Chapter 691： Narrate the way with the sword

Holy text: Visionary.

The specific form of its ability is to instantly turn the things imagined in the mind into reality.

It can only be used to create objects out of thin air, and cannot be used to destroy or transform objects out of thin air, unless the object is created by oneself.

Visionaries are known as one of the most buggy sacred characters. The original owner's method of death is as strange and unreasonable as that of the friend Habach who was slashed in the final ending. It is indeed one of the bugs that have been forced to death.

In layman's terms, it is a reality gem of a certain number of editions.

But even so, there are all kinds of restrictions, but still can't shake, the visionary's powerful BUG status.

In a sense.

Whether a visionary is strong or not depends on three points: the size of your brain, your own knowledge reserves, and the degree of determination. As long as you meet the above three elements, then you are almighty in disguise.

After three waves of meteorite rain.

Infinite **** has become pits and pits, with huge pits measuring 1,800 meters everywhere, black smoke billowing in the eye, granular crystals on the surface, and high temperatures that are unbearable to heat remaining in the air.

Uozhihua Yaqianliu was almost completely naked, and his clothes were torn to pieces by the storm of the meteorite falling. The white skin like mutton was exposed, covered with large scorched scars, against the billowing black smoke rising all around, there was something A different kind of beauty is like a broken piece of art.

"How, do you want to continue?"

Lord, with a playful smile, looked at U Zhihua who still had a stubborn expression and stubbornly refused to admit defeat, and said: "Although I can't bear it, but as long as I can make you surrender, I don't mind to continue."

The implication is.

Before Uozhihua gave up and conceded defeat, he would keep summoning meteorites, so that what was supposed to be the two sides fighting each other, the peak duel between the swordsmanship, turned into a dull battle.

"You are underestimating me."

The killing intent in the eyes of Uozhihua Yaqianyu was awe-inspiring, and the crystal-clear jade feet took a step forward, and the blood-red long sword in his hand trembled lightly, making clear and murderous sounds, and then with his ears. Pan echoed: "I have already said that the battle will not end until you kill me."

It is so difficult to change a person's mind, not to mention the woman in front of me, who has been the number one in kendo for thousands of years, and her will is as firm as Mount Tai. How could she be moved by his few words?

The sword's edge was wrapped in a sharp cold light, and it cut through the air like a bamboo, and pointed directly at Lord's neck.

As soon as Lord raised his hand, Yaozhihua Yaqianliu was aware of it, and the sword's edge turned to bring up the boundless storm, and the flowing blood-red silk thread danced around his arm.

The blood-red thread looked slender and abnormal, but it was extremely sharp. Everything that was touched along the way was cut silently.

Lord didn't intend to be Yang Guo, the spirit pressure broke out and shattered the red lines, and the soles of his feet were gently moved to avoid the sword being swung, and the strands of black hair on his forehead were accidentally chopped off by the sharp sword energy.

"Yachianryu, Kendo, Rondo!"

Uozhihua Yaqianyu waved the blade, flying like a needle thread, the blood-red thread became tighter and tighter, constantly pressing Lord's range of movement.

With more and more red silk threads, like a hurricane whizzing away, the movable range becomes smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two people is directly shortened, and the distance between them is not more than a few centimeters.

Under this terrible situation, Lord couldn't calm down and imagine specific things in his mind. The main influencing factor was...Sister Hua's was too big.

To know......

The current sister Hua is no different from being almost naked. With such a beauty fighting close to her body, even Lord, who is as steady as an old dog, will inevitably have troubles in her heart, and her eyes will always move involuntarily.

Sure enough... so big.

As soon as a thought came up, Sen Leng's killing intent pulled him back to reality, and a sharp sword light swept his eyes directly.

Lord leaned back, and his forehead suddenly burst into cold sweat. If he didn't avoid it, he was afraid that not half of his head would be chopped off.

Huhuhu——

Before he could take a breather, Mao Zhihua's sword edge pressed down, as if the mountain and the ground were torn apart, as if he was about to split his whole person.

"Fuck!"

Lord screamed in surprise, subconsciously condensing the spiritual pressure, the blood accelerated the flow, condensed into the lines on the body surface, and then the five fingers pinched the fist, and rushed out.

when!

The fists and swords collided with a clanging sound.

Under the double protection of steel skin and static blood suit, Lord's boxing front became hard as iron, and the sword was sharp. The blood knife corrupted a large area of ​​skin and flesh, but it still couldn't keep up with the speeding again.

Unexpectedly.

The corners of Uozhihua's lips curled up, and she turned sideways with the sword to take advantage of its strength, and the angle of the hand holding the sword was deflected by half an inch. The blood-red blade stuck to his arm and chopped to his head.

"It's so difficult..."

Lord secretly screamed for trouble, and had to stretch out his other hand, directly turned his fist into a palm and hit Uozhihua's abdomen, trying to push her away.

However, it is slightly off half an inch.

This palm didn't hit the abdomen, but instead hit Uozhihua's...chest.

Lord squeezed subconsciously.

Hmm...it feels good.

Unusually soft but also tall and straight, it can be called the ultimate experience in the world. For a while, it is a little lingering, and I can't help but want to squeeze it twice.

"Have you touched enough?"

Sounds of murderous intent sounded.

Lord immediately shuddered, and his eyes met Mao Zhihua. In those dark eyes, a touch of shame was replaced by rage.

boom--! ! !

Intensive knives suddenly appeared.

With all kinds of genres of swordsmanship, this woman came with her hand, as exquisite as ever.

It can be called the essence of killing skills, the sword's edge is like a butterfly dancing, and it is strange and difficult to find like a poisonous snake hunting, which is enough to be regarded as pleasing to the eye.

In the midst of a rage, Mao Zhihua had completely given up his defense, and the sword went straight to the point, without the intention of being merciful at all.

Lord groaned for a while, backed back one after another to avoid the intensive sword light, and from time to time a piece of flesh was shaved off.

I knew it, I stopped pinching it just now.

But unfortunately, it was too late to regret, and Lord was not stupid enough to reason with an angry woman.

Finally, Lord's eyes changed.

Since no other methods can make her stop, she can only choose the most primitive method, to speak with the sword in her hand.

Perceiving Lord's mood changes, Uozohana said coldly, "Finally, are you serious about it?"

"Well, that's it."

Lord nodded slightly and said lightly: "After thinking about it, this is the best way."

Only on the way of kendo, let Uozhihua experience the ultimate despair, will it force her to give up her thoughts.

That being the case... then come on.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly began to tremble, the air was as thick as water, and the majestic and mighty coercion was rising, and waves of air were set off, slapping the void one after another.

In Uozhihua's eyes.

Lord's thin figure, at this moment, seemed to be infinitely lifted up, with a mountain-like aura, and her spine would be bent and broken when it was pressed, and the hairs on the whole body stood upside down, exuding fear from the pores.

"This is it......"

The Eight Thousand Flows of Ueno Flower stood in place, with deep blood in his eyes: "This is what I am after, release it...Lord!"

Boom!

Lord took a step forward.

boom!

Wuzhihua Yaqianliu was shaken back hundreds of meters by the air wave, and suddenly felt depressed in his chest. The fishy qi flowed up his throat, and immediately gritted his teeth. After finally swallowing, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

In the second step, several air rings burst.

The whole Hell seemed to be shaking, large swaths of air burst and screamed, like thousands of thunders across the sky, and the sound alone made the flowers and blood churned.

Taking the third step, Lord held an ordinary blade in his hand and held it high towards the sky.

"Yachianliu·Sword Dao·Duankong Slash!"

An understatement sounded, and then Lord's arm waved the blade, slashing from top to bottom.

The straight blade fell, and the world suddenly plunged into a gloom, everything seemed to be deprived of its appearance, as if it were cut off by invisible power.

A long and narrow straight line of sword light cuts the entire **** apart The space along the way is shattered every inch, and through countless broken void mirrors, things appear to be twisted and folded.

"This is... my kendo?"

Uozhihua Yaqianliu's pupils shook, and he didn't expect that after Lord's use of his sword move, his appearance completely changed.

But it was too late to wait for her to think more.

The long and narrow sword light has reached his eyes.

Yaozhihua Yaqianliu held his breath, cut off the thousands of distracting thoughts in his mind, and concentrated on his hands.

Step, draw a knife.

The crimson waning moon ran across the sky, condensed into a single point of sword power, from the moment the blade was unsheathed, a monstrous crimson brilliance bloomed, like a red cloud swallowing half of the sky.

"Yachianliu·Sword·Huangquan!"

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