“Zhang Xuan” Yang Xingxia said with some doubts, “Unexpectedly, you, a bereaved dog, dare to appear in front of me. The last time you were killed, you were lucky. I want to know that this time, your luck, It’s not that good”
“That’s what I want to say.” A purple lotus appeared on Zhang Xuan’s head.
The look of Yang Shou’s tomb became more solemn.
“Xianlian, he is an immortal lotus” Xu Huan, who was in the tomb of Yang Shou’s sword-like body, stared at Zhang Xuan, his eyes were shocked, and he kept muttering.
The old woman behind Wei Lan also widened her eyes.
“Old stuff, kill him” Yang Xingxia shouted.
The lotus flower on top of Zhang Xuan’s head emitted a white light. At the same time, a white phantom appeared behind Zhang Xuan. The seven-meter phantom caused Yang Shou’s tomb to shake. He finally understood the legendary sword intent. , Where did it come from.
“Soul Controlling Realm” Xu Huan exclaimed, his heroic spirit is about to wake up. He knew very well that the condensing of the heroic spirit behind him was a manifestation of the controlling spirit realm.
Zhang Xuan lifted the purple divine sword in his hand and swiped it casually. The giant shadow behind him made the same movement at the same time. In this simple stroke, the sword shadow filled the sky and went straight to the tomb of Yang Shou.
The old woman behind Wei Lan also figured it out at this moment. No wonder he hadn’t found the whereabouts of the sword master before. It turned out that he was the master who has always been blind to himself.
Faced with the sword glow emanating from behind Zhang Xuan, Yang Shou’s tomb could only greet him. Zhang Xuan was unscathed when the sword glow met. On the other hand, Yang Shou’s tomb was marked with small gaps in his clothes. Zhang Xuan was in an absolute advantage during the sword-mang encounter this time.
The combat power brought by the war spirits is huge, and a part of Yang Shou’s tomb’s strength is still in a state of being suppressed. Under the circumstances, Zhang Xuan’s strength is stronger than Yang Shou’s tomb at this moment.
When the sky full of sword light dissipated, Yang Shou tomb’s clothes had become tattered.
Although the two of them didn’t have too fierce movements just now, they contained countless murderous intent, that is, Yang Shou tomb’s strength is tyrannical. If you change one person, I am afraid that it has been cut into fleshy by the sky full of sword light.
“Piaoxue sword intent is held by the legendary sword god.” Yang Shou tomb looked at the white phantom behind Zhang Xuan with a solemn expression, “Unexpectedly, this one turned into your heroic spirit, but the heroic spirit does not. Once fully awakened, you are just forcibly urging this kind of power. Although it is still far from reaching the spiritual control state, it is still invincible under the control of the spirit.”
Yang Shou tomb said, pulling out an iron sword from his waist. He rarely held his hand with a real sword against the enemy, but once he picked it up, it showed that Yang Shou tomb was already very serious.
“I practiced swords at the age of nine. I only practiced one sword for decades. If I break this sword, it is equivalent to defeating me.” Yang Shou tomb lifted the sword. At this moment, the fog that filled the surrounding heaven and earth began to begin. Condensed with the tip of the sword in the hands of Yang Shou tomb.
Everyone present felt a breath that made their heart palpitations from the plain iron sword in Yang Shou’s tomb.
“Zhang Xuan, he is accumulating his power. The power of this move is extremely terrifying. It has completely exceeded the upper limit of energy he has, and even has some meaning of Daoism. You are not an opponent, so quickly absorb the energy of the heroic spirit.” Ringing in my ears.
Zhang Xuan closed his eyes and slowly raised his arms. He made a gesture of putting the sword in its sheath, as if he wanted to draw the sword.
At this moment, Zhang Xuan and Yang Shou’s tomb are like two poles in this space. The fog condenses on the sword tip of Yang Shou’s tomb. The sword of Yang Shou’s tomb is even driving the energy of the Loulan formation.
But the violent spiritual energy could gather on the war spirit behind Zhang Xuan, and the illusory white figure became more and more condensed.
At this moment, people and cats far away from here looked towards this side.
Breaking the army in the opposite direction also stopped, glanced at it, and muttered: “So strong.”
On the surface of the lake not far from Zhang Xuan and Zhang Xuan, the lake water was completely tumbling, and there were waves and whirlpools, which produced all kinds of abnormalities.
“One sword in the extreme realm, under the control of the spirit, there has never been anyone who can break my sword. I don’t know how my sword compares to floating snow.” Yang Shou tomb’s wrist lightly picked.
Under the action of Yang Shou’s tomb, everyone present only felt that their brains were blank, and they didn’t even have the ability to think, let alone what way could they resist the sword of Yang Shou’s tomb. This is a kind of suppression from the realm. Under the control of the spirit, there are no people who can resist.
At the same time, Zhang Xuan made a sword-drawing gesture.
“One sword, falling snow.”
The biting chill swept over everyone. The tossing lake suddenly stood still, because it was enveloped by a layer of ice crystals, and the entire lake was completely frozen at this moment. The body of those inheritors, Also covered with a layer of frost.
The sword moves of Zhang Xuan and Yang Shou’s tomb at this moment completely surpassed the realm of gifting gods. There was no sound from the two encounters this time, as if the whole world, at this moment, became silent. .
One second
Two seconds
Three seconds
As if it was a moment, and as if a long time had passed, the frozen lake suddenly shattered, the lake continued to churn, and the disappeared thick fog filled it again.
The blood was sprayed, and one arm was thrown up, carrying a large swath of blood, and then it fell on the ground. On the arm, he also held an iron sword. At this moment, the sword was full of gaps.
The extreme sword of Yang Shou’s tomb was broken
Yang Shou tomb stared blankly at the broken arm on the ground in front of him, and the pain caused by the wound on his body was numb to him at this moment.
At the age of nine, he practiced swords only one sword and one sword in the extreme realm. At this time, he was broken, as if his faith was cut off. At this moment, Yang Shou tomb was completely stunned.
A cold light drew across Yang Shou’s tomb’s cheek, and went straight behind Yang Shou’s tomb.
“Yang Xingxia, die”
Zhang Xuan’s voice was very soft, but the intention of killing was very strong.
The sword light pierced Yang Xingxia’s chest, and a touch of ice crystal appeared in front of Yang Xingxia, even the blood was locked.
Yang Xingxia’s eyes widened, and her head slowly lowered, looking at the wound on her chest and the ice crystals spreading around her, a sense of powerlessness spread from her body, and even breathing became difficult at this moment.
Yang Xingxia shook his head slightly, his eyes were full of confusion, he couldn’t believe it, all of this was true, and his heart was blown away.
“Old old stuff” Yang Xingxia said, but he felt strenuous to speak, “I, I, I don’t want to die.”
“No” Yang Shou tomb let out a stern roar.
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