v8 Chapter 124： Shoucheng wins

Only one person in the field still has confidence in Xia Wei.

This person is the imperial city messenger who is quietly standing on one side.

From the first sight of Xia Wei, he saw the performance of Xia Yu on the kendo from some of Xia Wei’s gestures. However, these people and Su Xia’s people are not aware of each other, which can only explain His realm is much higher than that of Su Xinjian.

He also knows that Xia Wei can easily win this battle by relying on Ding Ning's three-sword swords, but since Xia Yu chose to fight in his own way, Xia Wei must have thought about facing such a scene.

So he is just curious now, curious what kind of method () (fiction) will be used to win.

......

The air vibrates more and more. With the speed of Chen Ling approaching, there are many ripples of water ripples in the air between her and Xia Wei. They impact each other and instantly form the same vitality of countless drops of water and lasing outward.

The light seems to be taken away by these elements, and this space becomes a dark group.

Xia Wei’s eyes passed through the darkness, and Chen Ling’s red eyes met.

Then she took the snow-white dagger in a quiet manner and stabbed it toward the darkness.

The snow-white sword tip passes through the light and straightens before the other's eyebrows.

An exclamation sounded.

All the practitioners of Su Xinjian, who are next to them, are incredible, because Xia Wei’s sword is like suicide. The sword is so simple, even an ordinary thorn, no swordsmanship.

Such a sword move, unless it is a force to break the law, only the real yuan repair is much more than Chen Ling's seven-level master, can pierce Chen Ling's sword curtain.

The cultivation of a large territory, especially when the other party’s life is saved in the body, is reflected in the power is several times the gap.

Therefore, if the sword judges from any aspect, it will be that the sword is shaken, and Xia Wei’s body skeleton and five internal organs are shattered.

Only the emperor of the imperial city with the most calm emotions felt a strange atmosphere at this time.

He keenly perceives that this unusually simple sword contains subtle subsequent changes, and that strange smell comes from the hilt, that is, the force that flows from Xia Yu’s body into the sword. It will not be sent from the tip of the sword, but will be stored in the hilt.

There is no time for him to guess the next change.

A sharp tremor has sounded.

The snowy white tip and the crimson sword have already met.

In the sharp tremors, the air echoed in the air, and the large waves of the large group formed at the meeting point of the sword and the sword, and went out.

There is no sound of any bone cracking.

All the images of the imaginary sorcerer’s imagination occur.

Just as the snow-white sword tip and the crimson sword meet, the hand of Xia Wei has completely separated from the sword, and even the connection between her and the sword has been completely detached.

However, there is an amazing power that bursts on the hilt and at her feet.

The power accumulated in the snow white hilt fell to the ground, and the snowy white sword connected the ground and the sword itself, making the sword like a spear standing on the ground.

Xia Wei’s body flew back through the recoil, and the real element that emerged from her body pulled the heavens and the earth strangely under her feet, making the square stone under her feet extremely strong.

Even the emperor of the Imperial City did not anticipate the change of her and the rocky land beneath him. His eyes flashed with amazing light.

I was amazed because he understood the idea of ​​this sword.

This sword is not the Aries of Aries, but it is a good use of the swords she knows, forming a horn-like effect, just like standing on the ground, waiting for The other party came to bump.

Compared with the initiative and flexibility of Aries's picking, this sword looks very dead and waits for the rabbit.

However, Chen Ling’s sword is also very dead. She only uses her pure power to make her swords and smash into each other.

"咚".

Chen Ling hit the pillar.

The rocky ground bursts and is then bombarded with powder by powerful forces.

The power of the snow white dagger is also exhausted in an instant, just like the ordinary iron is generally fallen under the dust.

For all the practitioners below the six borders, the extremely powerful sword curtain is intact, but a strong shock force is passed from the sword curtain to Chen Ling's eyebrow.

There was no such thing as a bang in Chen Ling’s mind. This feeling was not different from being beaten by a sap.

At this time, it is very dangerous to control your own true yuan and life.

Chen Ling screamed and screamed.

However, the subsequent stagnation caused by this moment of stagnation is enough for Xia Wei.

She also used the simplest and most clumsy method.

Her figure is still flying backwards, but all the real elements in the body and the accumulated vitality of the heavens and the earth are all forced out by her incomparably violent moments.

These real yuan bursts have no tactics to follow, just violently rushing forward, rolling up everything that can be rolled up.

The fallen leaves falling from the sky, the gravel stones splashing on the ground, and the water droplets flying in the air, in this crazy madness of the real yuan, gained a powerful driving force, accelerated in the air, and turned into a road of arrows. Ya.

Countless traces suddenly appeared between her and Chen Ling.

Countless arrows fell on Chen Ling's sword curtain, and many passed through the gap of Jianguang and shot on Chen Ling's body.

Some hard gravel pierced the wound directly on her body, and then under the rebound of her disordered real yuan, she was shocked with her blood, and she slammed into the sword curtain outside her. on.

In the next moment, these gravel were shattered into smaller pieces by the sword curtain, flying in the narrow space between the sword curtain and her body.

A scream of sorrow made by all the savvy sorcerers.

The crimson sword is full of blood fog.

Chen Ling's body was cut and wounded in countless wounds at this moment. Some of the wounds that were stimulated by her own strength even penetrated into her body, causing the blood in her body to spew out.

In the next moment, the sword curtain lost its support of power and suddenly disappeared.

And those blood mists will spread out, filling more space, and thick **** suffocation will begin to pass into everyone's nose.

Two of the teachers of Su Xin Zhai Zhai suddenly plundered and plucked Chen Ling who had become a blood man.

If many wounds that hurt the guilt are not treated in time, the impact will not only be her future cultivation, but will soon endanger her life.

Xia Wei has been exhausted, her hands and legs are slightly shivering.

However, anyone can see her excitement and ecstasy.

In the gaze of everyone, she walked forward and picked up the snow-white dagger from the dust.

"There is no sword that can't die, only a swordsman who uses death."

The imperial city messenger looked at this girl who was very low-key in the Shushan sword meeting, but it was not obvious, but in reality, the girl who was extremely powerful inside couldn’t help but laugh and gave a sigh.