Sword Moving Mountains and Rivers

The rapidness of the light and fog was even faster than the time when the warships of the Quasi-class were sailing at full speed. Just need to be embarrassed, it has already caught up with the rear of the Taishui Tianxingyun Shenzhou.

Originally, people thought that this is something like the previous shady scene, which can sever the source of the star power, or the magic light. They all tried their best to prevent it. Xie Yuqing’s sound sword covered the void when the fog was close to a thousand feet.

When the actual contact is made, it is found that the situation is wrong. The white haze is invisible and innocent, and there is no entity at all. Whether it is Xie Zhenqing’s Leiyin sword or the rest of the people’s True Origin mana, they can’t break the fog.

“This is not a fog, it is too sly sect sect too ignorant.”

Su Xinghe’s pupil was fierce and his eyes were anxious. He looked at Zhuang Wudao: “The man wants to use the Sword Intent to fight directly against the Lord Primordial Spirit, annihilating or reinventing the spirit of the Lord.”

At this time, none of the people present at the scene could maximize the speed of the Taishou Temple. Not to mention that it is a devastating smash, even if it is only a disturbance, it can also make the idling speed of this quasi-class warship greatly reduced.

“Too 霄 霄 诛 诛 ” o”

Lei Yin Tian Zun’s face was pale, and the sword sound changed immediately. He began to favor the sound quality of the Primordial Spirit, and almost exhausted his efforts.

Undead daoist also knows that the situation is not good, single palm erected, began to speak to Zhuang Wudao. It was just a must, so that Zhuang Wudao was covered in a week by a layer of dark black rune Admiralty. Although he is dissatisfied with Zhuang Wudao, he also knows that there is no end to the eggs under the nest.

Zhuang Wudao If you die here today, then he does not die daoist, and there is no physiology.

Then there was a dream of a few open mouths, and at this time it was a low-pitched voice like a beast. The thoughts of the people who were present were all faint. Fortunately, the corpse king can also distinguish between the enemy and me, and with a little adaptation, it can withstand.

Su Jiantong and Su Xinghe, even more to the end of the ship, within a short distance, the two even out seven arrows

However, it was too late, and the white haze was only slightly distorted for a moment, and it continued to move forward. Unimpeded penetration into the Taishui Tianxingyun Shenzhou, pointing directly to the Zhuang Wudao in the main control room.

The things wrapped in the white mist finally showed signs. It is a silver sword that is condensed by the essence of the mind. It is only about one foot long and sharp.

At the moment when the light and fog dissipated, the Fuwen Jinzhong hole was directly worn, reaching Zhuang Wudao’s eyebrows. Divine Abilty, a few people who tried their best, couldn’t stop it.

Hu Yan nine arm muscle knot, but also at this time a hammer hit, the power has continued to rush to the maximum, the breakthrough of the third-order road, suddenly slammed on the silver sword. Then the whole person was bounced back and threw it on the wall outside the Baizhang. Although people are fine, blood is flowing between the nose and mouth.

Although his body was not hurt at all, the Primordial Spirit has been inflicted. The thoughts of the immortal realm were shocked backlash, unable to withstand.

“Primordial Spirit is dead, not dead”

Xie Yuqing looked at the silver sword and flashed a trace of golden lines, could not help but suck a cold.

This is a strong fairy who has made a living and wants to be separated from Zhuang Wudao by Primordial Spirit. With God as a sword, entangled by the power of cause and effect, between the two, there will be one life and one death.

Even if they are, they can’t bother. There is a battle like the cultivator, which is unpredictable. It is even more dangerous than the battle of the heart and soul.

If this battle is won by Zhuang Wudao, you can even plunder some of the essence of the soul from the Primordial Spirit. You can even grab some of the soul fragments of the latter to gain the foundation of the other. If it is defeated, it will be the death of God.

But how easy is this to talk about? There is no complete body in the scattered fairy, and the Primordial Spirit is the equivalent of its body.

The scattered fairy position is also higher than the Zhuang Wudao of Returning Origin, which is nearly three realms.

This is completely to force people, not to give Zhuang Wudao any room for a turnaround.

“It’s nothing more than fearlessness.”

Su Xinghe’s face is extremely ugly, and he flew back, coldly snorted: “I guess that even if the person loses, there will be a generation of death.”

The undead daoist also smiles like a cold smile: “I am afraid that I am also confident and self-defeating.”

At the same time, I have already flashed a few thoughts at the same time. If Zhuang Wudao is defeated by God, how can he escape?

“The situation is not too bad.”

Xie Yuqing did not show his eyebrows, but he seemed to think of something. His face was soothed a bit: “The Lord has the Inner World jurisdiction, and there is no chance of winning.”

Su Jiantong is a bitter smile. The result of this Zhuang Wudao battle is already desperate.

What about Inner World and the French domain? That is not the same as the Inner World jurisdiction? After offsetting each other, it is still a Returning Origin and an Immortal Ascension.

Even if the gods read the world, Zhuang Wudao is the main one, but it is still the first difference.

Even if the singer can’t win, just drag on, so that Zhuang Wudao can’t be distracted, and after the two squadrons arrive, the same is the chance of winning.

The undead daoist hears the slight movement of the heart, and suppresses the distracting thoughts: “There is indeed a chance of victory in the Lord. What you and I have to do now is to try not to catch up with the two warships.”

How did he forget that Zhuang Wudao has two things about Inner World? And the same is the Inner World jurisdiction, Zhuang Wudao’s heavy and infinite and mixed celestial poles, how can it compare with these ordinary fairy World?

The silver-white sword, at this time the entire sword tip has penetrated into the eyebrows of Zhuang Wudao. The tangible and inferior body penetrates, but it does not see the slightest blood.

Zhuang Wudao is a faceless expression of his eyes, but at this time his Primordial Spirit is another scene.

A piece of infinite void, standing alone. An endless sword shadow, slamming him. Zhuang Wudao is enchanted by the gods, and the golden red sword light is guarded in front of him. Just like a strong dam, it is firmly resisting this vast sword.

Also faintly visible, come to the sword tide, an old man who must be white.

Is Primordial Spirit a deadly fight? It should be said that this person is a big timid, or is there any fear?

Zhuang Wudao’s eyes are slightly stunned, and the heart of the lake is not shocked. It is quiet to the Ning, and all the ideas are converged as a trace, so as not to be used by the other party.

Primordial Spirit’s fight, the most taboo is the panic. The quietness of the town has the capital to compete with one.

And today’s battle, within your own Primordial Spirit, is your own home. It is itself Innate Battle Soul, not afraid of the oppression.

The victory and defeat between him and this old man, even if it is added to the two battleships of the next order, it should be three or seven, and it is slightly inferior, and it is not without life, why should it panic?

“Too smashing”

The word shadow in front of you is better, it seems to be able to tear up Heaven and Earth, and it’s ubiquitous. ‘The devil of the god of the gods, the defense, and finally showed some loopholes, directly penetrated through

And this is a dark void, and it has begun to change. There was a ray of light around it, and then it gradually became a world of swords.

In the white robe old man, there is a huge Jianshan. Above the mountain, it is awkward, four characters.

“Inner World and the French?”

Zhuang Wudao’s brow is slightly picky, but it is not shocking. Inner World and the French domain, can you still use it like this?

The body has already felt the fascinating Sword Intent of the countless days of the sword, Zhuang Wudao is not in a hurry, a handful of glimpses. Under the earth, the mountains and rivers are curved, and the surrounding area changes into a world of thunder and lightning.

A heavy-eyed giant bird suddenly burst out from this infinite thunderbolt and took a claw. The thousands of sword shadows began to succumb, and the mountain of Taimu Mountain began to shake.

Too Sword sect’s Tai Yu Tian Jian, similar to Xuan Sheng Tian Yan Jian. The latter can only become the 1st Grade high-order gods if it is repaired to the forty-ninth sword, in order to condense the true 1st Grade peak level of the “Xuantian, sword domain.”

There are three Taishou Tianjian, the first one is 3rd Grade, the second is 2nd Grade, and the third is the real 1st Grade ‘Taiwan sword field.

At this time, the old man’s ‘Taiwan sword field, but the 2nd Grade level castrated version, compared to his heavy and infinite, this is a level, and Void Refining to the Returning Origin. At this time, the moment when the bird’s illusion is revealed, it is a sweeping trend.

After re-emphasizing the world, he directly shot two white lights and hit the white robe old man.