: Section 462 Moving Sword Vortex

……fighting……
The vague voice, like in the wind, is like a whisper.
The shuddering body, with a shackle, took a small step forward, and the shadow of the center of the storm was awkward.
Like the rain, the sword vortex storms, like a pile of tall blocks, suddenly shocked, a tremor, may collapse at any time. Standing in the vicinity of the well-being, the most clearly seen, countless swordsmanship like avalanches flowing down the layers, screaming the scalp and numbness of the sword.
This guy... What do you want to do?
Jing Hao’s heart is like a storm.
Booming.
The sword vortex storm swayed, like drunk, slowly moving in one direction.
Jing Hao is dumbfounded, this thing will move...
This is this... Is it really the sword vortexing method?
He was stunned, and he knew the sword vortex. As a swordsman, he had a good understanding of various swordsmanship genres. The sword vortex was known as the most cruel quenching method. He not only knows, but also specializes in researching for a while, and he is determined to create his own martial arts. He is interested in any extreme skills in the sword.
Sword vortex quenching method, never heard of it, can move... This stuff has always been used to temper the martial arts...not to run around the wine and run around...
After a few minutes, Jing Hao was recovered from the shock. Ok, but anything that has something to do with Tang Tian, ​​if it doesn't become unrecognizable, doesn't become strange and abnormal, that's really weird!
The value of this guy's existence is probably to make the world less normal.
But... don't have anything to do!
In the eyes of Jing Hao, there was a slight dignity. The sword was in the hand and the figure was like the wind, followed by the moving sword vortex storm.
The three holy steps on the hillside are dumbfounded.
"Is it coming to us?" Dou Yong was dumb.
"It seems to be." He Yuming's expression was sluggish.
Bai Sisi looked at the rolling vortex storm with a stunned look. After a while, he spit out: "What kind of monster is this guy?"
This sentence goes to the hearts of the other two.
The Sword Vortex storm is so huge that it is soaring and banging, and the momentum is extremely embarrassing. Even if the three have entered the holy order, but before such a terrible power, they feel guilty.
This is the real world of heaven...

What to do?
Dou Yong asked very simply:
This monster must be directed at us!

"Run!" He Yuming also said.
"Run!" Bai Sisi is simply right.
Dou Yong looked at the two people: "We are like this, a little shameful, so it is also a holy step!"

Would you like to try it first?
He Yuming’s eyes are full of encouragement.
Bai Sisi's beauty also looked at Dou Yong.
"Run!" Dou Yong simply turned around and ran.
The three men rushed, and the speed was fast. However, the speed of the sword vortex storm like drunkenness was followed by acceleration. The sound of the boom behind him not only did not go far, but became closer.
The pressure on the three people has increased sharply.
"Sisi, use the piano!" He Yuming shouted.
Bai Sisi suddenly woke up, and quickly took out his own white jade piano, but also could not take care of the image, holding one hand in his arms, the right hand five fingers sliding over the strings.
Hey!
The sound of the piano seems to be soothing, and the whole world seems to calm down. This is [An Si Qu]! This is Bai Sisi's famous song, which is a song that she combines with the singer and the soul. It is the most quiet.
Even the violent nine-order star soul beast, under one song, all sleep peacefully.
Damn... Sword vortex storms catch up faster!
Bai Sisi gnawed his teeth, and the sound of the piano changed. The "Ansisi Qu", which was just a calming heart, instantly became beautiful and tempting, making people sultry and tempering, and referring to the "Tian Nuo 姹 而 而 而 而 , , , , , , , , , , , 参考 参考 参考 参考 参考 参考 参考 参考 参考People's hearts, illusions are clustered.
Even if it is a golden warrior, under this song, it is arrogant and bloody, and the heart is full of anger and death.
Damn... The sword vortex storm is accelerating again!
The three people can already feel the storm vortex composed of countless swordsmen behind them. In the frenzied cutting of the fluctuations caused by the air, the power is the holy step, and they also feel the cool behind.
"Run separately!" He Yuming shouted.
The three men suddenly separated and flew in three directions.
The three obviously felt that the sword vortex behind them was a pause, haha, what to do next to see you! The three men reconciled with a sigh of relief, and then the sword vortex storm only paused for a second, then he did not hesitate to chase in the middle of He Yuming!
He Yuming's face was white, and the scalp was one of the numbs. Nowadays, he has not been able to take care of his own image of the air, stimulating the true strength of the whole body, spreading his feet and running wildly.
Seeing that He Yuming took the sword vortex storm, disappeared on the horizon, and flew out of the old Dou Yong and Bai Sisi's original way back, both faces are grateful.
"Why wouldn't he die?" Bai Sisi had some concerns.
"I will give him a fragrant!" Dou Yong vowed.
Bai Sisi has a sigh of relief.
"Do you want to save him?" Dou Yong asked.
Bai Sisi shook his head: "No, I am thinking of giving him a fragrance."
The two were speechless.
The wind blew, and the two felt a cool feeling.
Dou Yong looked at the desolate wilderness and suddenly said: "I have a bad feeling."
Bai Sisi is silent.
"The decision of this time may be wrong." Dou Yong said to himself: "I have never seen such a weird guy. I am thinking, if Tang Tian is not dead this time, will it become like a lion? The guy like Wang Leiang."
"It is possible." Bai Sisi said: "If such a strong sword storm, Tang Tian is not dead, his martial arts will be tempered to a terrible point. He stepped into the holy step, just a matter of time, It will be very fast. And once he enters the holy order, he is far more powerful than others, and will make him even more terrible."
Dou Yong glanced at Bai Sisi, some accidents, Bai Sisi's character was cold, this is the first time Dou Yong heard her say so much in one breath.
But Bai Sisi’s words made him silent.
After a moment, he looked up and looked at Bai Sisi: "What do we do?"
The two were silent again.
If Tang Tian is not dead, then the whale will inevitably lose. Although they are holy, they do not mean that they do not need to consider the future. Winning and forgiving the behavior of the other side, such a king's style is only in the book, and more males like to do it after the fall. There were three holy steps in the year, causing considerable casualties to the corps of Leon. After the defeat, the three sacred steps wanted to flee, and the result was directly encircled by the squadron.
There are very few holy steps of the lofty family. Most of the holy steps have families behind them. Even if there are no families, there are disciples who inherit the clothes.
The wind seems to be getting colder.
Three soul city.
The battle in the corner shocked everyone, and everyone was shocked by the strength of Wenjiang. Twenty high-ranking warriors, surrounded by Wenjiang, Wenjiang still seems to be well-versed.
Those seemingly ordinary martial arts, in the hands of Wen Jiang, are astonishingly amazing.
Twenty people, even taking Wenjiang did not have a half way. Many of the training organs are preparing to support, but soon, everyone receives the above order and is not allowed to shoot!
This order made them feel very strange, but they are still standing by.
Tang ugly's position is excellent, you can see every detail of the battlefield, his eyes are bright and fascinating, and the pen in his hand is writing at an alarming speed.
The Holy Order is constantly being deconstructed and analyzed in his eyes. Every confrontation on the battlefield, every detail, in his mind, is dismembered into one piece of data.
Those fancy and shocking attacks, like the clothes stripped by layers, became the most primitive state in his eyes.
On the white paper in front of him, he painted all kinds of patterns, and every corner was filled with words.
The fascinating gaze, written madly, a piece of paper full of graphics and words, is constantly completed in Tang ugly.
The magic flute appeared silently behind Tang ugly and did not bother him.
Tang Ug suddenly stopped and threw away the pen in his hand. He did not return and asked: "How come you?"
"End?" asked the magic flute.
"Well, it's over." Tang ugly stretched out, and the demon scorpion recovered coldly: "The data I got this time is very sufficient. I have to study it well~EbookFREE.me~ Do you have a hatred with the Holy Order?" The magic flute laughs, his smile is always so refreshing.
"I am destined to become the soul of the famous, the holy step is the object I want to restrain." Tang Ugku then reminded: "You have to be wary, we let the Guangwu Wuhui so embarrassed, they will find ways to deal with us. So good Opportunity, they should not miss it."
Tang ugly voice just fell, the other direction of the base, but also a fierce fighting voice.
"A ugly thing is like a god." The magic flute looked amazed.
"Although I don't want to bother you, but this time, we need time." Tang ugly coldly said: "You'd better do a good job, so shocked and small."
The magic flute gently persuaded: "Your murder is too heavy."
"I will become a famous star, I want to be a famous, can you not kill?" Tang ugly head did not lift, he was filling a table full of papers: "I not only want to kill, but also to kill a lot of people.

The magic flute smiled helplessly, drifting away.
Tang ugly this time, the character is more paranoid and determined, than before, 峥嵘 exposed. And Tang ugly did not say anything wrong, everyone's road is different.
He flew to the highest tower of the base, and the entire base was in full view. He rubbed the bright copper flute in his hand, and the gentle voice was deep and quiet.
Unexpectedly, after so many years of death, there is a chance to become stronger.
Destiny is impermanent.
The wind blew on his face, blowing his long hair and clothes.
The son is picturesque, standing in the wind, and the white is like a fly.
Those vague memories, floating on my heart, feelings and embarrassment, emerged from the years of precipitation.
Or as at that time, or as at that time, indulge in songs, a stream of years.
Today, today, the wind is independent, and then play seven kills.
A bang, the son of the cockroach, the eyebrows, the copper flute across the lips.