"Fight!"

Concise and to the point, Dao Lingxu spoke again, he raised his sword and stabbed out, this sword was simple and unpretentious, but the void in all directions gave birth to a dragon chant for no reason, the dragon roared, as if the sky was falling apart, and the fourth divine dragon phantom rushed out and merged into his body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thousands of golden rays leaked out of his body, and he looked at it with sorrow, at this moment, on Dao Lingxu's body, he saw a trace of the Divine Dragon Phantom, but this Dragon God Phantom was very dim, but it was also domineering.

This sword seemed to pierce the heavenly vault, and the sword momentum surged, the edge hunted, the vacuum shattered, and almost touched the void barrier.

The sword momentum on his body continued to condense, and the glazed sword light soared into the sky like a pillar, at this moment, everything in his eyes was gone, and the fighting spirit became more and more intense, he raised his hand and pointed at it from afar, and before he could point it out, there was a sharp air that burst into the sky and the earth penetrated out of his body, as if it was going to penetrate the sky and the earth.

Dao Ling has no dust in his heart, only the battle intent is monstrous, raising the sword and stabbing out, deriving his own sword edge, the golden sword on the dragon pattern ancient sword flows and hides, the road trace is derived, the tip of the sword is stabbed out in the air, and the dragon shadow is transformed, revealing a virtual image of the emperor wearing a crown of nine dragons and wearing an imperial dragon robe condensed in the void.

I saw that his face was majestic, holding the king's sword, pointing directly at the sorrow, as if killing the rebel and crusading against the minister!

Broken sorrowful gaze, the general trend of the sword path converges and surges, the endless edge is condensed at one point, the forest is cold and slaughtered, and the sky is destroyed.

Before the two swords intersected, the invisible sword momentum had already collided violently together, twisting and killing, bursting out of the earth-shattering sword roar, and the terrifying sound wave shook all directions, shattering in vacuum, like a heavenly net shrouded in all directions of the main hall.

Dao Xuan and the others' expressions changed greatly, and they all retreated farther away, and Jingyue Zhenren even exerted his magical powers, directly moving the hundreds of monks in the hall out of the main hall, so as not to be injured by the aftermath, harm the innocent, and cause a tragedy.

The invisible edge swept away, swinging out of the main hall, the thick smoke cloud was scattered, the green mountains in the distance collapsed, and the green mountains collapsed, that is, a sharp edge fell, all flattened a peak, and a sword qi intercepted, and even split a hill.

"It's such a terrifying edge, shrouded by this edge, I only feel like I have fallen into an ice cellar, and I am terrified, and I don't even have the courage to draw my sword. ”

The drunken Taoist poured a few sips of wine syrup, put down the white jade gourd in his hand, and lost his voice in panic, he never thought that the combat power of these two people would be so amazing and terrifying, they were both real people in the Returning Source Realm, but he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

Before he could fight, he was defeated.

The jade Qingzhen person's face was expressionless, his eyes flashed, and he held the Dao Sword in his hand, his fingers were white, and his green tendons were exposed, showing that his heart was not calm at the moment.

Lei Baichuan's face was discouraged, he looked at the figure in the hall in disbelief, his lips twitched, but he couldn't say a word, although he guessed that the strength of Broken Sorrow was strong, he might not be an opponent.

But at the moment, such a terrifying power completely broke his mind, if there was no detailed and feasible plan, he was powerless to resist it, and maybe he would be slaughtered by his sorrows.

The battle situation in the palace is long, and the battle between the two is only in a short moment.

However, this is not the end, Dao Lingxu seems to have no strength left, and at the moment when he slashed out that sword, the dragon pattern ancient sword was raised for the fifth time!

"Ang"

The dragon chanted to the sky, through the sky, the fifth dragon phantom rushed out, integrated into its body, the emperor's virtual image became clearer, and there was already a seal in his hand, engraved in the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity.

Dao Ling stepped in vain, and the emperor's sword momentum condensed to the peak, vaguely revealing a sense of self-esteem in the sky and on the ground.

A sword kills, the emperor's virtual image steps into the air, in the majestic golden eyes, the mountains and rivers are shining for thousands of miles, the four seas are leveled, his left hand seal, falling down, the sword qi is like a mountain, such as a side of the sky dome collapsed and pressed down, the right hand of the king's sword out of the sheath, the golden dragon devoured, and the beheading was not subordinate.

"Heaven Destroying Jedi, Sword Twenty-Three!"

Broken and indifferent, indifferent to the mouth, word by word, just like a calm narrative, plain.

However, when his words fell, the sword of Broken Sorrow pointed out, and the supreme edge evolved the avenue, destroying the heavens and the earth, and destroying all laws.

A glass sword light pointed out, at this moment, the world was dark, the invisible killing machine shrouded the entire Lingmiao Peak, the sky was closed, the birds folded their wings, the waterfall stopped flowing, the green jade steps were obscure, and the heaven and earth were lonely and slaughtered.

There was only a ray of light left, but there was no warmth at all, bringing endless despair, extinguishing all vitality, and enveloping the entire hall and even the entire Lingmiao Peak in a terrifying atmosphere of despair and slaughter.

There are only more than ten real people left in the hall, looking directly at the sharp sword light, the former is brilliant and majestic, if the emperor of heaven is in the mortal, the disobedient will die!

They are afraid, but they still have the strength to fight to the death.

But after the twenty-three shots of the Broken Sorrow One Sword, the light of heaven will be exhausted, and all things will be extinct, although no one will be paralyzed to the ground because of this terrifying killing edge, they still remain standing, but their bodies are stiff up and down, and there is no possibility of moving.

At this moment, if time and space are reversed, the sun is chaotic and the stars are moving, time and space are also quietly frozen at this moment.

The eyes of Jingyue and the others were frightened and frightened, but the pupils of their eyes could not be reduced.

Hundreds of monks outside the hall, they were frightened and panicked, they wanted to scream, but they couldn't open their mouths no matter what, they wanted to muster all their spiritual power to struggle and resist, but unfortunately the spiritual power could not be delivered out of the body at all.

On the green jade steps, thousands of figures from top to bottom, they gasped for breath, but the air between their chests, abdomen, mouths and noses did not flow at all, their qi and blood were boiling because of the approach of death, because of the extraordinary brilliance of this sword, but the blood had already coagulated in the blood vessels.

Someone is incontinent and the urine can't wet their clothes.

There was not a single sound, all the sounds were isolated within the invisible barrier formed by the terrifying sword power, the rumbling thunder came from the blue sky, and the sound of the wind sweeping through the mountains all turned into pantomime subtitles, completely silent.

Even the invisible sunlight could not stop the sword, and countless rays of light could be faintly seen crisscrossing the air, illuminating the tiny specks of dust that had stagnated in the air, but they were also frozen in the air, and irreversibly dimmed in the light and shadows.

Time and space are stagnant, everything is silent, loud voices are sparse, and elephants are invisible!

After the sword twenty-three was cast, the glazed sword light shot through like a rainbow, but in this strange space, it seemed to be stagnant by the heavens, dragging the reins of the white horse of time, making this moment brilliant and condensed, so that people could see everything that happened.

Everything is frozen in the air, even the majestic virtual image of the emperor is no exception, it has become a depressing, suffocating, weird, and terrifying painting!

Time and space froze, and everything fell into a standstill, except for the edge of this finger, the misty and shining glass sword light was extremely dazzling at this moment, like a death scythe, a judgment blade.

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