Vol 2 Chapter 1166: Dead air

Killing the road is another kind of road. It is more extreme than the kendo. It depends on killing and transformation. No one is a weak person.
Cold walking on the platform, the whole scene is quiet, this is a kind of respect for the strong. The cold is definitely the most powerful candidate in the top three competitions. It also has the same strength as the top three, and has the prestige. respect.
Just after his battle with the sound poetry, the sound of the poetry almost lost to him, and finally managed to rely on a weak advantage to win.
With his appearance, the atmosphere around him suddenly became dignified. The unscrupulous murderousness on his body caused countless people to fall into the ice water, and they could not help but tremble.
Cold standing on the platform, pulling out the blood sword tied to the waist, a pair of eyes staring coldly at Zhao Wei, there is no fear of Zhao Wei, as if he still wants to kill Zhao Wei, the attitude is a bit arrogant.
"Hey!"
Without any words, Leng Biao began to attack, only to see him raise his sword, and forcefully slammed into Zhao, a sword light instantly flew out, to the direction of all the way to Zhao.
"boom!"
At this moment, the field of Emperor Zhao’s emperor came out at a time, but in an instant, the field of the emperor was actually opened by a sword. Among them, Zhao Wei was shocked, and the side of the body escaped from the area of ​​the emperor. Jianguang, the ground also has a two-finger wide, but very deep sword marks.
The people couldn’t help but exclaimed and exulted. It was so simple and straightforward to break through the defense of the emperor. The emperor seemed to be so in front of the cold, and it seemed that the coldness might win. This could not help but make the ancient The spirit of the people in Titian was shocked.
At this time, cold-blooded has become the strongest person in the sainthood. What is mastered is the sacred killing, and some horror is strong. It is not any nine-order resistance.
The big men in the stands are also condensed and show their full interest. The reality of the cold watch is surprising. It is much stronger than the previous match of the poetry. This should be the full strength of the cold.
"Do you say that this cold can win the emperor?" The tenth-ranked fire asked, facing the top ten of the Guti list standing next to him.
The ancient sword replied coldly. "It may be a bit difficult, because the emperor has not used all his strength so far. Those who may have just warmed up before are now the real battle."
The face of the fire is a bit awkward, because the battle between himself and Zhao Wei is said to be warm-up, but the coldness is indeed much stronger than him.
Zhao’s look at this time has also become serious, because he has already felt a pressure from Leng Bing, and his own cultivation and comprehension is not as good as him.
"Hey!"
Zhao Yu stretched out a hand and grabbed it. A gray sword appeared in his hand. It was the sword of death, and countless deaths spread in an instant.
"boom!"
Then Zhao Wei took a hard look, and the huge dead air was like a big wave, with a breath that made everything die, and went cold.
The cold pupils shrink, turning into a sword light, with fierce power, rushing to the big waves formed by the dead air.
"Hey!"
A scream of the sword rang, and the big wave formed by the dead air was split into two by the sword light. The cold rush was like a streamer, and came to Zhao Wei, and a sword slammed into Zhao.
Zhao Yu’s face is expressionless, and there are seventy-two blood-colored floating above the top of the head. When the cold is coming, the seventy-two form seventy-two blood-colored pikes, each of which is three meters long. The rapid power is shot against the cold.
Faced with the lances formed by the seventy-two holy places, the cold face changed, because this is equivalent to the 72 sacred strong, attacking him together.
Cold and improved the attack and entered the defensive state.
Oh...
The pike fell with a terrible force, and he sneaked on the side, waving the sword, bringing out a lot of blood, smashing the rifle, forming a stock like a real storm, the ground is constantly Broken.
At this moment, Zhao Wei has raised the sword of death and pulled out with a forceful sword.
"boom!"
A huge gray sword light, bursting out in the blink of an eye, chilling past, as if the air was smashed into two.
The look of coldness changed, and the blood sword in his hand was kept in front of him, but he was still flying out.
Stabilizing the body, a trace of blood flowing from the cold mouth, his eyes began to look at Zhao Wei.
"This emperor really didn't use all his strength. Now he starts his hands and is completely different from before." Someone couldn't help but say this.
The other person was also surprised. "Before it seems that we are watching this emperor!"
The top ten people in Goutti are silent, without any words, because the power of Zhao Wei still does not break out.
"boom!"
A roar sounded, and all the killings broke out. A murderous storm spread out. The body was half a foot away from the ground. The eyes had become blood red, and a long hair and clothes danced with the wind.
This huge murderous spread, which makes people feel extremely horrified, makes the human body soft, and even the world is beginning to change, and there is a trace of blood.
At this time, coldness is like the existence of killing God. Under this strong killing, the meaning of killing swords in Zhao Wei’s body is uncontrollable, and how the meaning of killing swords may leak out, Zhao Wei understands Solve the battle as soon as possible to avoid any accidents.
Zhao Yi stepped out and began to distribute all the power. A huge black arrogance ignited from Zhao Wei. The noble, overbearing, and powerful Emperor's potential, such as the same wave of waves, generally impacted the hearts of countless people.
"Hey!"
Cold and slanting the sword, a murderous air will make the space solidify, with this earth-shattering power, cold and rushed to Zhao.
And Zhao Wei also lifted the death sword in his hand~EbookFREE.me~ countless million gray light spread out, a figure appeared on the back of Zhao Yu's head, it was dressed in a palace skirt, pale, but very beautiful woman.
"boom!"
When Zhao Yi’s sword fell, the woman rushed to the cold with a sigh of death. The two men slammed together, and the coldness of the solidified square space was instantly infiltrated by the sea. He himself was forced to fly out.
Then fell to the ground, spit out a large mouth of blood, and fell into a coma.
The countless people around him couldn't help but swallow a bit of water, and some shocked. "This is the real power of the emperor? Really strong!"
The big characters in the stands also looked a little serious, because Zhao Wei’s step by step performance has already begun to make them unable to pay attention.
"Who else can fight?"
Zhao Yan’s face was filled with a confident and arrogant smile, and he said loudly that this kind of battle was actually quite enjoyable, because it was using its own strength, not other external forces.