Chapter 329 The Three Swords of the Seal Zen Sacrifice

Outside the east gate of Tai'an City, weeping willows and ancient roads.

Mr. Mingyue stood naturally, as if everything between heaven and earth was careless and leisurely.

Qiu Feng twelve stared at Mr. Mingyue coldly and said coldly, "Do you really don't use a sword?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled indifferently: "Use it."

"Where's the sword?"

"The sword is there."

Qiu Feng was stunned and said harshly, "Where is the sword?"

Mr. Mingyue said leisurely, "Everything in heaven and earth can be a sword. Where people are, where the sword is."

The pupils of the twelve autumn winds seem to be contracting.

Qiu Feng 12 stopped talking, and his right foot suddenly swept back a little.

Ouyang Huacan, who was watching the battle next to him, couldn't understand. Seeing that Qiu Feng 12 retreated first without fighting, he was very surprised and couldn't help sighing softly.

Mr. Mingyue has always heard that the flying knife is so powerful. He knows that Qiu Feng Twelve, as his disciple, is obviously going to release the knife.

Mr. Mingyue intends not to give him this opportunity.

Mr. Mingyue held the void horizontally in his right hand, gasified the sword, and held the purple flame sword with more than a foot long. The light was shining and the flame flew.

Although the light sword is small, it has long been stunned by the intoxicated Weng Mei and the barefoot Mei Er. The two looked at each other and it was difficult to believe that the little Taoist face in front of them could turn into a sword. Although the purple flame light sword was only the size of the fish intestine sword, it was finally superior to Taoism. No wonder Qiu Feng twelve said that he was the rise of Taoism. The show is indeed a little capable.

Vanilla, Baili Linxuan and Ouyang Huacan needless to say. Ouyang Huacan stared at it with wide eyes and muttered, "Brother, what kind of sword is shining in Mingyue's hand? Why have I never seen it?"

Baili Linxuan just heard the master smile and say that when he practiced martial arts and spells to the depths, he would turn swords with gas. He just heard of it and had never seen it before. Today, he was even more secretly accepted: "Is it possible that this boy Mingyue is already a rare master in the world?" I can't help but be more jealous and lazy to listen to the second brother's question.

When the autumn wind swept up, he was about to release his flying knife coldly. Suddenly, he saw that Mr. Mingyue suddenly had a purple light sword in his hand. The flame flew and was shocked. He didn't think much about it and shouted, "Chasing the wind and chasing the sun!"

A dazzling light came out of the twelve hands of the autumn wind, like an electric stone fire, and flew to the front of the bright moon in an instant.

The bright moon carried the purple flame sword and split it casually. The wind swept by, and the eye-catching light disappeared in an instant. Instead, the purple light flashed, and the autumn wind was easily shot down day by day.

Vanilla and Ouyang Huacan immediately clapped their hands and cheered, but Mr. Mingyue knew that the first knife of Autumn Wind Twelve was just a temptation. The real powerful one was still behind, and it was about to follow.

Mr. Mingyue guessed well. Qiu Feng did not hit the twelve. The second knife shot and shouted in a low voice: "Colorful through the clouds!"

I saw that the second knife of Autumn Wind 12 was gorgeous and colorful, just like a nine-day flying rainbow, which was extremely bright. When this flying knife was sent out, the others were naturally pleasing to the eyes. Even the barefoot old man Mei Er couldn't help admiring: "It's beautiful!"

At the same time, Mr. Mei blurted out: "It looks like goods! It doesn't work."

Sure enough, before Mr. Mei Da, who was not drunk, finished speaking, Mr. Mingyue took a step back and skimmed up, and a sword light swept up. He was facing the twelve colorful clouds in the autumn wind, and he saw two lights colliding and flashed away.

Mr. Mingyue turned over and fell down gently and skillfully.

Vanilla praised loudly: "Okay!"

Baili Linxuan is very jealous, and his face is blue and ugly.

And his face is nothing. The most ugly is Qiu Feng 12 Still hanging that damn smile.

Autumn wind twelve fixed his body and no longer swept back. He slowly took out a flying knife from his waist, three inches and seven minutes long and four or two eight cents. Under the red sun at noon, it was shining and murderous.

Mr. Mingyue knew that if he was not fully sure, he would not touch the flying knife in his hand so slowly, which made people see that he did not dare to neglect and concentrate on the enemy.

Autumn wind twelve suddenly flew up, like a rising bird, with a long roar. When it fell in mid-air, he suddenly shouted: "The universe is throwing!"

I saw the death-taking three knives and the third knife of the earth of the twelve autumn wind, and unexpectedly reached the invisible realm of the big sound and the elephant, without a trace, but there was no sound of breaking through the air.

Although Mr. Mingyue can't see the light of the knife and can't hear the knife wind, he can still feel this strongest murderous atmosphere. At present, he didn't think about it carefully. Closing his eyes, the purple flame light sword waved casually and shouted, "It's boundless!"

The purple flame sword broke the void and hit the most murderous place. Sure enough, the invisible flying knife move of the twelve universes of the autumn wind was instantly broken, and the light came out in an instant, and the smoke disappeared.

The autumn wind took the power of nine cows and two tigers. The third knife that killed three knives was still ineffective, but he was already tired and out of breath. Mr. Weng Mei saw that he would not be defeated, but it was obviously not good. He quickly dodged in front of him and said lightly, "Twelve Lang, it's very good that you can hit these three knives. The old ghost did not work in vain. He went to rest under the willow tree for a while, and Uncle Rong came to teach him a lesson.

Qiufeng Twelve has always been a good man who did not suffer immediate losses. He once died in the battle with Kuangdao Wuzhen. Now the victory or defeat is not clear, which is not very shameful. At present, he hurriedly nodded and answered, "Yes!"

Mr. Mingyue carried his hands on his back, against the scorching sun, stepped on the long wind, closed his eyes slightly, and still stood quietly. He was independent and unrestrained.

Even the vanilla who watched the battle was very heart-hearted when she saw it. She smiled at Baili Linxuan and Ouyang Huacan and said, "Brother Mingyue's hands are really handsome and unrestrained. Unfortunately, there are no sisters in the palace to watch it, otherwise it will be very lively."

Baili Linxuan was so angry that he barely pretended to be faint and snorted coldly, "Well, there are two skills, but the autumn wind twelve is not very bad."

Ouyang Huacan is a straightforward person. No matter how jealous and envious he is, he admires him. He applauded and shouted, "Brother Mingyue is amazing! The old man who lifts the gourd is also conceited to be famous for Confucianism! Do you want to rely on the old to sell the old?

Mr. Mei, who is not drunk, took a sip of wine and said faintly, " So what? If you don't accept it, just stand up and I want to see how many rising stars there are in your Taoist descendants.