Supreme Rebirth

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Zilin sword sword light surging, killing force, killing that piece of purple gold phoenix wing scissors that shuttled from the void, and then, exploding thousands of sword lights, pushing that piece of purple gold phoenix wing scissors directly back.

Zi Kunling is not only profound in strength, strong in strength, savvy, but even has a keen sense of mind.

This Zijin Phoenix Wing Scissor has the ability to shuttle through the void. It is extremely secretive before launching. There is no slight fluctuation in vitality. The average person will not be able to notice the trajectory of the Zijin Phoenix Wing Scissors, and they will be cut off the head, but Zi Kunling is accurate. Zijin Phoenix's wings cut off.

"Chen Lei, this kind of sneak attack is totally useless to me, you still have to be authentic."

In Zi Kunling's hand, the Zilin sword cut out dozens of sword lights, forced the Zijin Phoenix wings back, and then said sarcastically.

"Really, since that is the case, I fulfill your wish!"

Chen Lei said, and then waving his sleeves, eight long swords appeared beside Chen Lei, turning slowly around him.

The eight long swords are surrounded by dense electric awns, bright and dazzling, like the eight rounds of the small sun, and there is an inexplicable mysterious connection between the eight long swords. The eight-handed swords were as strong as one, echoing each other, bursts of thunder sounds thundering, louder than loud, shaking the whole void.

"Booming ..."

Dense thunder like rain covered everything, and the eight long swords also shone extremely dazzlingly, dragging eight long tails of light, and slashed towards Zi Kunling with great speed.

The power of this blow shocked the ghosts and ghosts. It was too powerful. In the blink of an eye, Zi Kunling was submerged by the light like the sea. The swords flew and the thunder sound shook the sky. The surrounding voids were like the sea surface. Fluctuating in ups and downs, extremely terrifying.

"Roar!"

In the endless thunder and lightning, there is a purple light flashing, that is the radiating light of the Purple Lin Sword, struggling to fight, fighting hard, including the sound of Zi Kunling ’s unwilling roar, he is using all the cards One piece after another of different treasures appeared in the light, with swords, treasures, and bells, etc., the light was dazzling, and manifested in the sea of ​​light, however, in the blink of an eye, one by one broken.

These treasures are all the treasures of Zi Kunling's body, but they can't suppress the eight swords hanging above the head.

The eight long swords echoed with each other, forming a mysterious formation. A horrible and dense thunder burst sounded from the eight long swords, aiming at the soul of Zi Kunling.

A huge ball of purple plasma thunder, densely spewing out of the eight-handed sword, with a worldly divine power, trapped Zi Kunling in it, and struck all the treasures he sacrificed. Broken, turned into fragments of the ground.

At this time, Zi Kunling, the bun was already destroyed, and his hair fluttered randomly, and his expression was embarrassed. He tried his best to confront, evolve all kinds of magic, but it was useless. The formation of the eight long swords hanging above his head. , Turning this place into a dead cage, like the thunder ball plasma of a waterfall, dumped down, turning the lower part into a Jedi.

"Ah!"

Within the eight-handed sword, Zi Kunling was like a trapped beast, sending out roars of roar. However, the final result was the same, and it was impossible to resist or even counterattack.

The purple Lin sword in his hand danced violently, and turned into a spherical sword curtain, protecting his body firmly, but the scope of defense was getting smaller and smaller, and the ability of defense was getting weaker and weaker.

"What kind of exercise is this!"

Seeing the eight-handed long swords resembling one body, suspended in mid-air with a mysterious position, hanging down like a thunderbolt plasma ball, turned into a cage of extinction, trapping Zi Kunling in it, and the many disciples watching below opened one by one. I looked at it with my eyes wide, but I had never seen such a wonderful method, so I couldn't help asking people around me.

"I don't know, how could it be so powerful?"

The disciples around shook their heads one after another, and with their knowledge, they could not recognize what kind of exercises Chen Lei used.

"This is the way of sword formation, but Chen Lei is so old, how can he be able to practice the way of sword formation?"

Several of the disciples from the Holy Land said that some disciples like them had this knowledge.

Zi Yunchuan's face at this time was as dead as gray, staring firmly at Zi Kunling trapped above the ring, his hands twitching and his face sullen.

"Sword array, how could it be a sword array?"

At this time, Zi Yunchuan's heart was like a storm, the mood fluctuated violently, and the sword array was unpredictable. If you wanted to successfully practice the sword array, the difficulty can be said to be desperate.

The Ziyang Palace was built for tens of thousands of years, and there is also a sword formation method in the palace, but no one has successfully practiced for tens of thousands of years. The lord has excellent qualifications and the best in the world, but he has never practiced the technique of successful sword formation.

And this Chen Lei, so young, how did he cultivate the way of successful sword formation?

Above the ring, Zi Kunling, trapped in the sword formation, retaliated again, with purple light shining in the endless light, but it was like a candle in the wind, almost in the blink of an eye, it was depressed again.

Chen Lei stood a hundred meters away, with continuous seals between his fingers, struggling to destroy the sword array. This set of small Leiyin sword arrays was displayed with his current practice, but it was still too reluctant, but this is already his The strongest means.

If this sword array could not suppress Zi Kunling, then he had no good way to defeat Zi Kunling.

However, Chen Lei felt that Zi Kunling did not have much counterattack ability, because at this time he could feel that although Zi Kunling was still struggling to resist, the resistance was getting weaker and weaker, as long as he persisted for a moment, Zi Kunling Ling will definitely lose.

This Zi Kunling is so powerful, Chen Lei has already made a killing opportunity, as long as Zi Kunling loses his ability to resist, Chen Lei can instantly cut Zi Kunling under the sword array, the power of the sword array, no one can resist.

Zi Yunchuan is extremely contradictory. Now the situation in the ring is very clear. Zi Kunling will definitely lose. However, Zi Kunling is still not admitting defeat, but insisting hard.

He knew in his heart that although Zi Kunling behaved gently, in fact, he was more proud than anyone else. If he let him confess, he might as well kill him.

However, if you do not admit defeat, it is meaningless to persevere.

Because at this point, if Zi Kunling still has the means to counter the market, it has long been used. Now it is still trapped in the sword formation, unable to break free, it must be to the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted.

"Kun Lingxian's nephew, leaving Qingshan here, not afraid of no firewood, hurry up and admit defeat!"

Zi Yunchuan was anxious in his heart, and quickly transmitted a voice to Zi Kunling.

The Ziyang Eucharist is very important to the Ziyang Palace and must not be lost. Although this time he and Leimeng had a gamble of 1 billion sub-prime crystals, the value of the Ziyang Eucharist is 10 billion or 100 billion sub-prime crystals. It is not enough to compare with it.

Therefore, even if you lose this gambling game, you must ensure that Zi Kunling, a Ziyang sacred body that is hard to come by in a thousand years.

Zi Kunling heard Ziyun Chuan's voice and was unwilling in his heart. But he was the Ziyang Eucharist, a peerless talent born in ten thousand years, confident and invincible, but how could he be defeated by Chen Lei? To make him admit defeat, it is no different than stabbing a knife in his heart.

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