Vol 8 Chapter 207: Will die

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Regardless of how Zheng Xing relies on the Spark, how to rely on Zhao Si's sword of life, before the strength of the true Yuan and the strength of the world, can only shorten the gap between the two as much as possible, and it is impossible to reach the level of positive confrontation.
Under such suppression, he can still get a sword faster than him.
This can only show that Zheng Shou was acting before, only to show that her true power is far less than Yuanwu, but the strength of is more than Yuanwu.
The extremely tenacious will allow to make some action as quickly as possible in the case of severe trauma.
However, Zheng Zong’s situation at this time is obviously not just the reason for the will.
In Yuanwu’s perception at this time, many of the flesh and blood in Zheng’s body are like the rapid rotation of steel skeins. The general force is generating and exploding.
This kind of mystery about the flesh-and-blood diamonds can only come from the ascetic monks of Donghu.
Dozens of sparks emerged from the swordsman's sword in the hands of Zheng Shou, and crossed the sword that fell down him, falling on his chest.
It was just dozens of tiny sparks, but the moment it fell on his chest, it sounded a myriad of sounds that were dense and sharp.
There are many crystal-like swords in the spark, like a gem.
But these swords that converge to the extreme did not penetrate the flesh and blood of Yuanwu, but cut the clothes on his chest.
More than ten pieces of black scales floated on the skin of Yuan Wu, and spewed out the black flame.
The sparkling swords in these sparks and the black flames are all blocked, and then quickly turned into finer powder.
A loud bang.
Yuan Wu’s swordsmanship fell to the surface of the water, and the tip of the sword fell, and the air reached the bottom of the Weihe River, forcing all the water.
In the next moment, the forced flow of water formed a ring of huge waves, mixed with thousands of mud, and exploded.
Zheng Sleeve’s body fell asleep with water vapor in the back.
There are some accidents in Yuan Wu’s eyes.
She also had an accident in the depths of her eyes.
These scales that appeared on the chest of Yuanwu have her familiar flavor. This is the dragon scale, but it is not the dragon scale of the dragon that Baili Su Xue rides.
Yuan Wu's dozens of dragon scales have a more ancient flavor, and the atmosphere is deeper, more pure, and even has a feeling of being immersed in the atmosphere above eight.
This may only come from the secluded dynasty of the past.
It is not surprising that the royal family of the Daqin dynasty had some relics of the former dynasty.
But the key is that even her, she never knew that Yuanwu had such a thing.
The chest was hardened by a sword from Zheng Shou, and the look on Yuan Wu’s face remained unchanged.
He is too familiar with Zheng sleeves.
From the time when Zheng Shou wants to fight with him, he knows that Zheng Shou wants to destroy him while destroying himself.
Even if he can't kill him at the end, Zheng Shou will definitely force him to use the hidden means.
It is just the same for him.
He also wants to pass Zheng sleeves to see how many powerful means are there for Wang Jingmeng and Wang Jingmeng.
The black scales of Yuanwu’s chest disappeared.
He stood on the huge waves, looked at Zheng sleeves, did not pursue, but took a deep breath, while adjusting the flow of blood in his body, the sword in his hand took a sword.
A very simple sword-style, but the swordsmanship in the sword suddenly turned the world in front of him into a vacuum.
There is an amazing world of heaven and earth drawn by this vacuum, but it is not gathered in the sword in his hand, but directly behind Zheng sleeves.
A Jianguang quietly appeared behind Zheng Fang, who was flying backwards, and fell to the back neck of Zheng sleeve.
Looking at the sword of Yuan Wu, I felt the unique atmosphere in this sword, and there was a burst of exclamation outside the port.
Most of the exclaimers are practitioners wearing blue or purple gowns.
These practitioners are all from the spiritual sword.
Lingxu Jianmen and Lushan Jianzong are in the same name. These practitioners naturally cannot be as violent as the ordinary practitioners.
Their shock at this time is because Yuanwu’s sword is simply the secret sword of the spiritual sword, and it is the secret sword that they both comprehend and can’t grasp.
The reason why the secret swords of various sects are called secret swords is not because they are difficult to master, but because they are powerful and unique in swordsmanship. They are masters of various sects of Zongmen. On the basis of some swordsmen of this door, they comprehend the powerful swords that have been studied. The meaning, including many of the practice of this door, the understanding of the law of vitality is that even the general disciples do not want to teach, so as not to be known to outsiders.
The sword of any one of the sects naturally represents the powerful lethality of the general swordsmanship.
Now Yuanwu’s seemingly random sword is also natural.
However, even the most sensational spirit of the Jianmeng practitioners was shocked by the fact that Zheng Shou did not block the sword in the face of the sword that appeared behind him.
The little sword clenched in her hand burned even more fiercely.
From the depths of the sword tires, two violent angers, a kind of flame is extremely solid and firm, like a red iron that has been tempered, a kind of flame is a hurricane, like a wave of people Hammer, and the wind that was brought up was compressed in this flame.
These two flames come from the strength of Zhao Yi and Zhao Si, but they are all with the horrible heat of the Zhao Jian furnace and the burning of everything.
However, when the two flames surged, there were many pale indifference stars, such as thousands of small snakes, in the numerous positions in Zheng sleeves, which were blended into these two flames.
The three flames blend and quickly get cold.
It became a flame of flame without temperature.
This sword is completely ignorant of a sword stabbed by her, but the throat of Yuan Wu, who is incomparably chilled.
Yuan Wu’s sword is faster than her.
This sword light fell on the back neck of Zheng sleeve.
There was a strange screaming in the air.
The golden phoenix on Zheng sleeves unleashed an unimaginable pressure. The film Jin Hui formed before this sword, and forced the sword to stop in the air.
The two forces are in harmony, and Jin Huili makes a cracking sound.
First, the golden phoenix clothes were shattered in the depths of the invisible micro-forms, and then the neck of Zheng sleeves, and even the bones and flesh between the body.
In the perception of the vast majority of practitioners at this time, even if this phoenix of Zheng sleeve has an unimaginable defensive power, Yuan Wu’s sword still caused serious trauma to her, even enough to make her Breaking and cracking.
However, in this very short time, there was a chilly death in the depths of Zheng sleeves that spread like a tide.
All the other practitioners have not yet perceived this breath, but Yuan Wu’s eyes are full of embarrassing meaning.
He felt it.
He is deeply impressed by this breath.
This comes from the most terrible opponent he encountered in the Lushan League, Yan Ying.
Zheng sleeves have a black ooze on the skin.
She is not dead.
Her body did not crack instantly.
There is no delay in the sword in her hand.
The cold and eternal flame fell to Yuanwu’s throat. Rw