Qishan's figure flashed around Jiuqing, and his foot was on Jiuqing's face, full of pride and arrogance.
"Ready to accept death?"
"My Jiuqing sage, ha ha ha..."
"Go to hell with peace of mind!"
Qishan's arrogant laughter rang through the hall. After that, he raised his big foot to gather strength, as if to step on Jiuqing's head.
Xuefo'er and Yunru struggle to get up, and the 18 blood clothed men release their authority, which makes them unable to move.
The big foot fell rapidly.
Nine Qing pupil for the first time with the fear of death, no one wants to die, including him.
"Zhao Xin, help us!"
"Hahaha... Zhao Xin can't protect himself. Do you want them to save you? Delusion, die
Big feet fall!
Boom——
Buzzing——
In an instant, a huge sword fell from the sky. The roof of the bronze hall was smashed by violence, and the bronze fragments were splashed everywhere. In the hustle and bustle, a large part of the sword was frantically split out and went straight to Qishan.
The sword shadow is so fast that it rushes to the front of Qishan in the blink of an eye.
The powerful shadow of the sword forces Qishan to take back his feet and raise his sword to defend.
Clang——
Bang bang——
The shadow of the sword falls madly on the blood weeping sword, and sparks are splashing around. Qishan's body is repulsed by the impact.
"Who is it?"
Qishan steadied himself and glared at the figure in the crowd.
Jiuqing and others all look at the crowd and subconsciously tell them that Zhao Xin is coming!
Suddenly!
Zhao Xin's feet revolted, and two small pits were blasted out of the bronze slabs at his feet. His body flashed, and he dashed up to Qishan with his sword.
"I'm your grandfather!"
As soon as the body of Shura's remnant sword was shocked, the dragon's chant was agitated, and a large area of green dragon's sword shadow roared to Qishan.
The sudden appearance of Zhao Xin surprised Qishan. Didn't he seal the air outlet completely?
Where did Zhao Xin come from?
However, Zhao Xin escaped by chance and dared to come to him. He really wanted to die.
"There's a way to heaven, you're not here, there's no way to hell, you break in."
"Today I'll show you what is the meaning of sword!"
Hum!
Qishan's body was shocked, and the bloody sword burst out a strong blood light. Countless blood light sword shadows rose to the sky and collided with the green dragon sword shadow.
With the collision of forces, the mysterious Qi surges, and the blood weeping sword bursts out a strange sword meaning, which instantly breaks the shadow of the green dragon sword.
"Sword spirit?"
Zhao Xin's heart sank. The strength just now is really the breath of sword spirit. The bloody sword in Qishan's hand is very strong!
With a fight, Zhao Xin knows that the blood sword is not easy to provoke.
And the sword spirit in the blood weeping sword is a mature sword spirit. It costs too much to cultivate a mature sword spirit.
If Qishan is the master of the blood weeping sword, Zhao Xin will definitely turn around and run.
However, Qishan is not the master of the blood weeping sword, but a puppet controlled by the blood weeping sword.
Facing a puppet, Zhao Xin will not run away.
"Hey, hey... Since you send me baby, then the sword in your hand is mine." Zhao Xin suddenly laughed.
instant.
The Shura remnant sword (the black iron remnant sword is renamed Shura remnant sword) moves. Zhao Xin's eyes are fierce, and a fierce sword spirit is released.
"Dugu Jiujian style: Green Dragon black riding sword breaking style!"
A movement, thousands of black riding Green Dragon Sword shadow.
"Since you've fallen into the trap, you'd better die with them!" Qishan said with a cold smile, with the bloody sword in hand, I have the most incisive posture in the world.
Hum!
instantaneous.
A startling blood burst out from the bloody sword, and the amazing power surged wildly.
This move is the move to defeat Sansheng.
Seeing this, Jiuqing's face changed greatly, and he yelled: "Zhao Xin, this move can't be resisted hard. Get out of the way!"
"Ha ha ha... Just remind now."
"It's late!"
Every time Qishan makes a move, he will give the strongest attack directly and never give the enemy a chance to breathe.
A sword strikes, with animation day blood.
The sword was ferocious and roared at Zhao Xin.
"Drink!"
"Shura spirit, give it to me!"
Zhao Xin's eyes were as angry as King Kong's, and as angry as lion king. In this moment, the heaven and the earth were turbulent, the void was destroyed and regenerated, and thousands of sword spirits formed a graceful sword spirit.
Small body virtual shadow is sending out more powerful than blood weeping sword.
At this moment, the blood weeping sword seemed to encounter a natural enemy. Its blood power suddenly decreased, and its body trembled with fear.
Shura remnant sword has a young sword spirit for a long time. Under the cultivation of Shura world spirit, it is directly promoted to grow up, and its power increases ten thousand times.
The sword spirit of Shura's remnant sword appears, which immediately arouses a terrible wave. Qishan looks at the sword spirit in disbelief and can't believe his eyes.
"You have mastered the spirit of Shura?"
"No! no It's impossible
"Jieling can only recognize one master in his life. You can't master Shura Jieling. It's impossible... Ah..."
Qishan was shocked and incoherent. His tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably.
At the moment when all the races saw the spirit of Shura's broken sword, they knelt down on the ground and bowed their heads.
When the Shura remnant sword was cut in the void, a sense of heaven shaking sword suddenly fell to Qishan.
Buzzing——
Buzzing——
The fierce sound of the sword continued to rage.
The bronze hall is completely immersed in the center of a violent Xuanqi, and all the power of Xianxuan is controlled and mobilized by Zhao Xin's breath.
"Void chop!"
Ten thousand swords return to one, ten thousand swords return to one!
Dugu Qiubai's face suddenly changed: "I didn't expect that I had mastered the ultimate meaning of Dugu Jiujian."
Qishan's face changed greatly. As soon as the sword spirit came out, Zhao Xin's strength was beyond his medical treatment. Even if he held the first sword of the immortal weapon, he did not dare to resist the blow and mobilized all his strength to defend.
Boom——
Boom——
There's a boom in the void.
The hollow chopper fell in an instant, Qi Shan's body suddenly sank, the floor under his feet suddenly broke, cracked and sank for tens of meters, and the bronze stone plate was destroyed inch by inch by the sword spirit.
Zhao Xin's figure flashed, and he came to the top of the mountain, and the Shura sword suddenly went down.
At this moment.
Ten thousand swords sing in unison, and the energy of the sword is powerful.
At this moment, everyone seems to be in the world of sword.
"Don't you want me to see your true meaning of the sword?"
With a roar, Zhao Xin suddenly put away the remnant sword of Shura. The shadow of the sword disappeared all over the sky, and the power of void cutting also disappeared. Qi Shan felt relieved.
However
"Silver dragon war!"
"Silver Dragon dominates the sky!"
"Cold!"
Zhao Xin shakes with one hand, and the silver dragon falls into his hand. His body flashes, and the cold end of the gun bursts out. The roar of the silver dragon and Zhao Xin's roar are intertwined and superimposed.
In midair.
Zhao Xin came like a god of death, and the state of Shura's law attached to Zhao Xin really looked like a god of death.
One shot down!
Buzzing——
Heaven and earth sing together, and the bronze hall erupts with terrible power.
Boom——
Qi Shan's whole body split countless bloodstains. The blood flowed down the wound and gathered in the big pit under his feet to form a blood pit.
Zhao Xin's body fell beside the big pit, looking at the Qishan mountain lying in the blood pit with the last trace of blood left.
The eyebrow sank: "it's up to you to beat the sage Yunru like this. I'll sentence you to death on this charge alone."
"Silver Dragon Dance!"
Silver dragon war condenses a silver dragon, which roars and rushes to Qishan.