Cultivation – Stand above the Heaven Chapter 680: Blue sword!
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"Yuntianmen? Seeing that you are also a strong generation, why should you help me to abuse and help Iron War Dynasty to poison my Heaven Capital State subjects? How can you bear it?" Wan Haoxiong has not heard of Yuntianmen, but Qingjianxiu is so high Presumably, the power of the Yuntianmen is also very small, and his mind is dull.
"Hum! Weak meat and strong food, like the ancients! This is heavenly way! Wan Haoxiong, are you breaking yourself, or are you bothering to take this seat?"
"Bah! What are you? If you want to kill our Marshal, you have to pass our level first! Shoot me, shoot him!" Qingjian's voice just fell, and there was an angry scream from below. A lieutenant general of Wan Haoxiong led a large team of archers.
With an order, all arrows are sent! Under the shadow of darkness, a violent rain of arrows loomed, slamming straight towards the green sword.
This kind of arrow rain is very dense and there are almost no gaps, even if it is a fly, I am afraid that I will not escape.
However, in the face of this arrow of rain, Qing Jian's expression was relaxed and relaxed. Eyebrows were raised slightly, and the look of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"Wait for the ants, I really do n’t know what to do! Get away!"
Qingjian stood proudly in the void, with a cold drink, a wave of his right sleeve, a gleaming gleam of light, and he immediately made a big splash under the night, wrapping up the pieces of arrow rain and a brain. As soon as the blue light came out, the torrential arrow rain was almost fixed in mid-air at the same time. These strange scenes made Wan Haoxiong's heart jump out of his throat.
"Hum ... let you quietly have the magic power of the fairy family!" Qing Jian sneered, waving his left sleeve, the sharp arrow set in mid-air slowly turned around, and the arrow feather aimed at himself , But the arrows were aimed at the archers.
Wan Haoxiong ’s heart sank, and he hurriedly shouted, "Hurry!"
However, before waiting for the roar of the Wan Haoxiong to disperse, the frozen arrow rain blasted out again, but completely changed the direction and shot at the archers, the speed was several times faster than before. ?
In such a domineering arrow rain, the archers simply could n’t dodge, just listened to bursts of screams, and the sky rang loudly. The archers were like fallen wheat, falling down in pieces, and in a blink of an eye, hundreds of people were injured or killed.
These archers were brought out by Wan Haoxiong in one hand. Suddenly they were hit like this, and they broke the heart of Wan Haoxiong into eight petals.
"I cao your grandma!" Wan Haoxiong roared loudly, twirling the purple-golden dragon spear and stabs toward the green sword.
"Hehe ... are True Qi 8th Stage, and dare to stand up in front of this seat? Get back!"
Obviously, Green Sword did n’t take Wan Haoxiong in his eyes, and he swung a hand, a greenish green awn, and immediately cut it towards Wan Haoxiong.
As soon as this swordmand came out, Wan Haoxiong suddenly sighed. That kind of feeling was like being stared at by death, and all the hairs were standing upright, not to mention, even in the bones, there seemed to be a cold wind that kept passing through.
The pinnacle of 9th stage is only in the face of the consummation, only to be killed by the hand, let alone the pinnacle of 8th Stage, Wan Haoxiong?
Before that Jianmang reached Wan Haoxiong, Wan Haoxiong's heart sank to the bottom, and the whole person was ready to accept the death.
However, at this moment, a strange airflow suddenly jumped out of the Zijin Dragon Gun, through the palm of Wan Haoxiong, and drilled straight into his body.
The cold in Wan Haoxiong's body was instantly swept away by this stream of air. Immediately afterwards, the Zijin Dragon Gun in his hand seemed to come alive, and he began to tremble. A series of majestic and vast dragon chants suddenly made a big difference between heaven and earth.
"What's going on?" I was about to recruit the green sword that killed Wan Haoxiong, and his face changed suddenly, and I felt a very threatening atmosphere.
"Is it him?" Qing Jian looked at Wan Haoxiong in surprise, because the place where Wan Haoxiong was at this time, the source of this terrible breath of precisely.
"That gun is ..." But soon, Qing Jian's eyes fell from Wan Haoxiong on the purple dragon gun in his hand, and his face changed dramatically.
At this moment, the Wan Haoxiong suddenly broke out, and the Zijin Dragon Gun suddenly moved forward, a light cloud, not real, but it could be seen as a dragon-shaped purple spirit, suddenly from the Zijin Dragon Gun The point of the gun burst out and hit the sword mandrel straight out of the blue sword sacrifice.
Click! boom!
The two collided together, and the sword-mand from the blue sword sacrifice split instantly and soon fell into smoke. And the purple dragon spirit slowly disappeared.
This scene made Qing Jian ’s eyes glaring out. An Martial Practitioner of True Qi 8th Stage actually caught the killing trick of his perfect strongman. This is like an ant carrying an elephant. It's unbelievable.
The blue sword was stunned, and Wan Haoxiong was also taken aback by the fierceness. At the same time, the ecstasy of that expression was even more unstoppable in his heart. It wasn't until this moment that Wan Haoxiong realized that the Zijin Dragon Gun built for him by his baby son was a hundred times more powerful than he thought.
"Dog i! Wreck the people of Heaven Capital State and kill the soldiers of Heaven Capital State. Today, Lao Tzu makes you look good!"
The brave performance of the Zijin Dragon Gun gave Wan Haoxiong unparalleled confidence and fighting spirit.
A Zijin dragon gun, a thousand strong spirits, fluttering and flying, at first glance, like a pear flower that is dying in the wind, cold eyes, gorgeous, noble and penetrating!
One shot, all directions move. The power of the Zijin Dragon Gun, together with Wan Haoxiong's True Qi, erupted together and set off a series of offensives.
"Why doesn't it matter!" Unexpectedly, a 8th Stage Martial Practitioner, dare to show his fangs to himself, Qingjian only feels like he has been greatly insulted, full of anger. His wrist shook slightly, and a thin long sword immediately appeared in his palm.
This thin sword, like a jadeite carved in the whole body, is emerald green, extremely gorgeous, and aura is bi, so it is not an ordinary product at first glance.
The green sword is in hand, and the green sword is slantingly slanting, and the dust is flowing, and it is extremely flexible. Fly through the flying spears in the sky spears of Wan Haoxiong sacrifice, as if entering a land of no one!
What a subtle way to wait for this body style, Wan Haoxiong has never seen it before, and can't help but whisper.
Don't let him stretch his entire body True Qi to the extreme, the snow-white gun flowers flying all over the sky are dense, but even the slightest corner of the green sword can be touched.
One heart of Wan Haoxiong suddenly cooled down. He still thought it too naive. He wanted to take advantage of the purple and gold dragon gun to fight against the green sword. It was simply whimsical.
The blue sword ’s shape is so strange and unpredictable, even if the Zijin Dragon Gun is overbearing, no matter how powerful it is, what is the point?
If this Zijin Dragon Gun can really replace everything, why should Wan Dong bring Wan Youqi to bring him a good fairy tactic?
"Wan Haoxiong, come to life!" Wan Haoxiong's dense rainy sky spears were completely ignored by the green sword, as if only one step, the green sword reached the front of Wan Haoxiong. Jianguang, who gathered in the air into a horrible swordman of the thickness of a bucket, pierced straight to the heart of Wan Haoxiong.
Wan Haoxiong could not help but exclaimed, subconsciously blocking the Zijin Dragon Gun in front of his chest.
As if I felt that Wan Haoxiong was in danger, a burst of purple gas suddenly burst out from the purple gold dragon gun, and bursts of dragon chanted.
Boom!
A tremendous loud noise blasted, and the whole person of Wan Haoxiong seemed to be a baseball that had been pumped away, and flew backwards with spitting blood.
After seeing this scene, Wan Youqi screamed mournfully and greeted him in desperation.
What a heavy blow to the strong blow of the strong man? Wan Youqi is now desperate!
However, when Wan Youqi flew to Wan Haoxiong, and was about to lift him up to check his situation, Wan Haoxiong's burly body suddenly stood up.
"Big Brother, you ..."
Wan Youqi was taken aback. Looking at it carefully, although there were still blood on the corners of Wan Haoxiong ’s mouth, his face was not ugly or painful. His eyes were still bright and dignified, even blind people could see, Wan Haoxiong's injury was far less serious than she had imagined.
What's going on? Could it be that the blue sword is a silver-like pistol head, which is not useful?
Wan Youqi is confused, and Wan Haoxiong is also confused.
The sword released by Fang Caiqing's sword was indeed overbearing and powerful. Wan Haoxiong only felt that he was going to fall apart in this sword, but who knows, it will be the result.
"It's this gun's blame again!" While Wan Haoxiong and Wan Youqi were puzzled, Qing Jian's voice suddenly rang beside them.
Wan Haoxiong looked up and saw that Qing Jian did not know when, but he had reached three steps before him. As long as you reach out, you can put him to death with Wan Youqi! Wan Haoxiong's heart was stunned, and the strong man in this perfect state was by no means able to challenge him.
However, Qing Jian did not take the opportunity to take the lives of their brothers and sisters, but his eyes were fixed on the purple gold dragon gun in Wan Haoxiong's hands. His face had both doubts and strong interest.
"Hand over this gun, this seat can give your brothers and sisters a happy!" Qing Jian flashed a cold light in his eyes, said coldly.
This purple gold dragon gun was created by Wan Dong. For Wan Haoxiong, it is extremely precious. How can it be given to others casually?
Thinking about it or not, Wan Haoxiong yelled angrily: "Fuck your mother's fart, unless Laozi is dead!"
"Okay! You want to die, you are the one who succeeds!"
"Protection Marshal!" Seeing that the green sword was killing, Wan Youqi was furious, and suddenly reached out to push the Wan Haoxiong, and immediately sighed Dantian, with purple and gold swords in his hands, and a purple brilliance.
"Hahaha ... Even your brother is not my opponent, are you too self-controllable?" Seeing Wan Youqi shot at himself, Qingjian raised a burst of laughter, his face full of disdain and ridicule. color.
Wan Haoxiong was also taken aback, not waiting for his figure to stand firm, so he shouted, "Youqi, do n’t come back soon!" ---- by: dad856 | 55634 | 14402159->