Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1104: Let them fight with me

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The young man who raises spirits also looked solemn, facing a person who has mastered the eternal realm of kendo, even if her strength is suppressed by the lower sage, it is not so easy to deal with. The young man stabbed with a sword. There was another change suddenly in the middle, shaking out dozens of blood-colored ray of death rules sword flowers, in order to resist the eternal power of kendo.

"Pengpongpeng~~~"

The sword flower collided with the torrent of kendo, and a loud noise erupted. This spirit-raising boy was very smart, and he could leave immediately. The first move was just to test Dongfang Rong’s strength. The sword intent turned and the whole person volleyed again. When the attack arrived, the long sword hummed and hummed, bursting into the sky with the rule of death will, and even faintly saw a ghost magic phase holding the sword blade, smashing into Dongfang Rong below.

Dongfang Rong gave a light scream, raised her hand and used the eternal power of the sword again. For a while, the rules around her body, countless torrents surging, actually formed a terrifying sword intent storm swept away, let the young man of the soul The sword could never penetrate.

With so many repetitions, the Young Soul Cultivator failed to break Dongfang Rong's defense with dozens of strokes, and Dongfang Rong seemed to be afraid of the powerful force of death rules and did not dare to act rashly.

I frowned and spoke to Shentengshu, "In this way, Dongfang Rong will be defeated."

"That's right."

The voice of the sacred vine tree came into my ears like a thread: "I take a good look at Xiaoxuan. Mastering the eternal power of kendo does not mean that the world is invincible. In this case, it also ends in a disastrous defeat." /

"Should we not make a move?"

"You can take action, but it is a humiliation to her. The battle of the titled saint of the Dongfang family can not allow others to interfere, and it is also a cause and effect. Xiaoxuan, you have mastered the fire of the world. It’s only right to read some true meaning in the fire. The world is rolling, how much can the practitioner intervene?"

"Hmm."

While speaking, Dongfang Rong continuously used the power of the eternal torrent of swordsmanship, which directly caused the holy power to become empty. The eternal swordsmanship was very consuming rules and holy power. Moreover, she was suppressed in the realm of the lower saints at this time, of course, she could not do what she wanted. The torrent of swordsmanship was used, but the young man who raised the spirit became stronger as he fought. Finally, the force of the rule of death exploded with a sword, and Dongfang Rong shook back.

"Puff..."

Dongfang Rong spit out blood and was already injured.

The young man who raised the soul looked scornful and arrogant, and said: "This grandma, you seem to forget that this is the void vortex, it belongs to my battlefield. You only opened up the twenty-nine holy veins and the eightfold sea of ​​qi. With such a background, dare to use Kendo forever as an enemy to me? Now, since you are defeated, you will die!"

"Whh~~~"

The power skyrocketed, and the young man's sword set off thousands of epee wave waves, billowing endlessly, directly submerging Dongfang Rong’s body, and saw that the titled saint’s body, Tiangang, was broken for the first time. There were dense sword-scar wounds on his body, and blood splashed, volleyed in the graveyard below.

"Don't..."

Dongfang Wan shot directly, and the long sword attacked the young man. The swordsmanship was extremely fierce. With a "pouch", it directly penetrated the young man's eyebrows and crushed his entire head.

"Huh!"

Seeing the tragic death of a young man who raises spirits, Confucianism sneered and said: "This person is too underestimated, and he didn't watch out for the attack of others. He died well and deserves no mercy. However, Dongfang Wan, there is no turn. When you reach you, you dare to do it, do you take the old man too seriously? Mozun, do it."

"..."

Silentlessly, the figure of the demon lord descended from the sky, his palms opened, and the blood flow of the **** magic path swirled, and suddenly landed on the head of the badly injured Dongfang Rong. There was a loud "poof", and his palms were suddenly strong. Below, the poor Dongfang Rong was shattered without saying a word, and his flesh and blood fell into the cemetery as a rain of blood.

So cruel!

I took a deep breath, frowning, and the demon lord’s sneak attack far exceeded our expectations. I brazenly shot it, causing a titled sword saint to fall into exile. Everything happened before my eyes. The feeling that shocked the soul was beyond words. The death of Dongfang Rong was a serious blow to our morale.

……

"Next."

Ru Zun's eyes were cold, and said: "Painting Saint Xu Hu, I heard that you are good at painting. In that case, would you like to enlighten me and discuss with these untalented disciples of the old man?"

Xu Hu frowned, holding a brush with glittering spiritual lines in his hand, and said: "So, very good!"

"Very good."

After Confucianism gave a look, one of the dozens of young soul-raising youths stepped out of the sky, holding a blazing battle axe, full of a very strong aura of death rules, and his body is also very tall. He was close to two meters high, and his body was covered with lumpy, strong muscles. The physical strength was amazing. I am afraid it was close to the point where the flesh was sanctified, and the overflowing breath was also a middle-ranked saint, which was very impressive.

On the other hand, Xu Hu, he was just a thin old man, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and he appeared to be in sharp contrast with the strong young man.

"I killed you!"

The young man’s eyes were full of evil brilliance. He lifted his foot and crushed the rules of space for several meters. The battle axe in his hand was lifted like a mountain, and at least eight thousand spiritual patterns flashed together. This is A battle axe close to the divine weapon, powerfully powerful, full of the power of the rules of death, and with a fancy-free blow, it smashed into the painting saint.

Xu Hu’s eyes were cold, and with a wave of the paintbrush in his hand, a picture of a peerless landscape bloomed in front of him. Flowers, birds, insects and fish appeared one by one, bursting out with a very strong breath of life. The axe slammed together, and the seemingly weak flowers, birds, insects, and fish were surprisingly powerful, forcibly shaking the young man's axe back.

"Come again!"

The young man’s face was full of warfare, and his personality was the same as the practice method, full of fierce vigor, and the roar of battle axe, turning into a terrifying axe light dozens of feet high, once again struck the painter.

Xu Hu’s old face was full of dignity, and the brush was continuously waved, and suddenly a picture of "the vicissitudes of life" spread out in the sky, the Cangshan towers, the blue sea boundless, and the turbulent atmosphere jumped on the paper, as if a whole ocean The water was poured out and fought with the axe of the young man.

"Peng——"

The world is turbulent, the paintings of the saint are broken one by one, and the young man's axe is also shaken to powder.

In the third blow, the battle axe in the young man's hand became even more fierce, soaring up into the sky, engulfing the thousands of death clouds in the air and attacking Xu Hu, the painting saint.

The painting saint once again unfolds a picture scroll, which is inextricably linked with the youth killing.

The battle between good and evil is fierce.

My heart was full of shock, and I whispered softly: "The cultivation base of the painting sage is wonderful, but the realm is suppressed by the lower sage. If... if the painting sage falls, it is equivalent to the collapse of the upper realm. It’s a pity..."

Dongfang faintly said: "Xiaoxuan, we all know that this is an unfair decisive battle, but now that I have entered the land of exile and set the game for me, there is nothing but breaking the game at all costs. Choose, today, no matter who of us can go out alive, we must make everything that happened here public, and let the billions of lives in the upper realm know these things."

"Hmm!"

After hundreds of moves, although the power of the painting rules of the painting saint Xu Hu has dropped to a trough, the young man who raises the spirit is as tired and panting. At the moment when he relaxes, Xu Hu has a scroll in his hand, which suddenly turns into Kuang Lan Luan Yue crushed the young man, the battle axe crashed into the rock formation with a "knock", but the young man's body was already shattered.

"Huh, what a waste!"

Ru Zun said coldly: "One more."

"I am coming!"

A sword pillar burst out from the body of another soul-raising young man, and he has entered the realm of Jianxin Unity. A surprise attack came to Xu Hu, and the sword light cut out while Xu Hu recovered his breath. , With a "puff", Xu Hu's chest was cut open, blood and blood, and then the young man pierced Xu Hu's eyebrows with a finger, and the dignified painting saint was abruptly killed by a sword!

"Peng~~"

The dust was all over the sky, Xu Hu's body smashed into the rock wall, and many broken rocks were smashed. Many people were shocked. The spirit-raising young man was cruel and pierced through the void with a sword to crush Xu Hu's corpse.

"Asshole!"

I urged the power of space rules almost instantly, and my figure came to Xu Hu's body in an instant. The fairy bone sword made a backhand sword, and the white deer's magic face turned across the sky. He shook the young man's sword back in unconscious consternation. A cry: "Boy, who are you, I want you to be nosy."

I ignored him and fell on Xu Hu's side. He still had a breath of breath. As soon as I quickly entered the holy energy, his blood-stained palm grabbed my palm.

"Senior..."

Xu Hu's eyebrows are constantly splitting, panting, and his eyes are full of unwillingness and anger. He looked at me so deeply and said: "Zhu Xie...Xiao Xuan, Zhu Xie..." /

My nose was sore, tears almost burst into my eyes: "I will, punish evil!"

Xu Hu no longer moved, and the inscriptions on the Holy Road's seal all over his body shattered one by one, and his body was actually like an ancient rock formation. It was blown by the wind, scattered with the wind, and suddenly weathered.

"Hey, you haven't told me yet, who you are, you won't kill nameless ghosts under the sword."

Behind him, the young man said in a cold voice.

……

Turning around abruptly, I looked at him, my heart burst into flames, and the whole body seemed to be like a stove burning up in an instant, thousands of kendo rules burst, time clouds flowed, and the surrounding space suddenly It's just stagnant. When I appeared in front of the young man, he was caught off guard. The fairy bone sword burst out with blazing brilliance, dozens of time scales bloomed, and he directly used the unique knowledge-time scale cut!

"Puff!"

A complete physical body was instantly torn apart in the sword aura and turned into a cloud of blood.

My palm trembled slightly, I looked up at Ru Zun, and said, "Don’t you want your'children' to sharpen it? I am a lower-level swordsman, come on, don’t bully me based on realm and rules The master of the upper world, let them-fight with me!"