Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1045: The winner is born, the loser dies
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"Tang Yong, is this defeated?"
"Impossible, he is the top ten arrogant of Zongnan. Besides, he has ignited the fire of the Holy Ruins. How can he lose to a semi-sage with one move?"
A group of corpse-handling Tianjiao were shocked. One of the young men squinted his eyes and said: "The sword technique that Bu Yixuan has learned is probably the true biography of the White Deer Sword Sage Shangguan Zi Yi. It is very impressive. I can’t even understand the true meaning of swordsmanship. Tang Yong’s defeat was not wronged. As for why the fire of the Holy Ruins did not swallow up his opponent, I am afraid that Tang Yong’s learning skills were not good."
The young man on the side was struck by his wrists and said: "Brother Tang Xinyuan, this step is not easy. Only you can kill him with absolute certainty."
Tang Xinyuan nodded: "Bu Yixuan, I will fight you next."
"Please enlighten me."
I frowned, but saw three figures walking out of the chaotic cloud behind Tang Xinyuan, all of which were sacred corpses. One of the sacred corpses had a strong aura and seemed to have reached the level of a high-ranking saint. So strong, this guy is actually a legendary Three Corpse Saint? Among the Corpse Controlling Clan, the Three Corpse Saints existed extraordinary.
However, the saint corpse has lost a part of its strength after death, and part of it will be lost after being sacrificed by the corpse clan. With the restraint of the rider's cultivation, the true strength of the sacred corpse is actually the same as that of the master. The corpse has a certain relationship, in other words, the stronger the corpse master, the stronger the power that the saint corpse can exert, and Tang Xinyuan in front of him looks a little unfathomable.
"Let's do it!"
Tang Xinyuan's robe sleeves flicked, and flames rushed all over his body. This Tianjiao was a bit extraordinary. The sacred flame he ignited was already a fifth-grade sacred flame based on its strength level, and he was filled with a surging vigor and vigor, and there was a sound behind him. Rui Ming, there is actually the Vermillion Bird Technique appearing in the air, did he practice the Vermillion Bird Technique?
At the moment Tang Xinyuan shot, I was sure that I was wrong. It was not the Vermillion Bird Technique, but a palm technique evolved from the Vermillion Bird Technique. I swiped out a palm to bring out the turbulent flames. As for Tang Xinyuan’s figure, he was almost invisible, completely hidden in the clouds. Instead, a flame-shrouded Vermillion Bird's paw print fell from the sky, wrapped in the power of heaven and suppressed it, blowing the surrounding mist, and the ground began to crack. , What a Suzaku palm!
The mystery of mastership is just like kendo. Although kendo is king in three thousand worlds, some sages who practice mastering mastery are regarded as powerful people. The so-called all roads return to the right path and practice the mastery. The same can reach the extreme state, and Tang Xinyuan in front of him is a Tianjiao who has mastered his palm. This palm embraces the power of heaven and earth, as if oppressing the mountains and the ocean.
Can't underestimate the younger generation of saints who control the corpse race, they are very strong!
My heart bounced, and Gu Zhenyu Sword Realm rose from the ground, and rushed towards Tang Xinyuan. At the same time, he shot out the sword. The third style of the White Deer Sword Technique swept away in the air, making the space suddenly dark, and the stars seemed to be covered. As a sign of initiation, finally a slightly smaller star fell on the fairy bone sword, turning into a mortal sword that shook on the palm of the Vermillion Bird!
"Peng~~~"
With a single blow, the fire of the Holy Ruins rained down continuously from the sky, impacting on the True Feather Sword Realm. Although the Vermillion Bird's palm print was shattered, the power of the mortal fall was already scarce. The sword intent was easily suppressed by Tang Xinyuan with a horizontal palm, and what was terrible was a cold wind behind him, which was the rhythm of the sword intent of a saint corpse.
It's so insidious, I almost didn't notice it.
The rules of space erupted, and a space collapse was formed almost instantly behind me, the fairy bone sword drew an arc backward, and suddenly amid the rumbling of the collapse, the saint corpse could not sneak attack, but it was in the collapse of the space. A whole arm was crushed. Almost at the same time, the attack on the other two holy corpses had already arrived. The second holy corpse activated sorcery. The cremation of the holy ruins turned into vines extending in the chaos and entangled me. With his feet, the third high-ranking saint saint corpse fell from the sky with a punch, which can be called a lore.
Suck!
My heart was chilled, and what was more terrible was Tang Xinyuan’s face-to-face palm, roaring palm strength, and dozens of Vermillion Bird Techniques manifested. This palm was accurate and very accurate, and it was impossible to avoid it by the power of general rules. , The so-called three corpse saints, the power has been demonstrated, the offensive of the three sacred corpses is not the main force, but to cooperate with the main body's attack, as a cover for each other, people are basically invincible.
It is conceivable that many human saints must have lost their lives under Tang Xinyuan's siege method. Of course, even at this moment, I feel a strong heart palpitations.
However, I still have the means to deal with this crisis.
Around the body, the chain of time rules whizzed out, and dozens of them were separated in an instant, completely mastering the time flow rules of the surrounding party, making time flow backwards, so that the holy corpse of the upper saint could not be suppressed with a punch. The sorcery vines entwined under his feet also slowed down, even Tang Xinyuan's attack slowed down, and the entire time and space fell into chaos.
"Time..."
With a deep groan, I injected 80% of the holy energy into the fairy bone sword, and the scales burst out from my body, and my eyes became determined instantly, and I shouted violently: "Scale cut!"
"Pengpongpeng~~~"
The golden smoke and dust filled the world, and the time scale shocked the remaining two corpses with the invincible sword intent, especially the corpses of the upper saints. Almost all of their arms were shattered, and the gloomy time collapsed. It seems to be an understatement, but the powerful destructive power contained in it is probably not more than the sword of Bailu swordsmanship.
"You..."
Tang Xinyuan was shocked, in his eyes, I pierced through with a sword, and once again used the mystery of Wangchen, the blade of the fairy bone sword seemed to shuttle through a clear stream in the memories of the years , Full of bewildering, dazed, and helpless emotions, Tang Xinyuan's aspirations were also shaken with a single sword, and a daze appeared in his eyes.
But at the moment when the long sword almost penetrated the center of his eyebrows, Tang Xinyuan suddenly woke up, closing his palms and turning into endless flames, revealing a pair of Vermillion Bird's claws that had firmly gripped the streamline of the Fairy Bone Sword. In part, a very fierce and fierce brilliance appeared in his eyes, and he roared: "Bu Yixuan, do you think you can kill me like Tang Yong?"
"It's not easy."
I said something lightly, and at the same time flipped my wrist gently, and suddenly a second sword intent storm erupted. It was a very violent spin, and the chains of golden avenue rules spiraled around the sword blade. , Turned into a very terrifying sword move, the fourth move of the Bailu swordsmanship-Dao Shen, I have already practiced to the point of proficiency, there are many mysterious changes, can attack, can also defend, more like Just like before, help yourself out of trouble.
"Keng Keng Keng~~~"
The order and rules of the sword blade engulfing the road sinking constantly revolved, strangling on the red bird’s claws condensed by Tang Xinyuan, and the sacred bird’s claws were instantly destroyed. When the fairy bone sword was completely free from the restraint, the remaining energy remained The fierce, messy and tyrannical sword intent strangled Tang Xinyuan's palms into a **** flesh.
"Bu Yixuan!"
Tang Xinyuan fell into anger. Regardless of his injuries, the Vermillion Bird's power in his body urged the valley, and the flames soared into the sky. When he stepped on his feet, the surrounding area turned into a fire field, and it was the fire field containing the fire power of the Holy Ruins. The sacred flame kept burning, trying to break through the real feather sword world, causing devastating damage to my body.
The vigorous palm strength regained, Tang Xinyuan is not only very strong, even the tyrannical degree of fighting will is not comparable to that of ordinary monks, and the **** palms urged the fire, turning into two flames from both sides. Here, it's another fierce move.
The world was turned upside down, even though we were in the air, the earth was burned with scorching heat, and everyone watching the game was shocked. One of the teenagers’ faces was full of excitement: "Finally, Tang Xinyuan wants to use This is a trick. It is said that the last time he used this trick to kill a middle-ranked saint who is famous in the upper realm, this time, Bu Yixuan will undoubtedly die!"
"Yes, Bu Yixuan can't escape this slaughter!"
Everyone nodded, feeling that I was lost.
……
It’s true that Tang Xinyuan’s two arms are divided into two ways, and he does have a sense of gaining the Tao, but this does not mean that I will definitely lose. On the contrary, it gives me a sense of cheering and excitement deep in my heart. After the authentic Bailu swordsmanship, I haven't had the real firepower. This time, it's time to practice!
"Buzzing~~~"
The fairy bone sword also sensed the excitement in my heart, and it rang endlessly. Driven by the right arm, the fairy bone sword exploded with the mighty power of swordsmanship. The palm print to the right side of the flame, and the left arm suddenly flared, pinched out the sword tactics, and with a whistle, a second completely different kendo mood emerged. It was the sixth form of the white deer sword technique, the **** of immortality, and it was instantly sacred. The fairy gods approached the sky, with a kind of awe-inspiring aura. This sword intent was transformed by pinching with bare hands, but its power was not inferior to the blow of Mo'er.
"Boom!"
Two loud noises, Bailu swordsmanship against Suzaku's palms, the two forces collided with each other to determine the merits of the verdict. Tang Xinyuan's Suzaku spells collapsed one after another, and were backlashed by the sword intent of Bailu swordsmanship. , His arms were blown to pieces, and his cultivation was almost immediately abandoned.
"The winner lives, the loser dies, you lose!"
I said slowly, and the fairy bone sword lifted lightly, and a sharp edge galloped away. With a "chick", it pierced through Tang Xinyuan's forehead, leaving a small wound, but it was directly pierced. His saint ruins killed this powerful young saint to the town on the spot. At the same time, he looked up and saw that the sky was full of white deer swordsmanship and the aura of heavenly breeze. In addition, the sword intent was mixed. The battle between Lin Muzhao and Tang Jiuyuan has become fierce.