Chapter 931: Procrastinate

Sun Jianli couldn't help it!
He mastered the Heavenly Sword and his cultivation base rose greatly, but he saw the battle between the powerful and powerful!
Swinging a sword at this time, although it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg in everyone's eyes!
But he still wanted to try. The most important thing was that he wanted to try and the rumored real high priest before him, how big the gap was!
"No!" The middle-aged man called out tiredly, shaking his head and sighing bitterly.
Hey, where did this kid come from? Judging from his clothes, he should not be from Qin Yu.
Although he was full of sword intent, he looked like a young junior with superb swordsmanship.
But even the blood soul realm has not been broken, so how can it compete with the real realm strong?
However, it is too late!
In front of Shengdong, the inverse sword with a stream of light smashed from the ground!
Suddenly, a sword is divided into two sword lights, one is goddamn, the other is god!
One after another, the sharp sword lights that are raging with the cold, the powerful sword intent of vertical and horizontal void, swept past like a hundred birds flying together and a thousand birds resonating.
Sheng Donglai looked at the vast and deep eyes being reflected by Jian Liang... his face condensed slightly.
"This... is this the heavenly sword inherited by the ancient king? The sword has two handles, the killer kills, and the master cultivates..."
Having said that, Sheng Donglai's behavior almost made everyone's eyes stared in astonishment.
I saw that he didn't have any extra actions, just sticking out his old palm and holding the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Light that came first!
The murderous aura released around the Heavenly Slaughter Sword was like an icy cold pool, cold to the heart and lungs.
However, he was so plainly gripped by him, and his murderous aura was wiped out, as if it were all in his palm.
"This is the ancient king's heavenly killing sword."
Sheng Donglai murmured, and looked at the second sword rushing from the void, and also stretched out his palm, flexed his fingers into claws, and held it again!
Tian A Jian Chu was held in the palm of the hand by Sheng Donglai exactly the same.
Although there is a big gap in cultivation.
But Sun Jianli relied on his sword intent to cultivate the sword formation and sword aura, let alone touch.
Even in the midst of thousands of sword lights, you will feel like your whole body is cut into pieces.
Of course, Shengdonglai just reached out and grabbed it.
This majestic martial intent of thousands of swords, but it seems to have extinguished the ground burning lamp!
Dissipate...
"As expected of the ancient king... a hundred years have passed, and the sword intent left behind is still strong..."
Sheng Donglai didn't feel excited because he held Jian Qi with his bare hands.
On the contrary, his old face passed a trace of melancholy.
In the past hundred years, no one has passed on the Three Kings, and even the current Saint Donglai has to admit that the cultivation of the Three Kings was against the sky.
It's a pity... the ancient domain of later generations has gradually declined.
This decline is more due to the incompetence of the younger generation.
Finally cultivated a holy envoy Gu Yunchuan.
But Gu Yunchuan can at best be ranked fifth in the four domains of Tianjiao!
Sheng Donglai stared at Sun Jianli coldly, grasped his palm forcefully, his sword gas wailed, and broke away.
Sun Jian's pupils shrank, his throat sweetened, and countless blood spewed out.
He now finally knew how huge the gap was.
A wave of boundless hatred and unwillingness flooded my heart.
The saint killed too many people from the ancients... this white robe sacrifice must be one of the initiators.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man immediately summoned Yin'er and flew over, and Dragon Tail brought Sun Jianli back, wrapped around him.
The middle-aged man solemnly said: "If you don't want to die, you will send your true energy to me, and I will launch a lifelong renunciation and delay as much as possible."
"My lord, you have no real energy in your body... We force you luck and you will suffer backlash." Yi Leng said his inner worry.
"Haha, it's okay... we can delay as long as possible, as long as Yingtian wakes up, I will be sure to repel these guys."
Even if there was no real energy, the middle-aged man still did not bend over, his body was tall and straight, staring at Sheng Donglai in the air:
"The white robe sacrifices to the lord, even though you have chased me down to this day, I still want to tell you..."
"Qin Yu, there will always be a power that you can't underestimate."
The middle-aged man stepped sharply and came to the front.
Behind him, Ling Yuxuan glanced at each other and nodded firmly.
Immediately, several people lined up, and their palms printed on the back of the person in front.
A huge amount of true energy was transmitted in, and finally passed by Hou Qing to the middle-aged man.
"well..."
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