Chapter 2015

"If you take my sword again, I will leave."

Shenjian Hou was indifferent, but he had a little green sword in his palm.

Gently spit out a breath of mana, which immediately wrapped the green sword with endless killing intention.

"Just a concealed weapon."

The old man in purple is indifferent and reaches out to stop him.

However, when he reached half of his hand, his face suddenly changed and his body was suddenly moved away from his original power.

And he stood before the position, only left a purple old man's shadow.

Boom!

This green sword stabs the shadow fiercely and bursts into the sky in an instant. At this moment, it seemed that all the places in all directions and tens of miles were shrouded by the sword spirit. The sword was extremely sharp and chilling.

"Ancient hidden weapon!"

Lu Yu saw this, but did not feel much surprised.

The divine sword Marquis can master the skills of purple and green immortals, which shows that his inheritance is absolutely significant and should be a complete inheritance.

In today's celestial realm, almost every large force is responsible for deterring the four sides, so they dare not use them easily.

With the use of ancient concealed weapons, even the powerful immortal in ancient times can not take it, let alone the old man in purple.

"Good! Good! Good! It seems that you are really going to kill me The old man in purple also couldn't help being furious, and a trace of fear and anger flashed in his eyes.

"As long as he dares to rebel, he must pay a price," I said The sword Hou lenglengleng said.

At the time of their stalemate, a violent wave came out after the old man in purple.

Immediately, a huge palm of mana, with a towering magic power, hit the Marquis of the divine sword.

Roar -

the magic power all over the sky seems to be solidified in this moment.

Whether it is the Shenjian Marquis or the old man in purple, their figures are all fixed at this moment. Only this strong spirit is constantly clamouring with huge power!

This palm came out of the blue. Even if he was the Marquis of the divine sword, he did not find it in time.

Shenjian Hou raised his head difficultly, and looked at the magic palm that was about to approach, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But just as the palm of the mana was about to fall, there was also a fist force, which flew straight from the distant sky and hit it hard.

Boom!

The two powerful forces counteract each other and eventually disappear into the invisible.

"Master Jiang, are you so eager to wipe out the princes of my dynasty? Do you want to start a war between the two dynasties?" From the starry sky, there was a loud and powerful voice.

And the opposite of the strong, also not show weakness, from the dark stars out of a cold hum, then both sides immediately began to communicate with the spirit.

This intensity of communication is no longer something that ordinary monks can capture.

After about half an hour, the two divinities seemed to be in agreement, and the original momentum of the sword was gradually dissipated.

Shenjian Hou seems to have got the voice, slightly a Leng, eyebrows can not help but wrinkle.

"Jiuxiao, kill yourself, so that you can keep the Shura people." The old man in purple didn't talk nonsense. He turned and said to the statue of Shura.

A sigh came out from the statue of Shura, and then a faint black smoke was sent out from the seven orifices of the statue and gradually dissipated.

"Lord of the world!" All the Shura people are crying and crying.

They can no longer feel the breath of jiuxiao from the statue of Shura.