V2.Chapter 615

A sword, kill the virtual God level strong, the spirit will be destroyed!

In the battlefield, the only Chu Rui who was not confused by Yufei's piano sound, suddenly absorbed a breath of cool air.

This NEMA, it's strong, it's tough!

"A sword breaks the void!" Grass, this is a master of swordsmanship at the patriarchal level, unable to fight the enemy! Scattered... "

A sharp and unparalleled sword, directly kill the virtual God level master. The Dark Wizard and the night wolf who knew the vampire root were sweating in a flash. Their strength, but between birchung. If someone can kill the vampire with a sword, it is no problem to kill them. What most makes them feel sad is that the terrible power that Phoenix day shows is extremely powerful.

Previously, they wondered why the floating sword of maojia made them feel powerless and could not resist any way. Now, they finally understand. Perhaps the sound of the soul is a reason, but the real fundamental reason is the momentum of rolling. From the beginning of Phoenix Sky stepping down the cloud step by step, a situation has been formed, covering all of them. When the Phoenix weather situation climbed to the peak, that is, when they were completely in the game.

Today, this side of the world, is completely the Phoenix Sky dominated by the battlefield! The field, like the field, is different from the field. Field is that you completely dominate this space, but the power shown by Phoenix Sky is not. Today, even if there are strong people coming, it can not break the absolute control of Phoenix sky over this area. Unless, can break his heart, smash his sword.

What is a swordsman? A sword, the world, invincible!

What is the master of sword? There is no sword in your hand, there is a sword in your heart!

What is the master of sword? Everything can be a sword!

However, this is only the realm of Swordsman in the martial arts! For the true swordsman, it is vanity to measure whether he has entered the patriarchal position! Phoenix Sky Sword broke empty, already explained everything. He is the master of sword!

Sword is the king of hundred soldiers! Although there are thousands of sword Dao, there are nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine kinds of them, which are extremely cutting and sharp. Phoenix, no exception. The previous sword, even in the far away Chu sharp, also felt a sudden panic.

The remaining eight masters, frightened almost by their own spirits, had not much fighting heart, and at this point, they would not be able to say.

The enemy is so broken, how Phoenix heaven does not seize this opportunity. Step up, step forward.

Hands up, strength gather, sword, chop!

A powerful void of the chop, one breath!

"Ah..."

The strong man with giant blood screamed, even though his body was hard as iron, but under this sword, he was completely like paper paste, and was directly opened by Phoenix Sky Sword, and broke his stomach in two.

Damn it!

There are two lessons from vampires and heroes. The remaining seven, no, should be six, and they are scared to escape and disperse.

"Monk, why don't you escape?"

Phoenix Sky stood with a sword, and watched the old monk in the robe of the moon white monk not only did not leave, but stepped forward, his face did not change, but his eyes were fluctuating, and the cold as before came like killing God.

"Amitabha, I am suffering from all the hardships. I am so ruined by the dust. Today, I can't go to the blissful world and see my Buddha! The heart of Tao is broken and faith is ruined. How is there difference between living and dying. So why not give up this skin bag and go to the hell of a nostalgia to pay off the evil debt of this life! "

The old monk was indifferent, and seemed to have not been affected by the sword and violent rush of Fengtian. His voice was mild and calm, and there was no slight fluctuation on his face. In the eyes, deep incomparable, no attachment to life, no fear of death. It's a transcendent who sees through everything.

"Admire!"

The Phoenix God sentiment has not changed at all. Looking at this filthy battlefield in front of me, it is not stained with dust. The moon white monk's robe is still elegant and clean, like an old monk of blue lotus in the cloud, and shows a kind of respect in his eyes.

Cut!

Wave, a welcome blow!

The sharp sword burst out in a flash, and cut it straight on the old monk's chest.

No blood splashing, no body spatter!

The sword of Phoenix Sky, with continuous internal strength, directly destroyed the vitality of the old monk, but it did not hurt his body. Perhaps, even he did not want this white white robe to be polluted by the blood of the orangutan.

"Thank you for your success!"

The old monk was forced to come, even if there was Buddha in his heart, he also violated the true meaning. If he does not die, after returning, threatening him will still threaten him, he will not die, will not rest! So, death is his only choice. Moreover, in this violation of his own intention, forced him to abandon his faith. It is no longer a life. Death, for him, is a relief.He was killed by Fengtian, but the old monk didn't have any resentment, and even more had no hatred. Looking at Fengtian, he seemed to understand the devil's eyes in the eyes of the so-called "companion" who came with him this time. He couldn't help but smile and bow down.

He was killed by Fengtian, but he was thanking Fengtian and saluting him! Such a strange scene, but no one felt incredible. On the contrary, I think it is taken for granted.

“…… Ah Mi Tuo Buddha... "

The last time he put his hands together, the old monk's white beard and white eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and did not look up at the sky, because he felt that he was no longer fit to look at the Buddha, but chose to look down at the earth. It seemed that he was eager to enter Purgatory and repay his sin.

Hum

Feng Tianshen raised the sword in his hand solemnly. The sword roared and roared! This is a swordsman's greatest respect for his opponent, the biggest farewell gift. Even though the old monk didn't fight against him, he regarded him as a worthy opponent who died in his hands. Yes, it's an opponent! Before the killing of the vampire and giant blood of the strong man, in the eyes of Fengtian, even opponents are not called!

Under the sound of swords, a generation of eminent monks, vitality faded, soul return to nine days!

Fengtian did not stop, but did not jump over the body of the vampire as before, but walked step by step, from the old monk that still hands together, head drooping, but still standing beside the body, slowly walked past.

"Next, it's up to you!"

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