Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Your King and your trust are an unimaginable miracle.

Yan Xuan had already raised his saber.

"ended."

The vision is blurred, the passage of life comes here in the most real state, there is no redundant technology, the sword skills fall like a storm, and the ancient hilt is still covered with dust.

Holding the long dagger with one hand, he constantly blocked, bounced, and backed away. There was no extra time to think about tactics. Yan Ce didn't blink his eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, it meant that he had completely lost the initiative, which meant defeat.

"Crack!"

The long dagger that can be seen at hand screamed in the fierce impact, and the voice became more and more high-pitched and sad, as if crying, and finally broke.

"goodbye……"

Yan Xuan said.

Breaking the blade is a fatal mistake, the sword is as fast as it can be, the hit is destined to win or lose, if the boy's heart is for the nations...

Yan Xuan thought of this more than once.

Your skills are taught by me, so you can't win.

then.

The sword wrapped in black cloth was placed across the chest with one arm, blocking the fatal blow.

His veins bulged, his muscles trembled slightly, and the boy had difficulty breathing.

When the sword strikes, the black cloth is torn.

The sword of prestige showed its true sharpness, not just an ornament for a king, it was truly unstoppable.

The sound of the sword sounded, as if the emperor was declaring.

then.

Block, move forward, get close, draw your sword and slash!

Majestic king, my swordsmanship was not taught by you!

front!

cut off his sword.

Yan Xuan was in shock: "This is—"

Tai'a's sword tip fell off the ancient sword, and the sword tip slanted towards his body.

The dark clouds cleared, and the cold white moonlight fell.

Yan Ce struggled with the sword with one arm, his pupils were burning like flames, and his breathing was disordered.

But the voice is undeniable.

"Too!"

pS: Two-in-one update, this section is coming to an end, change the taste to find the feeling, and then gradually return to daily life.There is an exam tomorrow, and if I stabilize myself in the morning, there should be no problems.

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Life and death line.

The pain in his left arm finally made him lose consciousness. Yan Ce slowly raised his right hand, and the torn black cloth fell down, revealing the whole picture of the legendary sword endowed with countless meanings.

This is the emperor's only sword.

If there really is a sword that can cut everything, then its name must be——

Too much!

Broken long daggers and broken ancient swords lie quietly on the boundless earth, and will eventually return to dust.

It turned out to be Tai Ah, why did the king of Qin give the sword that never leaves his body to a young man from Yan Kingdom?This unsolvable answer, perhaps only the gods can answer it for him.

Unimaginable, unimaginable, and so natural.

On the side, Yu Ji was a little startled and thoughtful, and met her adoptive father's gaze, her expressionless face was a little more agile, as if she was silently resisting Yan Xuan.

"Yu she still hates me." Yan Xuan ignored the blood shed, and sighed to himself: "Ming Ji really has a very good daughter, but unfortunately I don't have one. If I can kill you, I will lose the meaningless feelings in my heart." Hopefully, I should be able to regain control of this child."

"Can you do it?"

The dark Assassin turned into a warrior who was born to die, and his rich experience told Yan Xuan all the time how deadly the boy in front of him was, and at the same time, Young Master Ce once again proved to him what a miracle was.

The phantoms of thousands of days and nights in the past rushed back like a tide, and all the cognitions were turned upside down. Yan Xuan raised his eyes and did not speak. What should be said has already been said.

A sword mark flashed by the young man seemed to cut open the heart, and he felt the warmth of the blood for a long time. The middle-aged man had no rulers in his hands, and Yan Ce's complexion became worse and worse, and the weakness caused by blood loss lingered in his heart. In his heart, the once gentle black pupils began to burn with flames, igniting everything like a spiraling storm.

The creator of Shame and the most perfect but also the most failed creation coincidentally charge. When the spirit is greater than the body, the skill explodes, the dust is flying, and the flow of air slows down. No one is doing the so-called defense. Only offense is the perfect defense. .

The deadly sword light is moving forward, the soil under his feet is sunken, and the young man's left arm hangs down weakly. He can only drag the sword with one arm, and his hand is trembling. If uncontrollable skill is a shortcoming, what about completely out of control?

As night falls, the stage is set up for the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood!

The whistling sound in his ear was passing by, Yan Xuan did not evade, even if he had to risk his life, he wanted to destroy this growing nightmare. The air in early spring seemed to be frozen, and Guoshang's assassin momentum should be nothing. At this moment, the boy stripped For all the signs of Shaoyun Order, the storm contained in the pupils exploded more and more, and the momentum was as fierce and public as a rainstorm.

Turn sideways, take a step, step firmly, and the sword light flickers!