The Taichong Sword broke like this, obviously not as good as the Dragon Scale Sword.

Ma Zhuoer was stunned when she saw it, then cheered up, showed a cold smile, and displayed the racial talent of his clan.

"Bloody Totem!"

The blood-coagulated sword shadow was divided into two, two into four, and it quickly split until thirty-two sword lights appeared and wrapped Sun Qianmo in.

"No wonder you slaughtered the saints and destroyed the clans, and caused so many tragedies. It turned out that you left such a move to gain power from the blood and want to trace the source and restore the bloodline to become a divine path." Luo Yang held the broken sword in his hand, and his momentum was not weak. He burst out with a huge sword sound, and the sword light burst out and split into thirty-two ways, colliding with the sound of the dragon roar.

"Clang..."

The wind was moving and blood was floating. Ma Zhuoer held the dragon scale sword tightly, and a bloody mouth appeared on his chest, but he was laughing: "Hahaha, it turns out that, you can't break the barriers of material interfaces. As long as you are stronger, you can send you back, and even severely damage your consciousness."

With a "ding" sound, the first half of the sword body of the Taichong sword flew back. Ma Zhuoer reacted very promptly and used the sword tip of the Dragon Scale Sword to point it.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The Dragon Scale Sword fought fiercely with the Taichong Sword. Ma Zhuoer quickly became familiar with the ancient sword and felt that he was getting stronger and stronger, as if he had suddenly become a giant in the sky. He could look down on Luo Yang and didn't have to take it seriously at all.

Luo Yang could feel a ball of aura expanding, and infinite power burst out from this ball of aura, and blood light soared into the sky. The next blow would definitely shock the earth and cause the material interface to collapse.

This level of combat will cause great damage to time and space. So he waved his hand and swung the Taichong Sword to seal the surrounding time and space. All the heavy pressure will be borne by the broken sword, so as not to spread the aftermath of the battle, which will shock the earth.

"Ah? Hahaha, the kindness of a woman, I didn't expect that the dignified God of War would be so kindness of a woman. Could it be that you put all your evil thoughts on the scabbard, so I became so stupid?" Ma Zhuoer yelled, already a little nervous. This is a side effect of the Dragon Scale Sword. As a heavy weapon to suppress the sea of ​​artistic conception, it has carried the distracting thoughts of sentient beings for eternity. It has not collapsed on the spot and is considered a gift!

Ma Zhuoer is indeed gifted and can induce crises in reverse when the level is very low. Every time she is like a god helping her, avoiding the crises, thereby increasing her capital little by little to become a giant.

If the human race hadn't developed too fast in the past decade and Ma Zhuoer was afraid of the human race temple, it might have caused a series of tragedies. Speaking of which, Yan Beigui's rule method was quite sharp, which shocked the little ones.

No matter what, if he drags on, Ma Zhuoer will definitely not lose his head, so Luo Yang took advantage of the convenience of absorbing the huge ancient star power to retrieve his natal weapon.

The bright light mirror and the true spirit umbrella are also natal weapons, soaked in blood and "open the edge". However, it is not as pure as the Taichong Sword. This is the real natal killing weapon, which is responsible for combat, killing, and pressure.

Ma Zhuoer was full of energy and created hundreds of sword lights at will. No matter where the attack was, she would eventually fall on the Taichong Sword. Because of the kindness of the woman Luo Yang, she used the Taichong Sword to cover this star space and protect the safety of the whole country.

"You are still a god of war? The essence of fighting is killing and extinction. Since ancient times, war means destruction. The so-called peace is just a by-product of war. Taiping will definitely have a great war in a period of time. Because all living beings are greedy, take the human race as an example. If it develops to a certain extent, it will inevitably embark on the road of expansion and trampling on the interests of foreign races. Otherwise, it will be self-confidence and will lose the motivation to kill yourself over time."

Luo Yang smiled, and Ma Zhuoer actually taught him a lesson as the war god hysterically, and said lightly: "You are thinking too much. It is normal for war to be driven by interests. I just don't want this space to be damaged. In addition, the Taichong Sword needs to be reorganized, and it just happened to be dispersed with the Dragon Scale Sword."

Ma Zhuoer stopped talking. He had a sense of intuition that using the Dragon Scale Sword to smash the Taichong Sword might be the purpose of the other party.

The levels are very different, and Luo Yang disdains to hide his feelings. He holds a broken sword and starts to attack, not allowing Ma Zhuoer to have time to think, and break the sword body as soon as possible.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The fine sparks interwoven into clusters. The Taichong sword comes from the Kui'an civilization. Unlike the ordinary sword casting method, it is plated layer by layer.

The breakage before shows that the Taichong Sword itself has huge defects, otherwise it will collapse layer by layer, instead of breaking into two pieces. Now Luo Yang exerts his strength, and immediately forms an amazing sword shadow, with an extremely fast speed.

Ma Zhuoer can only fight back, but not fight back.

He wanted to use his powerful weapon to reduce his strength to ten times, but the opponent's strength was not bad, but his sword-to-be-good skills left him more than a dozen streets.

"No, no, no, I don't want to make a scabbard!" Ma Zhuoer roared. He was scared. He was nervous. He once imagined the scene when Luo Yang came. He worked tirelessly for this day and reached the entry today. He finally opened his heart and felt that there was no danger anymore. Who would have thought the gap would be so big?

The gap is ridiculously large!

Luo Yang took care of Sun Qianmo's body without using any extreme power, and suppressed his level at the same level as Ma Zhuer, and still took the initiative to gain the upper hand.

No matter how Ma Zhuoer roared, there were sword shadows in front of her and behind her, forming a huge cage. Ma Zhuoer could only wave her sword, chop it up at any cost, and splashed out sparks.

The Taichong sword began to decompose, floating out a thin metal film as thin as a cicada's wing, like a butterfly flying in the air.

Ma Zhuoer's body has more and more wounds, but this has further aroused his fierceness. As Luo Yang said, the curse of sentient beings has caused him to lose that kind of natural inspiration over the years, but potential can often burst out in times of crisis.

When Taichong Sword took off dozens of layers of sword membrane, Luo Yang's arm shook. Seeing Ma Zhuoer raised the corners of his mouth, he sneered: "Catch it."

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The fierce counterattack was formed instantly, and 36,000 blood swords were both tricky and powerful, making a harsh noise when they passed through the Atractylodes armor.

The armor was full of sparks and covered with fine lines. The Dragon Scale Sword has an incredible cutting power in the air. It was obviously wearing the armor, but it cut the blood vessels, causing Sun Qianmo's body to plummet, and black blood gushed out of the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ear holes.

The injury suddenly reached a dangerous critical point, Luo Yang nodded: "Yes, I finally regained some feelings. Only this level of competition is interesting."

"Abnormal!" Ma Zhuoer roared in his heart, and finally knew where he was from Luo Yang. He enjoyed the pleasure of creating terror and gaining power. The human god of war was not interested in it, but enjoyed the uncontrollable accident during the fierce battle. Power was just enjoying the additional halo of battle and the extra benefits for those around him. He was completely a martial arts tycoon and a combat madman.

"Come again!" As Luo Yang thought, Sun Qianmo's body was washed by star power, outlining the mysterious light patterns. The sword energy and injuries that penetrated into the body were transmitted along the light patterns to the hilt of the sword. The dragon scale sword slashed from the metal film slashed from the Taichong sword came alive, bursting out light and heat, and clanging sounds and slashed out at the same time. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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