Chapter 1120

The atmosphere of exhaustion gradually rises.

The color between heaven and earth seems to fade away.

The sun and the moon became dim, the light around the haze down, an inexplicable gloom filled the whole space.

The white night stood on the cracked earth with his abandoned sword.

In front of him was a man with his arms dripping.

That's exactly the way to celebrate.

His body seemed to be petrified, frozen in place for a long time before he moved. But he staggered back two steps, leaning against a cracked stone, gasping for breath, breathing in, but difficult to spit out again.

He was staring at the white night, at his arm, and there was an irresistible horror in the pupils of his fast disintegrating anger.

"What kind of sword is this sword? Why is it so fierce? " Qingdaozhen hoarse shouts, the voice is not as loud as before.

"Abandon the sword!" The white night gasps violently.

"What? This... This is the abandoned sword? " Qingdao Zhensheng's face suddenly changed, and his pupils were full of Horror: "this sword... Is the sword in the legend of Yijian Tiangong?"?? How could it be in your hands? Isn't it suppressed? Isn't it sealed? Why? It's going to be here? "

Finally, it suddenly occurred to him that he was really a saint.

No wonder this son can easily tear open his true holy body! With this sword, what is the real saint's body?

"I didn't expect you knew how to abandon the magic sword?" White night one hand presses the arm, the face some twist, says with difficulty.

"Of course I know..." Qingdao Zhensheng's body softened, and his eyelids were constantly drooping. His anger was as thin as paper: "abandon the divine sword... It's a sword that rings through half a mile in the holy state. Although it's a startling glance, it's also recorded in the historical records... The reason why Yijian Tiangong became a super big school and famous everywhere was because of the seal of its creator This extremely fierce sword shocked all the heroes... I really didn't expect that Zhensheng, who lived in the north and south of the country, didn't die in the hands of the powerful man, but died in the hands of a small sage, and died in the legendary abandoned God sword hand... Are all these destiny? "

When the voice fell, there were three bloody sword marks on the chest of Qingdao Zhensheng.

The sword marks penetrated through the body, and blood filled out along the gap.

Then, the strong and terrible body of the true saint began to fall apart...

he was defeated!

As early as in the white night sacrifice to abandon the magic sword, he knew that he was defeated!

When he recognized the horror of the sword, he had no chance to escape and fight back.

This new saint has calculated every step.

He expected that he would be careless, and he did not expect that he would abandon the magic sword.

What makes him even more astonished is that this man actually took over the real saint's all-out blow just now.

It was a mirror, which broke the ground after receiving the full blow of Qingdao Zhensheng.

That is the double mirror given by the Lord of the heavenly palace.

This kind of magic weapon that can defend the true saint's all-out attack is not an ordinary thing! Qingdao Zhensheng knows that this must be given to this son by the moon Zun sword.

Abandon the magic sword and double mirror...

"is an era coming?" Qing Dao Zhen Sheng whispered to himself.

Staring at Qingdao Zhensheng in the daytime, his face is extremely pale, and his breath is especially short. He wants to go forward to drop the result of Qingdao Zhensheng, but the intense pain on his arm makes it difficult for him to control his body.

A large amount of dark rattan like substance sprang out from the handle of the sword, which entangled his arm. Under his elbow, it was almost dark, as if connected with the sword...

"although you are not an ordinary saint, you can't control this sword... I hate it! How hate! If this sword is in my hand... Nothing will be like this! " Qingdao Zhensheng's eyelids are about to close, and his breath becomes more and more urgent. However, his hatred and unwillingness in his eyes still remain unchanged: "since you killed me with this sword, I will kill you with this sword to avenge you!"

The voice falls down, and Qingdao Zhensheng suddenly opens his eyes. The whole body explodes in an instant and turns into a blood mist.

Qingdao is really holy, and it will fall!

The desolation between heaven and earth is more intense.

"Well?"

At night, his face changed and he stepped back immediately.

However, as if he was attracted by the blood mist, he rushed towards the blood mist in an instant.

The body of the sword pierced into the blood mist uncontrollably.

Then...

Gudong!

Gudong!

Gudong...

it's like a thirsty person drinking water in the spring. Strange sounds come out.

The blood mist became thinner and thinner, all of which were attached to the body of the abandoned God sword.

In an instant, the body of the abandoned sword was filled with blood like lines, and then disappeared suddenly.

At the same time, the dark vines adsorbed on the white night's arms seemed to be in a frenzy, rushing towards the arms of the white night crazily.White night Shuangtong Yilin, immediately understand everything.

"Before his death, Qingdao Zhensheng stimulated the ferocity of this sword with his flesh and blood! As a result, the effect of this sword attacking me has increased several times! Try to swallow me with this sword!! It's really holy to celebrate. You're cruel! "

The white night secretly gnawed his teeth, half kneeling on the ground, throwing his sword into the ground, he wanted to release it, but he was unable to get rid of it.

This sword is like a big mouth of an abyss, which is eating him a little bit. The benefits of thousand way Shura body show up again to resist the power of erosion. If the sword is still immortal, I'm afraid that the hand in the white night is only bone shelf.

No wonder this sword is a ferocious sword. After only releasing such a little power, it starts to bite the Lord!

"But I can lower you! Can suppress you

In the white night, he felt unwilling. He bit his teeth and sat down cross his knees. The spirit of heaven in his body urged him to turn the holy power into a sword, which overflowed from his body and then gathered on his arms to resist the power of abandoning the divine sword...

in an instant, the spread of the power of abandoning divine sword slowed down.

"Gluttonous fire!" I open my eyes and drink in the dark.

In an instant, the sword ignited a flame and turned into a ring of fire on his shoulder. He moved the handle of the sword to the abandoned God.

Bean big sweat down the face of the white night.

But just started to abandon God sword to kill Qingdao Zhensheng, there was not much power in the body of the white night. How difficult it was to resist the tyrannical power of abandoning God.

"It's really fire to kill emperor!" White night a bite of teeth, again a low drink.

In an instant, a burst of flame from the arm.

White night mind a Lin, left hand roll out a sword, toward the arm ruthlessly cut.

However, the sword Qi just fell, hit on the shoulder, but there was no scar.

"Although the power of abandoning the divine sword only spreads to the arm, the intention of abandoning the divine sword has devoured the whole arm. Unless I split my body, I can't abandon him!"

The white night's expression was so solemn that he could only insist on it. He forced the sword back first, and then cut off his arm.

But just then...

Dong!

Bang!

Two dull voices spread.

Only two souls appeared in front of the white night.

The white night fixed a look, eyes narrowed up.

This is not the man of Yijian heavenly palace!

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