Chapter 675

The broken palm looked at his face in amazement, and felt very incredible. He is about to die, but he has nothing, still looking at himself.

And he had a bad feeling. He is half dead now. What does this man want to do?

"What do you want to do?" He asked, his body soft, like mud. In the palm of his hand, there was a face, which was an old man, looking at Meng Xuan in amazement.

"What for?" Meng Xuan laughed, then raised his foot, stamped it in the palm of his hand and stepped on the face.

"Step on you." Meng Xuan said.

If people are struck by lightning, this man is too fierce. That's a fairy king. Now you step on him.

"You want to die!" He was angry and wanted to fight, but his body was soft.

"Swallowing too much Kurong incense, you can't do anything for half an hour. Do you still threaten me?" Meng Xuan said with a smile, raised his foot again and stepped on it fiercely.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

Angel and others a daze, a God constantly stepping on a fairy king, the world is too crazy.

Broken palm constantly screamed: "don't step on the face, don't step on it."

His big hand was almost deformed, but Meng Xuan didn't stop. He stepped on it for half a quarter of an hour. To the end, he just panted to stop, squatting beside the broken palm, fiddling with him: "say, where is the sea flower."

All the broken palms were trampled, and all the mud was in the palm.

"Not really?" Meng Xuan stood up and stepped on his feet again.

Broken palm finally reacted, staring at Meng Xuan indifferently: "you are not afraid that I recover to kill you?"

Meng Xuan didn't care, but stroked his shoulder length wound. At first sight, it was cut off by the sword. It had healed, but it was still very fragile.

"The star picker Jiang ju'an was once very humble. It is said that the star who was going to pick the sword tomb base was cut off by the moye sword. Is your wound cut by moye's sword? " Meng Xuan pretended to be unconscious and said, "although you are psychic, I don't know if you can still bear moye sword?"

The broken palm is frightening. He is channeling again. He doesn't know who Jiang Juan is. But even if he became the Immortal King, he was still afraid of four words - moye sword.

He looked at Meng Xuan and asked in a deep voice, "who are you?"

Meng Xuan did not answer him, as if to himself: "after the moye sword rushed out of the sword tomb, it disappeared, as if it had been taken away by the star picking hand. This is Jiang Xu. It should be Jiang ju'an's ashram. Do you think the moye sword is in the Jiangxu

"No!" The broken palm is really scared, because as Meng Xuan said, the moye sword is in the Jiangxu! He once looked at it from a distance. Although the sword was very ordinary, the evil spirit was too terrible, and it was his nemesis!

"Fanhaihua is in the underground palace. Take it and go quickly." Duanzhang said, "but there's a big battle in it. If you want to pass, you'll die. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Meng Xuan laughs, then pulls up AI Qi'er and says, "let's go, look for Fanhai flower."

AI Qi Er stares at Meng Xuan carefully, this person is too mysterious, seem to know everything.

The projection gradually dissipated, and the outside world could no longer see what was happening here. But the outside world is quiet, just that scene is too strange. For a moment, the whole Starry Sea knew that there was a man who was not easy to be provoked, and even the Immortal King was defeated.

There is a huge underground palace below, in which the broken palm has nothing to do.

The underground palace is very clean, but it's very big. In the center of the underground palace, there was a corpse sitting with his knees crossed. The face of the corpse was very young, only in his twenties, but there was no divine power in his body. The most amazing thing is that on his Tianluo cover grew a bowl size white God flower, a total of eight petals.

That's fanhaihua.

"Medicine corpse." Meng Xuan said to himself.

Angel is a cold, fanhaihua is a person's head knot out, if she got always feel tired of very crooked.

Over the head of the corpse, there was a rusty iron sword, which was broken. It was no surprise. It was also stained with dark black blood. As soon as I got close, I felt the evil spirit coming from the sea.

Angel's face turned pale, and many visions appeared before her eyes. She saw the golden iron horse, a large black area, rushing towards her. She saw countless corpses gathered around her. She also saw a fairy king, who was cut off by the short sword and died miserably.

"Moye." Meng Xuan said to himself quietly.

There are ten famous swords in the tomb. Every bite is amazing in the three realms. It has the highest prestige. It's Xuanyuan sword and Ganjiang sword. And moye sword is one of them, the main attack. Jiang Juan, the star picker, attacked Jianzhong and almost destroyed it. At the last moment, moye sword revives, rushes out and cuts off the hand of star picking. But Jiang Juan, the star picker, is also a fierce man. He robbed moye sword with his broken arm, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Unexpectedly, the star picker came to Qixia swamp and founded Jiangxu.

What about Jiang Juan people?

"I'll help you pick the sea flowers, and then you go your way, I'll cross my log bridge." Meng Xuan said.

AI Qi Er said: "there is a killing array here, especially the iron sword. It's not easy to provoke."

"Nothing." Meng Xuan says, stepped one step, rushed toward medicine corpse. Just after taking a step, the iron sword moved. Whew, whew, whew. It was just a slight shock, suddenly, thousands of strands of sword gas burst out.

Meng Xuan had a silver sword in his hand, which was congenital Xuangang. Once abandoned the statue of the king of immortals dedicated to their own. Congenital Xuangang is not a sword, but a kind of sword spirit, or sword Qi, which is not a visible body.

A lot of silver sword Qi was separated from the congenial Xuangang. Suddenly, this place turned into a sea of sword Qi.

Two different kinds of sword Qi collided together and broke out a sonorous sound in the void. Meng Xuan walked over, and suddenly, countless strands of sword moved and rushed to Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan offered his own defense, but several sword Qi instantly penetrated his defense and pierced his chest.

"The legend is true. The sword Qi of moye sword can ignore the defensive vigorous Qi." Meng Xuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a bright light appeared in his eyes. He was more determined to get the sword.

But if you want to accept the moye sword, you have to accept the pain of ten thousand swords penetrating the heart.

"Come back, I don't want to turn the sea." She said, trembling in her heart.

Because just in a moment, Meng Xuan's body was pierced by more than a dozen blood holes, gurgling out blood.

Meng Xuan turned back and said with a brilliant smile, "I can't go back on what I promised you."