v2 Chapter 1171： Bronze sword

"what!"

Zhao Yu’s eyes glared at the ancient sword lord, and the anger gave a sigh. The elder Longwan and Zhao Wei had just talked. The relationship was not bad, but he died because of this, which made Zhao Wei’s unusual anger.

"boom!"

A thrilling momentum broke out and a strong storm was set off. At this moment, Zhao Wei had no scruples and used the power of the instrument of the town.

The people around him were scared and the body was receding, because the power was so strong that they could not bear it. The strong storm even had some people flying like sand.

The world began to change color, the light gradually darkened, the rapid movement of the wind, a huge momentum enveloped the audience.

This is not the empire's state of the country. It has caused many people to breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, the power of the empire's towns and villages will probably lead to a hole in the sky. The people here are dead.

Oh...

A sound of swords and tears tearing the sky, Zhao Yu opened his hands, twelve large bronze swords appeared in front of Zhao Wei, exudes dazzling blue light, with a strong to the extreme killing gas.

"boom!"

Zhao Xin pushed his hands hard, and the twelve-handed bronze sword with the power of terror flew toward the ancient swordsman. The power made the space seem to be distorted.

In the face of the terror of the twelve-handed bronze sword, the ancient swordsman sneered a sneer, reached out and grabbed a sword that was squandered by Baoguang.

"boom!"

The ancient swordsman took a sigh of relief, and a huge white crescent cut through the sky, with amazing power, flew out the bronze swords that flew from the twelve handles.

"It is ridiculous to think of hurting the lord with the power of the instrument of your town," and the voice of the ancient sword is again a sword.

"boom!"

The sword was turned into a white bird, and the wings were spread. With a horrible momentum, Zhao Yu swooped away.

Zhao Wei hurriedly hid to the other side. The white giant bird fell in the place occupied by Zhao Wei, and a loud explosion sounded. A sharp sword storm spread and Zhao Wei’s body was swept away.

On the ground, a horrible pit with a depth of 100 meters and a width of a kilometer has caused the countless fears to retreat to avoid being affected.

Cough and cough...

In the pit, Zhao Yu coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, and a pair of eyes looked at the empty swords of the ancient swordsman. His face was a bit ugly. How could this level of the might be so horrible, and the power of using the instrument of the town should not work.

Now the people on the platform have retreated to the periphery, watching Zhao Wei in the big pit, the ice abandoned school and shook his head and sighed, this he could not do anything, because it is obvious that people in his kingdom will not shoot.

Judging from the power of the towns and cities that Zhao Yu broke out, Zhao Wei is also afraid that it is not an imperial emperor. Because the atmosphere of this town is completely integrated with the atmosphere of Zhao Wei, the integration of power can also be called perfection.

This only shows a situation. Zhao Wei is the king of the first generation. Only the first generation of the king can be so integrated with the instrument of the kingdom of the kingdom. It is impossible to do it after the king.

That Zhao is not the real emperor. The concern in everyone's heart is disappearing. Killing Zhao Wei is like stepping on a grasshopper. This is why the Ice Kingdom has given up the shot. Otherwise, they still have a chance to save Zhao Wei.

The fire was in a hurry, came to the place where Zongmen was located, trying to convince them to save Zhao Wei, otherwise he could lose such a strong opponent, although he also knew that it was not Zhao’s opponent at all, but such a Tianjiao died here. He really can't bear it.

The person who can be Zongmen did not pay attention to his words and said, "This person is too harmful in the future, or do not interfere. Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with them, even if he retaliates in the future, he will not be able to retaliate."

Zongmen did not shoot, and there was no way for him to ignite himself. He could only watch how Zhao Wei was killed.

The king of the gloom dynasty is a cold middle-aged man. His eyes are tightly locked in Zhao Wei. He is thinking about some things. One is the blood of the dead family of Zhao Wei, the other is the six magic statues of Zhao Wei, and the mastery. Six reincarnation forces.

The three emperors of the Xiongshan Kingdom had already returned to his father early and said something. The king of the Xiongshan Kingdom did not say anything.

Yin Ruo Shi has also returned to the location of his own ancestral hall. His eyes are full of deep regrets. Such a person may be sighing in the future. She is also sighing, but now he is facing the attack of the ancient sword lord. He will die. No doubt no one can save him.

She now also talks with the sovereign and tells some of her own ideas, but the patrimon of the Tianyin sect does not have any indication.

Bai Haoran was silently beside his master. Although he did not know why his master did not shoot, his master must have his thoughts. Bai Haoran could not say anything more, and looked at everything quietly.

At the same time, he expressed regret that the result of Zhao Wei’s death. He thought that perhaps his brother could defeat Zhao Wei, but there is no chance in the future.

"Hey!"

A huge sword sounded, and the ancient sword lord attacked in one attack, lifted the sword in his hand, and a huge white sword arc smashed out. It was full of kilometers and went to Zhao Wei. The sound was very amazing.

In the face of such a powerful attack, Zhao Wei could not resist, only to dodge.

"boom!"

The terrible white sword arc easily opened a 10,000-meter-long sword mark on the platform. Zhao Wei escaped the key attack, but was still hit by the sword air storm and slammed into the rock wall of the big pit, making The rock wall cracked open, and then Zhao Yu fell to the bottom of the big pit.

The ancient sword lord also came to the top of the big pit, standing on the sky, watching Zhao Wei lying at the bottom of the big pit, with a trace of contempt, "you may have unlimited potential in the future, but you will die here today, you must blame only Blame you for hurting the disciples of this class."

At one time, the sword was lifted up, and the ancient sword lord was trying to give Zhao Wei a final blow! ”

A slamming vibration, under the threat of huge death, Zhao Wei no longer has any reservations, regardless of the power of the instrument of the town, or the power of the six magic statues, and the blood of the emperor all broke out.

In the distant Qin Empire, countless gas transports quickly gathered in the Daqin Wangcheng, and massive airlifts were quickly injected into the town of the country.

"boom!"

A huge black arsenal in the big pit rushed into the sky, causing the world to change, the sun and the moon are dull, and a thrilling force spread out, making the face of countless people change.

The power that erupted from this state of the country has already had the power of a world, and this power is enough to rival them as a kind of strong man.

Oh...

In the big pit, a sound of swords and cracks pierced the gold, and it rang through the eight sides. The powerful blue light burst from the black flame. Twelve large bronze swords, with the power of terror, were killed by the ancient swords.