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In the palace, Qingyang lost all his hair. He came out of the furnace and whispered to the old man, "thank you! I'll leave it to me next

In the years of confusion, although we can't see clearly, we can always feel something, such as the old man's pouring on him.

This is a great favor, using Yin and Yang infinity to suppress the curse for him.

Although the effect is not big, but he is short awake.

Wujizong?

There are many memories in his consciousness, which are all about the old man. Although incomplete, they are enough to let him know his own situation.

At the moment when he reached the palace, he raised the sword of the princes and cut it towards the vast sky.

The sword was very powerful and extremely terrible. He clearly felt the power of the sword of princes.

"Elder martial brother, have you been here yet?"

"Wujizong Who are those people? "

"Ha ha!" He went out step by step, hunting in his clothes, with his hair in his hair and his shoulders. He was holding the dark blue sword of the princes in his hand.

Hum!

Before the man arrived, he cut his sword again towards the sky. The vast light of the sword shone over the endless sky, like the sword of the God of heaven.

Daoyun, majestic, all the Dharma are present, the mighty divine power is squeezing there, inch inch empty, buzzing.

All the people were shocked, and the strong men of the imperial dynasty turned pale one by one.

The seventh childe snorted coldly, holding the demon red sword, and also cut it in the past.

However

How could he challenge the sword of the princes? The two collided, and his attack was smashed, and his powerful force came back, and his body was shaken out.

Across thousands of meters, hemoptysis.

It's a terrible thing. The seven young masters, the body of Nine Yang, and the most extraordinary genius, have been severely damaged by a sword.

Soon, the figure of Qingyang emerged, and the sword of princes in his hand became the focus of the audience.

His own breath is not strong, it seems that he has never been a king, but his sword is strange and terrible, full of powerful power and divine power.

Who is this man?

The sword

Some people recognize the swords of princes, but others don't know.

"He's waking up. Where's your grandfather?"

"What a powerful sword."

"Is this the power of the princes' sword?"

"It's terrible." Wujizong high-level strong, one by one to breathe cool air.

"My sword can cut all things." Qingyang opened his mouth and calmly swept the whole battlefield. Then he looked at the seventh childe.

"Arrogant." The God King of the imperial dynasty sneered and roared. He clapped it down with his big hand. The power of the law gushed.

Hum!

Qingyang cuts out the third sword and directly submerges it. The shrill cry echoes out, and the God King of the imperial dynasty is directly split into two parts.

"My name is Qingyang." As in those years, his announcement in front of the Red Star Academy is also like the words left in front of the holy land of rocking lake.

Many years later, he said again that, in fact, he wanted to tell those old people and their enemies that his name was Qingyang, a disciple of the Fifth Academy.

"I heard you were looking for my elder martial brother." Qingyang looked at the seventh childe. His voice dropped and his body flashed in vain. He appeared in the sky. The swords of the princes in his hand broke out quickly and cut down: "my sword can cut all things."

The last word, he yelled.

Along with his roar, the swords of the princes had already fallen, and their power was awe inspiring, and they held down the heaven and earth in ten directions.

The seventh childe snorted coldly and quickly stepped back.

At this time, the God King of the imperial dynasty also killed here, and even the two powerful people of shenzang state were also fighting.

Many attacks emerged and rumbled, drowning the battlefield.

Whoa!

Qingyang suddenly divided into three. Three Qingyang killed in different directions. One Qingyang used the swords of princes, one operated Wuji Daofa, and the third one played yin-yang Daofa.

The swords of the princes fell towards the seven princes, while the other two Qingyang blocked the powerful ones of the imperial court.

"This is..." No one is unmoved, especially the strong men of wujizong and their disciples.

At present, this man is actually using their wujizong Taoism.

"That's one gasification and three clearing."

"How could he?"

"Where's your grandfather?"

Without saying a word, the patriarch rushed to the depths of the infinite, and came to the palace in a few breaths.

In the furnace, Wuji and Yin and Yang had calmed down, leaving only a dry figure. His eyes collapsed and he could hardly see his eyes. The vitality in his body was looming, just like a corpse that had been decayed for a long time.

The patriarch's face was pale and trembled: "ancestor."

"Don't be sad," the old man said He has exhausted everything, the life in his body is almost dry, perhaps in the past some time, he will be completely annihilated.The Lord trembled.

The old man spoke again, but his voice was very weak: "under the left side door, there is a box, which is the final details of our Wuji sect. Take it."

She didn't move and looked at the old man sadly.

The old man said, "three thousand years have passed and I am tired. The next Wuji sect will be handed over to you. You must remember that our ancestor was once an immortal."

Boom!

The war became more and more fierce, and Qingyang was just one person. He blocked the powerful emperor and even forced the seventh young master to retreat.

But no matter how strong, there is a moment of exhaustion.

Such a powerful outbreak could not be sustained forever. After the half hour war, he gradually became weak and weak after several attacks.

"Damn it, I must kill you." The seven childe, who was forced to regress again and again, was almost going to run away with his eyes blazing with fire.

Pen!

Yin and Yang emerge, one black and one white interweave, like two giant dragons rolling forward.

The seventh childe roared and showed his powerful martial arts skills, which blocked the terrible attack.

But soon, infinity emerged, showing a huge wheel, falling from the sky, to crush the seven childe alive.

"Protect childe."

"He's weak. Let's go."

"Be careful, that sword is weird." The king's voice just dropped, and the dark blue sword was drowned here. The three kings were killed directly, and even the spirits could not escape.

"It's said that the swords of princes can devour power in battle. The more enemies there are, the more terrible the master with the sword will be, and the braver he will be." Dong Xiaoqing said solemnly.

"He wakes up, and wujizong has suppressed the power of the curse for him. This matter must be reported." Said the groom.

"No, it may be the arrangement of that person. Don't act rashly." Dong Xiaoqing warned.

Qingyang is the younger brother of the black swordsman and Lin Yifan. With his ability, he wants to prevent Qingyang from getting the swords of the princes, or to frighten the ten sides from coming to the enemy. There is no problem at all.

But he didn't, which revealed all sorts of strange.

Boom!

At this time, in the clouds, a thunder sound through the sky, followed by layers of dark clouds diffuse.

Everyone Yilin.

Dong Xiaoqing suddenly exclaimed: "crossing robbery."

Seeing this, Hao Tianqiong also laughed. The legend is true. The sword of princes can really swallow up the enemy's power in the battle. As long as you hold this sword, you will be more brave in the battle and even improve your realm.