Undefeated God of War: Sect 462 The moving sword vortex
... fighting ...
The faint voice is like whispering in the wind.
The shivering body, carrying a puppet, took a small step forward, and the figure in the center of the storm was a puppet.
The sword and vortex trembled as if the rain had gone, like a high pile of blocks, suddenly received a shock, a tremor, and it might collapse suddenly at any time. Standing in the close Jing Hao, I can see the most distinct, countless swordsman flowing down like layers of avalanche, carrying the screaming Jianxiao.
What the **** ... what do you want to do?
Jing Hao is like a stormy sea.
Boom Boom.
The Sword Vortex storms like a drunk, and moves slowly in one direction.
Jing Hao is dumbfounded, this thing will move ...
This, this ... Is it really the sword vortex soul quenching method?
He was stunned. He knew the sword vortex soul-killer very well. As a swordsman, he knew quite a lot about various sword genres. ? He not only knew, but also studied for a period of time, determined to create his own martial arts, he was full of interest in any extreme skills in swordsmanship.
The Sword Vortex Soul-hardening method has never been heard before and can be moved ... This thing has always been Martial Spirit quenching ... It is not used to run around after drinking ...
It took about a few minutes before Jing Hao returned from shock. Well, anything that has something to do with Tang Tian is really strange if it hasn't become unrecognizable, and it hasn't become strange and perverted!
The value of this guy's existence is probably to make this world less normal.
But ... don't worry!
Jing Hao flashed a dignity in his eyes, carrying a sword in his hand, shaped like a wind, and following the moving sword vortex storm.
The three Saint level experts on the hillside are dumbfounded.
"Is it coming for us?" Dou Yong said dumbly.
"It seems so." He Yuming looked dull.
Bai Sisi stared at the rolling Sword Vortex storming, and then spit out a sentence: "What kind of monster is this guy?"
This sentence goes to the hearts of the other two.
The Sword Vortex Storm is so huge, it's banging, and it's extremely terrifying. Even if the three have stepped into Saint level expert, but before such terrible power, they also feel trembling.
This is the true power of the world ...
"What should I do?" Dou Yong asked very simply, "This monster must be for us!"
"Run!" He Yuming said simply.
"Let's go!" Bai Sisi made a clear cut.
Dou Yong looked at the two of them: "Let's be a bit embarrassing like this, anyway, we are also Saint level expert!"
"Will you try it first?" He Yuming's eyes were full of encouragement.
Bai Sisi's beautiful eyes also looked at Dou Yong.
"Run!" Dou Yong simply turned around and ran.
The three men ran fast, and the speed was fast, but behind them the speed of the sword vortex like drunk speeded up.
The pressure on the three has increased sharply.
"Sisi, use the piano!" He Yuming shouted.
Bai Sisi suddenly realized that he quickly took out his Bai Yuqin, regardless of the image, held it in his arms with one hand, and slid his fingers across the strings.
Oh!
Qin Yin seems to be soothing, and the whole world seems to be calm. This is [Anthrac]! This is Bai Sisi's famous song. It is the song that she created by combining Brahman singing and soul fixation.
Even the violent 9-Step Star Spirit Beasts, sleep peacefully under one song.
Abominable ... Sword Vortex Storm is chasing faster!
As soon as Bai Sisi gritted his teeth, the sound of the piano changed. [An Si Qu], which had just been quiet, became beautiful and seductive in a moment, making people feel bloody, referring to [天 女 姹 唱] and created by [天 女 天 唱], The most confusing, illusions.
Even if it's Gold martial artist, under this song, Bloodline will be the best, the heart will be awesome, and the other will be dead!
Abominable ... The Sword Vortex Storm Speeds Up Again!
Three people can already feel the storm vortex composed of countless swordsman behind them. They are cutting the air frantically. The power is Saint level expert. They also feel cold.
"Run separately!" He Yuming exclaimed.
The three separated suddenly and flew in three directions.
The three obviously felt a pause behind the Sword Vortex storm behind them, haha, see what to do next! The three breathed a sigh of relief, and then the sword vortex paused for only one second, and they chased He Yuming in the middle without hesitation!
He Yuming's face turned white, his scalp was numb, and now he can no longer take care of his chic and romantic image, urging True Force in his whole body, spreading his feet, and running wildly.
Seeing that He Yuming led away the Sword Vortex storm, disappeared on the horizon, and flew out of the distance, Dou Yong and Bai Sisi returned to the original road.
"Why would he die?" Bai Sisi was a little worried.
"I will give him a fragrance!" Dou Yongxin swore.
Bai Sisi's expression stopped.
"You want to save him?" Dou Yong asked when he saw it.
Bai Sisi shook her head: "No, I was thinking of how to perfume him."
The two were speechless.
The wind blows, and they both feel a chill.
Dou Yong looked at the desolate wilderness and suddenly said, "I have a bad feeling."
Bai Sisi is silent.
"Your Majesty's decision may be wrong." Dou Yong said to himself: "I have never seen such a weird guy. I wonder if Tang Tian is not dead this time, will it become Guys like Lion King Lei Ang. "
"It is possible." Bai Sisi said: "If Tang Tian is not dead under such a strong sword and vortex storm, his Martial Spirit will surely be tempered to an extremely terrible level. He stepped into Saint level expert, it was only a matter of time, It will be fast. And once he enters Saint level expert, he is far more powerful than others Martial Spirit, which will make him even more scary. "
Dou Yong glanced at Bai Sisi, with some surprises. Bai Sisi's personality was cold and cold. This was the first time Dou Yong heard her say so many words in one breath.
But Bai Sisi's words made him silent.
After a moment, he looks up at Bai Sisi: "What shall we do?"
The two are silent again.
If Tang Tian is not dead, then Cetus Constellation will inevitably fail. Although they are Saint level expert, this does not mean that they do not need to think about the future. Win the victory and forgive each other's previous behaviors. Such a style of the king is only in the book, and more heroes like to do accounts after the fall. There were three Saint level experts that caused considerable casualties to Leon's Army. After the defeat, the three Saint level expert wanted to flee, and they were killed by Leon by sending Army directly.
WSaint level expert is a very small number of lonely widows. Most Saint level expert have families behind them. Even if there is no family, there are disciples who inherit the mantle.
The wind seems to be getting colder.
Three-Spirits City.
The battle in the corner shocked everyone, everyone was shocked by the strength of Wen Jiang. Twenty high-ranking martial artist besieged Wenjiang, and Wenjiang still seemed to be at ease.
The seemingly ordinary Martial Techniques in Wenjiang's hands are amazing.
Twenty people, there is nothing they can do about Nawenjiang. Many mechanical martial artists in training are ready to support, but soon, everyone receives the above command and is not allowed to shoot!
This command made them feel weird, but they still stood and watched.
Tang Chou is in an excellent position. You can see every detail of the battlefield. His eyes are amazed by the light, and he is fully absorbed.
Saint level expert is constantly being deconstructed and analyzed in his eyes. Every confrontation on the battlefield, every detail, was dismembered into data in his mind.
The fancy and shocking attacks, like the clothes stripped off layer by layer, became the most primitive state in his eyes.
The blank paper in front of him is full of various patterns, and each corner is filled with text.
Fantastic eyes, writing frantically, a sheet of paper full of graphics and text, constantly completed under the pen of Tang Chou.
Mo Di appeared silently behind Tang Chou without disturbing him.
Tang Chou stopped suddenly, lost the pen in his hand, and asked without looking back, "how did you come?"
"It's over?" Mo Di asked.
"Well, it's over." Tang Chou stretched a laziness, and her strange eyes returned to coldness: "The data obtained this time is very sufficient, I need to study it carefully."
"Are you revenge with Saint level expert?" Mo Di chuckled, his smile is always so refreshing.
"I am destined to become Spirit General of famous general, Saint level expert is the object of my restraint." Tang Chou then reminded: "You must be vigilant, we will make Honorable Martial Alliance so embarrassed, they will certainly try to deal with us. Such a good opportunity, They should not miss it. "
As soon as the Tang Chou's voice fell, there was a fierce fighting sound from the other direction of the base.
"Augly is like a god." Mo Di admired.
"Although I don't want to bother you, but this time, we need time." Tang Chou coldly: "You better do a good job, to deter Xiao Xiao."
Mo Di gently advised: "Your murderous power is too heavy."
"I will succeed at the end of my life. If I want to be famous general, how can I not kill?" Tang Chou said without raising his head. He was filling a table full of manuscripts: "I will not only kill but also kill a lot People. "
Mo Di smiled helplessly and drifted away.
Tang Chou This promotion, her character is more paranoid and determined, and she is more exposed than before. And Tang Chou is right, everyone's path is different.
He flew up to the highest tower of the base, and the whole base had a panoramic view. He rubbed the bright copper flute in his hand, and his gentle eyes were deep and peaceful.
I didn't expect that for so many years after my death, I had a chance to become stronger.
Destiny is impermanent.
The wind blows on his face, blowing his long hair and clothes.
The boy is picturesque, standing against the wind, and flying in white.
Those vague memories come to mind, with emotion and sigh, come out from the years of precipitation.
Or as then, or as then, singing in love, a time of love.
Today, today, independent in the wind, play the seventh kill.
Hush, his son converges, his eyebrows narrow, and the copper flute lies on his lips.