Chapter 2078: One-step arrogance

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"Booming..."
Seeing a handle, the gas sword bursts above the golden bell, rising purple, like a group of fireworks. Stepping on his teeth and comforting himself.
"It doesn't matter, it's nothing, she will run out of power, she is only a short arrogance, she will be unlucky, the situation will be controlled by herself..."
However, after each self-comfort, it is extremely disappointing. The opposite of Xu Ziyan seems to be endless in the body. Looking at her appearance, where is the appearance of a little bit of power consumption?
The face was not a pale, red flutter. How long has it been, how many swords have been released? There are more than three hundred, right?
There was a lot of grievances there, and there was depression, but the entire cloud platform was already boiling.
At this time, the blood of each monk boiled up. This does not blame them. When did the monks in the room see such a hegemonic play, when did they see such a strong attack. At this time, there is only one wish in their hearts, that is, they hope that Xu Ziyan will not stop. They are looking forward to seeing a miracle and seeing a legend that cannot be surpassed.
Therefore, hundreds of thousands of monks have forgotten both sides of the enemy. They just looked forward to how much Xu Ziyan could release and the sword, one by one, licking his neck and shouting neatly:
"Three hundred and one one... three hundred and eighty five... four hundred and twenty one..."
"Come on, come again..."
at this time. The sword has come back, and he is sitting on the high platform in the clouds. I couldn’t help but shouted:
"Five hundred and eighteen... five hundred and nineteen..."
Hundreds of thousands of monks voiced in unison, and all the monks' emotions were ignited and excited to the extreme. This is a legend, a mid-century peak of the Emperor of the Emperor is pressing a person to honor the monk, which will not be thought of even if the imagination is rich before the game.
It was this accident that made everyone's emotions out of control. They knew that a legend was born, and they were the witnesses of this legend.
And have been honored!
At this time, the unique existence has been automatically ignored, and the most dazzling person is standing in the mustard space. Xu Ziyan, whose clothes are fluttering.
at this moment.
Not to mention Situ Ming, Huang Tian, ​​their level of monks, is the nine masters and twelve days of respect at this time is also looking forward to Xu Ziyan, looking forward to the birth of a thousand legends.
"Six hundred handles!"
I felt that my throat was a bit salty, and a smell poured into my mouth. This is not his injury, but his anger. Six hundred handles of swords are constantly bombarded on the Golden Bell, and Xu Ziyan is as easy as drinking water.
I am after the match with Xu Ziyan. It seems that I only had time to attack two tricks, and then it became a performance by Xu Ziyan. Constantly releasing a handle of the sword, and he is only like a turtle in the shell...
Too shameful...
How can I not understand why I can't understand, how can a Xiandi mid-peak peak have such ample power? Not to mention the mid-peak of the Emperor, it is that this person is not such a rich reserve of power!
When the gas sword was released to the hundredth, the fear in the one-step heart began to infinitely magnified, gradually giving birth to a feeling called despair...
He now regrets a bit. Why do you want to get a big agreement with Luoyang? Let’s kill Xu Ziyan first?
Originally thought that Xu Ziyan was just a cockroach ant, but have you seen such a cockroach? If you don't pretend to be big. Three people are fighting. You may not suffer such humiliation.
Well, even if you still suffer such humiliation, isn’t it your own? Are there always Luoyang to accompany yourself?
There was a feeling of collapse at this time because he found that the speed at which Xu Ziyan released the sword was accelerated. At first she waited for a squirt to burst and then released another handle.
but now……
Xu Ziyan is simply a release like convergence. One handle and one handle, connected in the air into a line and bombarded the past with the Golden Bell. The sound of the explosion is like a fried bean.
"This is this... I have come out with experience..."
He stepped his teeth and sent Yuan Li to the Admiralty. At this time, the only thing he could do was to consume it with Xu Ziyan. At this time, he had no confidence to consume the power of Xu Ziyan. Instead, he began to worry about whether his strength could Supported.
From the beginning, Xu Ziyan was regarded as an ant that can be crushed at any time. Nowadays, it is pressed by Xu Ziyan. The huge contrast between the two is so full of loss.
Xu Ziyan looked at the appearance of the one-step turtle in the golden bell, naturally knows the intention of the single step, but will his own power be exhausted?
of course not!
Because Xu Ziyan has no loss of strength at all, these swords are all condensed in advance and placed in the seal of the spirit. They just used the weak mental power to transfer them out and bombard them.
Xu Ziyan has already seen that the golden bell of the single step has dimmed to the extreme. Although his own sword has only two hundred handles left, it is enough.
Xu Ziyan felt that the timing was almost over, and she was not prepared to consume it. She was prepared to give a one-step fatal blow.
"Hey..."
On the top of Xu Ziyan’s head, a purple cloud appeared instantly. It was a hundred-handed sword and a hundred-handed sword with a medium-level power.
The whole scene is silent!
Hundreds of thousands of monks who had been screaming at the numbers all the time, seemed to be stunned by the neck and collectively lost their voices.
Is this...Nima is something that someone of humanity can do?
With one handle and one handle, more than seven hundred swords were released, and when everyone thought that her power was almost the same, she suddenly made a hundred swords...
"Booming..."
A hundred-handed sword blew above the golden bell. The crisp cracking sound came out, and the Admiralty dissipated the brilliance in an instant, instantly shrinking and falling helplessly from the air.
"Step by step. When you conceal Lan Lanling, can you think of today?" Xu Ziyan's sleeves slowly swayed in the air.
"嗡", and a hundred swords formed a purple cloud floating on the head of Xu Ziyan...
"This is what you forced me!"
At this time, there is no one-size-fits-all strategy, and you want to save your strength. It is impossible to kill Xu Ziyan without any damage. So he only has to fight with Xu Ziyan, winning a first-line victory in the fight.
"Hey..."
The world of independence has spread wildly, and a golden world has expanded outwards with a single step.
The speed of the expansion of the unique step has reached the limit, surpassing the speed of light. At this time, when he is alone, he releases his peak state.
"go with!"
As Xu Ziyan slammed, the purple cloud hanging over his head screamed and slammed toward the world of independence.
"Booming..."
In a roar, the one-step world began to break. He stepped on his teeth, but he couldn't seal the blood from his mouth, but he still urged his own world to push toward Xu Ziyan. Even the broken world is still stubbornly forced to the Xu Ziyan.
The speed of the world is too fast, but the golden world before the blink of an eye has spread through the body of Xu Ziyan, and the entire cloud is silent, as if it has entered the void.
Step by step with two fists. Forcing the world to make his face paler and full of exhaustion. But the eyes are extraordinarily bright.
Because he succeeded, he successfully covered Xu Ziyan in his own territory, the game is over, and Xu Ziyan, who has been arrogant, has been killed by himself.
The center of the mustard space is shrouded in a golden world. In that world, the sky is golden, the earth is golden, and the flowing river is golden. Just in the golden world, stands a golden statue...
That is the statue of Xu Ziyan. At this time, Xu Ziyan was wrapped in a piece of gold. It was the power of the world. It wrapped Xu Ziyan in a layer of metal and formed a metal statue.

How is Xu Ziyan’s taste of death?

Walking alone toward Xu Ziyan. Here is his world, he is the master here. He could have stood in front of the statue of Xu Ziyan between his mind. However, the suppression of humiliation needs to be released all the time. He does not want to stand in front of the statue of Xu Ziyan, but to walk around. At this time, his heart has only one kind of emotion, that is, it is a pleasure!
Extremely happy!
He clearly knows that Xu Ziyan should be dying at this time, and he has not heard what he said, but he has to say, first, to himself. The second is to say to the audience, he needs to vent:
"Xu Ziyan, it is a pity! You almost won, but the garbage is rubbish. A fairy emperor can never be compared with a fairy. You don't understand this, so you only have to die."
Do you know what you call this?
You are called not self-reliant! A little fairy emperor wants to compete with a fairy for the first place, vying for the opportunity to open a sect. I really don’t know how to write the dead words..."
"We admit defeat!"
The soil above the high platform of the cloud suddenly stood up and shouted at the single step in the mustard space. The earth is really anxious this time, and Xu Ziyan is the hope of the future of Cangwu. If the time is delayed, Xu Ziyan, who is sealed inside the metal, will die.
"No! No! No!" The mustard in the mustard space looked at the water on the high platform of the cloud and shook his fingers and said:
"Sorry, Tu Zongzhu. According to the rules, only Xu Ziyan will end the game and will end. As long as she does not speak, I have the right to continue the game."
The look of the earth is a stagnation, is this not nonsense? Now Xu Ziyan has become a statue. How does she speak?
But this is the rule. The earth is looking at the twelve ancient gods. The twelve ancient gods have no words, and the rules are formulated by them. They cannot destroy the rules they have set. If it is destroyed, how will the future competition proceed?

Ask for a pink ticket! Ask for a ticket!

(To be continued~^~)