The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 252: Sunrise Oriental

This bottom-up rain of swords almost instantly killed more than 30 Zhenguo immortals who were invited to the altar by Li Yang in the blink of an eye. [No pop-up novel network]

However, the sword formation near the Qintian Supervisor still quickly lifted into the sky. A sword was a raindrop, and the dense sword tips pointed at the Qintian Supervisor at the same time, and the Qintian Supervisor was virtually transformed into a trapped beast cage.

The temple civil servants, who are pointed out by thousands of husbands, may die without disease. A general on the battlefield, facing ten thousand arrows, most of them will become a hedgehog, and the total will not be very good. Then now ten thousand swords are hovering, ready to go, presumably the immortal pointed by countless swords will not taste too good. Feel good.

On a high wall about one mile away from the Qintian Supervisor, two spectators sat swayingly, one in white as snow and the other in a bright red robe. The man in white sat on the wall with one leg bent and one Hanging his legs on the wall, his wrist was tied with a red rope, he took a sip of wine, and then laughed softly: "Peach Flower Sword God, this trick is not like the heavy rain at the gate of Dunhuang. , My way of welcoming guests?"

The named Deng Tai'a finally appeared, standing not far from Luoyang in white clothes, and nodded, "It's a bit like, but the momentum is bigger than yours."

The former No. 1 demon of Beimang, or the current leader of the Lushan Mountain, Luoyang stared at the battlefield in the distance, which was unprecedented in the past. , I have seen a lot of ascended people, and many banished immortals. The doorway inside is also a little known. Sixty-odd Dragon and Tiger Mountain ancestors descended together, restricted by the heavenly path, and most of them are nothing but the physique of the world's diamond realm. He pointed to the Profound Realm Qi, succumbing to the many kinds of immortal Profound Tongs in his hand that had a lot of discounts, and he looked like a land immortal, a paper tiger, scary, but not a killer. But the one in the middle of the station Those seven or eight, even if their cultivation bases are attenuated, they are at least in the realm of celestial phenomena and should not be underestimated, especially the three great real people in the middle, are they all Taoist saints?"

Deng Tai'a stretched one hand on her chest and rubbed her chin with the other, "The one who carried the sword was the first ancestor of Longhushan, and the one wearing a lotus on his head should be the first true protector of the country in the Liyang Dynasty, the Zijinlian of the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Chi, it is said that it was created in his hands, and the one who rides the white deer is considered Qi Xuanzhen's uncle by seniority. They are all big and famous people. If they are soaring and have not yet entered the gate of heaven, they will be amazing, Zheng'er. The transcendental sanctification of the Eight Classics, now, that is, the ordinary land immortal, loses in the lack of physical strength, wins in the realization of heaven... Well, now that he is in the world, especially facing that kid, this is not an advantage. "

Suddenly, there is another blue shirt. Only in terms of her demeanor, the peach flower sword **** who is not surprising is really worse than this one, even if the latter is already double temple Xueshuang, But Deng Tai'a stood with him. One was like a villager, and the other was a celebrity talker. People are more popular than others. It's no wonder that Deng Tai's apprentices want him, a master who is inherently incompetent, to ride a donkey every time. To chant poems and make the right. The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi paid attention to the movement of the Qin Tianjian, and said with emotion: "Deng Tai'a, Luoyang, facing more than 60 first-grade realms, and three of them are sitting in town, putting themselves in place, what do you think? "

Deng Tai'a thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "It's soft to kill, maybe you need to change several swords, and you can't kill it."

Luoyang smiled, "It's not easy to kill, and it's not easy to escape."

For some reason, Cao Changqing, the big official who still did not leave the capital and returned to Guangling, looked helpless.

Luoyang seemed to ask casually: "Deng Tai A, after Li Chungang borrowed the sword, will you really hold the sword on that day?"

Dame Deng said indifferently: "Even if there is, it is not today. The friendship between me and that boy has long been used up. Don't think of me to intervene this time."

Cao Changqing said solemnly: "It's started!"

A huge semicircle enveloped the sword formation of the Qintian Supervisor, and thousands of swords were sent out.

The fairy riding deer gently lifted the rein, and the white deer under the seat gently took a step forward.

When the white deer hoof stepped on, like throwing a boulder into a small lake, a magnificent ripple spread out instantly.

It's like hearing the heavens.

The momentum of the flying sword was immediately stagnant, but the flying sword was too fast, and the momentum was violent. It only slowed down and continued to advance.

The second hoof of the White Deer landed again and again, and the majestic aura spread rapidly again.

Feijian was blocked again.

With the earth as the clock, every time the fairy white deer stepped forward, it was a violent ringing of the clock with the mighty sound of the fairy.

When Bai Lu left the gate of Qintian Supervisor for thirty steps, the flying sword that covered the sky and obscured the sun like a swarm of locusts had begun to flew slowly and swept slowly.

The more than one thousand cavalry on both sides of the street raised their swords to meet the enemy, and the densely packed flying swords were suffocating. Although the speed slowed down a lot, they continued to fall in a slow but unstoppable arrogant posture. .

The common saying of the world has gods.

Now there is a flying sword three feet above it.

There are several iron knights who don't believe in evil, and don't want to wait for death. They leaped high from their horsebacks and slashed at those flying swords.

The sword is like drawing a knife to cut the water, and it seems to be easy to split the water surface. The flying sword is undamaged, but the flying swords that have been struck by the iron cavalry sword, as if being drawn, are the first to leave the sword formation, and disappear in a flash.

The next moment the six iron knights passed by as if they encountered a bed crossbow and were nailed to the ground from the air. There was no substantial flying sword on the corpse, but a fist-sized blood hole appeared on each of their bodies. .

Finding a dead end.

A cavalry commander who saw a bad chance shouted angrily: "Dismount! Without a military order, no swords are allowed!"

The heavy cavalry turned over and fell off their horses one after another, keeping as far away as possible from those flying swords.

The fairy riding the white deer waved his sleeves casually, and saw a purple nasturtium flower bud blooming on the heads of all Ma Jia Zhongqi and Li Jiajia.

As if the two armies were facing each other on the battlefield, and neither side dared to act rashly, the flying sword finally came to a complete standstill, hovering motionless in the air.

The fairy raised one hand at the same time, spread his five fingers and grabbed it in the air, and whispered softly: "Five Sacred Mountains, listen to my edict!"

A towering mountain rises at the feet of Xu Fengnian, supporting him to rise high. There are four immortal mountains rising up in the surrounding area, each with its magnificent and dangerous appearance.

Xu Fengnian took off the cold knife in its sheath, squeezed the knife on the ground, folded both hands on the handle of the knife, and gently pressed it down.

Not only has it stopped the rising momentum of the mountains below, the Sifang Mountains have also begun to falter.

Beiliang's blade does not move for wind and thunder, and does not retreat for rain and snow.

On the vast territory of Liyang, there are five towering mountains standing on the land of the Central Plains. As long as the Taoist temple built on the mountain, regardless of size, all the incense inserted in the incense burner, whether inside or outside the house, are extinguished at the same time, and previously lit The smoke began to spin and shake.

At the same time, four immortals swooped out from the gate of the Qintian Supervisor and separated the tops of the "Four Sacred Mountains", each offering a wooden, bronze, jade and gold seal, and the buttons were respectively Blue Dragon White Tiger Suzaku basalt.

Xu Fengnian glanced at the fairy who was proud of the top of Xiyue with a weird expression. He just took a light look, and the fairy, Fayin and the mountain all turned into powder together.

The old Taoist man with a lotus crown, who always stood by and looked up at the western sky, sighed as if he had mixed feelings.

Xu Fengnian took advantage of the victory and pressed the handle of the knife heavily.

In that scene, it was like "Lu Shen in the Central Plains" who had been muttering in the mouth of Li Yang's reading seeds for twenty years.

After the rainbow of the Xiyue immortal symbolizing Taoism exploded, the immortals of the other three mountains smashed to pieces.

Xu Fengnian slowly fell back to the ground, when the apex of the cool sword scabbard touched the ground.

The top of the Wuyue Mountain, regardless of whether it is cloudy or sunny, there was a burst of thunder.

This is where the real mortals suffer when the gods fight.

The flying sword that had been stationary in the sky suddenly accelerated.

The fairy riding deer snorted coldly and pulled the reins. The lingering white deer raised its front legs high and stepped on the ground suddenly.

Countless flying swords stopped the forward thrust again, but this time, the blade trembled crazily and buzzed.

The purple golden lotus, which invisibly sheltered everyone, withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the soldiers shrank their necks subconsciously, sweating on their faces, and swallowed while looking at the flying swords that were close at hand.

The Bailu fairy suddenly disappeared.

A ray of rainbow light broke into the heavy cavalry cavalry pawn, and then the cavalry went out and charged very suddenly, as fast as thunder!

In a flash, he rushed to Xu Fengnian's side.

Xu Fengnian just lifted the scabbard and pointed, and the golden armored knight shattered suddenly, and the afterimage of the golden armor disappeared a few steps away from Xu Fengnian's side. Xu Fengnian didn't move, his sleeves moved slightly.

The rainbow light suddenly turned into two golden lights. With the golden knight as the center, it made two arcs to the left and right and crashed into the two streets and two rides.

The two horses began to sprint.

Xu Fengnian retracted the scabbard, and before the two riders rushed to within ten steps, the head of the golden armored knight was pierced by a feather arrow, and died instantly.

The two golden lights were divided into two, and the four heavy cavalry began to die generously.

Xu Fengnian's spirit flying swords that had resisted Qi Jiajie's sword at that time were all present, and now the flying sword that broke the enemy was the box of pocket flying swords that Deng Tai'a gifted on the shore of the East China Sea. After the battle with Han Sheng declared his death, several handles were destroyed. In the past two years, Xu Fengnian quietly filled up those twelve-handled flying swords that were perfectly satisfactory.

Xuanjia childhood sweethearts, morning dew spring peach blossoms, crested scuttles, yellow tungsten, and mayfly witch hazel.

On the general stage, the hero will be called.

The four golden armored riders hit the stones with pebbles.

The golden eight riders are here again.

Eight horses died in battle, and sixteen horses came surging.

Xu Fengnian's twelve swords rise from the thunder pond.

Golden armor and iron cavalry, will never stop without breaking the thunder pool.

In the distance, Deng Tai'a smiled undisguisedly, and said: "This time I learned from me."

Luoyang didn't have a good air: "Fancy."

Taia Deng raised her eyebrows, "It's simply beautiful and practical, so don't talk against your will?"

Cao Changqing listened to the two great masters who were among the fourteen Wu critics bickering there, a little bit funny, and said, "What's so controversial?"

At both ends of the street, there were no less than two hundred riders, and the densely packed golden armored knights began to charge their guns collectively.

The large golden light that greets you, makes people feel like they are in a majestic heaven.

Even if it is a mile away, Cao Changqing, who is illuminated with a golden face, narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Resisting the immortal Tianwei with one person's power is no worse than the Beiliang iron cavalry resisting the emperor's decree. It's a pity, Except for a few of us, not many people are fortunate enough to see this scene."

Deng Tai'a nodded in agreement and said: "I want to see others challenge Wang Xianzhi in Wudi City~IndoMTL.com~ or people look at me at Deng Tai'a Deng Tower, and I feel a little overshadowed."

The twelve flying swords, like a copper wall and iron wall, cannot be shaken by thousands of troops.

More than two hundred celestial soldiers in golden armor were outside the wall, smashed into pieces one by one, violently and without fear of death, the dense thunder was endless, gathering together, there is really a kind of people on earth who heard the thunder in the sky. Illusion.

Many martial arts masters who paid close attention to the movements of Qin Tianjian had to retreat. It's not that no one wanted to insist on not retreating, but these masters were shocked to find that they began to bleed from the seven orifices.

Only a few masters, Wu Jian, the ancestor of Wu's sword mound, and Chai Qingshan of Dongyue Jianchi, can continue to persist.

Following that scene, it stirred people's hearts. More than four hundred immortal soldiers on the golden armor launched a charge from the left and right sides to the young vassal king outside the gate of Qin Tianjian.

The light is dazzling, almost like sunrise in the East China Sea.

A round of red sun began at Qin Tianjian.

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