My talent is resurrection

Chapter 420

The moment Tao Li slashed down with his sword, the entire Tianguang Prefecture seemed to have dimmed.

The sky is dark.

Jiaolong's high head paused, the look of horror in his eyes flashed, and it was quickly buried, replaced by a more violent ferocity, tearing down the void, the sky collapsed, and the majestic aura fell like the sky falling.

Tao Li held the sword lightly. At this last moment, he released all his arrogance as a sword fairy. The flying sword seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and it burst into an extremely shining sword light. The entire sky in Guangzhou was cloudless, and the sky was clear and the earth was bright in an instant!
The corner of Jiaolong's mouth was bleeding, bursting out the power of essence and blood in his body, and burning his soul to the most violent point, he did not hesitate to kill Tao Li!
There can only be one in the battle for the water god in Tianguang Prefecture. If Tao Li is not killed, it will die. There is no need for others to take action.

If you want to live, you can only become a water god.

The water dragon roared again, stepping on the sky, holding the void in its mouth, and carrying half of the water transport in Tianguangzhou, it rushed towards Tao Li.

Such a fight has nothing to do with skills, but just a collision between strength and strength.

Tao Li's hand holding the flying sword was shaking.

Because the flying sword was trembling.

At this moment, the flying sword named "Guang Yin" radiated its full radiance, so that the body of the sword could no longer bear it, and there were vaguely broken fine lines emerging.

Flying swords have spirit, and they will protect them all. The more spiritual a flying sword is, the more ferocious sword intent it will bloom when the sword master is in danger.

The only way to protect the lord with flying swords is to kill!
When it was swung down, small fragments of the sword body began to fall from above the "Yin", and the restrained sword intent inside began to surge out fiercely, almost piercing the sky.

This sword is finally cut down.

When Tao Li fell the sword, his face gradually became dull. He didn't look at the dragon that was cutting towards him, but turned his head to look at the border.

Yao Tianchang, who had a hard time fighting against several supreme saints of the demon clan, suddenly stopped fighting with his sword, and looked towards Guangzhou, his lower sky, with fixed eyes, and sighed heavily.

Yao Tianchang's pause caused Yao Tianchang to be seized by several supreme saints, and he fought a series of siege, fell three thousand miles downward in the universe, stepped on the sky, and finally condensed a layer of sword energy Weakened by [-]%.

All the supreme saints came in an instant, once again besieged and killed Yao Tianchang with horns, and at the same time they were secretly shocked. They really did not expect that Yao Tianchang's combat power had been honed to such an extent that he was in this world with nearly five supreme monsters. They have been fighting for almost ten years, and the battle situation is still the same. They caught a gap just now for some reason, and they managed to occupy a little advantage and slightly suppressed Yao Tianchang.

In fact, the two sides didn't try their best in the fight, and they kept their real killing moves before the final moment, waiting for the final fight between the Yaozu and the Tianguangzhou human monks.

If Yao Tianchang really didn't want his life, and let go of his hands and feet to fight with several Monster Race Supremes, then at least two Supreme Saints could be taken away. This is the tacit fact of the Monster Race Supremes. Recruit, then there are more than two.

Who will die then?
The supreme saints of the monster race don't know, let alone die.

Therefore, it is even more important to arrange Yao Tianchang's killing situation now, and reduce his combat power before the real time for fighting.

Yao Tianchang stabilized his mind, blocked the siege of several supreme monsters, turned his wrist lightly, and unexpectedly threw the flying sword directly, using the sword intent all over his body as a sword, held it in his hand, and moved towards the supreme saints. shouted.

"The supremacy of the monster race, it's only mediocre!"

The thrown flying sword was replaced by a streamer, traveling three thousand miles across the universe, falling into Tianguangzhou, and beheading the huge head of the water dragon!
The demon master who was far away in the sea raised his mouth slightly, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Finally, I can't help it anymore."

At the same time, the Supreme Saint Yinhu, who was in Leichi Tiandi, actually released the real body of Fashen directly in the boundary of Tianguang Prefecture, carrying the suppression of Tianguang Prefecture's Human Race Avenue, and went straight to Huanyu, to participate in Yao Tianchang's siege battle!
The great sage who is the master of killing, enters the arena today.

The flying sword from the universe shattered the water dragon's head, destroyed the gentian, and inserted into a magic circle.

The magic circle had a dim light, and it was extremely silent, and it locked Feijian firmly, unable to leave.

Nether Lock Sword Formation.

The sorcerer raised one hand, with five fingers pointing upwards, and above the fingertips there was a dark gloom shining, and in the center of it was the phantom of a flying sword, which was firmly trapped here.

From the ancient times, the large formation specially aimed at sword immortals was completed by the magician alone from the start, control and lock of the formation. It took thousands of years, but the result finally paid off.

Sword Immortal Flying Sword is locked, how much combat power can he still have with just the sword intent?
The demon master was very curious about how much combat power the invincible Yao Tianchang had left, and whether he could deal with the simultaneous attack and killing of five supreme saints.

Tao Li stood on the sky with a dazed expression, his left hand had dissipated with the breeze, he was a remnant soul, he couldn't become a water god, and he couldn't become a ghost cultivator, so naturally he couldn't stay under the gaze of heaven for a long time.

And half of Jiaolong's water transportation never really existed from the beginning to the end, and they were all given to that Nether Formation, and half of Tianguang Prefecture's water transportation was used to support the Netherworld...

What a great means.

Tao Li's other hand, which was still intact, held the broken flying sword "Time", looked at the locked flying sword, lowered his head and said sadly.

"The disciple is incompetent."

After finishing his words, Tao Li suddenly raised his sword, stepped in the wind, his body continued to dissipate, and raised the sword in his right hand, piercing the sky with the grief and indignation of the sword fairy, and at this moment, he led the way of heaven and burst out with sword light.

The thirteenth realm for a moment is only enough to swing a sword.

Fortunately enough.

The entire sky in Guangzhou was dark, and there seemed to be an instant stagnation.

Feijian Guangyin stood on the Nether Locking Sword Formation, cut a gap, and extinguished a Nether on the demon master's five fingers.

The sorcerer's complexion darkened, and he immediately gathered his five fingers together, hiding the Nether Locking Sword Formation and the flying sword in the depths of the void.

After this sword strike, light rain began to fall in Tianguang Prefecture, and then it suddenly became heavier, and the rain continued to fall all over the sky, as if the sky was crying.

The flying sword was shattered, and the last arm holding the sword disappeared.

The majestic water transport gathered at this moment, galloping towards Chen Jiu's place, pouring into the heart lake of Chen Jiu's body with a gentle gesture.

Since then, Tianguangzhou water transport has a place to go.

Chen Jiuxin Lake expanded enormously in an instant, his consciousness became clear instantly, his pupils widened, and he hurriedly looked back.

A broken flying sword fell in front of him, the blade was almost completely shattered, leaving only the hilt and the last bit of sword intent.

Chen Jiu stared blankly at Feijian, as if he couldn't believe it, his head kept turning, his expression was anxious, and he looked around eagerly.

Nothing.

It was evening, and the rivers and lakes were raining heavily at night.

(End of this chapter)