Chapter 239

"Go With a low roar, fan Tianshou took Fang Jing and carried an ancient coffin as heavy as a mountain. He almost exhausted all his spiritual power before he stepped out.

All of a sudden, the great array of ten thousand swords was detonated and sent out a terrible light. On the top of the palace, the immortal swords were revived and clanked.

Whew!

A sword suddenly stretched straight, sent out a cold light, breathed out the sword gas, fell from the sky, hit to Sanshou.

Ding, the sword hit the ancient coffin and sent out a large spark, but it was blocked.

Brahma's face was ferocious. His muscles were all over his body, and his meridians swelled up, revealing outside his body. But carrying the ancient coffin, he was able to keep all the swords out of his body, so that he would not be hurt.

Duozhi xiaotianwang also moved and urged the most precious weapon. It was a huge mountain and river bottle, suspended above his head. The mouth of the bottle overflowed the vast fog and fell down like a curtain of water, protecting him from invasion. With his current strength, it will cost a lot of divine power to activate the most precious weapon. But in order to spend the ten thousand sword battle, I don't care any more.

Everyone is moving forward, only Meng Xuan and others are left.

"We can't. let's get out." Huangfuying said.

Meng Xuan's DaoHai glowed, and the divine power in his body continuously poured into his flesh and blood, reviving the Inscriptions: "wait a minute, it will be ready soon."

His body glowed and his skin became dark gold, just like gold casting. In the end, his whole body was full of gold, and an earth shaking momentum rose from his body. The light in his eyes cracked like the sun, shining to the extreme.

"All right." Meng Xuan said in a low voice, the power of exclusion burst out, forming a field in front of him, which enveloped huangfuying.

"Go." Meng Xuan took a few people to step out.

With his step, hundreds of immortal swords were revived on his head. The swords were blaring, their Qi was surging, and the cold light was shining. Whew, whew, all shot at Meng Xuan, penetrating the void.

But hundreds of immortal swords were thrown away at the moment of approaching Meng Xuan!

Yu you's eyes are startled. What kind of power is it? It's hard to get close to the immortal sword? Meng Xuan's speed is very fast, this kind of repulsive force, can't erupt for a long time, the consumption of divine power is very terrible.

He was very fast and went all the way to the front.

Van Tien Shou is struggling to move forward, suddenly felt the breath of the rear, looking back, suddenly dull.

In the vast fog, Meng Xuan came with a few people. I didn't see him exert any magic power, but those immortal swords were bounced away when they were close to him. It was hard to get close to him!

"What kind of magic power is this?" Fantianshou was stunned.

Whew, the sword fell like rain, but it was thrown away and scattered all over the ground. When Meng xuanlu was too much by his side, his body suddenly tilted, and he felt a wave like impact on him!

It's a repulsive force!

He was even bumped by Meng Xuan and almost fell to the ground.

"You want to die?" Duozhi xiaotianwang is tall and full of evil spirit. He looks at Meng Xuan in a gloomy way.

"Yes." Meng Xuan bared his white teeth and laughed brilliantly. A bad premonition rose in the heart of the wise little heavenly king.

Sure enough, Meng Xuan went to the little king and put his foot on him: "I will seek death, I will seek death!"

That foot contains a huge force, all of a sudden will be more intelligent kick of kneel on the ground, even the mouth of the bottle almost fell!

But the mountain and river bottle was so powerful that it was hard for these swords to get close to him. He couldn't get rid of himself for a moment. He half knelt on the ground and let Meng Xuan kick him.

"You wait." What a cold face.

"I'm so scared!" Meng Xuan once again kicked a foot, kick in his face, "what thing, kick to death you, kick to death you."

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. It's just a pity that they have the divine power to add to their body. It's hard to cut his defense and kill him. After kicking hundreds of feet, Meng Xuan bared his white teeth and looked at fan Tianshou: "master fan, it's a coincidence that we meet again."

As soon as the color of his face changed, he saw Meng Xuan's intention. He said darkly, "Meng Xuan, you'd better not come here."

Fang Jing drank: "Meng Xuan, what are you doing?"

Meng Xuan walks over and kicks fan Tianshou's ass with a bang. He kicks him forward and almost lies on the ground.

"Meng Xuan!" Fantianshou roared.

"You hit me!" Meng Xuan approached, the repulsive force suddenly affected the ancient coffin he was carrying, and almost slipped down from his back.

"Call you crazy, call you crazy." Meng Xuan raised his foot and kicked him. Even stepped on his face, to the end, his face is shoe prints.

Another hundred feet, Meng Xuan stretched out: "it's so cool."

Fantianshou got up, carried the ancient coffin on his back, and his face was covered with Meng Xuan's shoes.

"How are you, Mr. van?" Fang Jing quickly picked up the next fan Tianshou.

Fantianshou just stares at Mengxuan coldly: "Mengxuan, I hope you don't fall into my hands."

At the same time, he was shocked. The power of Meng Xuan was terrible and strange. It is very similar to the power on Tiandi Cishan, but different.

"Come on, let's go." Huangfuying is afraid of Fang Jing's accident and advises Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan nodded and quickly walked forward. In the vast fog, several figures appear one after another. The man with an umbrella floats in the night, and Yue Mutian carries a huge mountain.

He also saw a very powerful young supreme, wearing brocade clothes and Chinese clothes, very luxurious. He had seen this man. He was the grandson of the three elders of the ancient sect of split heaven when he killed Qin Shang!

He was wet with sweat, holding a bronze lamp in his hands and gathering on his head. There was a candle burning on it, which sent out a light curtain and stopped the sword gas. It can be seen that he is very hard to hold the lamp, and his arms are shaking.

The further you go, the more swords you have. In the end, the flying sword landed like rain. In the void, there are flying swords everywhere.

In the vast fog, several figures sensed Meng Xuan in the rear, and Qi Qi turned back. Then everyone's pupils are contracting violently.

Among the ten thousand swords, Meng Xuan, with his hands on his back, walked calmly and took a few people with him. All the flying swords, when they were close to him, were thrown away and even shot down on the ground.

Buzzing, buzzing, several people's precious tools have been disturbed, they want to be pushed away!

"Who is he?" In the vast fog, a bunch of eyes penetrated the void and fell on Meng Xuan. He was very shocked. If you don't use the most precious tools, you can walk in the courtyard, like walking in the swords. How on earth did he do it?

"Meng Xuan!" The young supreme of the ancient religion of split heaven opened his mouth, and his eyes were crackling with cold electricity.

"Who are you?" Meng Xuan tilted his neck, went forward, and suddenly poured the divine power into the inscription. All of a sudden, a force of exclusion five or six times stronger than before burst out, impacting on Hu Lin of the ancient religion of split heaven.

With a bang, the bronze lamp in Hu Lin's hand almost couldn't hold, and he was about to fly out. He tilted and hit the wall.

Whew, whew, the flying sword almost pierced him!

But with a low drink, he suddenly urged the divine power, tightly grasped the copper lamp in his hand, and looked at Meng Xuan with a murderous face: "Meng Xuan, I will kill you!"

Meng Xuan looked at him with a sneer: "I'll wait for you to kill me!"

He then looked at the man holding the umbrella and walked quickly to Luofu night. It is this person, when he just came to taixuanmi, he sent out an eye light and pierced his shoulder.

His repulsive force is surging wildly again, close to this person. All of a sudden, his treasure almost flew out. Meng Xuan went up and punched him. The repulsive force acted on him again, and all of a sudden he flew out.

Hum!

He snorted, and a sword flew through his shoulder and nailed him to the wall. He pulled out his flying sword, opened his umbrella and said calmly, "do you know who I am? I'm xieyue cave, giant spirit cave, Luofu night

Just then, the earth suddenly vibrated, and a silver torrent appeared behind!

If you look at it carefully, what is the silver torrent? It is clearly composed of flying swords. Silver light, such as the river burst, roaring, rushed to the crowd!

Everyone's face changed, and even several people hiding in the vast fog were very frightened.

"Ten thousand swords, let's go!"

"It's not sure that the most precious weapon can stop it. Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

All the people burst out the breath of the sky, took the pills, tried their best, and ran forward. Fantianshou growled and roared wildly. There was a big medicine in his hand. It was lightning wood that swallowed it. Suddenly, he speeded up several times, with Fang Jing, rushed forward.

But Fang Jing took a long time to get out of the shadow of his ancient coffin.

"Mr. van, help me!" Fang Jing shouts, she is lying on the ground and dare not move.

Fantianshou drank: "who can take care of you, live and die on your own!"

Fang Jing screamed and looked at Meng Xuan, shouting: "Mr. Meng, help me, sister Ying, help me, I don't want to die!"

There was despair in her eyes, lying there, the silver torrent getting closer and closer to her.

Meng Xuan turned around and said coldly, "who else has air traffic control? You're going to die by yourself."

Finish saying, take a few people, also is fast forward to rush. Fang Jing was drowned by the silver torrent, and made a shrill scream, and finally disappeared.

Huang Fu Ying's face turned intolerant. She looked at Meng Xuan, but didn't say anything.

Several young supremacies took out their unique skills of pressing the bottom of the box one after another. Their accomplishments broke out constantly, and they rushed to the front and disappeared in the vast fog. A few people are extremely distressed. If they take a little of this kind of medicine, they will not use it. It is not a crisis of life and death.

By comparison, Meng Xuan's speed is slow.

Several people broke away from wanjianling. Looking back, Meng Xuan was engulfed by the silver torrent.

"Hey, hey, are you dead?" Fantianshou is out of breath.