Chapter 942: perish together

In front of the sword furnace, a person's figure stood proudly, like a desolate ancient sword. The two swords and eyebrows rose high and filled with swords. (8) (1) Chinese website Ww%W. %81.Zw. COM
Seven kills!
This man is a disciple of the sword god. He first played with Tang Yan and others in Changbai Mountain.
Tang Hao looked a little stunned and stared at him.
Compared with the past, the momentum of the seven kills is completely different, and the skill is obviously much better.
He remembers the seven-killing Rising Sun sword, so he doesn't have a small opponent, but he is not afraid of him.
"Don Juan, it is really you!" The tone of the seven kills reveals infinite murderousness. "You killed my master, this time I want you to pay for blood."
"Seven kills, is there only one of you? Song Yu, he is not the principal of the Jiange?" Tang Yan asked curiously.
Seven kills said indifferently: "There is so much nonsense, let me pass this level first."
"Okay, then I will try your hand." Tang Yan strode forward, but was first picked up by Wu Jie.
"I am coming!" Wu said, "Sword God Gaotu, after passing this village, there is no such store."
The meaning of this statement is very intriguing.
The sword is a vein that will disappear from now on, so she rushed to fight against the seven kills.
For her, the Seven Kills is a good opponent and can sharpen her efforts.
Since she cultivated the fire and the gods, the cultivation has increased greatly, and now it has reached the limit of the innate warrior - the innate nine products, only one step away from the realm of the master.
This degree of cultivation is simply unimaginable for her.
She once imagined that if she reached the realm of the guru in her thirties, it would have been awesome.
But now she is only twenty years old, and she will soon reach the realm of the master, which is even more powerful than her master and teacher.
She is very clear about who this greatest credit should belong to.
The Seven Kills understand the deep meaning of the martial arts, and the raging anger is burning more and more vigorously. "Wu, you and the cultivators are sinister. I will take your life first and pay homage to Master in the Spirit of Heaven."
Hey!
The long sword in the hand shakes off, and the sun rises from the sword to the sword. The light of the sword tip is like a hot sun, rising from the sword, as if a red sun emptied from the sea level.
Wu double palms are intertwined, and one cold and one hot property alternates in the palm of your hand.
Today, she has a deeper understanding of the fire of the gods, but also more understand the extraordinary aspects of this set of exercises.
The fire palm was very overbearing at the beginning of cultivation, very similar to the flame knife she had previously practiced.
Later, she gradually became obtuse to the object, and when the red flame-like internal strength was trained to the extreme, it actually gave birth to a very chilly internal strength.
The fire is cold, and the object will be reversed.
This made her feel the mystery of this set of palms.
It is precisely because of this transformation that her skill has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the body has reached a wonderful realm of yin and yang.
At this moment, when she applied this set of palms, the palms alternated with cold and cold, and finally the left hand was cold, the right hand was hot, one cold and one hot, and the ice and fire were two days.
If other people have been suffering, but she will not, the two internal strengths in the body silently running freely.
The seven kills also saw the extraordinaryness of this set of palms. He still screamed and slammed the sword.
The same sword light of the next day suddenly exploded, turning into a small sword, like a shotgun, countless swords like a marble.
Wu Yiyan does not, the palms push forward forward, a vast, cold and hot alternate palm wind swept forward, like a huge wave of mountains and rivers.
Oh...
A series of explosions, palms and swords.
The two of them tiptoed and rushed to each other. In an instant, in front of the sword, the two were like butterflies, and they were ups and downs.
Although Wu does not have weapons, but his hands do not lose weapons, especially the fire and the palm of his hand, alternating cold and heat, blazing and icy winds sweeping toward each other, the lethality is amazing.
Hey!
A tree was photographed by the palm of the hand, and it was broken into two pieces directly, and the fracture gradually formed an ice, even in this summer, it was cold.
The Seven Kills just saw this scene, and the pupils slammed and stunned, and they quickly fell into a sword.
puff!
The sword is blazing.
His Asahi Swordsmanship is also a very masculine sword, so even this swaying sword is also masculine, giving people a sense of blazing fire.
The air swayed and was swayed by the sword. Then, Changhong went through the day, and Li Jianchang drove straight into the top of Wutou.
Wu low sighed, his hands vacated and caught the sword.
The violent sword gas immediately tried to hurt her hand. However, he had a pair of cold and hot internal strength and resisted Jianqi.
Moreover, the long sword was violently changed. One side seemed to be burned by the flame, and it turned into a red fire. The other side seemed to be in the ice and turned into a snow white.
In addition, the two forces of the cold and the heat spread upward, and soon arrived at the hilt.
The entire blade has become a red side and a white side, showing a strange sight.
The seven killings rounded up the pupil, looked at this scene with contempt, and snarled unwillingly, urging internal strength and trying to resist.
however--
Hey!
A crackling sound, the long sword broke and became a piece of debris on the ground.
"This……"
Watching his own sword is destroyed, seven killing heartache, and angry, but unable to do anything.
Wu Xin read a move, the two palms pushed forward, licking both palms, and slap the chest in the seven kills.
Hey!
Seven killed and flew into the sword furnace, leaving only a long period of blood in the air.
Wu Haosheng pursued, and his body shape also entered the sword furnace.
This sword furnace is very simple, it is a small pavilion with a thatched roof, all of which are simple wooden walls.
The seven kills smashed the wooden door and fell into the black-painted sword furnace, and Wu chased it and disappeared into the darkness.
Suddenly, Tang Yin raised a vigilance in his heart and shouted: "Don't chase in."
When he was in a flash, he chased it up, but when he arrived at the door, a figure flew out.
He glanced at him and quickly caught it, but it was in his arms.
Wu was breathless and pale, saying: "There is danger in the sword furnace."
When Tang Yan saw that she was not in serious trouble, she was relieved and comforted: "You will retreat first, I will come to him for a while."
Wu was somewhat annoyed, his strength was clearly higher than the seven kills, but he only broke into the sword furnace, and somehow he ate a blow, and he was embarrassed to be forced out.
"You are careful." Wu bites his teeth.
Tang Hao nodded lightly and strode into the sword furnace. When crossing the threshold, a hot air wave came.
With a fixed eye, he actually showed a huge stove in the middle of the sword furnace, which was filled with hot foam, hot iron, next to a sword that had not been forged, and the red dragonfly took the heat.
Seven kills stood in front of the fire, staring straight at Tang Yan, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his face wilting, but his eyebrows were very crazy.
"Don Tang, you kill my teacher, I am not good at learning, there is no way to revenge for the teacher, but I will never admit defeat." Seven killings said forcefully.
Tang Yan snorted and asked: "Seven kills, you are upside down black and white. If the sword is not to kill me, then you will die in our hands? Do we have to lead the neck?"
The seven killings were speechless, and they said, "I don't care, anyway, the Master is dead in your hands."
Tang Yan shook his head and did not argue with him about this question. He said: "I just want to ask you a question. What about other people in the sword, Song Yu?"
There are hundreds of sword slaves in the Jiange , but they have too few sword slaves, and they have not seen other sword slaves on the sword, so he is very curious.
Seven killings said terriblely: "Song Yu is like a wolf ambition, and you are timid, I heard that you attacked, and even abandoned the Jiange, and escaped! Under Master Quan know, you will be shamed, regret it. The sword pavilion passed to him."
Seven kills are both anger and heartache, and his chest is printed with two handprints, one red and one white, one fire and one cold, even more bleak.
"Escape?" Tang Yan eyebrows pick one, this Song Yu is really awkward, the skill of the soles of the feet is considered first-class.
When I was in Beijing, I also escaped when I saw the opportunity. Now I must have heard the movements of the outside fight, so I did not hesitate to escape with a group of sword slaves.
"Those widowers are damned. They listen to the jealousy of Song Yu. They have betrayed the swordsman and are not worthy of being a sword." Seven kills angrily accused.
Tang Yan secretly nodded. Song Yu is a big family after all. He can speak eloquently and confuse people with too many means. Of course, it is not the same as the seven killings of people who only know how to practice martial arts.
In the Jiange, although the qualifications of the Seven Kills are higher than Song Yu, these small means can be used to catch up with Song Yu.
This result is not expected by Tang.
Just the cooked duck flew, making Tang Hao very uncomfortable, and asked: "Where will they escape?"
"Don't say I don't know, even if I know, I will never tell you." Seven killings said.
Don Juan shook his head and knew that he couldn't find much useful information from him.
"Seven kills, you are clearly not an opponent of Wu, but you just forced her back, and hurt her, your means have not finished yet? This time I personally saw your tricks, because, in the future, you will There is no such opportunity."
Tang Yan said with a sigh of relief, the seven kills did not refute, but the eyes were uncertain.
In the end, he firmly locked Tang Yan, became determined and determined, and said, "I want to go with you."
boom!
A loud noise, he overthrew the stove next to him, the red hot metal spewed out of the stove, splashed around, and the sword furnace immediately caught fire.
In the same way, the seven kills grabbed an unfinished long sword in the fire, and the long sword was red, and his palms rang and sizzled, and there was a smell of scorching.
He was unaware of it, but instead he rushed to Tang Yan with his face flushed, and the long red sword in his hand lit up.
It shines like a real sun, and it shines all the light and heat.
Tang Hao subconsciously wants to withdraw from the sword furnace. However, the fire has already ignited all around, and the molten iron is like a flaming snake, and he flows from the ground to him.