Chapter 2 Swordsmanship, Royal Sword?
Boom~
The blood of the blood knife in Chi Zhan's hand burst out, and the blood-colored flame swept on the ninety-nine blood flame armor, completely covering his whole body, illuminating his extremely tough face. And the night demon covered the black metallic luster with two cold-lighted short swords, which were extremely sharp, and even the air was faintly cut.
Zheng~
The negative swordsman also stands up
The bright sword light permeated him, and the crazy sword spirit rotated, shooting, piercing through the air, and making an extremely sharp sound of breaking the air.
Three people move.
Rolling power can roll up from them.
The blood color, sword spirit, and cold light formed in front of them like substance, turning into a gust blade. In the confrontation with Pluto, it glowed with extreme power.
join hands.
Even Pluto, who has great strength, does not dare to relax, and the cold face becomes extremely dignified.
xiu xiu~
Far away.
The lonely eagle, the wolf, the fox, the sword god, and the sword god in the world for three days and two nights, the rain and others quickly swept out of the group of players in the sky, and stood on the side of the three one after another. A strong breath spread from them, directly blowing waves of mysterious hurricanes over the plain.
Speaking of the number of top strong people.
Shangqingtian is definitely the best among today's major players!
The wind and clouds are rolling.
Headed by the two top strong men of Red War and Night Devil, followed by more than a dozen world-class strong men, plus the 30,000 to 40,000 top and first-class strongmen, and at the same time bursting into mystery, the fluctuations generated are absolutely appalling.
Boom~
Behind Pluto, there are also many people who despise the palace.
The breaths of the two sides roared and collided.
The whole sky was full of mysterious whirlpools of horror. In the faintly, a cold and cold smell suddenly came from the back of Pluto's figure, and a barefoot shadow wreath appeared. She carried out with blue eyes and coldness. At the moment of the appearance, many strong men of the Ice Pavilion came here.
"It's ice cream!"
"And the strong man of the Ice Pavilion!"
......
The wolf and Hu Ji looked at each other and a touch of solemnity appeared.
The above Qingtian's comprehensive strength, it can be said that it is completely in the upper hand to deal with a contempt palace, but if you add a Hanbing Pavilion, the strength of both sides will be infinitely close. Even to some extent, the contempt palace and Hanbing Pavilion after joint cooperation is a little stronger than Qingtian!
"Battle?"
"No fight?"
The wolf and others are a little hesitant.
Before leaving, Xiaoyao also made it clear that killing those who despise the palace is the first and second, and what he really should pay attention to is to reduce his own casualties. And once a bloody battle breaks out, the casualties will be inevitable! They are hesitant and dare not make a decision.
"Fight!"
"Why don't you fight?"
The red war shouted in vain, and the rolling shouting resounded through the whole plain.
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
Drink with him.
The big blue sky roared loudly, and a sound resounded through the whole plain like a stormy wave. A mysterious air burst out and swept away like a real crazy, which directly shocked the strong people who despised the palace and the ice pavilion on the opposite side, and also burst out a pure mysterious air to the extreme.
"Pluto!"
"Try my knife!"
He looked up and drank, and his red war danced violently with long red hair. The flames on the ninety-nine blood flame armor rose, and a strong breath emerged. He shouted at Pluto, and the blood knife in his hand suddenly crossed the sky, rolling dozens of meters of blood knife light to chop at the position where Pluto was.
The air cracks inch by inch.
Endless blood rises to the sky like a volcanic eruption.
"Kill!"
The move of the Red War.
completely detonated the blood of the players on the Qingtian side.
Roaring.
Countless figures suddenly sweeping, crazy attacks and rushes to the strong who despise the palace and the ice pavilion.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Seeing this, the wolf no longer hesitated and shouted.
"Kill!"
When the blood knife hit, the evil spirit also appeared on Pluto's face. The surging blood color rolled crazily and instantly turned into three blood shadows. In the two hands, the blood rivers flowed around the palms of the hands, waving through the sky and sprinkling out in the direction of the blood knife.
"You can't stop me!"
Pluto is drunk.
The figure turned into a blood shadow and flashed in front of the crowd. In the collision between the blood light and the roar of blood, his body floated in vain in front of the red battle, and the two palms brazenly bombarded together.
Boom~
Shock burst
The two retreated together for a few steps. At the moment when Pluto was about to deceive himself, a cold chill suddenly came from behind him. His face changed. He subconsciously twisted his waist and saw an extremely sharp short sword passing through the position with a cold light.
xiu~
One hit missed.
With an indifferent look, the night demon slowly emerged from a few meters in front of him, and then disappeared into the vast crowd at a very fast speed, and no trace could be seen.
"Devil?"
Pluto looks solemn.
Night Devil is one of the strongest, and its terrible strength is more displayed in its super speed and attack. In the face of him, if he is careless, even if his strength exceeds the number of Night Devil, he may be killed! It can be said that among the current few people, he is most afraid of the night demon!
xiu~
Negative swordsmen, red battles, strides across, heaven and earth are fading, and the ground is trembling.
Sword.
knife.
It flashes like a spiritual surname in their hands.
The three people fought to one place, and no one dared to approach within a hundred meters. On the ground, every inch of cracks cracked, and the traces were ferocious and terrible, which fully interpreted the fierce battle between the three.
The blood is permeated.
In a vast area in the distance.
The lonely eagle in the world holds a gorgeous knife and flies with the rain. For three days and two nights, the sword god and others fight against the ice.
"Sword God!"
"Be careful, you are the weakest here!"
The lonely eagle in the world drank calmly, and rolled the Fenghua knife to become the main force against Bingling, and everyone else fought with him. Speaking of which, although he has Lingbao, his strength is comparable to that of the top strong, but in the face of the same Lingbao, the strength of Bingling, which is originally among the top strong, is not a little different.
It's okay.
Bing Ling's ice armor is the first defense, and Fenghua knife is the first attack.
Under full attack.
Coupled with the cooperation of other strong people, it also entangled Bingling, the top strong man, for a while. The crowd swayed, and the young sword god held a long sword and kept bursting out wisps of sword. His sword was extremely fast, and he had a very different understanding. Under the huge difference in strength, he could have a great impact on the ice.
Everyone on the blue sky believes it.
As long as he is given the time and opportunity for the development of the sword god, he will inevitably become a kendo master!
......
Of course.
The premise is that he can hold on!
......
The killing broke out in the heavenly blood domain.
Countless strong people gathered here, and major forces also emerged.
And what about Xiaoyao?
As the holy child sweeping, he passed through layers of mountains, advanced in the clouds, and then finally came to a mysterious small world through a space wormhole.
"Is it here?"
Looking at everything in front of him, Xiaoyao was surprised.
There are countless small worlds in the big fantasy, but some small worlds are reckless and ancient, with space cracks everywhere, which human beings can't set foot on at all. There are also some small worlds, like a real world, with life and four seasons. This kind of small world is extremely rare and only appears in rumors. Others are like the small world in front of us, dead, with a single energy, like a place of trial.
And now.
This small world presented in front of Xiaoyao is the last one.
Looking around.
The endless sword light is suspended in this extremely strong space. The sword spirit shuttles through the void, and countless illusory figures can be faintly seen dancing in the air with illusory swords. Every time they sweep, they seem to be exerting some wonderful swordsmanship, which is extremely dazzling.
"Sword World!"
"What you see is a place where a strong kendo practitioner practices!" The holy baby smiled and said, "This strong man is the place where a strong man in my divine realm is usually practiced in ancient times. It is because of his practice of kendo that this small world has gradually evolved into the sword world in his continuous cultivation. The sword shadows you see, those sword lights, are the movements of his usual practice, and they are presented like brand marks. In this sword world, it is an extremely important and precious place.
"The meaning of the sword becomes a world?!
Xiaoyao was shocked and stared at his eyes.
In this sword world, his feeling is particularly strong, because he is practicing kendo. The flashing sword light in the void and the permeated sword spirit have brought him endless excitement and excitement. Through these, he can figure out his shortcomings in kendo and improve his comprehension of kendo by understanding these swordsmanships.
Such a precious place.
For his kendo players, it is even more rare than the supreme treasure of Tianhen Sword!
In addition to the shock.
Xiaoyao forced himself to calm down in his heart. He took a deep breath and immediately turned to look at the Holy Son Shengying and said in a low voice, "Senior, since this sword world is so precious, why did you let me come here?"
It's true.
He does not have a deep friendship with the Holy Son.
Even, to some extent, Xiaoyao has deceived him, but for a long time, the strong man in the divine realm seems to treat him differently. Especially after coming to the divine realm, the Holy Son of the Holy Child first prompts him to understand the mystery of the soul, which makes his soul power soar, and secondly, he brings himself to come to him. The incalculable effect of the sword world.
All kinds of things.
It is enough to see that he absolutely treats himself very well.
"Oh..."
"Half a month later, the evil sword appeared. I think you still bear the mission of killing him, right?" The Holy Son and the Holy Baby smiled: "If you can't kill him, you will fall into the most evil and become a killing machine, and killing evil will also ravage the world. This is not what I want to see. It's just that for some reason, we aborigines can't actively intervene in these missions judged by God to your players, so I can only try my best to improve your strength!"
"Of course..."
"I'm not free to help you." At this point, the holy child gently pointed to the depths of the sword world: "There is a swordsmanship in this sword world, called [royal swordsmanship]. If you can get it, your strength will make great progress. If you can't get it, you will be swallowed up by endless swordsmanship and completely unconscious. At that time, I will also give up on you and choose other players to complete the mission of defeating evil spirits!" ( To be continued.)