"Zhang Xuan?" Yang xingxia some doubts of mouth, "unexpectedly, you this kind of lost dog, also dare to appear in front of me, last time did not kill you, is your good luck, I want to know, this time, your luck, have so good?"
"That's what I want to say." On Zhang Xuan's head, a purple lotus appears.
Yang shoumu looks more solemn.
"Xianlian! He is Xianlian Xu Huan, who was guarded by Yang with sword power, stared at Zhang Xuan and was shocked. He kept mumbling.
The old woman behind Wei Lan also widened her eyes.
"Old man, kill him!" Yang xingxia gave a big drink.
The lotus on Zhang Xuan's head emits a white light, and at the same time. A white shadow appeared behind Zhang Xuan. The seven meter shadow shocked Yang Shou's body. He finally understood where the sword meaning in the legend came from.
"Mind control!" Xu Huan exclaimed, his spirit is about to wake up, he is very clear, this behind the cohesion of the spirit. It's the expression of control.
Zhang Xuan picked up the purple magic sword in his hand and made a stroke. The giant shadow behind him made the same movement. In this simple stroke, the shadow of the sword filled the sky and went straight to Yang Shou's tomb.
The old woman behind Wei Lan also figured it out at this moment. No wonder she didn't find the whereabouts of the sword master before. It turned out that he was the master! All the time, it's my own clumsy eyes!
In the face of the sword behind Zhang Xuan, Yang shoumu has no choice but to greet him. During the sword collision, Zhang Xuan is undamaged. Looking back at Yang shoumu, there are many small gaps on his clothes. In this sword collision, Zhang Xuan is absolutely superior.
The fighting power brought by the fighting spirit is huge, and part of the strength of Yang Shou's tomb is still in a state of being suppressed. At this moment, Zhang Xuan's strength is stronger than Yang Shou's.
When the sword disappeared, the clothes of Yang Shou's tomb had become dilapidated.
Although they just did not have too fierce action, they contained countless murders, that is, Yang shoumu's strength was strong. For another person, I'm afraid he has been chopped into meat mud by the sword all over the sky.
"The meaning of flying snow sword is held by the legendary sword God." Yang shoumu looked at the white shadow behind Zhang Xuan with a dignified face. "Unexpectedly, this one has become your spirit. However, the spirit has not fully awakened. You are just forcing this kind of power. Although it is far from the realm of spiritual control, it is also enough to control the spirit invincible."
Yang shoumu said, and drew out an iron sword from his waist. He seldom held his hand with a real sword against the enemy, but once he picked it up. It shows that Yang shoumu is very serious.
"I practiced sword at the age of nine. I only practiced one sword for decades. If I broke this sword, I would be defeated completely." Yang Shou's sword, in this moment, the fog in the surrounding world, began to gather to the sword tip of Yang Shou's hand.
Everyone on the scene felt a kind of palpitation from the ordinary iron sword in Yang Shou's hand.
"Zhang Xuan, he's accumulating power. This move is extremely terrifying. It's completely beyond the upper limit of his energy, and even has the meaning of Taoism. You warspirit is not an opponent. Absorb the spirit energy quickly The evil spirit's urgent voice rang out in Zhang Xuan's ear.
Zhang Xuan closed his eyes and slowly raised his arm. He made a gesture of putting the sword into the sheath, as if he wanted to draw the sword.
At this moment, Zhang Xuan and Yang shoumu are just like the two poles in this space. Fog condenses on the sword tip of Yang shoumu. Yang shoumu's sword is even driving the energy of Loulan array.
And the rage aura. Then Zhang Xuan could gather on the fighting spirit behind him, and the illusory white figure became more and more solid.
At this moment, the cat, who is far away from here, looks this way.
On the contrary, he stopped his steps, looked at it, and murmured: "it's so strong."
On the lake not far from Zhang Xuan and Zhang Xuan, the water of the lake churned up completely, and there were waves, eddies, and all kinds of strange things.
"Under the control of spirit, no one can break my sword. I don't know my sword. It's better than snow. " Yang Shou tomb wrist, gently pick.
Under Yang's action of guarding the tomb, all the people present felt that their brains were blank and they could not even think. There is no way to resist Yang Shou's sword. It is a kind of suppression from the realm. Under control, no one can resist.
At the same time, Zhang Xuan made a sword drawing gesture.
"A sword, snow."
The chilling chill swept over everyone. The tumbling lake suddenly came to a standstill because it was covered by a layer of ice crystals. At this moment, the whole lake was completely frozen, and the inheritors were also covered with a layer of frost.
The sword moves of Zhang Xuan and Yang Shou's tomb, at this moment, are completely beyond the realm of Fu Shen. This time, there is no sound coming out, as if the whole world is at this moment. It became quiet.
One second
Two secondsThree seconds
As if for a moment, and as if after a long time, the frozen surface of the lake suddenly broke open, the lake continued to churn, and the disappearing fog filled again.
Blood spray, an arm thrown up, with a large blood, and then fell to the ground. On that arm, he still held an iron sword. At the moment, the sword was full of gaps.
The sword of Yang Shou's tomb is broken!
Yang shoumu looked at the broken arm on the ground in front of him. The pain from the wound on his body was numb to him at this moment.
When he was nine years old, he only practiced one sword in his whole life. At this time, he was broken, just like his faith was cut off. At this moment, Yang Shou's tomb was completely stunned.
A cold light crossed Yang Shou's cheek and went straight behind him.
"Yang xingxia, die!"
Zhang Xuan's voice was very light, but the sense of killing was very strong.
The sword pierces Yang xingxia's chest. A touch of ice crystal appears in front of Yang xingxia. Even the blood is locked.
Yang xingxia's eyes widened, his head lowered slowly, looking at the wound on his chest and the ice crystal spreading around. A sense of powerlessness came from his body. Even breathing became difficult at this moment.
Yang xingxia shakes his head slightly. His eyes are full of confusion. He can't believe that all this is true. Is his heart destroyed by a sword?
"Old Old thing... " Yang xingxia made a sound, but even felt the difficulty of speaking, "I I I don't want to die I... "
"No!" There was a shrill roar from Yang Shou's tomb.
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