The sword light looked not fast, but it came instantly.

Zhang Daochang watched the flying sword in front of him, and his pupils kept shining, only to find out.

The flying sword, which was only swallowed, has not been broken.

On the contrary, the unparalleled sword in front of Feng Heyi had not yet rushed to the front of the breath.

The unparalleled sword shadow disappeared, and there was only a way to avoid it, like a sword that was dead!

The flying sword in front of me is still bland.

However, the killing of the opportunity was shrouded, and Zhang Dao had a long sense of breathing.

The shadow of death is shrouded in, the fear in my heart is not controlled at all, and the oil is born.

However, as a Wuji Son sword, the person who is second only to Komoko, whether courage or strength, is by no means an ordinary monk comparable.

At the moment of life and death, only for a moment, Zhang Daochang pressed the fear in his heart.

The sword finger moved again, and his own flying sword flashed and appeared in his hands.

Holding the sword in his hand, Zhang Daochang immediately lifted his sword to the right, facing the sword light in front of him.

The tip of the sword is relatively instantly.

Zhang Dao's body trembled, his face was shocked in an instant, his eyes were full of error and shock.

At this moment, I only felt that a magnificent and sharp sword rushed into my body through the flying sword.

The amazing sword is raging in the body, and countless sword qi runs along the meridians, and then out of the body.

For only a moment, Zhang Dao's body was already a lot of holes, and it became a blood man, and he created it.

Even in the body, Jin Dan was hit hard under this sword, and it was dull.

Towards the blood, the bloody body retreated, and the consciousness was blurred at this moment because of serious injuries.

Only the hand holding the sword kept trembling, but never loosen it.

He knew it in his heart, this ... it was his front -line life.

All of this happened suddenly.

From a few people in Shen Miaoyin, it reminded, to Zhang Daochang being hit hard, but the blink of an eye.

Many monks present were widely stared at each other, incredible!

Zhang Daochang's strength, no one knows that no one knows it. Knowing that it may not be an opponent, but he did not expect that the other party only had a tricky trick, and there was a result!

In fact, not just everyone, even if Zhang Daochang himself, he did not expect that he would lose so fast, so thorough!

Just as Zhang Daochang supported the difficulties and his life hanging a line, a tall and upright posture appeared behind him.

"Swords and swords! Taoist and profound kendo accomplishment, it is really a means of harmful yin!"

The sound sounded, and Xiao Muzi shot behind Zhang Dao.

A strand of real Yuan is not entering, and the real Yuan is surging.

For a moment, Zhang Daochang's raging sword qi and swords were completely eliminated.

Behind the black scabbard, the flying sword without the scabbard, the Taiji yin and yang white jade inlaid in the sword of the sword, gently rotate.

A horrible sword light rushed out, and the flying sword sent by Feng Hezheng in the middle.

"!"

The spark of electric light flashed, accompanied by a crisp sound.

Flying sword fell down and did not enter the earth.

The amazing energy was scattered from China, and the earth was shocked in the canyon, and the ground was dragging, and the dust waves were raised.

This seems to have such a horrible and powerful sword?

Seeing this scene, the three monks present were shocked and inexplicable, and then they reacted. This is a bland sword, clearly a high -profile sword move.

This ... is the sword of the sword?!!

Is it impossible to hide the unparalleled sword in the sword body?!

Fighting against the enemy, if you do n’t check it in advance, you will definitely suffer a lot.

This person ... really is the Jindan period monk?

Su Twelve stood in front of the crowd, his pupils shrink, and silently keep this situation in mind.

The mystery of this sword, not only Zhang Daochas didn't see it, he was also puzzled by many monks present!

If it was not mentioned, he didn't even know that when the sword method was cultivated to the high realm, he could control the sword and sword gas to so freely.

Seeing that the flying sword landed, Feng Heyu looked indifferent, his eyes fell on Xiaomuzi, but he was slightly sullen, and a boom color flashed quickly.

"It's a bit interesting ... but Jin Danqiu has such strength and swordsmanship, your little guy surprised me."

"But to fight against the enemy, it is not life or death, what is the means, is it important!"

The sound of gentleness sounds, like Qingquan Ding Dong, the eyelids are gently picked, and Danfeng's eyes are like silk, so that I do n’t know how many monks are rippling.

But the sound of the words did not fall. Another bite of the flying sword hovering in front of her body, she broke out of the air lightning, seemed to be shocked and broke the night.

This sword flew out, and the canyon rolled up the turbulent wind.

Homuko's pupils shrink, such as the enemy, the flying sword behind it seemed to feel the crisis, and it trembled violently.

"presumptuous!!!"

With a scolding, the flying sword behind the back suddenly came out of the sheath.

Suddenly, the dim world, a touch of white light flashed, divided the darkness.

"Bang!"

In the next second, Jianguang and Flying Sword met, the fierce explosion, shocking the earth, making countless mountains and stones on both sides of the canyon peeling down and collapsed, which aroused the rolling dust and sand.

However, the offensive of the two sides was just deadlocked without one breathing. With a shocking, the white light of the sky disappeared, and it was replaced by Feng Heyu's sharp sword.

The flying sword is cold, and the killing is still shrouded in Zhang Daochang.

"What? This ... how is it possible?!"

Xiao Muzi exclaimed and was shocked by the strength of the other party.

Without the words, his eyes became unprecedented and decisive.

The long sword, which had only three -pointers, slowly pulled out the scabbard again.

It's just this time, the speed is extremely slow.

The sword is only one inch, and it seems like a dragon out of the customs. A extremely terrifying atmosphere emits from it.

On the other hand, Xiaomuzi was already pale as snow, and the bean sweat beads were slipping from the forehead.

With his strong strength, it is so laborious to urge this sword to see this trick.

"This sword ... What is the magic weapon? Is there such an amazing atmosphere?!"

Feeling this atmosphere, Su Twelve and many monks present were on the back of the long sword behind Homoko.

Feng Heye, who has been lazy, looks like one.

"Brother! No ... No!"

However, when Xiao Muzi Sword was coming out, Zhang Daochang, who was almost unconscious, suddenly woke up.

Drag the serious injury to the residual body, strongly urge the true Yuan, shocked Xiaomuzi, interrupted his moves.

At this moment, his eyes were scary.

That's a fear than death, even more terrible.

Feeling the flying sword to return to the sheath, Zhang Dao Chang's eyes were scattered, facing the flying sword in front of him, and calmly.

"snort!"

Don't wait for Feng Heyu to hit Zhang Daochang, in the fog group, Shen Miaoyin hummed coldly.

The sword follows the sound.

One red and one blue, the two also flickered the light sword light flying out.
Chapter completed!