Chapter 624

Fairy palace legacy, legend is now, around the wind and cloud evil change, a continuous sword spread, dust flying, frost and snow falling.

Green clothes, black hair, young and handsome face, peaceful and pure, without half killing, without the slightest secular disputes.

Seeing the person in front of him, the devil's face was shocked, and his deep eyes rarely changed.

There was no communication between the two people who passed by by by mistake. They were dressed in blue and Chinese and hunted with the wind. Without saying a word, they put indescribable pressure on all the people present.

Shocked people, it's hard to recover. In front of them, Junlang's figure of getting rid of the dust step by step, just like a sword immortal banished to the world, stepping on the road of the world.

The sword is not born, the road induction, on the horizon, a sword light in the manifest, into a chain, crisscross, blockade sword.

On the hand of the king of hongluan realm, a sword light passed by, and blood spilled.

The sword on the sword is speechless. The reaction between the strong makes the king of hongluan and the master of ink look dignified.

This man is extraordinary.

"Yin'er, watch carefully, master's sword is given by him. Next battle, you can write down as much as you can." Ning Chen looks at the little girl beside him and says in a condensed voice.

"Well"

the voice is soft, and he looks at the young man in front of him. His big eyes are shining, and he teaches Ning Chen to practice sword. Isn't he very, very powerful?

The sword stands fall to the ground, the legend draws the sword, the green sword is in the world, there is a sense of heaven and earth, the frost is floating down, the silver ice and snow world is spreading, in my eyes, the legend in the sword reappears the sword on the sword.

Repressed breath, more and more heavy, hongluan King eyes a cold, figure flash, preemptive.

It is hard to bear the power of extreme martial arts because of the red pitching, the soft and the hard, the empty and the roaring.

"Keng"

Prince Yan wields his sword. The sound of the sword is soft, hard and soft, and the ice is sealed. The sword moves again, and the ice and snow are broken.

Red snowflakes floating, beautiful scenery, so beautiful, people intoxicated.

The king of hongluan Kingdom bullies his body, and the red fog around his body. With a wave of his hand, the red fog surges, condenses the palm wind, and moves again.

The hand fell, the sword rose, the dust surged, the sword light was shining, the red fog was cut open, and they were forced to pass.

The king of hongluan turned to avoid the edge of the sword. However, he saw the sword turning around like a shadow.

The hand wind and sword light hand in hand, the swordsman and the king figure constantly crisscross, the sword light is like a thunderbolt, the hand wind is like a mountain falling, the extremely martial confrontation, shaking the sky and the earth.

Ling Li is the only sword at the top of the mountain. It's an ordinary but accurate move. Dancing on the sword, it's amazing.

Unfortunately, I lost my sword. Fortunately, I saw it today.

The enchanted people don't know how long it's been. The hand and sword, the red fog and the sword Qi interweave the beautiful movement of life and death.

The king is powerful, and the sword is immeasurable. People marvel that there is such a sword on the sword.

The setting sun shines in the west, still heaven and earth. The blood red sunset is red all over the western sky. The setting sun that refuses to set is the grace of the heaven to see the sword.

Two figures, one big and one small, stand side by side. The small one is tense, but the big one is calm.

From the beginning of the past, the invincible demeanor will be forever printed in the heart, or trust, or reverence, know the fate, never thought, the predecessors will be defeated, never will, today will not, never will.

The word "senior" is not uncommon in Zhiming's words. Most of the time, it's just for the sake of being polite or getting closer.

Mu qianshang once joked that the master who knew his fate died the fastest, and then friends.

Mu qianshang's words may be somewhat coincidental, but they are also somewhat true. It's not uncommon for us to know our fate. However, only when we face the legend of the great Xia Dynasty, we are sincere and don't have any scheming.

Next to Zhiming, yin'er's little hand clenches tightly, because he doesn't understand, so he is nervous.

"Don't worry, watch the sword at ease," Ning Chen said softly.

"Oh"

Yin Er raises her head and answers softly, then calms down a little and looks at the sword carefully.

In the war situation, the blue sword light dances, the sword moves in the snow, and the extreme force is more sharp. One move is in one form, and the line is gradually blurred.

A simple sword can be dyed red.

The king of hongluan's left arm is crossed by the sword, the scarlet falls, and his battle clothes are dyed again.

The path of a swordsman is to observe, learn and understand the sword. Only when he sees the sword on the sword in his life can he know the end of the sword. How far away it is.

How lucky is Yin Er to learn the sword for the first time. I'll see you again today. I've seen more than others of the same age.

Outside the war situation, Mo Zhu's face became more and more dignified, and the body was not as true as the noumenon. However, Wang Xiuwei of hongluan realm had reached the late stage of the immortal reality. In a short time, the body's combat power was not weak, and the noumenon was too much. It was really shocking to fall into such a bitter battle.

Who is the swordsman in front of us? Why has there never been a rumor before.

The setting sun shines on the immortal earth, and the war situation is in a state of passive hongluan. Wang shouts, and the red fog surges out of his body.

The invisible red fog diffuses and turns into a series of interleaved pitching exercises, which are worn to the body of the swordsman.

The green sword cuts through the red fog. The red fog disperses, and the momentum does not decrease. The invisible can overcome the visible and pull back the declining trend.Prince Yan's face did not change when he saw this. With a step, he retreated. With a wave of his hand, the green sword returned to its sheath, and the sand sword filled the air and swept to the war.

Intangible vs. intangible, extreme merging, legend step back, body with gradually, again bullying body.

With a stab, the clothes on the right shoulder of the king of hongluan Kingdom cracked, and a stream of dust passed by, just like the sharpest sword, bringing out a waterfall of blood.

At this time, the ink master who watched the battle on one side finally had an action. He raised his right hand and reappeared the magic.

The seven rainbow lights are incomparable. They are thousands of feet in length and thousands of feet in length. They can suppress all kinds of methods and frighten the world. They sweep to the swordsmen in the war.

When the pressure hit, Prince Yan frowned lightly. With a wave of his left hand, the red sword came out of the sheath, and with a wave of the sword, the spirit of the eight swords gathered and broke the rainbow.

The situation changed in an instant. The king of hongluan and the master of Mohist chose to join hands to fight against the legend of swordsman.

Below, see two people into the war, devil body eyes squint, although no waves, but more cold a few minutes.

"Ning Chen, will it be ok?" The voice son small face rises to worry of color, shake the former arm, ask a way.

"Quiet, pay attention to the sword" Ning Chen lightly rebuked.

"Oh"

after being reprimanded, Yin Er didn't dare to be distracted and concentrated on watching the battle.

In the sky, the two powers join hands, and the swordsman responds with a cold front, reflecting the bloody setting sun.

"The sound of the sword, Feihong"

the red sword in Prince Yan's hand chopped, the void collapsed, and the red swords waved away, shaking back the two men who joined hands.

"The king of hongluan, the speed is quick, you and I are all incarnations, long war is not good," Mo Zhu said in a deep voice.

"Understand"

the king of the red Luan Kingdom answered, turned his left hand, and the muddy red fog rose sharply, which made the clouds directly visible, and made the sky tremble with extreme terror.

On the other hand, the master of ink also uses the power of colorful magic. Suddenly, heaven and earth are divided, and colorful rays shine on the world.

Seeing the two men come to recruit extraordinary, Prince Yan's right hand coagulates yuan and points the front. The green and red double swords gallop into the air, and the clouds hang down, circling and reflecting each other.

"Green and red are at the same breath, and there is no arrogance in one breath"

when the double swords fall, the cloud disk comes into the world and engulfs everything. In an instant, the red fog and colorful rays disappear and are swallowed up by the cloud disk.

With a dull snort, they both stepped back a few steps, and the red blood flowed down, and the body was hit hard again.

The cloud disk is gone, and a touch of blood drips silently from the corner of Prince Yan's mouth. It's the first time since the war.

In the face of the siege of the two most powerful men in the world, the sword shows its only flaw.

The master of ink and the king of hongluan accepted Qi and concentrated on one move, which ended the legend of swordsman.

Red fog all over the sky, colorful sun, earth shaking power, beyond the limits of heaven and earth, the already riddled West fairy world immediately fell into the brink of collapse, mountains destroyed the ground, everything fell.

The scene of doomsday shocked all the people present. The power of reality is beyond description.

On the void, Prince Yan reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth and looked at them. With a wave of his right hand, the crisscross chains on the immortal sword were untied and disappeared.

"Since you are here for this sword, how can you not let us see the power of the immortal sword"

words fall, green, red and sand swords coil out at the same time, and the sword breath vibrates, echoing the spirit of the sword.

The sound of the sword resounds all over the world. The immortal sword responds to the sound of the sword. At the next moment, the immortal sword soars into the sky. The sword is full of vigor and the sun and the moon are shocked.

"Four Swords move the world, and heaven and earth fall together"

Prince Yan points out the same move, four swords circle and rotate, and the endless sword pressure sweeps thousands of miles. At that time, heaven and earth turn pale, and the wind and cloud become frenzied.

A moment later, the terrible big collision sounded, red fog, colorful glow instantly annihilated, double strong incarnation, at the same time, a dull hum, into stars, dissipated between heaven and earth.

Fairyland, after many battles, can't bear the power of destruction at this moment. One piece of land breaks up, and the void collapses above nine days.

The real doomsday, thousands of miles, ravines continue to spread, the earth is fragmented, destruction is imminent.

During the war, four swords flew down and returned to the scabbard one after another. The last sword was mottled with antiquity, not gold or jade, but fell into the sword frame.

Green clothes fell, face unchanged, waved away the sword stand, and walked forward.

Shocked people, subconsciously back, dare not stand in the way of half a point.

"Out of the fairyland, look for the sword and see me"

at the wrong moment, Prince Yan said calmly and left immediately.

No one heard the voice, even the sound son did not hear, legend left, from beginning to end, did not stop half a step.

Ning Chen silently nods, should come down.

In the sky, the destruction of the fairy palace intensified the fall, and the halls smashed on the earth. The dust and fury surged, which was extremely shocking.

The five sons of mohmen, the daughter of hongluan king and the woman in white recovered from the shock and quickly avoided the collapse of heaven and earth.

Ning Chen's side, the sound son body shakes to shake to go, because of shaking of the earth, stand unsteady."Ning Chen, this place is going to be destroyed. Let's go quickly." yin'er's little face is a little alarmed.

"Well"

Ning Chen nodded his head and looked at the five sons of Mohist not far away. This time, Mohist lost a lot and got nothing. Even the incarnation of Mohist fell here.

Unexpectedly, a sword led to so many terrible strong, the king of the Red Phoenix, is the root of the Phoenix body change?

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