Chess, swordsmans are invisible.

With Yu Qingjue, Zonghengzi, who has the reputation of "super gods and ghosts, and having two in the world", has regained his sharpness.

The swords of Taoist serene and horizontal swords were started, and the sword intent rose from the whole body.

Zong Hengzi in the original play was defeated by the Holy Sword Demon Sword under the plot of Yue Jiaozi.

At that time, the Holy Sword Heaven could clearly understand, and the user was also the Single-Feng Sin Sword, who was on par with the Single-Feng Cultivator.

"Zong Hengzi, are you really going to fall into the devil's way?"

Sui dragged the holy sword for no reason and asked at the same time, as if he wanted to make the final recovery.

But Zonghengzi was unmoved, "The choice of Qi Xie will continue to move forward regardless of whether it is right or wrong. Confucian Sword Master, show all your strength, otherwise, you will definitely lose this battle!"

Sui Wujue has already fought with Le Xunyuan in a fierce battle, so Zonghengzi has this confidence.

"Then I have to ask for a call!"

Seeing that Zonghengzi was always firm, Sui didn't say anything more for no reason, his face was solemn, and it was also the time when the sword came out.

clang!

The two swords had their first confrontation, sparks burst out, and the next moment, the continuous sound of attacks sounded.

The battle between the two reached an extreme instantly, with sharp and ruthless sword moves, and bloody moves.

Both sides were injured at the same time, their clothes were split, and blood gradually oozed out.

In the original play, Zong Hengzi resisted the demon sword holding the demon sword and the sword holding the holy sword fighting until the two swords broke and broke, which shows that he can do it, not to mention that Zong Hengzi has improved in this life.

Even if the Qiongxiao Biming's thousands of sword souls were in trouble, the two of them would fight each other between five and five, let alone the Xuanwu-faire, which is no longer in full swing.

The famous holy swords are constantly intertwined, and before they know it, there are more and more cracks in the double swords in Zonghengzi's hand. Even if Zongheng is always maintained by his merit, the sharpness of Tianke Mingjian is indeed unbearable, especially with the blessing of the sword soul, which makes the power even more terrifying.

Although Nie Han, the divine sword cast by the gods, always lost its chain at critical moments, it was mainly because the opponent was too strong and the weapons in the opponent's hands were also extraordinary, so it could not deny his ability and the power of the sword cast by the gods.

With the blessing of the sword soul, the great holy aura soared into the sky, and the first time the Zonghengzi retreated several feet.

"Thousand Peak Sword Shadow!"

The same long battle was not good, but this time it was Sui Wujue's turn.

After all, there is no qualitative difference between the few people. If you want to defeat an opponent, you will suffer a huge loss.

Therefore, forcing the Zonghengzi to retreat for a moment, he was extremely tricky without reason.

A sword swept across, and thousands of sword energy with different shapes and attributes burst out loud.

Good and evil, holy demon, ice and fire, wind and thunder, etc.

It seems that thousands of Taos emerge, reopening chaos and recreating everything in the world.

"Very good! Sui Wujue, your strength is indeed good, but unfortunately..." Faced with a strong move, Zong Hengzi looked solemn, spread his arms, danced with both swords together, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the ultimate move came out again, "The wind and clouds opened and opened the purple sky."

Boom!

The space around Zonghengzi seemed to be disturbed, like a muddy water.

The next moment, the sword energy burst out, like an arrow.

Boom boom boom boom!

The continuous bombardment kept coming, and the powerful impact force also retreated step by step.

Although the situation is tense, Zonghengzi remained calm in the face of danger and looked at the opportunity coldly.

Just when the deep and unreasonable weakness was weak, the Zonghengzi moved.

"There will be no trace in the world!"

Zong Hengzi shouted coldly, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant. The speed of the explosion was so fast that everyone could not capture. The next moment, the person had passed by Sui for no reason.

"Hmm? What a fast speed, what a sharp sword!"

The Ghost Qi Lord narrowed his eyes slightly. This was the first time he saw Zonghengzi explode like this. Le Xunyuan, who was resting beside him, also felt in his heart, "Sure enough, you still have a trump card, and at such a fast speed, if it suddenly explodes, I'm afraid not many people can avoid your sword."

"No reason!"

It was not until this time that the Confucian people reacted. Mo Qingchi couldn't help but take a step forward and shouted anxiously.

But Seo did not respond for no reason.

The two seemed to be stagnant at the same time, until a crisp sound came.

Kick!

The two swords in Zonghengzi's hand were broken in an inch, turning into pieces and falling to the ground. At the same time, the tiger's mouth cracked, splashing blood, dyeing the broken sword and the ground red.

As he staggered forward, blood spurted out from his mouth.

At this time, a sword energy suddenly burst out in Sui Wudu's body, directly bombarding the ground, leaving a big pit.

Sui Wujue fell to the ground slowly, not knowing life and death.

"It seems that the Confucian Sect lost again."

The Ghost Qi Lord recalled the voice at the right time, but he looked at Zong Hengzi deeply.

At this time, Mo Qingchi had brought Sui back for no reason and used his energy to sense it. After a moment, his brows tightened a little and he whispered to himself: "Fortunately, I don't have any worries about my life, but this sword is really weird. The sword just now was definitely not as simple as it seems."

Having said that, Mo Qingchi showed his fighting spirit, "Don't worry, there's no reason, I will get this sword back for you."

...

With the sound of "Start", the blood and dark force poured out from the infinite body, and gradually a huge dark red blood-sun condensed above the head.

At the same time, a dark green light ball appeared in the magic brain, which was the essence of Death Sun that mysteriously disappeared in Lingzhou, Beihai.

The two giant suns of dark green and dark red gradually merged, one was formed by the blood of the death of thousands of people in China, and the other was gathered by the death resentment of the people in Lingzhou, North Sea.

Two elusive forces of death slowly merged, and an unprecedented powerful force burst out, approaching God.

"Very good. Although Death Yang lost nearly half, one-third of Death Yang can make up for it, and it can also achieve the power of Death."

Xianzhi Wuming said excitedly, planning countless plans for Jiazi. Although there were many setbacks, the "Creation Plan" and the "Demonic Heavenly Artifact Plan" failed one after another, they finally approached the realm of gods.

Rumble!

The two giant suns finally closed, the green and blood had disappeared, turning into the ultimate black, extincting the darkness of the world and swallowing the depth of the people.

The light between heaven and earth was absorbed in an instant, and Fang Yuan Qianli turned into the deepest darkness, without a trace of fire, just like this land was wiped out from the realm of suffering in an instant.

The terrifying power rose like a dark demon sun in the land of suffering. The power of god swept across the eight wildernesses. The sea of ​​clouds was turbulent. The giant whale let out a roar of fear and shook the sky.

"This power is..."

A familiar and unfamiliar power was passed on. Yi Qingtian was stunned at first, and then he had a guess, "Is it Mo Shi, you?"

Yi Qingtian finally stayed in Lingzhou, Beihai for countless years, and the disaster of Death Sun was personally involved, so he was naturally familiar with this power.

It was just because of the fusion with Yanyang that Yi Qingtian felt strange and was stunned.

Haozheng's five internal imperial Confucianism is supreme, and the saints are unparalleled; the Buddhist world of Xihuang to the Jialan, the sword immortal traces in the Daowu King Valley, etc. all responded.

The evil king of the Tiantian who was rushing to the target also narrowed his eyes and showed an interesting look on his face, "The power of the gods is so interesting!"

The body of Emperor Zuntianyao in the coffin slowly floated up and finally stood under Heiyang.

"It's now!"

At the same time, Xianzhi Wuming suddenly stepped on his foot and flew up in the sky, standing facing away from the body of Emperor Zuntianyao.

"Although no one witnessed this scene that would shake the future of suffering and lost a lot of fun, I will soon bring the world the shock that it should have!"

The fairytale Wuming spoke proudly, and under the cover of Death Sun, the two gradually overlapped.

The soul of immortals, the body of gods, and the spirit of death were extremely united, and unprecedented pressure shocked the entire China.

With the flow of lightning, the dark side of death was opened.

Tens of thousands of demons who were once powerful in the world finally came to the forefront.

"Allah Thousand Faces, the six realms of the martial arts, the myth of heaven and earth is the beginning of darkness."

The dark green robe covers the body, and the evil face reappears in the world. The power of the monstrous death is overwhelming and the power of the nine heavens and ten earths is overwhelming, and thousands of living beings are terrified.

At the same time, with the beginning of the demon, the power of death spreads outward, and the plants and trees of hundreds of miles have turned yellow in an instant, and their vitality is ruthlessly swallowed.

"The eternal disaster star has been killed for thousands of years, and it has been destroyed for hundreds of generations and sighs in all directions. Blood asks about the sins of heaven, but my god is the only one who sins!"

At this moment, the evil kings of heaven broke through the sky and descended. The two people hanging in the air stood opposite each other. The energy had already clashed, and the space around the invisible power spirit showed signs of collapse.

"Very good, you will be a good opponent, but you shouldn't steal the body of Zhao!"

The evil kings of the heavens naturally sensed that the body of the person in front of him was the body of the god he was looking for, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!