: Section 857 Pride, War, Trail

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The trembling of the ground and the torrent of bronze rushing in the face did not change the expression of Mu Zhixia.
The long sword he held in front of him was like a meteorite.
Until the four long swords of the King of Gemini were seen, in the opposite trajectory, two identical crosses were drawn, and the pupil of Mu Zhixia was slightly shrunk.
Two blue-red cross lights are printed together.
The green and red light of the body of the body was attracted, and it was not in the cross.
Hey!
If the sword is squirting and clearing, it will be clearly inserted into everyone's ears in the sound of the thunder.
The next moment, the blue-red cross appeared in front of Mu Zhixia.
Mu Zhixia’s long sword in front of her body does not know when the tip of the sword is pointing straight ahead, her eyes are skyrocketing, facing the blue-red cross and the long sword. The energy of the slowly rippling energy seems to suddenly find a catharsis point, and madly rushes to his sword. Massive energy, madness is compressed and compressed to the extreme.
A light spot on the tip of the sword is shaped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Its brightness is constantly rising, and it will be as bright as the sun in the blink of an eye, and the dazzling white light will be released, and the surrounding will be white, including the face of Mu Zhixia.
Mu Zhixia looked as usual, but the momentum of the whole body suddenly rose sharply, as if the beast of the bottom of the water surfaced.
Reflected in the white light of his face, the light faded, and a grain of rice-sized energy crystal appeared in front of his sword. This is a massive amount of energy, an energy crystal formed by the compression of terror.
The snow-white diamond-shaped energy crystals emit a slight white light, warm as the sun, no slightest arrogance, only unbelievably comfortable.
As soon as the energy crystal appeared, the energy of the entire battlefield suddenly became extremely active.
The white energy crystal grows in the direction pointed by the tip of the sword, as if the long sword is growing, the speed is fast, and the naked eye is difficult to capture.
A white and white practice, as fast as lightning, accurately stab the center of the blue-red cross.
The snow-white crystal body is warm and delightful, and the crimson cross is cold and straight into the bone marrow.
Time is still at this moment.
I do not know how long it has been.
The chilly blue-red cross is like a crunchy biscuit.
At the same time smashed, there is a white crystal blade.
The blue-red broken mans are like a flaming fly, and the white and white stalks are like snow, and the two are distinct. The loud noise rang at this time, and the blue-red broken mans were blown up by the wind and flew away to the Southern Cross Corps. As the snow flies, the same posture, flew to Mu Zhixia's regiment.
The choices of the two corps are quite different.
In the face of the snow-faced mans that flew in the face, the Muzhixia Corps is like a meteorite, and the silk is still moving. The snow mans are like hitting the iron wall and the wall is turned into two streams, whizzing from both sides of the battle.
In the face of the infancy, the Southern Cross Corps is like a light insect, and it flies backwards.
The performance of the Muzhixia Corps is impressive, but not surprising. The performance of the Southern Crusaders was somewhat unexpected and amazing. It's hard to imagine that a huge and bulky organ can actually make such a light movement. Moreover, not one, two, and one entire corps.
Before the assault, the mountains and the sea were just fierce, and suddenly they flew backwards, but they were as light as they were, and they seemed to be two distinct corps. The strong sense of contradiction is combined and awesome.
When a whole group of organs and corps is as light as a dead leaf, and the dust is not shocked, this strong sense of contradiction is at its peak.
Rumble!
The upper part of the mountain on both sides slowly descended and eventually collapsed, turning into countless gravel, leaving only a half of the mountain and a neat incision.
This became the best footnote for this confrontation.
Inside the king of Gemini, the old group with a sly face, the look has become very calm, deep eyes, falling on the opposite regiment, with a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth, as if in memory.
Imp, this is the crimson cross trick that you have never learned.
It is called, positive and negative cross kill!
The old group took back the thoughts of the memory, and the eyes fell in the distance, and the eyes did not hide the color of appreciation.
Mu Zhixia, the name is well-deserved!
For the first time, in the past, he has never stopped. Although this Southern Cross Corps is completely different from the Southern Cross Corps of that year. This brand-new corps is negligible compared to the rules of the Southern Cross Corps. Compared with the Southern Cross Corps that was born in the past, this new corps is also very shabby.
However, Jinzhou’s full support, the renewal of a more powerful organization of armor, the richer and more extensive regime of the Corps, the superiority of the excellent and the excellent, and the more than ten years of meticulously crafted, have made this Southern Crusade also unique. .
There is no such big model as before, there are not so many famous players, and the influence on the war situation can be neglected.
After all, there are only 2,000 new recruits, and even the micro-version of the Southern Cross Corps is not.
But its combat power is strong, but there is no doubt.
Mu Zhixia can easily block his own positive and negative cross-killing, but it is one of the best in the world. The old group that ended the memory was completely excited.
Nothing is more exciting than meeting a good opponent!
He did not know, in the opposite of him, Mu Xixia, who was as usual, was shocked in his heart. The trick he just made seems to be an understatement, but in fact it is famous, [Guangming Growth Sword]. It is not the corps to kill, but in his hands, the power is definitely more than the ordinary gold-level corps.
And...
He didn't have to look down and knew that there was a small crack on the sword in his hand.
He has a long sword in his hand, followed him for many years, and the scars on it, and then all the scars, all formed in his cultivation, none of which was formed by the battle.
For the first time, someone could put a scar on his sword for the first time.
He stared at the opposing Corps, and the mysterious corps in front of him was stronger than he expected.
Yes, stronger than he expected, when did Jinzhou have such a strong corps?
He knows a lot about the powerful corps of Jinzhou. Jinzhou is far away from Guangmingzhou. It is not the primary goal of Guangmingzhou. However, Guangmingzhou is deeply involved in the preparation work. The penetration of Jinzhou is not strong, but it lasts for a long time.
In the information sent by the intelligence system, there is no news of this corps, it seems to appear out of thin air.
Being able to contend with his regiment, such combat power should never be ignored. There is only one reason, Jinzhou deliberately hides.
Unexpectedly, Jinzhou actually hides such a powerful killer. Mu Zhixia also quickly settled his mind. The history of Jinzhou is much longer than that of Guangmingzhou. It is not surprising that there are some unexpected cards. Although he is very proud inside, he will never conceit to the point where he thinks he is the best in the world.
A difficult opponent.
Mu Zhixia was a little excited. He was a low-key and steady person. Guangming Zhou also handed over important tasks to him, and he was stationed in Ogano. He has always been conscientious and meticulous. In the face of Savage Island, he lifted his weight and eased his layout. He knew that the high-level plan was greatly appreciated. His extraordinary fighting power had no chance to be played.
Even if he doesn't care too much about this, he can keep a low-key humility in the face of everyone, because he knows that he is stronger than them. The war in his body is like a fierce beast, no natural enemies, no opponents, and put yourself in harmless camouflage and sleep peacefully.
Until today, when he really met an opponent, he could feel the dangerous opponent. The war that I thought would never be provoked, like a fierce beast that broke free, opened his eyes.
Unfamiliar excitement, stirring in his body.
He has not thought about who the other person is, nor what the purpose of the other party is to enter Savage.
He only has one idea and has a good fight!
No one knows, Savage Island is an unknown place, a battle that is enough to sensationalize the world, is going on.
The boundary line between Sacred Manchuria and Gwangmyeong Chau is very long. Except for the important towns such as Ogano Guanzhou, other places are extremely dangerous.
An unobtrusive team quietly moved forward. Their speed is extremely slow, and every step must be especially careful. There are visible cracks in the space around them that do not know which piece of emptiness. They cross each other and do not know how many years have existed. These spatial cracks are more dangerous than the sharpest knives. As long as you touch a little, even the pain will not be there, the body may be cut into pieces~EbookFREE.me~ Everyone's face is cautious, Even the guy who is so embarrassed by Ashin, at this time, dare not slack off. The ground under the foot is not so much a road, it is better to say that it is a stone pile.
This patch of space is known as the black death zone, and even the beasts are afraid to enter. The ground here is not eroded by space cracks and has become riddled with holes. There are many places and even cliffs that need to fly, but everyone's strength is strong enough. However, seeing the black lines that are staggered vertically and horizontally, everyone has hair in their hearts. Everyone has to open their eyes and carefully avoid the cracks in the air.
The most dangerous are the cracks in the space that are thinner than the hair. If you are not careful, it is easy to ignore.
At the forefront is Shangbei. He reminds everyone from time to time to let everyone avoid the dangers that are not easy to find.
The long-term nervous tension makes everyone look tired, and even the strong man like the iron-thorns is also tired. They have been in this crisis for a full two months. In fact, the distance is not far, but every step needs to be very careful, their speed is like a turtle crawl. But no one was a little impatient on the face because they saw their companions being cracked by these spaces and cut into pieces.
Even if an old man like Shangbei leads the way, even if everyone plays a 12-point spirit, the number of non-combat reductions will still reach 37. Fortunately, everyone is a tough-hearted generation, but it has not been hit hard, but more careful.
Shangbei is also tired enough. This is not the road, it is the biggest secret of the Blackwater tribe.
This is a smuggling trail.