Wan Jian returned to a pair of Wan Jian, and the Sword of Xinghe Sword was to Xinghe Sword.

The same is the fireflier god sword. The two people showed that the momentum was completely different. Lin Yun had a dragon and phoenix, and Zhao Wou -ki was burned to the sky. The black lotus destroyed the world.

Bang!

The peak of this peak, like a needle tip to Mai Mang, stunned the majestic waves on the Tibetan sword.

Lin Yunluo was three points, his arms were shocked out, and he came to the edge of the Tibetan sword lake.

"Go away?"

Zhao Wou -ki squeezed the sword with one hand, behind his back behind him, stepped on the rising water waves, dived and chased it.

But at this time, Lin Yun removed the sword potential on his body, and the sword potential was gathered on the water surface.

The water waves carried him to shake, and between the ups and downs, Lin Yun came to Zhao Wuji.

"Dead wood raw flowers!"

Lin Yun held the funeral flower and injected Nirvana's air into the sword body. A ancient god tree followed, and there was a trend of supporting the sky in a blink of an eye.

The sky was falling, and Lin Yun's sword split down.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Zhao Wou -ki laughed, blocked the sword in the backhand, and took hundreds of meters on the water to stand firm.

If you are someone else, you must be split by this sword.

But Zhao Wuji was different. He told two water curtains in the sideways, and soon stabilized his body, and avoided the strongest edge of this sword.

Alas!

Zhao Woo -Chi just avoided it, Lin Yun split down again, broke the water surface, splashed a large piece of crystal clear water.

Those water flowers are clear and transparent, but they are actually the sanctuary of the holy ware. It is extremely difficult to shake it.

Lin Yunyu wandered, his body was ethereal and dynamic.

He is like the immortal in the sword, chasing Zhao Wuji constantly.

Zhao Wou -ki's Black Lotus Nine Changes urged to the extreme. The mystery of this method made people dazzling.

After Shi Shi exhibited a day by day, he was caught up after all.

"As the sun!"

Lin Yun's body rose across the air, and the vast sword gathered the flowing water flowers. These water flowers were injected under the sword gas.

It soon became hot, and it became a liquid metal fireball. The Tibetan sword lake immediately became hot.

Seeing that this day was about to hit Zhao Wou -ki, he suddenly turned around, and a sword of backhand was lifted up.

"cut!"

A ten -foot sword mang was killed from the bottom to top, and the hard life split the big sun in half.

Kaka!

It was a black sword mang, and dense verses appeared on the surface of the sword mang.

The momentum is vast, and it will be wrapped in accidentally.

Alas!

Zhao Wuji was in place, and the black lotus bloomed under his feet. He danced with a sword, and the black sword mango contained in the scriptures, like the lotus petals flew out.

For a time, the sword light was intertwined everywhere in the void, and there were strange scriptures in the sky and underground.

The Lin Yunren was in the air and stepped on the water flowers, flying like a dragon. After a few dodge, he fell on the statue of the Lake Xin Yinglong.

"This Zhao Wuji is worthy of the Tianjiao of the Black Feather Palace. Whether it is a kendo accomplishment, or martial arts, or the thickness of Nirvana Qi, and the strength of the flesh, it is far from the realm of Nirvana."

On the statue of Yinglong, Lin Yun thought like electricity, and judged Zhao Wou -ki's strength.

If he is doing his best, it is difficult for him to hurt him.

In other words, Lin Yun couldn't treat him as a nirvana monk.

"Can Zhao Wuji be able to beat him easily? It is actually in the same potential. His Xinghe sword has long reached the state of Xiaocheng." The incredible Tao of Shengling of Tianyu.

Gu Zijing smiled coldly, and said: "Feng Shengling, you haven't seen it yet.

"What!"

Feng Shengling's heart was immediately hit, he had been thinking about why he was so different from the other party.

Why didn't you even encounter the corner, but I never thought that the opponent's Xinghe sword will come to the realm of Xiaocheng. This is a bit too exaggerated.

In theory, once the Xinghe Sword is started, as long as there is enough resources, you can pile up to the situation of Xiaocheng.

The premise is that Kendo feelings must be kept up, otherwise, it is not only beneficial but harmful.

Keeping up with Kendo couldn't keep up, swallowing those sacred consequences, once unable to digest, it will cause major problems.

Otherwise, with the resources of the Tibetan Sword Villa, the Xinghe Sword of Fengsheng Ling has long achieved it, and even the peak can be successful.

Right now I heard Gu Zijing's words, Feng Shengling was shocked, and his heart was shocked. He lost his voice and said, "Is he really a rare wizard in 500 years?"

Gu Zijing said faintly: "Isn't that I don't know, but if he does not have Xiaocheng in the Xinghe sword, he has long been defeated in Zhao Wou -ki."

Feng Shengling's face is ash, so I know how naive it is to say that the Wizards and Wizards have been talked to the wizard before.

In the loss, he also wanted to treat the other party as a stepping stone. In fact, he had no qualifications for Lin Yun as a stepping stone.

The gap between this talent is five hundred years!

The seemingly indifferent valley mirror was also shocked deep inside, and there was even a hint of envy.

Such a young age is so talented, and the future achievements are really unimaginable.

"This guy is really hidden. I didn't expect that day, he would have such strength, and the burial player was just the same."

Zi Ziyun's beautiful eyes in the warrior, staring at Lin Yun on the Tibetan sword lake, she seemed to suddenly find that the night was very handsome.

"Don't you still say that he is a kinky | thief?" Ye Ziling said next to him.

"At this moment, I suspect that he and the virgin of Youlan may be true love." Ye Ziyun said.

Ye Ziling smiled and had to say that the innocence that night shocked her.

No wonder the master Muchuan, who intends to let her know it, the eyes of the peak master are really unusual.

"Zhao Wuji is indeed very strong, but the night is really not a victory." Ye Ziling said seriously.

Tibetan sword lake, Zhao Wou -ki stood above the black lotus, and the two black Ling cloths behind the wind moved.

Even if he has no movement at this moment, there is an invisible swords around his body, as if he chants.

This is a very mysterious sword method, which is the powerful inheritance of the Black Feather Palace.

He did not master the sword heart, but if someone dared to approach his ten feet at will, he would definitely be torn by this buzzing sword.

In the eyes of others, Zhao Wuji is really strong, and it belongs to Tianjiao who is completely unable to look directly.

Lin Yun stood on the statue of Yinglong, stood with a sword, and looked at the other party without a small look.

"If I show the initial sword now, 90 % have a chance to defeat him immediately."

Lin Yun thought about it, or denied this idea.

The light of the moment is the beginning of the reincarnation, which is one of his most powerful core cards.

Above the sky, there are two powerful characters watching.

Other core cards can be exposed. This card has to be exposed easily.

"Black Lotus Broken Moon!"

Zhao Wuji took the lead in breaking this short stalemate. People jumped up on the lake. His posture was extremely light, and the sword in his hand seemed to provoke a bright moon in the lake.

This is the ghost -level super -grade sword method in the Black Feather Sword Code. It is enough to comparable to the entry -level dragon -level swordsmanship. It is so powerful that it is so cold.

To some extent, it is not too much to say that he is a dragon -level swordsmanship.

The other party has Zongmen Kendo inheritance. Lin Yun does not, but he also has his own dependence.

"Haboh!"

Lin Yun jumped up on the statue of Yinglong, alas, this sword seems to break the space, and the distance of hundreds of meters was pulled between a sword.

Knite!

That round of Mingyue was cut directly, Lin Yun returned to hold a sword, he seemed to be in the cliff of the sky, and behind him was the vast sea.

Bang!

The sword waving out, the space that was forced together, released it with ten times.

"The fireflies sword that enters the holy roll again, how many swords will be in the end of the night!"

Everyone exclaimed that Lin Yun had two swords before, and everyone didn't feel much.

But the third sword was easily exhibited by him, making the disciples of the Sword League have to be surprised.

Black lotus has not yet bloomed, and the Mingyue has not risen yet.
To be continued...