Chapter 1237

Seeing that the swords of the white night were taken away, all the people around shook their heads in silence.

"It's over!" The great Confucian master took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "this man's only rely on the sword. If he loses the sword, he can't win the emperor by his means."

"Yes The people next to him nodded and said in a deep voice: "with the strength of emperor saint's body, I'm afraid that he can't destroy half a cent if he stands and lets that man kill him?"

"If he lost his sword, he would be a tiger without fangs, and the end was doomed!"

"It's a pity that this man is a genius. However, he is too rampant. He doesn't kneel down to beg for mercy and beg for a way to live. Instead, he tries to compete with the emperor. What a fool!"

"No matter how talented you are, what's the use of not knowing the sky and the earth? The strong should not be offended. Does he not even understand this basic principle? "

People said one after another, each pair of eyes to the white night showed a look of regret, are looking at the poor.

"Your honor..."

Gao Yan rushed over and lifted up the white night. At the same time, he offered a lot of breath and blocked the front of the white night to guard against the ink flow.

However, this breath has no effect on ink flow!

"My lord... Let's run away!" Gao Yan looked at the ink stream and lowered his voice.

"Escape?" White night wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered, "are you sure you can escape from the hands of an emperor?"

"This..." Gao Yan hesitated and could not answer for a long time.

I don't know how much faster than his half step of the emperor saint. If you want to escape from the emperor saint, you have to take the white night with you... It's just a fool's dream...

"so, let me go, I can still fight with him!" White night vomited turbid gas, light says.

"My lord... Your swords have been robbed. What do you want to fight against the emperor?" Gao Yan looks worried.

In fact, he wanted to escape himself.

This situation is so hopeless that there is no chance of winning, and it will not change if we continue to fight.

How can we not see Gao Yan's worries in the white night? With a faint smile, he said in a low voice: "this is my fault. I didn't expect that there was an emperor saint in the clearance alliance. Although you are a half step emperor saint, you are also a dead end to God saint. I allow you to leave. I will deal with it here. I will help you to hold the emperor saint, and the rest of the people can't keep you! You... Let's go

"What is that, my lord? Is Gao Yan the kind of man who is greedy for life and afraid of death? " Gaoyan busy road.

But people's hearts are separated from each other's stomachs. In spite of this, Bai Ye doesn't know what Gao Yan thinks.

But now it doesn't matter.

"Well, if you don't leave, you'd better step back and I'll fight him again!" The white night is light.

"My lord... What else can you do?" Gao Yan looks worried.

"You say that my sword has been robbed and can't resist the emperor? Ha ha, you are wrong. I don't have another sword? " White night laughs and shakes the dead dragon sword in his hand.

"And a sword?" Gao Yan looks strange in his sight.

It can be said that this sword is ordinary, and there is nothing unique about it. Now Mo Liu is holding the black sword in the white night. Can this ordinary sword compete?

Don't say it's Gao Yan. Everyone is suspicious.

"Watch it." White night took a deep breath, pushed away the high rock, toward the ink flow.

All looked together, their eyes were suspicious.

Fighting again at this time is undoubtedly suicide.

"What? Still fighting? I thought you would beg for mercy. " Mo Liu shook his head and said, "well, since you don't know how to live or die, well, I'll kill you, draw out your spirit, and torture you slowly. At that time, let me see if you still have this toughness!"

Ink flow said, carrying the abandoned sword toward the white night.

Sonorous!!!

A dark sword light of hundreds of Zhang Long suddenly rushed out and directly cut across the whole land, and invaded the white night.

The white night jumps back immediately.

But the next second, his whole body is shining.

These lights are turned into sharp swords, like a ring-shaped mouth, locking the white night to death.

As long as the white night dare to continue to retreat, he will be torn into powder by this terrible shining sword!

"What a wonderful sword move?"

There were people who breathed out in silence.

Fu Liujiu's face was ugly.

This time he finally understood why Mo Liu said he was a second rate swordsman.

A strong one is not a strong one!

White night is locked, ink flow mouth up, showing a cold smile, step a little, escape into the void, again, has stood in front of the white night.

Whoa!

The dark sword of abandoning God directly cleaved to the front door of the white night.

The supreme sword will pour down and crush everything around the white night.

In front of the sword, all the Qi and all the strength are broken!"It's over! End it! The so-called genius, eventually fell here. " The voice of ink stream indifference falls, seem to be in proclaiming what.

However, the next second, the deep voice of the white night sounded:

"that may not be true!"

At the moment of sound falling, the dead Dragon Sword went straight across the river and fiercely met the fallen abandoned magic sword.

"Can you stop my sword?"

Ink flow does not shift the blade, let alone change the attack, so it falls straight.

He's going to kill this man with his sword and man!

Bang Dang!!!

The two swords hit each other heavily.

The deafening sound of swords came out.

With the fall of the abandoned sword, the surging power shook the body of the dead dragon sword towards the white night.

"King's power!" White Night Low roar, the whole body blue veins burst out, the holy power diffuses in the arm, shakes this blow to death.

"Power? Your power! In front of me, it's just the power of ants!! Go to hell Ink flow blast roar, also will push the strength to the limit.

It's as if the power of the whole planet is poured into the sword of abandonment.

In the white night, even people with swords immediately pressed down.

His body smashed the shining sword below, and his back was broken and fell to the bottom.

Bang!

The ground was smashed to pieces by the body of the white night.

The whole earth directly split and burst into pieces...

but in the face of such a powerful destructive force, the sword in Bai Ye's hand is still not broken.

"Well?"

The ink stream feels wrong.

But the next second, the sword suddenly black light, an unparalleled power suddenly burst out.

Ink flow facial expression is stunned however, after feeling this power, overjoyed, excited incomparably!!

"The power... The power!! Oh, my God! How can there be such power in this sword!! Too strong! Great!! Magic sword!! Magic sword, ha ha ha ha ha... "

Mo Liu screamed bitterly, as if he had got the most treasure, and the whole person became crazy because of his excitement.

Obviously, he felt the terrible power of the sword.

The power of abandoning God sword is beyond ordinary people's imagination. If the emperor Saint obtained this sword! Its power is unimaginable.

But just as the sword of abandoning the divine sword was in full swing, a faint light suddenly burst out from the sword in the hands of the white night.

At the moment of the dark light blooming, the sword light of abandoning the divine sword was slightly suppressed.

"What?"

Ink flow smile instant stiff.

White night eyes cold, staring at the ink flow in front of him: "that sword... Is not the strongest sword!"

"What do you say?" Ink flow frowns.

"Think about what I did when I cut your arm." The white night is light.

Ink flow eyes moved, the brain flashed a picture.

Fencing!!

Yes.

When this man was chopping me, he hit two swords together!

That's why his sword tore my arm.

"Say, this sword..." ink flow finally realized the problem!

"Good... This is the strongest sword in my hand!"

The cold road of the white night, suddenly a long cry, a black halo diffused from his body.

All of a sudden, the breath of the white night rose wildly, and a large number of lines were climbing on the body, and the hair became silvery white. The blood red of the pupils was even more like beads, and the surging breath soared from the body.

This breath??

Ink flow dare not neglect, immediately back to the back, but dare not to cut white night.

Yes, ink flow already knows.

The last thing he should do is to take this abandoned sword!

Because by virtue of his strength, he can play the strongest power of abandoning divine sword at present.

And this force just makes the Dragon Sword alive!

The reason why Bai Ye still dares to fight is that he wants to use the hand of Mo Liu to launch the dead dragon sword.

And now, everything is as white night calculated!

"Grab the sword!"

Ink stream roars, the power of truth is launched again.

However...

the power of the word of truth in the past, but did not take the sword in the hands of white night.

He believed that it was not because of the white night, but that the sword was too high to be controlled by the power of truth.

Since the power of the truth can't capture the sword, then kill!

Ink flow eyes cold, no longer keep hands! This time, he tried all the power of the truth, gathered in his mouth, and spit out a cold and thick bold character.

"Die

Click!

At once, the body of the white night was full of cracks, like the broken glass.

But... He didn't die, but there were a lot of skeletons coming out of his back, wrapping him up like a huge cocoon.The remaining power of the word of truth was resisted by this skeleton.

When the ink flow saw this, she was shocked to lose color, and her tongue immediately knotted: "Nine... This is... Nine... Nine turns..."

"it's my turn!"

In the white night, he removed the skeleton, looked at the ink stream, spit out cold words, and Xuaner held the dead dragon sword to chop...

roar!!!!!!!!!!

The roar of the earth shaking sword spread.

Deafening, shaking the soul!

Like to break the sky, tear the earth!!!

Then...

a torrent of annihilation surged out of the dead dragon sword, such as ten thousand dragons flying and ten thousand dragons roaring.

Everything was destroyed.

The earth is reduced to nothingness.

The sky is empty!

Endless destructive power sweeps between heaven and earth.

"Ah

All the people in the four directions all kneel down on the ground, shaking wildly.

At this moment, life is as small as sand!

All the forces on the sword were suppressed almost in a moment.

It's shaking wildly, fighting madly.

But it was suppressed by this hegemonic force in the end!

Ink flow looked at the sweeping torrent of extinction, the whole heart jumped to his throat, at this moment, he finally realized what the key was.

"Twelve Hongbing... Dead dragon sword?"

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