Vol 7 Chapter 91: Earthly sword

Meng Fangying is hard to imagine.
He swung his sword again.
The sword in his hand was first bathed in a light blue glory, and then the sword of the sword was disappeared in a bright and hot glow, but the sword was splashed in the space.
This sword is called "Spring and Summer", and it is also one of the seven master swords of the Meng family. It means the mysterious and elusive transformation of the spring and summer handover. The sword road is more mysterious and difficult to find.
He can be sure that more than half of all the masters of Changling are absolutely unable to judge the true movement of this sword. &nb novel sp; this sword is like a departure from his body, completely melted in the warm wind of the spring and summer.
However, Li Daoji still has not changed.
His left-handed sword is slightly shocked, but the right-handed sword is still the Aries. It is like an Aries on a cliff, facing any beast and picking it out.
Thousands of dusty mountains resounded again.
With the shock of Meng Fangying, it is difficult to suppress.
The mysterious and hard-to-find swords are overflowing, and only the horn-like sword light stays in the air.
His sword was still blocked by Li Daoji with the exact same sword.
It seems that Li Daoji will only have this sword.
But this sword seems to be able to cope with all his swords!
"This is actually the case."
The Fujian-Taiwanese sword was relaxed.
He knew where Li Dao went after he left Changling.
No matter how strange and bizarre the sword light is, the final destination is still the enemy's side, falling on the enemy's flesh and blood.
In the big Liangshan of Daqin Bianyu, there is a master named Zhu Sanji. His own "seeing the truth" sword can judge the other's sword.
It’s just that passive coping is always inferior to its own flexibility. Although the Taiwanese sword knows the master, it never imagined that the person’s
peep-to-life
sword is matched with the Aries’s Aries’s horns. The defensive sword.
There was laughter in the dull air.
Ding Ning laughed.
"You should have heard that there was a swordsman named Zhong Yushi in the Han Dynasty."
He smiled and looked at the face of the ugly Meng Fangying, saying: "His name is Zhong Xiaolou, but at that time all the swordsmen in the world liked to call him Zhong Xiaoshi, because his sword is like a meteorite standing in the waves. move."
"His sword guard can defend against many swordsmen's turbulent attacks without revealing flaws. But on the single sword, it is weak and strong, and the guardianship should not be as good as the current sword of my uncle. After all, the bells of the year can be Keeping the attack of many swordsmen who are almost equal to the same, but they are absolutely unable to hold the attack of a swordsman whose real power is above him."
Ding Ning turned his head and glanced at the fire, and then smiled even more happily. "From this point of view, my uncle is now somewhat similar to the fire. If you want to kill me, I am afraid to take you first." The real yuan and my uncle are spending a lot of money."
......
Ding Ning's laughter lingered on the ears of everyone.
No one doubts what he said.
Meng Fangying also knows that he is telling the truth. "Spring and Summer" is already the most mysterious sword in his Meng family's seven swords. If this is impossible, it is impossible to break the sword of Li Daoji, then he will use seven more. The remaining swords in the sword are also useless.
So he looked up.
His eyes passed through the dust and the inconspicuous skylight, falling to the endless sky, seemingly to project directly into the starry sky outside the sky.
At the same time, his body also exudes a candid acceptance of some kind of external power.
This kind of breath, Ding Ning is no stranger.
Since Meng Fangying’s strength alone cannot defeat Li Daoji at this time, he will have to rely on the power of the hostess in the Imperial City.
The long-haired Sun Xue looked at Meng Fangying's eyes and was filled with a look of disdain.
In her view, these practitioners who have a unique connection with Zheng Shou are actually not different from Zheng Shou's shackles.
However, there are some surprises for her and her place.
When Meng Fangying’s breath rushed out into the sky above, there was no such cold starfire.
Meng Fangying's body is somewhat stiff.
The owner of Ding Ning is full of emotions and surprises.
This means that Changling has had a big change.
Zheng sleeve may have been killed by Bai Lisu Snow, even if she did not kill, she did not call the power of Spark again.
If she is even difficult to protect herself?
How should you be yourself?
This is the question that Meng Fangying is thinking at this time.
He slowly bowed his head.
The silver-white sacred sword once again showed the sword in his hands like water.
He made a decision in one fell swoop.
If the hostess is not in the Imperial City, there is Yuanwu in this wilderness, and the empire itself cannot be changed.
And he just wants to fight for the empire, the power of this empire.
If there is only one way to exhaust the real machine of Li Dao, then he has no choice.
His fingers slightly grip the hilt, and the real elements in the body will be sprayed out again.
"Wait for me."
However, at this moment, an old and resentful voice sounded in his ear.
His brows are naturally a glimpse, and while the sword of life is disappearing from his hand, the figure he is about to move forward is retreating into the dusty mountains behind him, and disappears in a blink of an eye.
He heard that the sound came from the old monster of Jiaodong County, which was smashed by Ding Ning.
The old monster is obviously dead, but from the moment he is introduced into the sound of his ear, he knows that the old monster is suppressing the injury and is ready to inspire the final strength.
This time should not be too long.
......
A savvy practitioner is walking in the mountains.
He is a curtain of Su embroidery.
When he sent the slogan of Fang Houfu, he saw a lot of response to Jianguang.
Some are warnings, some are threats, and some are pointing out directions for him.
He is in a hurry.
The real yuan and the heavens and the earth in the body flowed out of his body like a river of no value, so that the heavens and the earth could not be replenished at all, so that his body seemed to become empty and squirted the dust on the road.
He does not sleep, but his eyes are exceptionally bright, with a sharp luster, completely different from the practice in Changling Jingyuan.
Or, he is completely different from the Su embroidery screen at the time.
He can already faintly see the outline of thousands of dusty mountains in the distance.
Just then, an army appeared in the wilderness ahead of him.
Headed by a general wearing a bronze armor.
The Red Eagle, one of the three masters under the banquet of Meng Fang.
"go with!"
It was only when the general appeared in the perception that it seemed to bring the distance of the space closer, and the Su embroidery curtain made a low-sounding drink.
The tiny dust that he absorbed on his body and even broke into his body was forced out.
A cracking sound.
A dust sword with a length of several dozen feet appeared in front of him and broke out.
"dead!"
When the second word was exported, the dust sword had already reached the front of the red eagle.
A red rainbow appeared in front of the red eagle.
At the same time, however, there were countless subtle sounds on his red armor.
There are countless blood-stained dusts scattered behind his back.
His eyes widened to the limit, and then the eyelids were filled with blood spilling through tiny holes.
His consciousness disappeared instantly and died.