v8 Chapter 206： Those that are not available

There are golden waves of peanuts on the sword. When the ripples rise, they are separated from the blade, but they are turned into golden pieces of golden feathers. Fastest update

Numerous bright yellow swords that condense into the essence, such as thousands of phoenix feathers flying from his sword, dense as blizzard, and escape to the surrounding world.

Thousands of thunder fires were shattered, and only a pale spark of fire was like a candle in the wind, dancing in the bright yellow sword.

This is the real power to break the road.

With the generation and stimulation of these swords, Yuanwu's body is constantly expanding, becoming huge, becoming infinite, and becoming through the endless void in the perception of all people, even ordinary people.

He is like a giant that is unimaginably tall and connected to heaven.

Without any cleverness, he crushed all the meanings by pure power, and forced Zheng Xing’s hidden sword of the fire.

This is the power of the eight borders. However, compared with the Lushan League, his control of the eight forces is obviously very skillful and casual.

The sharp turbulence caused by thousands of phoenix-like swords, the sword in his hand from the sharp shock to the absolute still, there is no slight pause.

In the next moment, the sword in his hand was handed out to the cold spark.

From the moment of extremes to the moment of sudden retreat, this fragment that seems to be inconsistent with the laws of the heavens and the earth, even the innumerable practitioners present even have a feeling of being uncomfortable.

The bright yellow sword light is incomparably inconspicuous with the pale sparks.

But it is not a sniper, but a slap.

Obviously, it is a narrow sword light. In the void, it is like a huge wave of slaps. The sound of "嗡" is a muffled sound, and the pale sparks are reversed by the hard life, and they are counter-attacked to Zheng sleeves.

There was only a little dispersal of the Spark, and the power was only slightly weakened.

Ding Ning has a secret sword, but it is only a matter of borrowing some swords, just like grabbing some traces of Jianqi, and a sword like Yuanwu, but it has a cloud of mud.

Zhao Yi couldn't see such a picture, but everything he saw in his perception was clearer than most people present.

He couldn't help but shook his head.

He did not think that Yuanwu was already so powerful.

Even though his own realm today is not comparable to that of the previous year on the Weihe River, he is sure that he can change his own mind and may not be able to withstand the full strength of Yuanwu.

There was a muffled sound in the air.

Zheng Shou’s body had already left the hull and leaped into the air.

The battle between a practitioner like her and Yuan Wu is originally to see who can dominate the opportunity and keep the rhythm of the battle in his own hands.

With that symbol, she has already seized the opportunity.

However, this piece of Yuan Wu is breaking the attack while defending her sword.

This pale white spark is still a few hundred feet away from her. The horrible power of the horror has already hit her body, and she has been forced from the air.

Her feet are landing.

A visible wave of air spread from her ankles into the surrounding air.

The walls of the port under her feet are covered with blue rocks.

This kind of rock is extremely hard. After years of use in the port, the rolling of the horse and the friction of the cable, only leaving a shallow trace, just smoothing the surface.

However, with the spread of this wave, the hard rock is cracked like a cracked spider web, and it spreads sharply. The inside is like a kettle that boils water, and it rushes out.

The stone chips sprang up and hit the ship along the port, sending out a terrible crash.

The ships began to sway violently, and dense wounds appeared on the hull.

Zheng Liang’s indifferent eyes also flashed a strange brilliance, and she did not think that Yuan Wu’s cultivation had reached such a level.

However, neither her mood nor her body was shaken.

Her feet were like nails stuck in the blasting port, and she reached out to the pale white spark that had fallen on her face.

With a bang, the heavens and the earth are like an oven.

The heat is so hot that people outside the port feel unbearable heat flow from her hands to the heavens and the earth.

At the center of the oven is the little sword that clings to her palm.

The two swords are facing the moment of contact, and the pale sparks of fire are easily broken like burnt paper ash.

The four swords of Zhao Si’s own sword have been tempered for a long time in the turbulent flow of the Spark. This kind of spark can not pose any threat to it. Instead, there are many scattered sparks that are instantly absorbed by this sword. .

The blade of this fiery red sword is surrounded by a pale flame and becomes huge.

Zheng Zong’s movements seem to be stagnant, but this Jianguang is fast beyond the perception of the vast majority of monks present.

Jianguang instantly broke the air and stabbed Yuanwu's eyebrows.

In the blazing star, Yuanwu's facial features are almost transparent, and his eyes seem to be burning.

"This is the sword that you have been raising for a long time?"

However, his mouth was instead a flash of ridiculous smile.

Between this kind of smile blooms, the thick and unimaginable strength of the heavens and the earth has already surged from the throne of his whole body.

Along with the horrible tears, the pale white sparks that were entangled and entangled were actually shaken away from the sword of the sword and turned into a candle-like thing, and they went out.

The sword of Zheng Shou’s hand was still in the air, and even with her body, brought out the residual image in the air.

The bright yellow sword that he had just completed in his hand was lifted up in an unusually simple and violent manner, and then, like a long stick, headed down to Zheng sleeves!

There were countless cracks in the air.

The two swords did not really meet, but the collision between the elements has caused Zheng Sleeve's body to be instantly shaken out.

Her body, such as the wailing geese, slanted and flew over the ships that were still shaking, and slammed into the banks of the Weihe River.

Yuan Wu’s hand with a sword is only slightly shaking. His knees are slightly curved, but he is not trying to unload, but to re-energize!

At the next moment, his figure has disappeared in place.

Today is not a complicated battle. He only needs to deal with Zheng Zhuang, so he does not need to smash the real yuan in his body.

This kind of warfare is not good, but it is very practical and very domineering.

His figure has reached the top of Zheng sleeves.

This is a sense of speed and momentum that makes people shocked at the venue.

The wind that he brought up caused many smaller ships to even tip over and slam into the water.

The sword in his hand has already been lifted. At the next moment, the sword will be smashed like a giant stick, enough to break the sleeves into the bottom of the river!

However, at this time, what happened to him was also unexpected.

The sword in the hands of Zheng sleeves was handed out faster than him.

Or, Zheng Shou’s sword meaning is formed faster than him. Rw