Chapter 57 Variation

The true qi hit the sky of the sword shield, and disappeared invisibly. The true qi all over the sky was constantly intertwined, shooting out of the blade of the sword saint. The swordsman standing underground looked at AK, which was comparable to the AK of the previous life. And the bullet is more than ten times bigger. Thinking of their 72-way serial fingers, the sword clan feels comparable. With the naked eye, the unparalleled sword formula is more than twice as sharp as its own fingering.

"Enough." Looking at the thinning of the sky in front of him, he shouted loudly. After casting the sword and flat clothes, the long sword in his hand was cut, and the divine sword suddenly increased the sky again. The thickness increased a little at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, the swordsman stood in the air and the swords in their hands were intertwined, and countless swords bombed the ground from the air, as if they could not stop.

Looking at the battle in front of them, the sword clan has already lamented a little. After not seeing it for more than ten days, the casting of sword flat clothes is already the strength of the ninth level of Shuntian Realm, and the Xuanhun chasing jade fragments really can't imagine.

After the sharp shout of the sword in front of him, the sword saint did not stop at all. The blade shot by the weapons in the hands of the two people was still ruthless. After the loud shout of the sword in his sword, he seemed to be on the edge of rampage. In the dark night sky, there was a little shiny sword spirit, hitting the sword shield. At that time, it also brought a little light to the dark night like a candle in the night sky.

Under the light of the sword light, the sword clan's eyes firmly looked at the cast sword flat clothes not far ahead. When there were thousands of emotions in his heart, the sword clan also had constant contradictions in their hearts. It was impossible for the Empress and Wulin to explain whether to grab the cast sword flat clothes or not.

The turbid eyes were covered with a layer of purple and black, and a strange cold storm swept across the grassland. The swordsman shivered, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart. Why was it suddenly so cold? The swordsman thought of looking into the air, and a round of dance fell again. The true qi still shot at the divine sword shield as before, but the true qi seemed a little small, and the canopy formed by the divine sword shield was obviously slightly thin.

According to reason, the battle between the sword saint and the cast sword flat clothes will not produce a cold feeling in any case. After all, none of these three people is water attribute, and Muyan Fare Mi is still a fire attribute meridians. What's going on? The swordsman turned their heads to their uncle doubtfully.

The cold smell is getting stronger and stronger. The trend of soaring spreads endlessly along the whole grassland. The grass on the mountain also looked colder and colder, and the swordsmen who stood aside couldn't bear to take action couldn't help shivering.

Standing in the air, the knife king and the sword saint also felt this trace of cold. They stopped the sword dance that were constantly weaving, and the true spirit in the blade also stopped and stood in the air. The eyes of the sword saint of the sword flashed with questions and looked at the cast sword flat clothes, hoping to find the answer from this late-made man in the martial arts.

"Maybe we are in trouble." A trace of Qianli Chuanyin entered the ears of the sword clan and listened to Qianli Chuanyin. Although the latter was uneasy, he did not know what was going on in front of him. Is it?

The sword clan denied the idea when they thought of the Xuanhun chasing jade. After all, there are many people who know that the method of casting the sword flat clothes will be raised to the ninth floor of Shuntian Realm within ten days. Having such a speed means that the casting sword flat clothes has been used to chase jade. The cold in front of us has swept the top of Diefeng Mountain, and the swordsmen have even heard the hanging Muyan Beiji standing in the air standing coldly, and the sound makes people feel a little shudder.

The swordsman was speechless, but he didn't expect that the famous swordsman would be so afraid of cold. At this moment, a powerful true spirit rushed straight to the sword clan, and the sword clan that was thinking about was unprepared. At the critical moment, the true spirit rushed to the sword clan and stopped for no reason.

Longyang Canjun couldn't take action. Seeing that the golden true qi was about to hit the sword clan, he unexpectedly stopped in front of the sword clan. How could Longyang Canjun ignore it? While falling to the ground like a falling stone, Longyang Canjun's hand * swept, and the two true qi wanted to collide, and the strong blade directly put The golden true spirit spreads into two sections.

The swordsman woke up and looked at Longyang Canjun gratefully. There was a generous smile on the latter's face: "Sometimes, you can't think of anything else."

"Hmm." The swordsman's answer was his own answer. The opposite cast sword flat clothes were caged in his left hand, and the golden true anger suddenly retreated: "Nephew, I didn't kill you just now. I gave your forehead face, and I won't be so soft in the future."

The swordsman nodded gratefully to the cast sword flat clothes, and just spit out two words: "Thank you."

Muyan's farewell girl fell down: "Cast a sword and flat clothes, don't pretend to be benevolent here. When you failed to pursue someone else's mother, you turned to pursue her aunt. I don't know if I'm wrong." As soon as Muyan's farewell girl said this, it was instantly shocking for the sword clan. It is like thunder, and there is no difference.

The sword clan looked at the cast sword flat clothes in the distance in horror. The latter looked at the sword clan disdainfully: "If it hadn't been for him, maybe there would have been no such evil in the world."

"Evil seed." Listening to this word that has not been heard for many years, the swordsman's hands are tightly clenched, their hands can't help shaking, and the excitement in their hearts can be imagined. Longyang Canjun sensed the strangeness of the sword clan. He grabbed the sword clan and whispered, "Don't be excited."

The swordsman struggled slightly to break free from Longyang Canjun's hand, and the latter said earnestly, "Anyway? He must be solved by us. After all, your mother won't want you to kill him with your own hands.

Listening to Longyang Canjun's words, Zhu Jian Pingyi's face raised a trace of disgust: "Can you also kill me?" After casting the sword and flat clothes, a sword pointed to Longyang Canjun: "I let you taste what is called the tenth floor of Shuntian Realm." After casting the sword and flat clothes, he threw the long sword, and the infinite sword spirit flew out of the tip of the sword and directly bombarded Longyang Canjun.

The swordsman and the swordsman threw the blades into the sky together. The two formed their own seals with their hands. A strong sword spirit directly held the blade and controlled the blade to meet them. The golden sword spirit collided with the strength of the two swordsman. For a while, the earth flew and the strong wind shook.

With the spirit of the sword, the sword clan is confident that they can't reach it, but at this time, the sword clan has decided not to stand by and watch, "evil seed." It's true that no one has dared to abuse themselves like this for many years. No matter in the past and present life, even when they were in Jimo Villa, those people abused themselves behind their backs, and now their cousins actually insulted themselves in front of them. No matter what, they can't swallow these evil breaths.

At the foot of the swordsman, he bounced into the air and did not stay too much in the air. The cold blade in his hand, with the scabbard, directly points to the casting sword flat clothes, and a cold spirit shot out of the scabbard. At this time, the two nine floors of Shuntianjing and the cast sword plain clothes in the field have been temporarily equal. Just looking at the three truths that can't hold each other, it is clear at a glance.

The cold air burst out like a meteor shot at the cast sword flat clothes. The sword clan followed and jumped to the place of the four arms in front of the cast sword flat clothes. As soon as the sword clan landed, the cast sword flat clothes waved back with their left hand, and a kind of true anger rushed to it. At the same time, the feet of the cast sword flat clothes fluttered, and unexpectedly withdrew abnormally in one breath. A hundred arms away.

Daojun suddenly felt pain, the gap, and the living gap. He flew a hundred arms away in one breath. Daojun felt that his heart was really hit, but now he didn't seem to have this time to think about these things. Longyang Canjun's thoughts passed by, and he pointed directly in his hand * without letting him directly. Cast a sword and flat clothes. Muyan Farewell Ji next to her also rushed up without any fear.

The lightning blade directly scratched the short whiskers of the cast sword flat clothes, and several very short beards fell from the air. At this time, the sword clan turned around in the air two times in a row, and the cold blade with the scabbard to the right ear of the cast sword flat clothes.

Casting swords and flat clothes gritted their teeth and shouted: "It's up to you." The speed of the cast sword flat coat that completely ripped off the face seemed to be faster. The tip of the scabbard swept close to the ear tip of the cast sword flat coat, and a long sleeve flew out, directly blocking the direction of the cold blade of the sword clan.

The scabbard of the ice blade hit the round sleeve robe, and the strong and strange true spirit came from the ice blade. The sword clan waved its sword and flashed back, and it was still shaken back several arms.

At this time, the long sword in the hand of the cast sword flat clothes came out two swords in a row, which was extremely light to block the attack of the sword saint. The corners of the mouth of the cast sword flat clothes rose up, and a sadistic smile appeared from his face: "Do you think the ten layers of the realm of the sky are as simple as you imagine?"

The sword clan, Daojun and other three people were like dead ashes. They didn't expect that the three people would jump directly to the tenth floor of the realm of Shuntian in an instant. The long sword in the hand of Zhu Jian Pingyi swirled and said arrogantly, "Come on, three people come and hit me."

"Evil beast." A fierce shout came out of the blade of the ice, and the sound had not faded in the air. A white fog floated out of the air. The white fog slowly condensed, and a decent cast sword seal stood flat in the air.

"Is this?" The two swordsmen looked at the strong man in front of them in horror and looked at the sword clan. Facing the two people in front of them, the sword clan did not dare to pretend to be 13 at this time. They were helplessly cowardly: "The ancestral sword spirit of the sword mountain villa, cast the sword Zhangping."

"See the seniors, the names of the predecessors, and the younger generation have admired them for a long time." Mu Yan said goodbye to her face with admiration.

Zhang Ping did not look back. The white fog condensed head stared straight at the cast sword flat clothes. The latter looked at the ancestors in front of him in shock, and a voice full of fear came out from the mouth of the cast sword flat clothes: "The descendants cast sword flat clothes to see their ancestors."