Chapter 470

In the southwest of Zhongzhou, Fenghuang was born and disappeared in the robbery. The news soon spread all over Zhongzhou and became known all over the world.

The supreme man in the world, the primitive land, the God in the sword, four mysterious strongmen, their names spread one by one. The strongmen at the top involved in this disaster are more frightening.

No one knows what the final result will be, except that after that day, the original land will be almost destroyed, and all the two demons will disappear. The most powerful human beings will also be seriously injured in this disaster, and many powerful people will be killed and injured.

As for the four strange strong men who suddenly appeared in the sky of the primitive land, no one knew their identities. They just appeared out of thin air, without any background, growth experience or even name.

"Falling stars"

the people of the Zhao family guessed the identity of one of them, but they were also shocked when they were angry. In just a few years, this son became stronger.

The great genius of the Zhao family, who was once expected to be the next leader of the Zhao family, is very likely to become the next leader of the Zhao family. However, things backfire. The betrayal of the falling star has become an unspeakable pain for the Zhao family. The more powerful the edge is, the deeper the wound in the heart of the Zhao family will be.

"Send someone to chase and kill this man as soon as possible, and take back the star trace bow"

there is a roar in the Presbyterian Council of the Zhao family. The Zhao family will never allow such humiliation to exist. No matter what, they will kill this rebel.

A catastrophe has affected countless people's eyes. The situation in Zhongzhou has changed. All parties are watching and watching the development.

Ten days later, in the primitive land, a figure in blue and white came forward. Her face was peaceful and handsome. Behind her, a pretty girl with a sword stand and five different swords whispered the sound of the sword.

Nine days of the top, restore as before, nihilism subsided, space turbulence also dissipated, but no longer see the body in red.

After the end of the robbery, the original land was devastated everywhere, and almost all of them were destroyed. As long as the creatures in the robbery were infected with criminal karma, they were burned to nothing by the fire of karma.

When they arrived, the deer ran and the squirrel went into the cave. Because of his good nature, he survived the robbery.

"Go to Bailu academy" legend opening, calm road.

"En"

the little girl nodded and followed.

In front of tiancang academy, the figure in green came slowly. The old man who had been sleepy immediately opened his eyes and stood up as if facing the enemy.

"Let him in" at this time, the voice of the head of the hospital came and ordered.

The old gatekeeper heard the words, did not say a word, sideways to get out of the way.

When the legend enters and passes by, the pressure on the sword makes the old gatekeeper feel suffocated.

Then the little girl came in. Her light heart of the sword was as clear as jade and more dazzling.

The pavilion in the lake is a legend in the world. It tells the moon how to make tea.

"Originally, the elder in his mouth is you," Yi Qingqiu said politely.

"What happened?" Prince Yan asked calmly.

"It's true..."

Recalling Qingqiu, I will tell you the facts in detail, including the plan in the Zhiming Pavilion on that day. Basically everything is in the plan. The only accident is that I didn't expect the appearance of Luoshen.

"Luoshen, Mo Qingbai"

Prince Yan nodded, immediately got up and said, "thank you for telling me, goodbye"

with that, the legend left without any procrastination.

Aman kept up with his sword and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"Unbelievable swordsman"

with a sigh in memory of Qingqiu, I thought that the young man had shocked people. Unexpectedly, there was such an incredible legend in kendo.

Although it is still uncertain, the origin of these people has gradually become clear.

East China, the forbidden land of God.

Only this conjecture can explain why there are so many top leaders in Zhongzhou.

Luoshui River, a secluded fairyland, Luoshen standing still, waiting for the arrival of legend, perfect and picturesque appearance, like nine gods, beautiful people dare not look directly at.

On the 11th day, legend appeared and stepped forward. Luo Shen's eyes were fixed. For the first time, he felt the pressure of extreme force before fighting.

A hundred feet away, concubine Luo watched, did not interfere, did not persuade the war.

Aman put down his sword stand and walked quietly to the other side.

"A sword, life or death," Prince Yan said calmly.

"Please give me a move"

in the face of the most terrible opponent in this life, Luoshen is totally right and dare not be careless.

Prince Yan waved his hand, and the sand sword condensed into a sharp sword. At the next moment, the light streamed straight out.

Luoshen calms his mind, raises his hand, and in a moment of eternity, comes out in the samsara of silence. He wants to block the ultimate sword.

Field, sword collision, a hundred Zhang away, Luo Fei sighed, slightly turned his head, do not want to see.

However, in the dual field, after a short stalemate, the sand sword is scattered. At the end of the field, the brightest brilliance passes by, and the extreme sword edge cuts off the power of law. Where the sword comes, all methods are broken."Er"

a sword penetrates the body, blood gushes, spills on the Bank of Luoshui River, and the fairyland is red and desolate.

"Aman, let's go"

the sand sword returns to the scabbard, and Prince Yan turns and leaves.

Aman stepped forward, shouldered his sword stand, and walked away together.

On the Bank of the river, the staggering shadow covers her left shoulder, pools her blood, dyes her red clothes, and warns her life with a sword.

Concubine Luo came and coagulated yuan to help her heal.

"Thank you," Luo Shen said softly.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a sword in the world. Legend is light.

"You don't have to thank me. You're not the culprit in this matter. Otherwise, even if I'm here, I can't save your life," said Princess Luo calmly.

Baidi City, east courtyard, legend comes, however, the courtyard is empty.

The butterfly leaves, and continues to search for its fate.

"Master, will you help him vent his anger?" Aman said softly.

"Good" Prince Yan nodded and answered.

Half an hour later, they left for the north.

On the 17th day, before the supreme, legend blocked the way.

"What advice do you have?" seeing the person blocking the way, Mo Qingbai's face was dark, and his heart felt a sense of fear.

"Help me get justice, please," Prince Yan said calmly.

"With you?"

Mo Qingbai's cold voice hummed, no longer asked, turned his palm, deep Haoyuan, followed by the sky and the earth, blue and white under the moon, illuminating the darkness.

In the distance, aman watched the battle, silent.

Prince Yan waved his hand. On the sword stand, a dark sword flew out. The Sealed sword reappeared in the world.

Hand sword handover, heaven and earth four tilt, Bai Li Bai Lang yuan split up in an instant, crazy sand rolling, crazy waves.

"One sword forbids martial arts, and there is no way in the world"

the sword forbids martial arts, swallowing all dharmas, shining black light, all things falling, and there is no way in the world.

Mo Qingbai blocks the sword, but when he hears the bang, the supreme Zhenyuan is engulfed by the light of the sword, splashing blood and retreating several steps.

"No way!"

Mo Qingbai vomites out a mouthful of vermilion, which causes the injury left in his body by the previous fire disaster, and his figure falters.

"Abolish the martial arts, or save your life, you choose"

Prince Yan holds the sword and says coldly.

"Rampant!"

Mo Qingbai looks angry. He forces down the injury in his body, turns his right palm over, and raises yuan to accept the power of heaven and earth. His body pushes to the limit. Suddenly, heaven and earth rumble and a huge dragon's gate appears.

Longmen now, the vast heaven and earth, stone casting of the ancient Longmen, suppression of ten thousand methods, heavy pressure, so that a hundred miles of void are distorted.

Prince Yan's eyes flashed coldly. His left hand was shocked. In the sword stand, Zhige flew out, the Epee appeared and the world sank.

When the sword falls to the enemy, the supreme block the front, and the earth collapses again. In a world shaking battle, one hand is more important than the other, and one sword is more powerful than the other.

Splashing blood, in the wilderness, there are injuries in the human supreme, difficult to block the sword on the extreme, one after another sword wounds, appear in the whole body.

"No way!"

Mo Qingbai was so angry that he reached for the edge of the sword and tried to block it.

Prince Yan's face did not change. With a turn of the front, his sword was as fast as a startling flood, his hand was broken, and his blood was surging like a tide.

"The sound of the sword, Feihong"

before the blood falls out, the blue clothes disappear, the two swords leave the hand, break the supreme body protector Zhenyuan, and immediately the sword finger condenses Qi, and one sword breaks the sea of Qi.

"Er"

with a dull hum, the blood fog gushed, the dragon's gate collapsed, the supreme warrior abandoned, and the dust fell.

"Impossible..."

Unbelievable result, in the dust, Mo Qingbai's mouth is bleeding, and his breathing is getting weaker and weaker. Gradually, his consciousness disappears and his arms are unable to hang down.

With a wave of his right hand, Prince Yan coagulates the abyss, returns his double swords to the scabbard, and immediately leaves with his back hand.

Before the sword stand, the little girl appeared, took up the sword stand and followed.

"Master, is he dead?" On the road ahead, aman asked softly.

"No, for some people, it's better to abolish martial arts than to die. So far, it's enough to punish them," Prince Yan replied calmly.

"Well, it's not good to kill people," aman nodded and said.

In the wilderness, the wolf roared, and the two people, one before the other, disappeared into the night.

Thousands of miles away, a beautiful woman in blue, whose green silk is scattered and dusty, walks on the street. When she meets people, she asks questions. In the rear, Zhao Liusu follows her step by step. Looking at the woman in front of her, her face is full of sadness.

"Old man, you've met a young man in red. He's very pretty and gentle when he smiles..."

"No"

"Miss, have you met..."

"No"

the butterfly in the flower still refuses to give up and keeps asking, looking for the last hope.In a short period of more than ten days, the butterfly, who had been badly injured, had a little frost on her. Her spirit and body had reached the limit. Her remorse and self reproach made her reach the peak and fall into a complete disaster.

Before the supreme, there were countless calamities. Only these three calamities are the most difficult to survive. Among them, especially the calamities of love and evil.

"Keke"

suddenly, the butterfly stops and coughs violently with her mouth covered. The blood oozes through her fingers and falls on the ground in front of her.

On the street, people were terrified and hurried away, unwilling to get into trouble.

"Sister butterfly, please have a rest first"

Zhao Liusu hurried forward, holding the butterfly whose lamp had run out of oil, worried.

"I'm ok, he's hurt, I need to find him quickly"

huazhongdie pushes the former away and continues to walk forward.

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