Sword Moving Mountains and Rivers

Over Shiling Island, Zhuang Wudao also spit out a bloody, unstoppable blood, overflowing from the corner of the lips. This ‘yin and yang robbery is far beyond his current realm. Fortunately, this type of kendo is not complete. He can’t make a complete yin and yang robbery now.

However, this broken sword style has already displaced his lungs and almost hit hard. Even if it has a mysterious nature, it has a golden body and a sacred body. It still cannot support it.

For him, this sword is both defeated. Fortunately, it’s the current situation, it’s a hundred times worse than him.

Looking up, his first sight has fallen from the height of four thousand feet. The face is like gold paper, and the hole in the chest is even more terrifying. The eyes are closed and seem to be in a coma.

Not only is the lungs broken, this punch is more directly impacting the Primordial Spirit. If it was not the last moment, Zhuang Wudao’s aftermath was not enough, and the big man was directly degraded.

Further away, the three ‘Wanfo four elephants like the Golden Lights of the Holy Tower, the group of gangs, is a mess, countless Dharma, and at the same time descend, and come to the next. Trying to use the technique of reply to help the recovery of the injury.

Zhuang Wudao has already confirmed this time, but he has already won this battle from the Shiling Island, the battle for the rise and fall of Leaving Dust. No one knows better than him, this boxing’s yin and yang robbery, the killing.

Even if there is no war blessing, in the world, those who can take this punch without dying will never exceed ten, and the whole body will retreat, without hurting, and even one.

He will never look back to the sect

Zhuang Wudao only feels the heart is smooth, carrying the burden in his heart, the heavy burden and pressure. There is also that blame and self-blame. It seems that I finally vented a few.

Leaving Dust In the next few hundred years, the rise and prosperity of the company has not changed because of its incompetence.

It can be done with sorrow, but sadness can no longer be suppressed. Zhuang Wudao looked red and looked at the awkward position like a meteor.

Some don’t want to look back, and they don’t dare to look back, only because they know when the war is over, that is when the festival is dead. He even hates that time will always stop at this moment.

After just three breaths, Zhuang Wudao heard behind him, and Hua Ying screamed again.

A grand air machine, from the midday Xuanyang ship, rushed up. At the same time, it caused a robbery, and a striking thunder, from the sky straight down.

Zhuang Wudao binoculars are all uncontrollable and cannot be controlled by themselves.

Shi Zun

The breath that is sensed behind him is clearly Hua Ying, who has already stepped into the realm of the Primordial Spirit in a state of turmoil, and the temperament of the air, causing the thunder to come.

However, the opportunity is the festival at the moment, and the shadow of the soul has begun to scatter and fragment.

The Buddha of Great Ascension can kill the Buddha of Great Ascension, all of which are damn 燎原寺贞一燎,燎原寺, can be annoying to kill

The temple’s shackles are all killed.

This moment, the slaying Sword Intent left by the sword of the sword, once again filled the heart.

There is no such thing as a slap in the face. At this moment, Zhuang Wudao is only waiting for the body. The injury is slightly restored, and the suppression of Blood Qi has already been shot.

When the Taiyang Yinyang sword came out, it was the most powerful type of Divine Abilty that he mastered at the moment.

Heaven and Earth, sadness, life and death

The sword is black and white, with the power to control life and death, and the void is transformed. Wherever passed, the earth is in the hustle and the trees are withered.

However, in this pair of yin and yang swords, it is necessary to smash the head of a skull. A knife, the void passed.

“Do you have a good friend, please wait for it”

‘Boom, a thunder, the vast force of the knife, is actually a hard life, directly Zhuang Wudao gathered a sword of life cultivation base, forced to scatter.

Zhuang Wudao’s mouth was sullen, but it was only once this time that he had already known who he was. Heaven’s knives are not prosperous, but there is only one one that can take the knife and repair it to the far-pressed kendo.

——The first person in the world, also the first knife in the world, Mu Yuanxuan

Many of the tops of the monument are made by the refining of this thing. When the Peerless Immortal King was on the list, it was a casual experience. Because of the cultivator, the cultivation Fist Technique is less, less than eleven, so the fists and the legs are all merged into one, which is set as the boxing list.

The sword refining is a great tool for repairing the sword. Therefore, the undoubtedly imperial warriors are all similar, but they have to set a number of separate lists for the swords and swords.

However, in the Heaven world, the knife list has always been ignored. It has only this position for tens of thousands of years. As the first knife in the world, it is the first knife in the world.

Zhuang Wudao has no ambiguity in his heart, only the anger that has been added to it. ‘Taiyin yin and yang sword, scattered and reunited, is a type of sword-style, Prfound Technique is lower than life and death, half a grade, but the momentum is more arrogant and overwhelming, smashing thousands of miles

“Is it dissatisfied? Also, if you stop him from killing him, the Taoist friend will be dissatisfied with his heart. However, this seat is said to be appropriate, and then you will not allow you to fail-“

The white knife light flashed through the void. The sword that Zhuang Wudao took out was once again divided into two, and then the suppression was suppressed one by one. Then it was a huge knife, and it came from thousands of miles away, locking Zhuang Wudao away.

The power is not as good as him. It is only 70% of Zhuang Wudao. However, the imaginary road of integration is too strong, even surpassing a large number of times.

When the knife pressure is pressed, Zhuang Wudao feels that his body is Qi and blood, almost solidified. Philip is fighting against the soul, but it seems like a big tree, a thousand miles.

Everything is broken under the pressure of the pressure of this knife.

In addition to Zhuang Wudao’s thoughts, Innate Battle Soul, with the momentum of not afraid of high-order cultivator. But at this moment, he within the body can not lift a half of the force, and even can not accurately control his body.

Within the mind, there is a renewed thought, or a hunch.

If you take another shot, you will definitely die. If the other party takes the shot, he will not be merciless.

Zhuang Wudao slammed the strong knives, still standing in the air, his back was straight, and the sword was still strong.

He didn’t want to admit defeat and he would never want to be in front of the knife. Anything that retreats to the opponent is the first person in the day.

I feel humiliated and inexplicable in my heart.

He is not a person who can’t help but swallow the sound. After 10 years of stalking Surpassing City, he has long understood the truth of humiliation. But today, in front of the festival, he is not willing to bow down to anyone.

This sword, he will definitely go out and die.

Just a thousand miles away, the sword has clearly risen to the peak, but at this moment it is still hovering in the air, unable to move.

The knife’s momentum is offset, such as the blade in the throat, the moment of the sword movement, when his head is broken.

The gap between the two sides will not be so disparate. However, at this moment, it is because he is fighting a lot of battles.

So even under the pressure of this knife, even if Zhuang Wudao has gathered all his strength, he still can’t support it.

“Sword Master, how can I help you?”

A stream of heat suddenly rose from the sword.

“Ok?”

Zhuang Wudao has returned to God, but there is a strange meaning in her heart. The spirit of this spirit has poured out, but there is no intention to control the body on his behalf.

“This poem, Sword Master can follow me. The teacher is a real name, and whoever is worthy of a thousand years; the aspirations are not paid before the death, and the long-term tears are full–“

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