Chapter 134

Chen xinglie raised his hand to hold the sword handle.

At this moment, the clouds were blooming after the snow, and the setting sun poured into Qingyun city in the afternoon, shining on Chen xinglie like a layer of golden light. In this icy and snowy land, Chen xinglie's slender figure was outlined more upright and proud.

Hum

The sword sounded.

It was not until this time that Lin Daoyuan, who was not far away from home, and several experts from northern Xinjiang, found that the sword was shaking gently.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, Lin Daoyuan and others should have discovered the change of big sword earlier.

But now the Qingyun city is shrouded in the realm of xuanming Dharma.

The Qi and blood of martial arts in people's bodies are all frozen, and the channels are full of dark cold. The whole body is numb. The reaction ability is far inferior to that of the past, or even to ordinary people who have not practiced martial arts.

After a few more eyes, all the people found that there was a kind of implication that engulfed mountains and rivers. It grew from the big sword in Chen xinglie's hand and slowly spread out.

Then, on the snow covered street, a layer of red halo floated, and quickly converged towards Chen xinglie's sword.

On the Dagao sword, thunderbolt!

On both sides of the sword edge, there are mysterious patterns of the sun and the moon moving, the stars flowing, the birth and death of the universe. The earth, water, wind and fire are rolling endlessly. There is a column of obscure inscriptions on the broad and thick sword ridge.

Daewoo Hongmeng All treasures Sword town

There are eight in total, intermittently, not connected together, obviously there are many missing words in the middle.

The inscriptions flash away.

The wind and snow filled with blood, in this moment, nothing.

The people around were staring at the blade of the sword, trying to see the handwriting on the sword clearly. However, because of the martial arts Qi and blood being blocked, their eyesight was not as good as before. How could they see it clearly in a short time?

The light of the big sword dissipated, and it was restored to its normal appearance.

However, Chen xinglie remembered that in addition to killing the enemy, the last time the sword evolved, he also used hundreds of fine weapons to sacrifice.

Kill life and raise sword!

Weapons sacrifice!

Both are indispensable.

Chen xinglie pulled out his sword and walked to Ning fenghan.

Although the northern halberd fairy has been killed, the halberd painted in the sky is still standing in the snow.

The weapons of land immortals must be extraordinary.

Click!

Chen xinglie holds the halberd pole and pulls out the halberd from the snow. After careful observation, he can see that there is a faint flow of precious light in the halberd. When the precious lights gather together, it is actually breeding a subtle electric current, which is as small as a spider's web. When he reaches out and touches it, he feels a tingle of electric shock.

"Good weapons."

Chen xinglie studied the halberd in his hand and surmised what grade of weapon it was.

There is no need for Chen xinglie to think about it. Lin Daoyuan has already rushed to explain: "Ning fenghan's Fangtian painting halberd, named dragon blood halberd, belongs to the lower level of heaven. It's rare in the world. It's just a little worse than the Wanli sad autumn sword in my hand."

Dragon blood halberd?

With a cold smile, Chen xinglie asked, "did this painting halberd really kill dragons?"

Lin Daoyuan bowed his hands in a low posture and replied, "although Ning fenghan is a land God, where can he kill a real dragon. When Ning fenghan was casting this drawing halberd, he used some blood essence from experts in the Dragon realm to quench the drawing halberd. Therefore, the name of dragon blood halberd came into being. "

There are four kinds of secret treasures in the world, each of which can be divided into three grades.

The secret treasure of Tianjie is rare in the world.

Chen xinglie originally thought that he would sacrifice the square heaven halberd to the big sword, but now he was reluctant to give up. He thought to himself, "when the sword is promoted to several levels, then the dragon blood halberd will be sacrificed to the sword, and then the best use of the material will be achieved. It would be a waste to sacrifice now. "

After reading this, Chen xinglie put the dragon's blood halberd into his sleeve, and then looked at the snow in the street. A sigh of regret appeared in his eyes.

In the snow, there are dozens of Northern Xinjiang masters buried.

In martial arts, most people can use weapons, and few people break into the world with bare hands with a pair of fists.

In this world of martial arts, the strong are respected. It is inevitable that they will fight against the people's Congress. If others use weapons, they will only use a pair of fists to resist the sword with their flesh and blood. Isn't it a fool?

These people must be armed.

After the ice sculpture was broken, the objects carried by these people must have been buried in the snow.

Of course, there is also a possibility that the things on the people have been stolen by several northern Xinjiang masters who broke the ice sculptures.

If so

Chen xinglie doesn't mind killing these people.

However, such a thing is unlikely.

Most things are still in the snow.

"Is this the legendary wave of fat?"

It is not the first time that Chen xinglie sweeps the snow in the street and prepares to clean up the battlefield.As for whether the style will be lowered and the status will be lost after doing so?

Chen xinglie doesn't care at all.

The big devil goes his own way, why care about other people's ideas!

Chen xinglie put the sword into his sleeve and prepared to search for it.

But Lin Daoyuan came over and said, "Ning fenghan must have other extraordinary things besides the dragon blood halberd. He is a land immortal and is not comparable to ordinary martial arts people."

Chen xinglie gazed at Lin Daoyuan with great interest and asked, "what does Lord Lin mean by this?"

Lin Daoyuan said with a smile: "Ning Feng is dead and his bones are cold. If you feel it on this person, it's hard to avoid some bad luck. It's better to let me do it for you. "

Chen xinglie nodded.

Lin Daoyuan went forward and broke the ice on Ning fenghan with his sword of mourning autumn. Then he went up and down and touched Ning Feng's body

Chen xinglie can't help but think of the heroic brothers.

Lin Daoyuan's words and deeds are similar to those of heroes and heroines

If Shang qingkong, the peak of land immortals, knows that her sword of sorrow for autumn has been used by Lin Daoyuan to touch her corpse, I don't know how she feels.

Lin Daoyuan is highly efficient in touching corpses.

Soon, he took a bracelet like storage treasure from Ning Feng Han's wrist, and then put some fragmentary objects from Ning Feng Han's hands into the bracelet.

"I'm lucky to live up to my life!"

Lin Daoyuan smiles and hands the bracelet to Chen xinglie.

The patriarch of Tushan clan was reduced to this place.

Chen xinglie felt that the man was really disgusting. He could not help but feel a chill. He was too lazy to pick him up. He just waved to Li Qinglian.

The little maid came over, angrily took the bracelet from Lin Daoyuan's hand, and then returned to Chen xinglie's back, staring at Lin Daoyuan with hatred.

Although she is no longer a disciple of Tushan sect, she still thinks about her school. Now, seeing Lin Daoyuan's actions, she only feels that Lin Daoyuan's face has been completely wiped out by Lin Daoyuan.

Li Qinglian is deeply ashamed!

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