Chapter 409

The breath of the purple blood general shocked the whole field, like the abyss and the sea. The huge sword swayed across the sky, like a mountain, the void and the dust, collapsing the heaven and earth. When the air reached the body of the sword, the clear waves swept through the air, and everything was broken.

Terror is like him. He doesn't speak, doesn't roar, and despises the scene. I don't know whether he disdains or can't speak out. But there is a kind of soul blowing atmosphere, like the presence of a demon.

Before, Lin Tian's sharp sword light made him retreat, which seemed to arouse his interest and annoy his mind. When he stormed the sword, his breath broke the sky and swept Zhao yue'er and Lin Tian in front of him. The breath of terror enveloped both of them.

Zhao Yueer and Lin Tian are all terrible beings. Although Zhao Yueer was split twice by the purple blood general before, she didn't get much hurt, because she didn't show all her strength at all, just to deal with and delay time.

But at this time, she keenly felt that the horror of purple blood general's sword was at least two steps higher than just now. If she didn't show her real skills, it would not be as simple as being split away.

With a light drink, Zhao yue'er's silver armor rustles, and the big knife in her hand is Weng Ming. A strong breath erupts. The next moment, her figure disappears and turns into a trace of heaven, wandering in all directions.

The sword is coming across. Lin Tianzheng is ready to take out the sword again to block the blow. But he feels that suddenly the sky is bright and cuts through the sky. A clear sword light cuts through the void, as if it comes to the distant sky and crosses the sky for hundreds of meters. It shakes the heart and soul and sweeps the sky and the earth.

Boom

The next second, the light of the sword breaks, and the breath of cutting everything disappears. The clear light of the broken sword sweeps thousands of kilometers, and all the places it passes are broken. At the same time, the terrible sword that collapses everything goes back.

Boom boom... The purple blood war general retreated seven or eight steps in a row, casting a ferocious face like Amethyst