Chapter 934

Malone shook his head and breathed hard. He tried his best to see that tianzai was still tianzai.

Where is the Great Wall?

"Is this... An illusion?" He couldn't believe looking at his hand: "or... Is his defense as strong as the Great Wall?"

"How can..." Moyun's eyes straight: "how can there be such a monster!"

with no chink in one's armour!

It's not just Malone... Moyun also saw a wall, an unbroken, unbreakable wall!

The scene in a moment of silence, looking at the waves of displeasure tianzai. Yes... That's the attitude... This kind of eyes, which seems to be indifferent, but actually have no children, like a needle, picked the most sensitive piece of tender meat in the heart of old Moyun.

A counter fire burst out. With a long roar, his white hair turned into flames, and the flame in his seven orifices was rolling. The three meter fireman soared to the height of ten meters and soared in the air. The voice became like a devil's roar when he was reborn.

"I don't believe I can't take you today!"

"Fire to come!" His left hand suddenly stretched out, like the sea of light, the flame of the deep sea, a hundreds of meters high flame wild goddess slowly raised. In the interweaving of fire and light, the dark field of the abyss is pulled out.

"The wind is coming!" The right hand unfolds, and the wind blows violently. The wind helps the fire, and the fire uses the power of the wind. Countless red spots roar and condense, turning into fiery tornadoes. Within 100 meters of the tornado, all the runes and cabins turn into flying ash. A few seconds later, the endless three legged fire crow has formed a red tide around the goddess.

The flame burns the sky, nothing eats!

"You can stop the blazing fire. Can you even stop the magic power in the field?" In the sea of fire, the father of Moyun is like a pitan in purgatory, and his voice is like thunder: "burning nine days!"

"Shula!" The rosefinch flutters its wings and the Phoenix bathes in the fire. With the thunder of Moyun's ancestors, thousands of three legged Ravens rush to tianzai with a roar, pulling out a red Milky way of 10000 meters in the human face number.

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Supreme number, Xuanyuan sword master's whole body is intact, sitting in the vast sword field. He closed his eyes slowly.

Not far in front of him, two men with golden crowns and dragon robes looked at the old man with great care.

"All those who should go are gone..."

"What should be left is left."

"Then... Let's see my real strength of being respected as the first child of the two worlds!"

With the fall of a word, thousands of miles, thousands of swords sing together!

"Hum, hum..." an ancient sword trembles gently, causing the whole room to tremble in Weng Ming. On each ancient sword, a golden light blooms. The sea of light composed of talismans converges in front of the Xuanyuan sword master, and the waves strike the shore.

"Hua la... Hua la..." in all directions, the resonance of sword sea rang out. Emperor Beiming, Emperor Wuzu of Tang Dynasty took a deep breath. Without hesitation, his own field broke out in an all-round way!

On one side, the flying dragon is in the sky, and nine golden dragons are circling behind. There are endless clouds all around, and Kowloon passes through the clouds.

On the other hand, a black tiger, with a radius of 1000 meters, roars repeatedly. The black tiger passes by, the wind roars, the sand flies away, and everything under the tiger's claws is cut out of thin air, becoming the absolute realm of the black tiger.

Wind from tiger, cloud from dragon!

Xuanyuan sword master stood up for the first time.

A robe, fluttering with the wind and cloud, seems to be submerged in the storm of the two emperors in the next second. But no matter the wind or the rain, he is just like a boat.

"Brush!" The wind blows and the clouds move, and the clouds help the wind. The cloth band tied to the hair of the Xuanyuan sword master is like being cut off by a sharp sword, and his white hair is scattered. At the same time, in all directions, there is a terrible "dangdangdang" sound, which is tens of thousands of meters around. The central space of the supreme is abruptly cut into pieces by these invisible clouds.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "cultivation is good."

"Unfortunately, it's not enough."

The voice did not fall, endless clouds, a red light flashing. After that, the master of Xuanyuan sword put the sword into the scabbard, and his hand was stable without any trembling or bulging. But after the ancient sword entered the scabbard, the whole scabbard was buzzing wildly.

No one can describe this sword.

It's like light, not light. Because in the hazy, we can see the other side's action of putting the sword into the sheath.

It's just that it's too fast, too pure, too extreme to distinguish!

At this moment, time seemed to stop, even time seemed to marvel at the extreme beauty of this sword. Emperor Wuzu of the Tang Dynasty and the great emperor of the northern Ming Dynasty suddenly opened their eyes and no one could see them. A cold sweat came down from their forehead.The roaring wind and cloud ended in this second, and the black tiger Golden Dragon roared in the last second. At this moment, he was suddenly strangled by someone and was silent.

"Puff!" A second later, two bloodstains erupted from the arms of emperor Wuzu of Tang Dynasty and Emperor Beiming! Deep visible bone, body protection aura is useless, it was cut like paper!

Two hums, the two emperors quickly retrogressed thousands of meters away, shocked to look at the old man standing.

One man, one sword, is like the great mountain of Mount Tai.

"How can it be..." Tang Wuzu's cold sweat, full of vest, looked at the old man in astonishment, and stroked his wound with shaking hands: "I can't see... I can't see at all! There's no other Huaqiao... I don't even feel that Lingqi works... What kind of magic power is that? "

His chest fluctuated sharply, and he immediately looked at the northern Ming emperor, but what he met was the same shocked expression of the other side.

One sword shakes both emperors!

An ordinary sword is a sword at the top. The power of the sword is that the two emperors are all open and dare not get close to each other!

"It's not magic." As if to see their doubts, Xuanyuan sword master slowly said: "this is the sword."

"Hum!" Beiming emperor adjusted his mood and looked coldly at Xuanyuan sword master: "deceiving you is a capital crime."

"The power of a sword, cutting through the field, cutting through the body protection aura? Cut through the body defense? Daoyou, don't you think I'm a three-year-old? "

Xuanyuan sword master's face is neither happy nor sad: "who..."

"It's always impossible to infer from what you can't do."

"Once upon a time, I saw the master use his sword to cut the moon. I thought it was impossible." His turbid eyes looked at the two emperors with cramps in the corners of their eyes: "just like you see me today."

"I've practiced sword hundreds of millions of times, and I can see what I mean. Ordinary chop, you have killed tens of thousands of people, can also become a unique skill to break the enemy

No one spoke.

The two emperors look very gloomy. As the second of the five old stars in the real martial arts world, they have a wide range of knowledge. Now they are hurt by this dying old man! He was also ridiculed that the realm is not enough! How can you bear this anger when you have a self respecting and self respecting personality all the year round!

However, without waiting for them to speak, Xuanyuan sword master had come over with his sword. Their eyes flashed and they went back hundreds of meters.

Cloth clothes, hemp shoes, ancient swords. Jingtui Dragon Robe, jade belt and golden crown.

"I have seven swords."

"After seven swords, if you can still live, I will recognize you as heroes."

"By the way, no one has ever seen my fourth sword." He gently raised the nameless ancient sword. His white hair was flying, his clothes were dancing wildly, and his left index finger and middle finger were slowly smeared on the tip of the sword. The nameless ancient sword made a very comfortable buzz.

Bang!

It's the pleasure of fighting in the hands of people who can bring themselves to the extreme.

"Ready?"

On the other side, Emperor Beiming and Emperor Wuzu of the Tang Dynasty are facing a great enemy. This common posture, in their eyes, is absolutely not ordinary!

The unity of man and sword is the nature of heaven and earth. Starting from no trace, falling in silence, what they take away in the middle is their life!

"This is the strength that is only one line away from the next level?"

Two people already like tight string, but the other side still has the mood to chat, this kind of strength disparity, lets them all cannot help in the heart sends coolly.

The first baby of the two worlds is such a terrible monster!

No sword has been produced for hundreds of years. Once it is produced, no one can stop it!

At this moment, in the cabin, a flash of light, like midnight Epiphyllum, followed by a sharp sword back to the sheath of the sound.

"The first sword, no me."

Time seems to stop at this moment. The two emperors had no time to mobilize their aura. They felt that there was a flower in front of them. In front of them, there was no Xuanyuan sword master, no supreme number, but a piece of

Sword grave!

Ten thousand swords return to the void.

"Tick..." a cold sweat drips down on Tang Wuzu's forehead. He looks around with great vigilance, carries his hands and says in a deep voice: "this is..."

"Domain... Ten thousand swords belong to the clan." Around him, the great emperor of the northern underworld was also not relaxed. In the face of the first person in the two worlds, no one could be relaxed: "his field... Is too strong, at least compared with us. Only in this way can he pull us in when there is no response in our field."The voice did not fall, the dark sky suddenly burst out of a white light. At the end of the deep, the vast white light like a tide, as if ushered in the first ray of dawn in the night.

With the appearance of this light, ten thousand swords in the sword grave sing together, and the killing intention is fierce in the beauty. Tang Wuzu and Beiming emperor suddenly wake up and bite the tip of their tongue. The sword tomb disappeared in front of him.

It's terrible

For a moment, he could pull himself into the other's field, and he was completely immersed in his spiritual consciousness and ID. This situation is only one step away from the next!

However, there is no time for them to consider, because... Just in front of them, there is a magnificent sword light.

Night rain dust collection, dawn break dusk, like fog, like aurora. There is no root, there is no end, spread the sky, brilliant, cut through the clouds.

"Boom!" There was a huge earth shaking noise, and they were not surprised. They were directly hit for several kilometers.

"Stand up." Xuanyuan sword master holding the ancient sword, step by step slowly walked past: "since you dare to come here, you must have done a good job of death consciousness."