Chapter 962 Mandala Killing Swordsmanship

After three or four minutes of shock, Xing Yu and six other people restrained their minds slightly and reluctantly stopped thinking about these things.

It seems to see what everyone is thinking at this moment. Lizu's imaginary shadow glanced at everyone casually, and then said again, "The peak won, successfully accumulated 10,000 pearls, and had a great opportunity. You also have this opportunity. However, you must kill your opponent. You can not only get the great benefits, but also become the inheritor of the world, above the peak of the divine world, free heaven and earth, invincible heaven and earth!"

Hearing what he said, everyone once again remembered the unique inheritance and the 2,999 super mythical beasts. Compared with these amazing opportunities, the benefits obtained by Gao Feng are nothing.

"Unless inheritance, ten into five, the third game, Xing Yu vs. Huangpu Sword!"

xiu xiu.....

With the opening of the virtual shadow of the Lizu, the names of Xing Yu and Huang Pujian suddenly rose, and then their bodies were suddenly captured by a great force, and a flash came to the battlefield of the phantom cloud.

After entering the battlefield of the fantasy cloud, Xing Yu and Huangpu Jian stared at each other and felt a strong deterrent from each other. However, in comparison, Xing Yu is much more confident. Although he is also worried that the Huangpu sword has a terrible killing move, but with the token of that ancestor, he is 80% to 90% sure to kill the other party in his heart.

"Are you the Huangpu Sword? I am Xing Yu, the terminator of your life. With his hands crossed in front of his chest, Xing Yu was arrogant and almost arrogant.

Hearing Xing Yu's words, Huangpu Sword didn't seem to hear his words. He still held the sword in his arms and stroked it like a lover. Then he said in a gentle tone, "A Ling, what do you think of the blood of this person in front of you? Don't worry, I will kill everyone, get this unique inheritance, and then use supreme power to save your spiritual knowledge from the sword tomb again. From then on, we will never leave.

Looking at the perverted behavior of the Huangpu sword, everyone shivered. As for Xing Yu, his face was also strange. And Shaoqing, who seemed to have recovered from consternment, suddenly laughed and said again sarcastically, "You actually fell in love with a sword. What a monster! When I smash your sword, I'll see how you continue to fall in love with it!"

"You are looking for death!"

It seems that Xing Yu's words hurt the pain in Huangpu Jian's heart. Huang Pu Jian could no longer maintain that indifferent posture at this moment and was furious.

"Hahaha.... Don't you believe it? Then I'll show you!"

His body suddenly jumped in the void. Xing Yu was like an eagle fighting rabbit, and the white rainbow was like the sun. In an instant, he completely condensed the spirit of his whole body and launched a fierce fight. At the same time, all his ten fingers were open, as if to launch a terrible capture method.

"God's great capture!"

The cold voice echoed in the void, and Xing Yu's body came down to the void with a strong sense like a god. His hair was open, and cold and sharp eyes appeared in his eyes.

Although he is arrogant by nature, Xing Yu has his own proud capital. He is not only a terrible physical pervert, but also has practiced countless physical cultivation, especially the secret art of the ancient veins. Whether it is close combat or fighting, it is a terrible war machine. Once the slaughter machine completely explodes, its strength will be a terrible mess.

At this moment, he seems to want to take the white blade empty-handed and take his sword from the Huangpu sword.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the body of the Huangpu sword suddenly moved, as if it were a confused black phantom, but the sword in his hand had come out of its sheath, turned into a monstrous sword, turned into a magnificent sword, rose up to the sky, burst out infinite light, shook out unprecedented sharpness, and directly hit it. Come on.

"Huh? What a mysterious swordsmanship!"

There was a burst of awe-inspiring in his heart. Xing Yu panicked and shocked all over. Suddenly, a strong breath of the sun spread out, and the muscles on his body were entangled like dragons. Just like at this moment, his body turned into an immortal body of King Kong, and he was abrupt to resist Huangpu. This move of the sword, and then attack closely.

"Humph!"

It seems to be a little afraid of Xing Yu's close combat. Huangpu Sword may have some advantages in this move, but once he really fights with Xing Yu and lets him get close, he will inevitably fall into a dangerous situation and abandon his best swordsmanship, then he will be a tiger without minions.

Considering this result, although Huangpu Sword was extremely angry in his heart, his body still flashed. The sword light changed again and turned into a sharp sword light. He shook a sword at Xing Yu, but his body had retreated repeatedly.

"Hahaha..... Do you have such a little ability?"

For the retreat of the Huangpu Sword, Xing Yu was very complatic. He seemed to show off and still maintained the posture of pursuit, but his body was winding like a dragon in the void. At the same time, his chest suddenly bulged, making a shocking roar.

"Oh, my, my..."

The body was as winding as a dragon. Xing Yu made a wild cry full of shouts and roars, and then seemed to have gained a kind of power blessing in the dark, becoming more and more fierce.

What Xing Yu used was the unique skill of physical cultivation and one of the ancient veins, the dragon roaring and blessing. As soon as this move was used, his prestige was the same for a while, and his aura rose steadily. It seemed that even the speed was a little faster, but it faintly surpassed the Huangpu Sword and slowly approached again.

There was a trace of panic on his face, but in the depths of Huangpu's sword's eyes flashed with a trace of cold light. He suddenly turned around and burst into a sharp sword spirit again.

"Don't force me!" There was a cold warning in his mouth, and Huangpu Jian seemed to be a little panicked.

"Hahaha.... What if I force you? Give it to me!"

"Rumble..."

Xing Yu's whole body was full of a fierce bulge, and suddenly it seemed that a kind of prohibition had been lifted. A wild and masculine momentum burst out, sweeping everywhere for a while, there was a king of heaven and earth, and an invincible aura.

"The ancient god Daluo palm!"

With a big shout, Xing Yu suddenly slapped out the ancient god's palm with his right palm, which was magnificent, masculine and brave, and had a sense of indoing and staring.

However, Huangpu Sword did not see it, and Xing Yu's left palm is slowly brewing with an obscure power at this moment...

"Good to come! Go to hell!"

Seeing that his weakness seemed to play a role, Huang Pujian's face was calm, but his heart was happy, but he didn't know that Xing Yu was the same as him. And both of them had the idea of killing each other in their arms, and they hit each other fiercely again.

"Hahaha.... Go to hell! Mandala kills the sword spirit!"

Seeing that his sword spirit was about to collide with Xing Yu's ancient god Da Luo's palm, the distance between the two was also very close, but the momentum of the Huangpu sword changed in vain. The mottled ancient sword in his hand suddenly waved out a sword light, which seemed to be a big move that had been brewing for a long time, and finally successfully used it at this moment.

This sword light is sharp, like in the dark universe, a lightning of creation broke through the sky and produced the first light.

This sword light is very mysterious, with a cutting idea, and a faint locking function. Almost the moment it was cut out, it cut through the void, tore a slender space crack, and split to Xing Yu in an instant.

"It's not good! How dare you swore me! The token of the ancestor, protect me!"

Although Xing Yu, who was shocked, knew that the Huangpu sword might have a bottom card, he did not expect such a horror. With a move of the mandala, he suddenly had a creepy feeling. Xing Yu even had an intuition that if he simply fought hard with his body, there was only half a chance to survive. And with this chance, he naturally won't gamble.

In such a crisis situation, Xing Yu did not hesitate to throw his right hand. The rotation of the ancestral token has just formed on the top of Xing Yu's head, and the mandala killing sword spirit of the Huangpu sword has been killed.