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Since you dare to come, should I be afraid of you? Ling Du coldly stared at the group of people surrounding her. It was really hard for them, to be able to live in peace with their enemies for a day and a night. If it was Purple Frost, she definitely wouldn't be able to do it.

At this moment, when he thought of that crazy woman, Ling Du felt speechless towards him.

"The dragon clan is preparing to end the battle as soon as possible. They began with more than a dozen people who surrounded the spirit beasts." Summon your Spirit Communication Spirit Beast. " A thirty-year-old swordmaster of the dragon clan was talking casually. They were determined to strangle Ling Jun. But they could not leave behind a reputation for bullying.

If one wanted to kill them, the dragon race could not lose face. If he summoned the Ancient God of Death, it would be instantly destroyed by the hidden Saints. If you can't summon them out, then you are looking down on us ten or so Swordmasters. You deserve to be killed.

Thump, thump, thump. Everyone immediately made room for them to back up thirty meters. He's the infuriated Ling Jun who came in? The black barbarian that summoned the Battle-Ancestor?

You want to borrow a knife to kill someone? Ling Jun dusted off his clothes. "All of you, come at me together." He spoke very calmly. It was already the time to establish his might. If he didn't act now, his reputation would be ruined by those opportunistic people. When that happens, it would be disastrous. After a month of recovery and a month of cultivation, he was already infinitely close to mastering his swordsmanship. There wasn't much of a problem dealing with the twelve in front of him.

Wow, each of us will fight twelve, which one is a human, it's twelve dragons. If you dare to guarantee it, you won't be able to get out alive even if you kill any of them. This was the dragon's lair and phoenix nest. Hehe, fight, we like it!

The twelve Dragon Clan members moved in unison. Swoosh swoosh swoosh. Their longswords, magic staffs, and machetes all flashed out.

Whoosh! Whoosh! The Dragon Clan disciple didn't move. There was one more person in the circle of battle. A black robe covered his body as he stood in a valiant posture. He faced the agile figure and slowly moved his hat back to cover his head. A handsome face. However, his face was as hard as steel and his eyes as cold as frost.

Some people had stolen the dragon clan's limelight, but none of them dared to make a sound. Clearly, this was their second time being ignored. Anger, buried deep in the heart, burns itself. There was a cry of pain that dared not to speak.

Who the person was, perhaps only Spirit would not know. The Mizar List recorded all the experts in the world. The young man in black was Wu Zun, the semi-sect swordsman who was also known as Hei Yu. He was ranked third on the Ranking of Scholars. Wu Zun brandished his sword, the rain of blood. The reason why they called him Black Rain was because Red Rain was the first and second place holder of the two titles, Blood Rain. Third, he could only take his clothes and be named after them.

[Shining Light, Rain, Sword Finger, Yuheng]. It was not an exaggeration to say that Red Rain had already challenged the top ten rankers. Although she had been defeated, the other side no longer had the strength to kill him. What kind of concept was this? A swordmaster was one of the top ten swordsmen in the sect! The terror of the three rain could be seen. These were all abnormal existences.

It was only natural for him to be ignored by such a monster. "To be targeted by such a monster, that is a proud nightmare." I really want to know if you can summon our Battle Ancestor. " The handsome man's goal was very clear.

Hong, Ling Jun's strength instantly obtained the approval of everyone, because the black rain challenged him. The sad dragon race had to suppress their anger again. His "Brilliant" achievements were already well-known, but now he had gained another joke. Dragon race, what kind of evil did you create?

Well, that's a good reason. Ling Jun decisively replied, "You won't be able to see it today."

Arrogant, arrogant, courting death.

The black rain said no more and drew its sword without a sound. The blood was already beginning to flow, waiting to break out of his body. His soul was already trembling as it experienced a berserk destruction. The battlefield had expanded tenfold. All the onlookers who were over a hundred zhang away were pressing their strength against their feet as they prepared to dodge at any moment.

Ling Jun stood with his spear in hand, his silver white spear, his snow-white clothes, and his sickly white skin. He was in stark contrast to Black Robe and the Black Sword's Wu Zun.

Black Rain was slightly moved. "Is this the divine weapon used in the appearance of the Icegate Pass?" he asked himself silently.

"Black Flame!" Ling Jun was also quite surprised that the sword in the man's hand was the same as the black flame. The Black Scorching Sword had been hanging in the air for thousands of years, so it was reasonable for it to be copied. But why did he feel so uneasy? His intuition told him that this sword had a great relationship with him.

When two people who had their sights set on the peak of the Sword Dao met, there was no reason for them to fight. By the time they saw the weapons of both sides, they had no choice but to give up.

With sword in hand, he charged forward. With the gun in his hand, he wanted to kill the enemy. The savageness of the black rain. The battle between the two extremists seemed to ignore everything in the world.

The black rain sword shook the mountains, and the spirit energy revolved around the universe. Silver light black shadows crisscrossed each other. The sword danced with the heart, the spear swung at will. Pull the bayonet, it was all moving.

"Mai Kai." The black sword danced around him as it bloomed with the world's ink flowers. With a simple shake of his body, layers of air currents burst out like the blossoming of a plum blossom. It was fury. It was rage. As the petals opened, the air of resentment that soared to the skies became denser and denser. This strike had a soul.

"Xue Wu." Black Rain's attacks might not be the same. The gigantic blossoming flower of sword Qi looked as though it had met with an east wind. The petals of the sword Qi fluttered like snow. The heaven and earth became murderous. Anger had already transformed into endless killing intent that seeped into not a single piece of broken flower petal. The sword was alive.

His left hand pointed upwards, his right hand pointed downwards, and his two hands joined forces as he roared, "Hongtian!" Bang! Bang! Bang! The rocks around him exploded. The shattered rocks swirled up in a formation. The spirits within all became illusions. Bang, bang, bang. The stones shattered again, forming illusions together with the spirits.

No, it was not a mirage. It was as if the rocks had congealed together once again. That's right, true essence stones had all been shattered and reformed by the spirit attack. "They formed a huge rock ball and wrapped around him." "Explode!"

Boom! The rocks exploded. The flower of sword Qi turned into true energy like the dance of snow. It rushed out in all directions and became silent.

Plum open the sun, moon shatter, snow dance for a long time.

Red from the heart of the incense, dust and proud world.

The Proud Snow Saint of the Wanmei Mountain created the Four Swords of the Plum Blossom by comparing the Plum Blossom with the Plum Blossom. His original intention was to fight against the Heavens and leave the Plum Blossom to remain the Plum Blossom. How could she be born lonely? As soon as the bitter cold intent was infused into her, it began to circulate madly before finally taking shape. Plum Blossom, Snow Dance, Red Desolation, the Four Absolute Sword of Return.

The four swords were combined into one. The sky and the earth became desolate. Love, pity, pity, had turned into endless hatred. She hated the destruction of the sun and the moon, and the snow falling from the sky. At this moment, she only wanted to destroy the heavens and the earth.

One sword slashed through the air, and the clouds dispersed. The earth was cracked, the river was broken, and she went away on a cloud, no longer looking at May, no longer dancing.

The Thousand Plum Mountain disappeared, and the Exalted Snow Sage soared into the sky. The only ones left behind were an unrivalled legend and those four astonishing swords.

The Four Swords of Elegy was a dance of the lonely, a wild song of the hateful. Of course, it was also an unparalleled masterpiece by a peerless genius.

The Spirit had done the third sword for Black Rain in its own way, even though he had no sword but a spear.

Boom! Boom! The inharmonious' three swords' collided with each other and wreaked havoc on the battlefield. The clash of swords and spears caused both the spirit and the black rain to rain down. However, when competing with their true strength, the Qi released by the two of them was no less than the raging force.

The two sides once more collided, and the two sides were forced to retreat from each other. After a brief retreat, the two once again charged forward to attack.