Chapter 108: Jiuzhou Flood First Sword

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"boom!"
Among the mountain roads, Xiang Yang’s physical strength was promoted to the extreme. He cultivated the supreme magic of the forged body Xuan Gong, which was revealed from the Shaolin monk, and the King Kong did not destroy the gods, and with his external work. Breaking through the innate realm, this Xuan Gong has reached the realm of Xiaocheng.
Nowadays, with the urging of external power to the extreme, his body surface can see the faint golden light shining, which is the performance of ‘King Gang’s dying power’ Xiaocheng.
"boom…"
Xiang Yang leaped high and slid across the distance in the air and fell to the ground like a meteorite falling from the sky. He took a huge pit on the ground, and then he was from the crater of the sky. Jumping up like a cannonball, it skyrocketed, crossed a parabola of a kilometer and landed on the ground again.
In this way, the route he walked through, there was a big pit every few kilometers, and he could clearly see his way forward. His speed is extremely fast, and he walks for dozens of kilometers in almost a blink of an eye.
"How did the pressure disappear? Who is it? Master does not say that the repair of the martial arts is a breakthrough. After entering a higher realm, it is necessary to go to the spiritual world. Can it not appear in the world? Who will appear in the world?" In the middle of the road, Xiang Yang suddenly felt that the amazing pressure disappeared. His face was incomprehensible, but he did not stop, but continued on his way.
"boom!"
At this time, the emptiness of the sky, a strong pressure from the sky, like a million mountains, the moment, the unsuspecting Xiangyang was suppressed from the sky, making him all the way down the ground .
Just listening to the ‘砰’, Xiang Yang’s whole person was squatted on the ground, and a huge deep pit was thrown on the ground, which inspires countless smoke.
"Who is it? Who is attacking Xiaoye, it is too shameless." In the big pit, Xiang Yang was very indecent on the ground, his clothes were ragged, he looked up hard, his face looked ugly. Quartet, he feels that the person who sneaked on himself is too shameless. It is obviously powerful, even if he is not an opponent in his heyday, but he secretly attacks himself. If he knows who he is, he must behave his behavior. Announce the world, let all the people in the world come to spit on him.
Xiang Yang squeezed his fists. In fact, his heart was full of helpless tears. It was too hateful. If he could beat the other side, he would have to rush to go straight to the other side regardless of the three seven twenty-one.
However, Xiang Yang has a self-awareness, knowing that the other party's strength is too strong, not what he can handle, so he can only suppress the heart that is ready to move.
"boom!"
In the air, a thunder thundered, a white masked woman appeared out of thin air, white fluttering, like a fairy, her body surrounded by aura, countless aura automatically gathered, as if cheering because of the woman's appearance.
The white-faced masked woman’s eyes are smart, but her eyes are like electricity. Looking at Xiangyang below, she has a cold feeling in her eyes.
When Xiang Yang’s eyes saw the white woman’s eyes, his whole person trembled, feeling that there was a powerful force on the other side to stab his own eyes, and suddenly he was so scared that he turned his head.
"I have seen my predecessors."
Xiang Yang held his hand on the ground and slowly climbed up. He stood up with a powerful pressure station and his face was flushed, but he was not overwhelmed. He arched his hand and greeted the white-faced masked woman in midair.
Of course, in his heart, the relatives of the white-faced masked woman did not know how many times 'greeting', and even the hooded woman who was standing above her in the volley was very angry. No one was sneaked and would be very happy to get together. Going to hold each other's thighs and shouting 'You are too sneak attack, it should be like this, please continue...'
Xiang Yang is not a monk, but if he can, he must rush to hold the other's thigh, because only when he is close to the other side, he has a chance to take revenge.
However, the pressure on the white-faced masked woman is too strong. In front of her, Xiang Yang can barely stand, unable to take a step, not to mention the other side.
"You are Xiangyang?" The white-faced woman's cold eyes looked at Xiangyang, as if she were watching a dead person.
After being touched by the white-faced woman's eyes, Xiang Yang's whole person trembled. He felt a threat of death from the other party. It seems that the next moment, the other party may take his own life at any time.
"It is a younger generation." Xiang Yang is very surprised. He does not seem to have offended such a peerless strong man. The strength of the other side is strong, I am afraid it is not under the master. Is it the enemy of the master?
I think that the other person may be the master of his master's level, and he is still the enemy of his own master. To transfer the hatred of his master to his own body, Xiang Yang numbs his scalp, and his eyes are constantly turning. The brain quickly thinks about what should be done to escape in front of this peerless powerhouse.
"Who is your master?" The white-faced masked woman suddenly asked.
"Predecessors don't know a teacher?" Xiang Yang was curious. My master is your enemy. You actually said that you don't know him. Is this playing me? Still playing with me?
"I don't know, I don't even know how to know." The white-faced masked woman is the master of the mysterious and powerful power of the mysterious palace in the spiritual world. When she is repaired as earth-shattering, she is also very proud. In her opinion, Xiang Yang’s master is at best an ordinary warrior in the secular world, and he is not qualified to let her know.
"Since the predecessors don't know the teacher, how do the seniors know the names of the younger generations?" Xiang Yang's face changed slightly, and he remembered a possibility. He was shaking all the time, clenching his lips and watching it tightly. Masked woman in white.
"You haven't already guessed it? What else do you want to do?" The white-faced masked woman said faintly, looking at Xiang Yang's gaze was with a hidden singularity.
As a master of the Xuan Nuo Palace, Xuan Su has been cultivated as earth-shattering. Her cultivation of 'Ming Xin Yi' has reached the realm of Dacheng, and she can see through the minds of any person whose realm is lower than her. However, she was surprised to find that she could not see all of Xiang Yang’s inner thoughts clearly, and she could only feel a little vaguely.
"This kid is very weird." The white-faced woman looked at Xiang Yang and was curious about Xiang Yang.
"How are you going to Jingroujie?" Xiang Yang's face changed dramatically, and a pair of eyes stared closely at the white-faced masked woman. There was a violent murder on his body.
"She is good, but you are not good." The white-faced masked woman said faintly, feeling the murderousness of Xiang Yang, her eyes were colder, this kid has such a strong murderous, it must kill a lot of people. In this worldly world, it is still very simple for a practitioner to kill, but if it is an ordinary person, then it, all men are damned, and a man who is so strong is damned.
"What does this mean for the predecessors?" When he heard that there was nothing in Su Jingrou, Xiang Yang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. In his heart, he felt inexplicable. This woman is not practicing cultivation and ignoring it. Otherwise, why does it seem to be cold-spoken to himself when it appears? I owe her a lot of money.
"Su Jingrou is already a disciple of the deity. The disciple of the deity is the most icy and pure. No man can have a relationship with the disciples of my Xuan Nugong, give you two choices, leave her, or die." The white masked woman sneered Said.
"dead!"
When the white-faced masked woman said the word 'dead', it was like a thunderstorm that was blown up in Xiangyang’s ear. Xiang Yang felt that a powerful force exploded in his head, and the whole person was blown up. Seven sputum bleeding at the same time.
At this point, Xiang Yang finally understood the purpose of the white-faced masked woman. His face gradually became cold. It turned out that he was going to dismantle himself and Jingrou sister. If he was a normal man, he would definitely promise Bai Yimeng for his survival. Face woman, but, is he the kind of person who gave up his woman to survive?
Xiang Yang said with a cold face: "Jingrou is my wife. The seniors accepted her as a disciple. If Jingroujie promised, I have no objection. However, the predecessors did not have the right to intervene between me and Jingrou. The feelings."
"What do you mean? Don't want to leave her, choose death?" The white-faced woman's eyes showed a taunting color, sneer, "The man like you has more knowledge, and at the beginning it is still hard." When you are really facing a crisis of life and death, you can abandon everything."
"Since you are dying, let you die."
As the voice of the white-faced masked woman fell, she saw her slender white jade in her wide sleeves, and slowly took a shot toward Xiangyang.
"Hey..."
The world shook, the white masked woman’s hand was photographed, and a whirlpool appeared out of thin air. The boundless heaven and earth aura was plundered into the whirlpool, and then a big hand was formed, with a strong pressure to fall toward Xiangyang.
"boom!"
With the boundless and powerful big hand has not yet fallen, the land around Xiangyang has been unable to withstand the bursting, the land is compressed, and a huge handprint gradually appears around Xiangyang.
The pressure brought by this big hand is too strong. The ground around Xiangyang can't bear it. A big handprint appears directly, just like it was dug out by an excavator.
Xiang Yang stood in the middle of the fingerprint, and the strong pressure suppressed him. His whole body bones sounded like '咔嚓' and '咔嚓', and he was bloody, but he stood with his teeth, with the strength Reinforced, his feet gradually bent and seemed to be bent by springs.
"It's so strong, the strength of this crazy woman is probably stronger than the master."
Xiang Yang's mouth is constantly overflowing with blood, and the whole body's pores also have blood seeping out. He clenches his teeth and has despair in his heart, but his face is filled with crazy laughter, and he yells at the sky. You crazy woman, I have never touched you, and I have not done you, do you hate Laozi so much?"
"Bastard, I dare to play the deity when I die. Damn, all men are damned, you go to hell."
After the white-faced masked woman heard the snoring of Xiang Yang, she suddenly trembled and aggravated her strength to shoot down Xiangyang.
"If I don't die, I will kill you."
Xiang Yang’s crazy laughter, with the increase of pressure, the blood leaking out of the body is also more and more, the whole person of Xiangyang is deeper and deeper under this pressure, his legs have fallen into the ground, the whole People seem to stand on a wooden stake.
"court death."
When I heard that Xiang Yang was so arrogant and mixed, the face of the white-faced woman was suddenly sullen, and the palm of the aura formed a faster drop.
"Hey..."
At this time, Xiang Yang’s eyes showed a cold meaning, and his body had a powerful sword that broke out. The whole person seemed to be instantly transformed into a sword that would break through nine days.
"This sword is so familiar." The white-faced masked woman felt a little glimpse when she felt the sword of Xiang Yang. It seemed that she had seen this type of sword in the past, but the time was too long, she could not remember Clear.
"The first realm of Kendo, the sword is one, the man is the sword, the sword is the man, not the old sword that can be erupted in the past, so you can use the infuriating ability to display the sword. Yes, I am the Excalibur, the Excalibur is me, even if there is no infuriating, but my sword can still display the sword, because any sword in the world is created for the sword, if it is God If the sword has spirituality, there is no sword that can't be displayed."
Xiang Yang suddenly understood a problem that had been plaguing himself. He suddenly laughed. "It’s no wonder that the teacher said that the realm of my sword and sword is wrong. It turns out that this is the real sword." If you can't use it, I can break your big hand."
Cold eyes look at the big hand falling into the sky, Xiang Yang’s eyes burst into a powerful sword, and slowly spit out a few words:
"Oh... heaven... pull...sword...decision!"
"嗡...呛..."
The dazzling sword light flashed. At this moment, Xiang Yang really turned into a sword of the gods. A powerful sword was erupting on his body. He clearly did not move, but there was another sword. The sound is loud.
"boom!"
The silver sword light flashed, Xiang Yang did not move, but his sword and sword combination has been thrown out.
'斩天拔剑决', the sword is not sheathed, has been able to capture the earth, this sword is a sword against the sky, when the teacher of the Xiangyang taught him to teach him, this sword Too much hegemony, there is a woundedness, and if the realm is not enough, self-discipline will only lead to a dead end, and if it is to be displayed, it must have a real powerful sword that can withstand the supreme sword.
Xiang Yang’s carry-on Xuan Qing soft sword can be regarded as a soldier, but it has been lost. Today’s Xiang Yang body has no weapons, but he has realized the real world of man and sword. He uses the flesh as a sword. The sheath, with the of the gods as a sword, exhibited the '斩天拔剑决'.
"boom!"
A sword light, as if appearing out of thin air, smashing the sky, seems to tear the darkness apart. The big hand that was shot down toward Xiangyang in the sky instantly rips open and turns into a celestial aura.
"Hey..."
The sword was returned to the sheath, and Xiang Yang’s face was white and spit out a blood, but the white-faced masked woman in the sky showed a sneer.
"It turned out to be him...how could he still stay in the secular world..."
When Xiang Yang’s gaze once again looked at the white-faced masked woman, he saw the white-faced masked woman looking at herself as if she were a ghost.
"The sky is smashing the chaos, the first sword of the Kyushu flood!"
The white-faced woman's eyes whispered, whispering, seemingly recalling something that made her feel scared, her body was shaking, and she couldn't even look at Xiangyang.
"This female fever is really a maddening, how crazy, no, can not let her take away Jingrou sister, Jingruo sister to practice, I can teach her the practice of cultivation, but can not follow such a sinister Crazy woman practice."
Xiang Yang squatted, glaring at the white-faced masked woman, did not pay attention, quietly left, and then quickly went to Tianxing County, he would take Su Jingrou away without seeing the white woman.