Chapter 683: World mill

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read2();　　 Gwangju Wanjian Pavilion is worthy of being one of the top ten sect forces with deep hidden strength. Even at this time, Jian Pavilion gathered almost all the disciples and formations on the top of the mountain. Burying the Sword Lake, but the sword formation composed of more than 20 disciples guarding the mountain gate can still easily block the general master of the palm edge birth and death realm.
　　 However, the Great National Master who is coming this time is not an ordinary great master, but a half-sage who has already stepped on the last bridge of heaven and earth with half his foot, and is a terrifying half-sage triple!
　　 Therefore, upside down, the disciples of the sword pavilion Moriyama suspended in mid-air can only watch this small figure, step by step, disappear into the ten thousand sword pavilion.
　　 Inside Wanjian Pavilion, the dark tide is surging, and the temperature above the mountains is also very low, and even the wind whistling in the ears has a sharp and sharp aura that makes the skin tingling.
　　The moonlight is like water, and the Great Master stepped forward on the road of the sword pavilion alone, surrounded by attics like sharp swords piercing the sky.
　　 Da Guo Shi looked around, and then a slightly harsh voice spread out:
　　 "The sharp aura here is extremely strong, and Wanjian Pavilion really deserves its reputation."
　　 In Wanjian Pavilion, everything in sight is sharp and sharp, because this sect believes in sharpness and infinite purity.
None of the sword pavilions around the Great National Master had a light on, which means that all the disciples had gathered on the bank of the Burial Sword Lake. After all, for the Wanjian Pavilion, the Sect Master’s sanctification is more important than anything, even the entire sword pavilion This was ruined, but a saint, rebuilding the sect just waved.
The Great National Master who rushed into the Wanjian Pavilion at night was not in a hurry. Instead, like a tourist, he walked slowly on the wide road with his hands behind his back. After a while, perhaps he had already seen almost the same, his right foot was lifted on the ground. With a light step on it, the whole figure turned into a phantom, rising towards the sky.
On the top of Wanjian Mountain, at this time, the huge Buried Sword Lake is a world apart from the past. Countless cyan sharp air occupies the void above the entire lake, as if covering the entire night sky with a thin layer. In the green yarn, at the same time, under the shining of the bright moonlight, a huge green lotus budding is looming within the green yarn.
　　 Surrounded by the Buried Sword Lake, there are densely packed Jiange disciples. These disciples have united the auras of the whole body into one place, forming a vast array of grinding plates covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire lake.
　　 In this episode, the array of tens of thousands of disciples is the real millstone that cuts everything. It is not the same as the one that went out of the mountain gate!
　　 On the surface of Buried Jianhu Lake, the young girl Jiansheng sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath, feeling the impact of a stronger than one wave in the center of the lake, she nodded insignificantly, and muttered softly:
　　 "It's coming, it's coming!"
Murong and Hualian are ready to formally impact the realm of the saint after Nirvana blooms, and the aura that Qinglian unconsciously exudes is the supreme sword aura that cuts everything. Therefore, the closer to the lake, the more the sword aura becomes. , The greater the pressure.
A girl born with a sword heart can withstand this extreme sword energy more than anyone else. Therefore, when Qinglian was just taking shape, she sat in the center of the lake to protect herself, and as time passed, she sat cross-legged. More and more outside, and by this time, he was already on the edge of Burial Jian Lake.
Feeling the constant strong tingling sensation all over the body, Jiansheng opened his eyes and stood up slowly, preparing to take another step outside, but after the girl took a step, an extremely harsh sword sound came directly from the mountain , Instantly resounded across the sky.
　　 The sound of the sword sounded suddenly, and the girl sword turned around abruptly, stretched out her hand and drew out the first-grade Dao soul Ling Luo sword from the void, and opened her mouth and let out an angry shout:
　　 "Wanjian Pavilion disciple, fight!"
　　 After the shout, over the entire Sword Burying Lake, the sharp energy that splits the void suddenly skyrocketed outward, and the sword soul gradually appeared one after another, and then turned into thousands of stars, shining under the entire night sky.
Jian Sheng raised his head and held his breath with all the Wanjian Pavilion disciples. A black shadow merged into the void, directly carrying the most violent aura, with the momentum of thunder, from top to bottom, impacting the stars composed of countless sword souls. In the sea.
The Great National Master, who had always been cowering and hiding behind the scenes, was now above the Burial Sword Lake. Unexpectedly, he released all his aura outwards without any muddle, and at the same time, it was dark black, blending into the huge realm under the night. , Accompanied by a transparent water mirror, rapidly expanding outward.
　　 Above the Void of Buried Sword Lake, beside the full moon, a dark black falling meteor appeared!
　　 In the next second, the Great National Master, who completely released his domineering aura, rushed to the same place without any fancy with the world millstone array that turned into stars.
　　 This is not a battle between sword and shield, because the defense that the disciple of Wanjian Pavilion believes in is offense.
　　 Therefore, the sky above the Buried Sword Lake is a confrontation of sword and spear!
All formations in the world have formation eyes, and the formation eyes of the heaven and earth milling formation that shroud the entire sky is the sword student girl standing on the surface of the lake and holding the first-grade Dao soul Lingluo sword. She was born as one of the few monks in the Wanjian Pavilion who could bear the blessing of the entire great formation.
At this time, Jiansheng’s pale silver eyes clearly showed the gray hair of the great masters who exploded outward like a needle, and the void around it that was distorted by the shocking and vulgar aura. The girl is not gorgeous but extremely attractive. His face was full of perseverance, his lips pressed tightly, his right foot stepped forward, and the Ling Luo sword exuding the misty starlight directly pierced forward.
In the next breath, countless circular intertwined sword souls above the sky stood up instantly, and as the Lingluo sword pierced out, the entire huge star grinding disc shrank inward, and faced the great national teacher who was rushing down. Crazy strangulation.
　　 Millstone, used by Daxia folk to grind grains, has an extremely important role, but at this time, above the sky, what is being ground in the millstone is not like beans and wheat, but a semi-sage overhaul!
　　 The entire world grinding disc began to roll, grinding air, dust, everything under its envelope, including the Great National Master who smashed into it!
　　 Around the Great National Master, swords are constantly whistling in all directions, and every inch of space is filled with misty and sharp air.
　　 Sword Soul was wrapped in a sharp edge, and began to cut the deep blue field condensed around Daguoji a little bit inward, and issued bursts of harsh cutting sounds.
　　 "Wanjian Pavilion forbids the hidden sword lake, the intruder, die!"
　　 Above the lake, the sword student with murderous intent in his eyes, took a step forward again, roaring angrily through the sky, and then all the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion sitting cross-legged uttered an angry shout:
　　 "Dead!"
　　 roar swept through, the world grinding disc sword array shrank inward again, the dark blue field in the center of the sword array was directly rubbed off for a whole layer!
　　 The falling figure of Da Guo Shi stopped instantly.