Hidden Blade Chapter 62: The same robe

There are more than 36,000 burial swords in Jianling.

One sword is one person, and one person is one sword.

The sword intent inspired by the 36,000 sword spirits is so vast that it can stand up against the 80,000 monsters.

The monk in black couldn't help but his face changed slightly when he saw this situation. He looked at Wang Yangming who was hanging in the sky, as if he had suddenly figured out something, and said, "Your Excellency. I can do this, I really admire it."

Speaking of this, the admiration on the face of the monk in black seems to be sincere, not fake.

After that, he sighed inexplicably: "The word sword immortal, your Excellency can really be the one."

"What do you mean?" Mengliang blinked, puzzled.

But Wang Yangming didn't mean to help him at all. The sword intent around him stirred up, and he said in a deep voice: "You'll know after you hit it!"

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The war is about to start.

Following Wang Yangming's order, his tens of thousands of sword spirits swarmed and whizzed out of the divine sword. The dense blades, the mighty sword intent, covering the sky and the moon and the sword light, no matter what is enough to shake people. Soul-stirring.

The skinny monk beside the monk in black also jumped high at that time, standing out of thin air. His **** kept beating at that time. There seemed to be a gloomy but real power constantly gushing out at the fingertips. Under the envelope of this power, the purple monsters looked up to the sky and screamed, and then their eyes were blood-red toward the flying swords that burst out.

The sword spirit wrapped in the sword intent is incredibly powerful, but the cultivation of the purple monsters after the sanctification is also amazing. Even the weakest holy soldier after sanctification is far more powerful than the monks who leave the dust. And if their bodies are extremely tough, if they are not injured, they can automatically repair their injuries in a short time.

At the moment when the two sides met hand-to-hand, the sword spirits who came with their might killed nearly 3,000 purple monsters in the first round of confrontation, and the number of serious injuries was tens of thousands, but after that, the two sides fell into a fierce battle. , The opponent has a large number of people, and there is no lack of saints who have a cultivation base beyond the half-step fairyland, and soon the casualties of the sword spirit side began to rise.

The sword spirit was destroyed, and the divine sword turned into powder.

Blood, wailing, resounded above the southern barren land.

Xu Han and Meng Liang also rushed into the formation. Although Meng Liang's cultivation base was not as good as Xu Han, his talent in kendo and rich combat experience allowed him to avoid most of the damage in this chaotic formation. However, Xu Han is far more unreasonable. At that time, the physical strength of the fairyland was fully revealed. Every move was a big opening and closing. He almost used a rush to enter the enemy line. Those seemingly tall monsters , Almost no one can resist Xu Han's punch, wherever he went, he was full of flesh and blood.

Ao Wu has also transformed into a real body. Although it has not yet reached the Demon King state, its flesh and blood is extremely powerful. It constantly relies on its flesh to resist the attacks of those monsters, and cooperates with the almost indestructible Xuan'er, quickly Reaping the lives of those monsters.

Although Xu Han can rise up, he can feel it. With nearly two thousand holy sons joining the battlefield, those ordinary sword spirits have also begun to be harvested continuously, almost every breath has several times. The sound of the broken sword pierced through the battlefield. If this continues, the victorious Libra will obviously not lean towards them.

Xu Han thought of this, he leaped forward and let out a cry of cold weather, and ice crystals shot out from the sky.

But his body went straight to the place where the raging group of holy children were.

The heads of the three saints were shattered by Xu Han as soon as he met him, but Xu Han was not satisfied with it. He shouted: "Get up with the dragon and snake!" The sword dragon and the sword python whizzed out and shattered The hearts of the two saints. After losing five saint sons one after another, the army of saint sons suddenly fell into a rage, and the force was about to kill Xu Han.

Xu Han's face was joyful. It is no wonder that he wanted to defeat these nearly a thousand saints by his own strength. He just killed the five saints, which seemed to be ruined, but was actually consumed. With nearly half of the strength in his body, although the physical resilience of the fairyland is terrifying, it will be a matter of time before the fierce battle is defeated. His move was not to kill the enemy, but to distract the army of the Saint Child.

Based on his understanding of these saint children and saint soldiers, it seems that once they are consecrated, although their cultivation base will increase greatly, except for the strong of saints, the rest of their intelligence will decline severely, almost no different from the beasts.

And just as he was about to lead nearly half of the holy children out of the main battlefield, a dark power suddenly descended from the sky, and the holy children who were watching to be killed suddenly turned their heads, one after another. Entered the battlefield, but a large group of sage soldiers flocked to Xu Han at that time.

Xu Han's brow furrowed, and he yelled for Shi Fangjue!

The sword dragons and sword pythons rising up into the sky turned into ten huge sword shadows, and the thunder that engulfed the sky crashed down, and the violent sword intent and the violent thunder suddenly stirred up the holy soldiers around Xu Han. Became ashes.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xu Han raised his head and looked in the direction from which the dark power had just come, but it was the thin monk who had followed the Ksitigarbha King before. His heart shuddered, and soon he wanted to understand the key to this matter.

Don't say that the 80,000 monsters are insane, that is, the ordinary 80,000 soldiers are placed on the battlefield and let them play by themselves. It is estimated to be a mess. And these 80,000 monsters, if there is really no way to drive them, then it is difficult for these 80,000 monsters to be crowded together to make a reasonable mobilization in a chaotic war.

I want to understand all of this, Xu Han's gaze toward Tian Tian condensed.

Shoot a man first, shoot a horse, capture a thief first capture the king.

At almost the same time, he stepped on the ground with his feet on the ground, his body burst out, and he went straight to the skinny monk who was manipulating these 80,000 monsters in the sky.

As a strong man in the fairyland, Xu Han's speed is naturally fast to the extreme. His fists are clenched at that time, and all the strength of his body is concentrated on the fist wind, and the lingering wind follows him. Throwing a fist and swinging open, full of arrogance, full of the potential to break the mountain and break the stone.

Faced with such a punch, not to mention ordinary monks, even ordinary immortals might have their souls out of their hearts.

But the skinny monk seemed unheard of this, still standing silently in the air, constantly trending those monsters to harvest the lives of sword spirits.

Xu Han's heart sank. Of course, he could see that this monk's cultivation level was absolutely extraordinary, and the stronger the monk, the stronger his perception, and his fist was so powerful that the opponent could not be possible. Unconsciously, the only explanation for his calmness is that he is not afraid of Xu Han.

Thinking of this, Xu Han's heart is a little uncomfortable, but at the moment the two armies are facing each other, and they are fighting for a brave man to win~ IndoMTL.com~ Xu Han is naturally impossible to retreat, so the fist is even stronger, between the eyebrows The murderousness is even worse.

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Seeing that Xu Han's fist wind was about to fall on the face of the thin monk, and suddenly a huge figure jumped out from behind the monk. The body nine feet away raised fists bigger than Xu Han After several times, the punch also blasted Xu Han with great power.

Boom!

A loud bang exploded over the battlefield.

The violent wind blew up and exploded in all directions at the same time.

It's hard to imagine that two people can set off such a powerful force just by physically shaking them.

Rao was Xu Han. After retreating and standing still, he was also shocked. After arriving in the fairyland in the physical realm, he had almost never met someone who could hardly punch his full punch, and the height in front of him Nine feet away, the man with a bronze body was obviously an unusual person.

Xu Han squeezed his somewhat numb right arm, and thought to himself, could this guy also become a strong man in the sacred land?

"You are Xu Han, right? I've heard of you, yes, someone who can take my punch has never been in the Palace of Sen Luo." Xu Han thought about this, but the nine-foot man But he didn't have as many thoughts as him, but he looked at Xu Han with a grin, and his eyes were full of warfare. It seemed that it was a very happy thing for him to meet a well-matched opponent.

But where did Xu Han have the interest in fighting him bravely? In the past, dozens of sword spirits died in battle in the past. Although they were not real people, they had already developed their wisdom. In Xu Han's view, since they were guarding the sword mausoleum with him, they were the same robe.

As a fellow, we should protect each other with fate!

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate for a while, the black magic sword was called by him again, and he held it in his hand, and he shook his body again and slammed the strong man nine feet away.

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