.
There, the battle between Xu Yi and Feng Xifeng was also revealed.
Xu Yi was very annoyed, and racked his brains before he provoked the two sides to tear their faces, a fierce battle, never expected that Feng Xifeng did not even care about the main battlefield, and rushed to himself.
After several battles, with iron guards, Xu Yi was not afraid of Feng Xifeng.
He was annoyed that he was obliged to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, but was dragged into the war team.
Feng Xifeng came very fast. It is also a sea of ​​immense volume. Xu Yi has a return to the first step. Feng Xifeng has a realm of crushing and limp speed, which is even better.
Before Xu Yi escaped the fifty feet, he was caught up, and the sword of God of God turned around forever, countless silver flashes, and Xu Yi added countless horrible fissures.
"Junior, I didn't want to kill you, you are too aggressive!"
Feng Xifeng was independent in the air, his hair fluttered, and the masterpiece of the sword in the palm of his hand, Guanghua, vowed to burn half of the sky.
Xu Yi smiled, "Sword King, Sword King, King of Stomach Honey Sword, Lao Feng, but I casually say that it is so close to your temperament, it's all this time, you and I are going to die You are still so hypocritical! "
As he spoke, the rounds of gas emptied from his palms.
"Divided life and death? It's only up to you!"
King Feng Jian shouted loudly, the sword of God of God turned around, another flash of rotten silver flashed, Xu Yi's Qiyuan gathered, and was cut apart by Feng Jianwang, in an instant, the body that had covered the cracks, and added countless horrors gap.
"But with a broken sword, if you don't use it, you can't fight with me."
Xu Yi could not eat the grapes, and frankly the grapes were sour.
In secret, he admired Feng Xifeng's divine sword to the extreme.
To this day, he has been battle-tested for a long time, but he has never encountered such a horrible existence as the sword of God.
Today, he has practiced to the peak of Qihai, and has used the Tibetan front style to exert his energy. Then he hits the Qilong. He is very rich, confident that the second grandfather of the Jiang family will never dare to take it.
But such a terrible move was completely useless in front of Feng Xifeng.
That wicked divine sword, no matter if your Qilong is fierce or not, everything flashes away.
The killing intention is strong, the sword moves quickly, the heart reaches the sword, there is no defense, if there is no iron essence, Xu someone would have been lost under the sword.
In the face of such opponents, Xu Yi only had to consume, and if he was exhausted, perhaps there would be an opportunity.
The same is the boundless sea, Xu Yi has absolute confidence in his soul strength.
"But with a strange charm, I'll see how long this broken charm can last!"
Feng Xifeng sneered, concentrated on carrying the sword, and for a time, the sky was full of sword energy, and he wanted to burn half of the sky.
Resisting uselessness, Xu Yi simply gave up his effort and turned his fate into an undefeated golden body. At the same time, he also tried to capture this extreme sword.
Ten swords, hundred swords, thousand swords ...
The divine sword is like a red elf, constantly spinning, pieces of rotten silver, and almost a whole sky torn.
Among the rotten silver, Xu Yi looks like a glass man who can continue to unite, a little bit broken, and a little elixir, and then a little bit glued.
Then, it breaks, and it unites again.
The intensive tearing brought huge pain to Xu Yi, but the physical pain was completely covered by Xu Yi's spiritual joy.
Xu Yineng clearly felt that the split of the Divine Sword had greatly benefited his body. With this endless split, the undefeated golden body seemed to be evolving.
He can even feel that his body is getting harder and harder to recover, the speed of recovery is getting faster and faster, and even the gray sun in the depths of the sea is a little brighter.
In addition to the physical changes, Xu Yi is even more excited that the sword that he has been trying to capture from the beginning has finally become familiar.
It turned out that initially, in Xu Yi's calculations, he would consume Feng Xifeng completely tired, and then fight back.
However, as the iron essence in his hand became hotter, his heart gradually became hot, and a bold and strange idea jumped out of his mind inexplicably.
At this point, he began to consciously capture the trajectory of Feng Xifeng's sword move.
With this capture, Xu Yi was completely stunned, and his perception was as delicate as he was, but he could not touch the door at all.
He couldn't even feel that the coming of this sword move was truly unknown. Such a strange trick almost exceeded his imagination.
In the end, Xu Yi had the insights of two generations, his thoughts turned sharply, and in the meditation, there was a hint of insight: Feng Xifeng's instantaneous sword moves are very similar to the legendary state of no tricks and tricks.
If his true cultivation reaches such a level, it is not the sword strokes, but the sword intentions that he will realize.
At this point, he cursed himself stupidly: God's intentions, all mysteries, but not here like the sword of God.
Aiming at the direction, Xu Yi began to realize with his heart. Ten swords added body, one hundred swords added body, one thousand swords added body, using the body as a furnace and the heart as the touch, and let the storming sword rain thousands of refinements, he only captured a trace of meaning .
Gradually, Xu Yi finally caught the slightest meaning of being unclear and unclear.
That is a sword with my heart, only me with a sword, with both swords out, cutting off all the sharp meaning.
"This is the true top martial art!"
Inexplicably, Xu Yi gave birth to a strong admiration.
The Wen ancestor was tired. Initially, he had a strong urge to watch a wonderful drama.
The two martial arts students on the stage walked on the pillar constantly, one circle, two circles, ten circles, and hundreds of circles, and he saw that he was lethargic.
The ancestors of the Wen family were tired of watching the opera, and Feng Jianwang, who was singing on the stage, was even more tired.
Xu Yi had a good guess. His unparalleled sword skills were all in the sharpness of cutting off everything, melting his own meaning into a sword, and then the sword king Feng Xifeng became famous.
Just as the power of man is sometimes poor, the meaning of man is sometimes poor.
He simply suspected that Dao Yan had delivered the Scarlet Faced Child with the Vajrayana amulet at the bottom of the box.
Otherwise, his foot can make the soul-stricken ancestors retreat, and the invincible divine sword below Nether, how after thousands of swords, he still can't win this scarred child who can't fight back.
After thousands of swords, his extremely tough soul has gradually become empty.
The child with the scar face on the opposite side still remains me, broken, taking medicine, then breaking, and then taking medicine. He really does not know how much of the best elixir is stored in the scar ring of the scar-faced child.
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