Chapter 351: A sword

Su Li's hand held the umbrella handle, and there was no other action, but the sword's intention had invaded tens of miles away.
There was no sword light, no sword wind, the thin snow flakes slowly fell, but there were countless harsh voices around the snowfield. Wipe it! That's the sound of the blade cutting through the space, the sound of the blade cutting through the armor, that's the sound of the blade cutting the magic body.
There are countless fine white sword marks around the dark shadows of more than ten mountain-like demons. The cold wind shattered, the heavy armor was suddenly divided, and the blood appeared. Some of the mountain black shadows fell on the snowfield , Some of them like the mountain black shadow storm shouted back and forth, no one devil will be able to stand in place!
Su Li looked to the snow hills more than ten miles away, to the black robe sitting cross-legged there.
The square plate in front of the black robe has become a piece of scrap iron, and there are dense depressions all over it. Where can we project everything in Zhouyuan as before? It was precisely because of the destruction of the square plate that the horrible explosion occurred before. Even the peerless strongman of his level could not bear the light wounds, his clothes were ragged, and he looked a little embarrassed.
The inexplicable destruction of Zhou Yuan’s square plate left him injured. He felt that Zhou Yuan’s situation was broken, which hurt him, but what made him feel most vigilant was that the umbrella that Su Li was holding in his hand, this It took a long time to arrange, and the Mozu dispatched countless masters to kill the game. It seems that there is also a problem.
If Su Li wants to break through the siege set by the Demon Race, he needs to make another breakthrough in Kendo. However, as he once said, like Su Li this level of kendo strong, even the big between life and death Fear cannot help him break through the barrier that has not been broken through for hundreds of years, unless he gets the sword.
Now, that sword is coming.
how can that be? The black robe looked at the young man behind Su Li, silently thinking, that all the variables are here.
He knew the yellow paper umbrella and knew the origin of the yellow paper umbrella. He knew Chen Changsheng and knew the origin of Chen Changsheng. He is the most mastered demon warrior in the mainland. The stories happening around Zhou Yuan are clear and unequivocal.
However, even if the calculation is clear, it cannot change what has happened, nor can it let the yellow paper umbrella leave Su Li's side.
Black robe stood up, his hands slightly bluish, sticking out of his sleeves, as if to smash all the cold wind from the snowfield.
Su Li quietly looked at him.
The two are separated by more than ten miles.
Su Li held the handle of the umbrella and pressed her fingers slightly.
There was only a loud sound.
A bright sword body was drawn from the yellow paper umbrella.
It turned out that this was the real body of the yellow paper umbrella.
The sword has been hidden in the yellow paper umbrella.
The sword did not come out.
Only half of the sword body appeared between heaven and earth.
There was a sudden blizzard on the snowfield, and the thin snow flakes changed countless invisible swords, swept away and whistled, and instantly came to the snow hills more than ten miles away.
The black robe bowed his head, pressed his hands, and slightly blue hands, as if saluting, protected in front of his face, together with the black robe that fell to the snow, covered everything up, and it was extremely cold. The scent of breath greets the snow flakes like swords.
嗤嗤嗤嗤! Countless cracking sounds sounded above the snow hills, and countless sharp sword lights appeared in the space around the black robe.
At the next moment, the end of the black robe left the snow surface. The black robe floated, and the clothing was light with people, accompanied by wind and snow and sword light, drifting backwards and disappearing into nothingness.
Jianguang gradually converged, Jianming calmed down, and the snow gradually slowed down.
A black piece of cloth slowly fell on the snowfield, and at the same time, there was a red blood.
After more than ten miles, Su Li Yijian hurt the black robe. Although it is said that the black robe was not seriously injured because of the destruction of the square plate, but please don’t forget that the sword in Su Li’s hand was not completely sheathed, and half of it was hidden in the yellow paper umbrella, then , What kind of sword is this?
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Su Li ignored the retreating black robe, looked at the looming outline of the magic city deep in the snowfield, and looked at the shadow of the endless coercion and horror will in the sky, the expression on his face became more and more dignified, His eyes became more and more fanatical, shouting: "Come to fight!"
Accompanied by the sound of Jianming drinking, a real sword sounded through the snowfield.
Su Li's right hand held the handle of the umbrella and pulled it out. The blade of Hanguang scattered on the snowfield appeared.
Hundreds of years later, the famous sword of the sky, and finally saw the sun again, the first opponent it saw was the devil.
Such a return is so domineering and arrogant!
The name of the sword covers the sky, no matter how vast the sky is, as long as the sword is in front of your eyes, you can see it.
No matter how scary the shadow in the sky is, you can see it if you don't see it.
Su Li held the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and lifted the cover of the sky sword in his right hand, and looked at the shadow in the sky.
Such a character, how powerful and heroic!
Looking at Su Li's back, Chen Chang was speechless.
He knew that he was about to see for himself the battle at the highest level in the mainland for hundreds of years. Or he will die soon, he will die in the breath of this battle, or the two parties participating in this battle will not notice his death at all, but he does not feel cold and even feels a little hot.
This enthusiasm comes from the heart, from the blood.
There is always blood in life.
Even if he had just left Zhou Yuan, he was inexplicably involved in this battle between the gods, and he would suddenly die, he didn't care. Zhou Yuan's trip was indeed worthwhile. He could see such heroes with his own eyes, and can see such a peerless sword reappear. How can life and death be enough?
At this time, Chen Changsheng had vaguely guessed who this great human being stood in front of him.
Holding the sword hilt in his hand, several powerful demons would fall.
He pulled out half of the sword body, and the black robe was seriously injured and drifted away.
Now, his sword has been completely sheathed, and his people have also been completely sheathed, and he is free to release his sharp edge to the shadow in the wind and snow and the sky.
What power will this third sword have? Can it cut through the sky and cut that shadow directly under the sword?
In an instant, Chen Changsheng thought about a lot of things. He felt that his spiritual world was thoroughly cleansed by the sword that shrouded the entire snowfield. He gained unprecedented courage and fighting will. If he could survive, I believe that these gains will definitely make him stronger.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Hold the umbrella."
Chen Changsheng looked at the back of the middle-aged man and knew that the voice should come from him, but he didn't understand what it meant, and he was a little helpless.
"Do not hurry, or I will run away first!"
Su Li looked at the shadow in the sky, with a determined look and extraordinary momentum.
Who would have thought that at the same time he was whispering such unimpressive words to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng froze, wondering what was going on, and said, "Senior..."
Su Li didn't turn around, holding the sword and looking to the sky with a calm mind.
But his voice was so hurried, he seemed very anxious.
Moreover, in order to prevent the Demon from discovering, his thin lips did not move, and his speech was a bit of a bite.
"Your former head, your pig's head doesn't hurry up and come over! Hold out your hand!"
Chen Changsheng was really stunned, and even began to doubt life.
Senior... Are you not the legendary strongman? Isn't it possible to cross the continent with a sword? Don't you want to fight that shadow? Don't you want the other party to fight? It turned out... that you didn't think about fighting from the beginning, just about running away? You...the heroic spirits of this time are all pretended?
This... isn't it a fake fight?
Chen Changsheng couldn't describe his mood at this moment.
This predecessor has a fierce appearance on the surface and a strong and generous wind. Who can think of it as such...
He couldn't find a suitable word, wanted to say it was so cheap, and felt a little disrespectful.
An idol who had just established less than a few rest hours in his heart collapsed.
But he had no choice, this predecessor had to run away, would he still stay to fight that horrible shadow?
Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the yellow paper umbrella. His thoughts were a little trance, and he reached over and held it.
Su Li looked at the shadows in the sky, his expression was indifferent, and he had a style of master. Only Chen Changsheng could hear the voice drilled through his teeth: "You pig head hold me tight, otherwise it will fall halfway, I won't stop to pick you."
Chen Changsheng held the front of the yellow paper umbrella very obediently, and added a hand.
The clear and arrogant laughter suddenly sounded, echoing in the snowy fields.
Su Li looked at the demon army in the snow, looked at the shadow, silent for a moment, shouted loudly: "Look at the sword!"
This is the first sword really cut after the Heaven and Earth Sword reappears.
It was also his most powerful sword in the days and nights when he was surrounded by demons.
In the wind and snow, the mountainous silhouettes of those demons became extremely dignified, and the tens of thousands of demons in the distance were more quiet.
The shadow from the snowy old town, which covered half of the sky, became more dignified.
This sword will surely condense Su Li's life-long cultivation.
Even the demon monarch has some fear.
The violent wind suddenly shattered the flying snow, and the sword that shrouded the snowfield suddenly compressed, turning into an unimaginable sword momentum, chopping towards the world.
Su Li out of the sword.
He slashed into the sky.
However, it is not the shadow in the sky, but the half of the sky opposite the shadow.
Southern sky.
He only heard a snort.
Thousands of vitality locks arranged by the Demon Race in the snow and sky were all shattered by the sword.
In the blizzard that suddenly became violent, a very clear sword road appeared, leading out of the snowfield.
Su Li turned into a streamer at an unimaginable speed and plunged into that sword way.
He held a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and Chen Changsheng was hanging at the end of the umbrella. Chen Changsheng's body had floated.
In the roar, Su Li and Chen Changsheng became black spots, moving away.
The next moment, Kendo disappeared, and the two disappeared.
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(I have also been thinking about what words to use to describe Su Li. After his first appearance and shouting to save me, the tone was settled. It was indeed cheap. He was originally the supreme sword in this world. I It’s not Chen Changsheng, there is no need to respect the elderly, but I feel that a single cheap word is not enough to describe him, so let him be cheap... for the next chapter to fight before nine o'clock.)
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