Ze Tian Ji Chapter 137: An adventure of youth youngster Ten Thousand Swords

Chen Changshen's face is illuminated by the sword, just like a snow field.

Zhu Luo's Phantom is right in front of him, in the heavy rain, exuding infinite light, like an idol.

The unimaginable coercion, with the arrival of the sword, fell on the body and soul of Chen Changshen.

His sword is certainly not as good as that of Liu Qing, but it is not unusual.In the face of a human Xeon who has never been encountered or even imagined, he naturally uses his own. The strongest sword.

Su Li taught his three swords in the meantime.

Stupid Sword helped him to get a foothold in the Saint. Intelligent Sword helped him to judge the trajectory of this sword in the heavy rain.It is necessary to know that this sword belongs to Saint Domain, is invisible, and the level of Wang Po and Liu Qing can barely understand, but if he did not learn Intelligent Sword, he would have nothing may.

Finally, he burned True Essence with life, trying to block the sword.

Unfortunately, it is impossible for him to block the sword of Zhu Luo, just like the arm of a mantis cannot block the Horse-drawn Carriage of Mercedes-Benz.

No accident, Xu Jian took Yuehua over Sword Edge of Dragon Cry Sword.

However, Zhu Luo's sword eye looks at was about to invade his eyes, but was blocked from the Dragon Cry Sword scabbard.

How can a virtual sword be blocked by a real scabbard? Only the Chen Changshen in the field understands what is going on, which is difficult to explain in words. For the spectators in the heavy rain, the picture they see is:

—— The virtual sword was pierced into the scabbard held by Chen Changshen with both hands.

There are two moons in the night sky and water, and two Zhu Luo on the rain street, one is real and the other is illusory, but the two moons are equally bright, and the two Zhu Luo are equally powerful, the difference is only with or without emotion.

After Man Yue's virtual sword was stabbed into the scabbard of Chen Changshen, the virtual image of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changshen remained unchanged, and he remained expressionless, releasing light and heat from the inside out. On a further rainy street, already suppressed the Wang Po iron knife and gradually silenced Zhu Luo, but the cold expression was instantly replaced by shock and slight trembling.

Countless sounds of sword cry sounded suddenly in the heavy rain.

Then the sound of heavy rain could no longer be heard.

The sturdy, rough, sharp, clear, and dull sword cry rang loudly in the rain street.

The whole Xunyang City can only hear the voice of sword cry.

The virtual sword seemed to encounter countless swords in an instant, or collided, or rubbed, or cut each other.Countless sword cry sounded at the same time.Some viewers in the lower level in the heavy rain were directly shocked unconscious. The past

But nothing happened on the partial rain street. It seems that everything is quiet except the rain. How did these sword crys come from? Where is the sword encountered by Zhu Luo's sword?

The swords are in the scabbard of Dragon Cry Sword.

This sword of Chen Changshen was originally a Ten Thousand Swords.

The 10,000 swords brought out of Zhou Garden.

However, all the swords of Zhu Luo were sealed in the scabbard.

But after all, they met.

Ten Thousand Swords has never had a scabbard, and it can fight against the enemy.

In the scabbard, for a time, Jin Ge iron horse, storms, thunderous thunder

The virtual sword in Zhu Luo is constantly immersed in the scabbard of Chen Changshen.

That's not scabbard, but it's getting shorter.

Some bright particles dance around the mouth of the sheath.

That's worn sword dust.

Ten Thousand Swords is crippled, but Sword Intent is ugly. Only in an instant, at least thousands of cuts and frictions occurred.How can the virtual sword of Zhu Luo hold up, even the real moon sword in his hand on the Yujie street is becoming shorter and more unimaginable. He was holding blood on the hilt of his sword handle and actually began to seep blood

Zhu Luo's face became a bit pale, and in the eyes that had been as indifferent as the gods before, a slight expression appeared again, and then quickly turned into a flood-like anger

He can feel the swords in the scabbard of Chen Changshen, and even recognize those famous swords that have passed away, some even Aura, which he was close to hundreds of years ago, but he can't feel the adventure of Chen Changshen or It is to ask the truth of the matter, because those once powerful swords are attacking him, and he is really injured

He was actually hurt by a Ethereal Opening Realm youngster.

Whatever you are youngster genius.

Whatever you are the youngest Ethereal Opening Upper Realm in history.

You are only Ethereal Opening Realm after all, just a 16-year-old youngster.

How can you hurt me, how dare you hurt me, my dignified Eight Storms of the Cardinal Directions was hurt by you, this is not allowed.

angry roar resounds through Xunyang City, suppressing the sound of those sword cry instantly.

The rain clouds are gradually dispersing, and the moonlight is more abundant.

Zhu Luo took a step towards Wang Po, and the sword in his hand fell down.

On the rainy street dozens of feet away, his virtual image leaned over Chen Changshen.

The virtual sword kept piercing into the scabbard.

Those with bright brilliance sprayed more densely.

The Guanghua and the sword shavings are the sharp meanings produced by cutting Sword Intent and Sword Intent.

It looks beautiful, but it's actually dangerous.

The torrential rain is gradually slowing down, and the water in the street has not dispersed. The sword filings have fallen, and the water patterns have been scattered.

Not to mention the bluestone on the ground and broken walls, debris everywhere.

Liu Qing stood up from the rain and continued to stand in front of Su Li's horse, with a crossblade in front of him.

Those brilliance sword rushes to the scene, as if countless energies.

It was only an instant, his hair band was cut, his black hair floated, and then his hair was cut.

His clothes are bad, and he has hundreds of tiny blood holes in his body. looks at is miserable.

But after all, he protected the horse and the horseman.

Su Li sits on the yellow horse and lowers his head without speaking.

In principle, Chen Changshen should have died already at this time.

Think of it like Su Li or Zhu Luo. But the amazing thing is that he was shrouded in mantianguanghua sword debris, and there was not even one wound on his body. A Aura from nowhere came to cover his whole body. That Dao Aura, I do n’t know the piece of jade Ruyi (scepter) from his waist, or the extra string of stone bead between his wrist.

No one can feel this Dao Aura, only those sword filings can feel it, so when they come to Chen Changshen, they naturally drift away, and the details in between are perfectly hidden in (in) bright light.

Then the heavy rain returned, the rain clouds reunited, and Yuehua faded away.

In the rain curtain, the virtual image of Zhu Luo gradually fades and becomes weaker.

Finally, at some point, the sword was completely swallowed by the scabbard.

The virtual image suddenly collapses into countless tiny bubbles.

There are countless exclaims in Xunyang City.

Zhu Luo is standing on the other side of Yujie, covered with blood and looking pale.

His right arm trembled slightly, and the sword was broken, leaving only one hilt.

At this moment, the iron knife of Wang Po finally came to him.