Emperor of the North Chapter 744: The Aojian finally folds and the Three Fallen Swords
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The shape of this two-hundred-meter-sized Devil's Palm is very peculiar. It is dark and covered with black dragon scales. Especially on the palm of the Devil's Palm, there is also a dark golden'卐'. Word imprint.
The ‘卐’ word imprinted on the palm of the Demon’s palm is constantly rotating, and the large amount of pure vitality that has drifted between the world and the earth has been taken into the Demon’s palm, making the black Demon’s palm look even more strange and mysterious.
"What a powerful true essence power, how could this guy take the vitality contained in a dozen middle-grade crystals into his body at once, and then activate this kind of magical power that requires a powerful true essence power!"
Seeing that the huge palm is getting closer and closer to him, Wan Jian Sany on the lower arena muttered to himself in shock, but shocked to shock, he did not mean to wait for death. The long sword suddenly changed into two, two, four, and four, and quickly split into three thousand six hundred white sword auras.
With the manifestation of three thousand six hundred white sword auras, Wan Jiansan pinched the tactics with both hands, and then pointed at the demon palm falling above his head with one sword pointing out. Three thousand six hundred floating outside his body Hundreds of sword qi pointed out with this finger, spinning around him quickly, and then turned into a torrent of sword qi, flying up into the sky, and greeted Li Mu's palm of great compassion.
"Boom!!!"
The torrent of sword qi transformed by three thousand six hundred sword qi and the palm of great compassion met in mid-air without any hindrance. Following the encounter of Li Mu and Wanjian's three or two supernatural powers, they immediately burst out in mid-air. There was a violent explosion, and then a circle of deep to the extreme true vitality swept out from mid-air, shaking the space in all directions and sending out obvious distortions.
"Dang!!! Dang!!!"
As a violent roar dissipated, there was a crisp sound like a fierce iron strike. The black clutch fell in the air without a half-stop, and the many swords that collided with it All the qi burst into pieces. Three thousand six hundred sword qi bursts in half in the blink of an eye, and the black devil's palm continued to fall towards the Wan Jian San below, just for a while, leaving Wan Jian San. It's already less than thirty meters away.
Seeing that his magical power attack could not stop Li Mu's devil's palm, Wan Jiansan's face was solemn, he quickly raised his hand and pointed at the nearly half-white sword energy left in mid-air, one thousand in mid-air. Many white sword auras quickly fell towards him, and then directly sank into Wan Jiansan's body.
After more than a thousand white sword auras entered the body, a white rune surged out of Wan Jiansan's body, and his body was twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a white flying sword more than ten meters long.
"Wan Hua Jian Jue, the man and the sword are one, one sword is the sky!"
Wan Jiansan, who turned into a sword, let out a scream, and then he turned into a sword body and turned into a sharp sword light, facing the black magic palm that was already only 20 meters away from him. Up.
"Dang!!!"
A piercing sound spread from all directions, the white long sword transformed by the Three Thousand Swords and Li Mu's Great Compassionate Demon's palm met in mid-air, and the tip of the white long sword directly touched the black golden palm of the black Demon Palm' The mark of the 卐'word unexpectedly withstood the falling black clutches.
As the black magic palm was held up by the white long sword, Li Mu in mid-air had already come to the top of the magic palm at this moment. His right palm was firmly pressed on the back of the magic palm, and the true essence in his body was continuously injected into it. The power of the clutch is reinforced in the clutch of the body.
In the white long sword, the three-virtual figure of ten thousand swords is faintly visible. At this time, his right hand is pointing to the point of the sword, with a sword spirit and a palm of great compassion. Might resisted.
"How about Ten Thousand Swordsman, my palm is okay, if it weren't for a rival of yours, ordinary people would not be eligible for such treatment!"
Li Mu pressed his black clutch with one hand and said with a sneer.
"Huh! But that's all! It's nothing! If you have the ability, you can break my magical powers of becoming a sword!"
In the white long sword, ten thousand swords replied with a stiff mouth. Although it is hard for him to resist Li Mu's palm of compassion, it is not true that he must be softened by such super-class powerhouses of the same rank who can be called kings. An easy thing, because most of the character of Jian Xiu can be described in one word, that is proud. As the saying goes, swords have madness, swords have arrogance, swordsman and sword are unified, and most of them are arrogant. Incomparably, how can a sword repairer with arrogant personality be subdued.
"Hahaha, okay, if that's the case, then I will work harder!"
Seeing that Wan Jiansan's mouth was so hard, Li Mu sneered, and then a black light flashed in his eyes, and magic lines on his face spread quickly, and at the same time Li Mu's body suddenly split Six black four-armed true shadows of war demon came out, and then these six true shadows of war demon quickly merged with Li Mu and merged into one. For a time, the true vitality aura on Li Mu's body rose rapidly, chasing true from the beginning of Tong Xuan. king.
With the combination of Li Mu and the true shadow of the four-armed war demon, in the sky above him, the vitality of the heaven and the earth surging rapidly, and finally gathered into a golden Buddha and a four-armed war demon phantom.
After the phantom of the Great Buddha and the four-armed war demon appeared, many people under the ring stood up involuntarily, their faces were full of dementia, and Li Mu actually revealed two completely different figures. The vitality emerged, one Buddha and one demon, Buddha showing compassion, and demon showing fierce arrogance. The two are completely opposite or even opposite, but they appear together in the air.
"Break it for me!!"
A violent howl came from Li Mu's mouth in mid-air, his true essence boiled, and a palm of his hand fell again on the palm of great compassion in front of him, as Li Mu's palm fell , The golden Buddha phantom in the midair above him and the four-armed war demon phantom reached out their right hands at the same time, and fell towards Li Mu below.
The golden Buddha's palm and the black demon's palm merged naturally in mid-air. With a burst of black and gold aura blending with each other, the two giant palms once again transformed into a great compassionate palm in mid-air. Falling on the Demon's Palm of Great Compassion under Li Mu's body, the two Demon's hands instantly merged.
"Boom!"
The void shattered, and there was a violent roar. As the two big clutches were united, the power of the two-hundred-meter black clutch doubled, and only heard the sharp sound of the sword breaking, resisting it. The white long sword of the black devil's palm broke instantly, and then the black devil's palm with the two broken blades fell straight on the ground of the ring below.
After the palm of the hand landed, the entire jade ring shook violently, and then cracks spread quickly. In less than a moment, a huge jade ring was completely shattered, if not under the ring. Luo Zhong desperately urged the Zhen Yuan in his body, blessing the ring's formation restrictions in all directions, and this did not allow the true energy wave generated by Li Mu's Devil's Palm to rush out of the ring.
Silence, deathly silence, looking at the huge clutch on the ring, all the people watching the battle below held their breath and stunned, even Wan Xiong who had been sitting on the seat couldn’t help standing. When he got up, his turbid old eyes revealed the color of worry, looking at the clutch above the ring, he didn't say a word, but a true king-level power pressure in his body was always showing signs of eruption.
"Hiss!!"
After a while, the clutches on the ring slowly dissipated. As the clutches dissipated, most of the people under the ring couldn’t help but gasp. Although the clutches on the ring dissipated, they A giant palm-shaped gravure over two hundred meters in size was left behind. This gravure sank into the ring surface to a depth of seven or eight meters. In the middle of the gravure, Wan Jiansan had already been transformed from the sword body into a human form. .
At this time, Wan Jiansan was covered with blood. He was already half white in his white clothes, and all was stained red with blood. His body was deformed in many places. The most conspicuous were his limbs and chest. His bones have already been shattered, and there is still a puff of Yinhong blood flowing out of his mouth, and there is already more air in and less air.
"Hey, finally got it done!!!"
With a palm of the sword, Li Muchang, who was still floating in mid-air, sighed. The golden Buddha above his head and the four-armed war demon phantom disappeared at the same time, and his whole body exuded the sky. The magic power of the war, in the state of the war magic, he was full of power.
"Who is still not convinced! Come up and fight with me!!"
Randomly glanced at Wan Jiansan who didn't know his life or death on the ring below, Li Mu urged his spiritual sense to shout loudly at the thousands of onlookers below the ring, his tone full of domineering.
Looking at the domineering Li Mu, the members of Jin Yuzong below the ring were shocked, and then all showed excitement. Li Mu really fulfilled his promise, defeated all enemies, and achieved the final Victory.
As for the others, the disciples of the three sects like the Poison Killing Sect, the Huadao Sect and the Qi Beast Sect naturally all showed disappointment. Even the people of the Xue Ling Sect showed a bit of helplessness. Their ideal middle-aged candidate is actually Wan Jiansan, but Wan Jiansan's survival is still a problem at this moment, let alone turning defeat into victory.
"Sword Three!!"
A sorrow sounded from Wan Xiong's mouth below the ring, and then he turned into an afterimage, and rushed directly to the side of Wan Jiansan lying in the giant palm-shaped gravure, with a sad look on Wan Jiansan. Half helped up.
"Master... Lord, I... I am not reconciled... I am not reconciled... You must avenge me... revenge!!!"
The vitality of Wan Jiansan, who was half-supported by Wan Xiong, was quickly dissipating, and the charm in his eyes was quickly fading, and it seemed that he was not far from the end of the lamp, but even In this way, he still desperately grabbed Wan Xiong's sleeves and said a few words with a look of unwillingness.
"No!! You will not die! You are my most beloved grandson, Grandpa will not let you die!!! Definitely not!!!"
Wan Xiong kept shaking his head, until now he still couldn't accept this fact.
"It's not...useful, all my five... viscera... are all... broken, and the original spirit... has also been corroded by the devilish energy and most of them will soon dissipate. , It’s impossible to seize... and rebirth... haha...ha, I didn’t expect my Wanjiansan to end like this..., grandson, I regret it, I shouldn’t regret it... Without listening to your old man’s words, Daoxin was affected by a passion... Maybe this is fate!"
Wan Jiansan was talking, with blood flowing in his mouth. He glanced at Leng Qingcheng not far below the ring, and saw that Leng Qingcheng didn't even look at him, but smiled. Lifting his head and looking at Li Mu, he smiled bitterly, and then the hand holding Wan Xiong's sleeve fell vertically on the ground. At this moment, all the vitality in his body dissipated. Yuan Ling also turned into a white light, annihilated into nothingness.
Wan Jiansan, a generation of young strong man, finally left his life on the ring, and he didn't even close his eyes before he died, still looking at Leng Qingcheng below the ring, his proud sword is after all It was still broken in Li Mu's clutches.
"Ah!!!"
As Wan Jiansan died, Wan Xiong suddenly roared to the sky, and a violent fire-attribute real vitality aura rose into the sky, instantly attracting everyone's eyes.
"Jian San! You want this woman! Grandpa, I will send it to you, let her accompany you on the road!"
Wan Xiong's eyes flashed with a strange scarlet fire, and then he let out a crazy shout. He raised his hand and pointed his sword at Leng Qingcheng below the ring. A scarlet fire attributed true essence. With the terrifying pressure of the true king, the sword aura shot out from within his sword fingers, and rushed to Leng Qingcheng's body in the blink of an eye...