Chapter 168： Roll first

"Why no one told me..." Yun Zhonghe finally asked this sentence.

After seeing Zhu Minglang's sword, Yun Zhonghe realized how naive his swordsmanship was.

Each of his swords is magnificent.

Every one of his moves is full of turbulent waves.

There were so many disciples on the Tomb Hill of the Ninth Army, and hundreds of dragon beasts with master level strength were actually blocked by Zhu Minglang alone. Up to now, no one has stood at the same highest point as Zhu Minglang.

As the hall master of the Sword Sect of Mount Yao, Wu Feng's expression of astonishment on his face at the moment is no less than that of Yunzhonghe.

In fact, after seeing this scene, what he wanted to do was to fly back to the Sword Sect in Yaoshan, and then waking up the old Sword Sovereign who was pretending to sleep, and asked loudly: Why has no one ever told him that the Sword Falling Formation is Swordsmanship! !

Yes, as the hall master, Wu Feng didn't know about it either.

Only seeing Zhu Minglang display the sword and falling sword technique, his inner shock was no less than Yun Zhonghe.

"He has the fifth and sixth swords!" Wu Feng was heartbroken, but he was unwilling to look away from Zhu Minglang.

At this moment, Zhu Minglang swung the fifth and sixth swords, both of which were used at the same time.

It's a twin sword!

One thunder, one fire.

The thunder sword danced like a group of thunder, and the two dragon kings who thundered Huo Shangjun retreated steadily.

The sword of fire erupted like a volcano, causing the emperor's young gang and the dragon shepherds to burn into pain.

The seventh sword, Zhu Minglang pointed to Wen Mengru.

Wen Mengru was already very close to him. The chief disciple of the Mianshan Sword Sect was also a monarch-level cultivation base, and her strength was far beyond that of the group of forces under the mountain.

She is also one of the few people who can survive Zhu Minglang's six swords.

Of course, it was not that she resisted Zhu Minglang's six swords, but Zhu Minglang's six swords were directed at people who were unwilling to get out of the Ninth Army Tomb Mountain. There were nearly a hundred people, and there were even more dragons and beasts!

Wen Mengru's eyes were sharp, her swordsmanship was fast and ruthless, and it was she who broke through the remaining gossip qi mark in front of Zhu Minglang and fought head-on.

Zhu Minglang took advantage of the situation to hit the seventh sword, that sword has terrible penetration power, and the speed of the sword is as fast as lightning!

"Huh!"

Wen Mengru reacted quickly, she saw Zhu Minglang's angle of action.

She immediately crossed the sword and resisted with the hard back of the sword.

The back of the sword was not deviated or slanted, just blocking the tip of Zhu Minglang's sword, Wen Mengru finally squeezed a smile on his pale cheeks.

She will turn the defense into an offensive at the moment when Zhu Minglang's palm is injured by her sword back!

She swung around, intending to avoid the stamina of Zhu Minglang's sword. When she stretched out her arms and wanted to use Yuehua Slash, her whole body suddenly collapsed, like a dancer in a gorgeous dance. Suddenly fainted and passed out like that...

The decapitation stopped in the middle.

Wen Mengru couldn't stand still. He knelt down on the ground a little bit, unable to raise his arms.

She glanced at her hand, there was a hole in her arm, and blood poured out from the hole.

At the same time, Wen Mengru saw from the corner, there was also a hole on the fascinating wall in the distance. This hole made the thousands of people on the fascinated wall panic and fleeing!

From here to the lost wall, it's half a city...

Wen Mengru held the sword in his hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

But her arms began to lose consciousness. She raised her eyes and stared at Zhu Minglang in front of her, her eyes full of unwillingness and a bit of disbelief!

Last time they actually played face to face, Zhu Minglang defeated her with three moves.

This time...

Is it just a sword?

Obviously there is not much difference between the cultivation bases, even if Zhu Minglang has the cultivation base of the sword spirit dragon at this moment, his cultivation base has not reached the upper monarch level, why can he crush the same cultivation base like this? ?

Is this the Sword Realm? ?

A few realms in the end! !

Wen Mengru was bitter, but in the end he still didn't figure it out.

This is the seventh sword.

Only Wen Mengru attacked.

It was just the hole in Wen Mengru's arm that made it difficult for her to swing the sword.

She realized that she was too close to Zhu Minglang, and if she kept her distance, she could still have a chance to deal with it.

Close fencing, full swing, will win.

...

Zhu Minglang has already displayed the seventh sword of the Sword Falling Sword Art at this moment, and Nan Lingsha takes it seriously.

Every sword of his is thrilling, and every sword is memorable.

"It's a bit rusty, now I can only use seven swords at most." Zhu Minglang took a calm breath and adjusted his breath slightly.

However, when he adjusted his breath, a large area of ​​dragon shepherds and gods and mortals had already fallen on the slopes of the Mausoleum Mountain. Some of them were even paralyzed in the black mud like dead people, motionless.

However, none of them had any overly fatal wounds. Zhu Minglang's first six swords were baptisms of a huge range of swordsmanship, mainly to let all of them retreat, not to kill.

Fainted, foaming at the mouth, frightened, and loose bones...

This sweep made those who wandered around the Tomb of the Nine Army finally realized the disparity in strength, no matter how attractive the brocade box, they also lost their will to fight.

Of course, that frustration is the most painful.

All of them are disciples, and they are all younger generations.

Why can he crush so many people alone.

They are all cultivators, and Zhu Minglang seems to be heroes on the battlefield. All of them are just ordinary pawns. This kind of taste of being one enemy and one hundred will spread in the bottom of my heart and destroy them severely. A firm and stubborn heart for cultivation!

"I chose to go, everyone?" At this moment, the few children who first met Zhu Minglang in Shicheng said.

At that time they were still competing with Wu Zong's little disciples for the deed of Runyu City.

After seeing the power of Bingchen Bailong, they immediately turned and fled, which was considered a disaster.

And this time I took advantage of the chaos and entered the tomb of the Ninth Army. I just wanted to try my luck.

When they saw a large group of people rushing to the Mausoleum Mountain, they thought that some baby had come to the world, and they ran up the hill purely because of a curiosity trend.

With so many people and so many dragons, they didn't feel anything to be afraid of.

How can I know it would be such a scene.

The last time I rolled, I was still a little bit unwilling.

This time they rolled in a sense of relief, and even because they were slow to go up, they got farther away. They were hurt far less than the group of people higher up on the hillside, and they were so lucky.

However, where Zhu Minglang can see, they dare not wait for a moment!

Many people are not reconciled.

What can you do if you are not reconciled.

This is no longer a battlefield where their little characters can stay.

What's more, Wen Mengru, the chief of Mianshan Jianzong, as a monarch level cultivation base, hasn't he also lost? ?