Chapter 1252

"One side of the edge? Not necessarily. " Yan Zhaoge suddenly came to he Mian and said, "last time Yan left a message behind your disciples, it was for you and his majesty, Emperor Yun. Didn't you already see it?"

"But it's not as close as it is now."

While talking, Yan Zhaoge reaches out and grabs xuanxiao Zijin stove. He Mian's body is determined to retreat.

"If you haven't handed it in, it's natural that you have a strong side." He Mian's eyes are golden, and the red light flies directly from the pupils of his eyes.

As if there was no time interval, the red sword light came to Yan Zhaoge in an instant.

When he Mian's sword comes out, the light of it will be continuous.

He is faster than a sword. There are red lights in every area and corner of the void, flying around.

Tens of millions of sword light, at the same time to Yan Zhaoge cut.

"The best holy soldiers are useless for you, but if you sacrifice them by hand, they are more or less better than empty hands." Yan Zhaoge said quietly, "draw your sword. I don't despise you when I use your sword empty handed."

He grabbed the purple gold furnace in xuanxiao with one hand, raised the other hand and hit forward with a light fist.

In an instant, Yan Zhaoge's fists are everywhere in every corner of the void universe!

At the moment when each red sword light just lights up, an iron fist falls down and blows out the sword light.

As soon as countless swords light up, countless fists will be knocked down. Before they can bloom, they will be extinguished.

Before it really starts, it's over to see the end.

He Mian's attainments in the trapped immortal sword Scripture have been extremely profound. The sword cuts time and space.

His sword light everywhere, no matter when, no matter where his opponent is, he can't escape. No matter how fast, he can't avoid it.

However, Yan Zhaoge's fist, which comes first after each start, seems to be waiting there specially in advance, waiting for he Mian's sword light to appear, and then smashing one fist before it really starts to move!

Trapped immortal sword ignored space limitation and transcended time. There is almost nothing faster than it.

But Yan Zhaoge's fist seems to blur the concept of time at this moment, and fight from a higher level.

As if before the beginning of time and space, as if the end of all time and space, waiting for work.

He Mian felt as if he had drawn his sword out of its sheath. In the middle of it, someone punched him on the hilt, lowered the long sword that had just pulled out half of its blade, and then smashed it back into the sheath again.

Cutting off time and space, we can't define the fastest sword in the world with half of the speed. At this moment, we can't draw a sword or draw a sword!

“…… Five is too easy! " He Mian hums, his eyes are more red.

He finally let go of xuanxiao Zijin stove.

But it didn't mean to retreat after that.

The young man's body shape of the Taoist robe in the hood rotates in the mid air. In the light of the red sword in the sky, there is a hint of green.

The light of green and red sword flickered in the void, and finally avoided the too easy fist of yanzhaoge.

In addition to the Xianjian Sutra, he Mian practices the Xianjian Sutra!

The first of the four Lingbao swords is the Zhuxian sword. One sword can break all the ways and destroy all the heaven!

Although it can't break Yan Zhaoge's too easy fist, Qingmang catches Yan Zhaoge's fist intention everywhere, making time reappear.

In the long river, the road is red everywhere, like a dragon in the sea, a tiger in the mountains, and finally liberated.

"Well, it's not only a sword for killing immortals, but also a sword for killing immortals and trapping immortals. As expected, it's well known that there is no empty man." Yan Zhaoge tut tut.

It's not easy to cultivate all the swords in the upper Qing Dynasty.

It is not only a problem of not being able to practice, but also a problem of tearing one's soul, which is life-threatening.

He Mian succeeded in building the sword of killing the immortals. He Mian could make the sword of killing the immortals come out together with the sword of trapping the immortals.

He did not look complacent, but full of solemnity and concentration.

With the introduction of the sword formula, countless red sword lights are springing up everywhere, crisscross and crisscross, integrated into a bundle, connected into a piece, and instantly turned into a huge sword array!

When the sword array appeared, Yan Zhaoge had been surrounded in the array.

When the whole sword array was turned around, the space and time in this corner of the universe in the hall of the Dan Hall were annihilated into nothingness!

"I've heard that the combination of swordsmanship and array skill in the valley of grey spirit is so mysterious that I'm not famous for it when I see it today."

Yan Zhaoge's voice sounded, and then there was peiran Mo Yu's terrorist force, which broke out from the red sword array.

Twelve light wheels circled behind Yan Zhaoge's back. As soon as he punched out, the dim and chaotic light shook, leaving only endless light.

Then, the light breaks, the road collapses!

This is a kind of smashed bright fist, which is just fierce and extremely fierce. It explodes from the inside, and the terrorist forces sweep out to block the internal encirclement and suppression of he Mian's sword array, and smash the whole sword array!

Yan Zhaoge's fist, still not anxious, not moving, not shaking, towards he Mian.

He Mian's eyes are very concentrated. He holds the sword in his left hand and stands on his chest. He eats the middle finger of his right hand and stands like a sword. He points forward.

The red light flickers, and the green light reappears.

In addition, there is the black sword spirit of Taoism, like silk thread, winding it.

Kill the immortal sword!

Four Swords of Lingbao, he Mian not only built the sword of killing the immortal and trapping the immortal, but also built the sword of killing the immortal.

Moreover, he can not only achieve two swords, but also three swords.

The three swords of killing, killing and sinking come out together, and the boundless violence and sharp edge surge. It seems that the end of the world is coming, turning into a dead place!

"No wonder, no wonder..." Yan Zhaoge kept his fist posture unchanged: "no wonder you have kept the name of" baxiao supremacy "all the time. You really have some confidence to think about another fight with master long."

On his fist, it suddenly changed again.

The red sword light appears, the luster turns dark, turns dark red, and becomes more fierce.

Yan Zhaoge's fist seemed to be plated with a layer of dark red.

Between the fists, the meaning of the fist is also attached to the sword meaning of the trapped immortal sword.

Then, a little bit of black sword air appeared, and it was as dense as silk thread around Yanzhao singer's arm.

A thread cuts through the void, as if the vitality of countless lives has been cut off.

At the moment, countless black lines crisscross and are dead.

Finally, in addition to the black line and red light, there are more green swords emerging, invincible and invincible.

Green mans are like a butcher's work, cutting and breaking down all the principles in the world, so that they no longer exist.

He Mian's eyes were full of red light, showing a shock.

It is difficult to distinguish that the fist is the sword.

And this attack of him is also the combination of Lingbao and three swords!

"However, whether or not you and Mr. long will fight each other, after today, your name of" baxiao supreme "will be changed to" Qixiao "

To kill an immortal is to kill an immortal, to trap an immortal is to trap an immortal, and to kill an immortal is to kill an immortal.

Three swords to three swords, Yan Zhaoge forces he Mian to live in the sword storm like the end of the world.

Then, between the spirit and Qi, his fist seemed to be like an axe, like a flag, like a broken bamboo, splitting the storm in front of him.

Yan Zhaoge punches he Mian's heart and beats the Shangqing's heirloom Tianjiao upside down!