"Yo he, you kid pretending to be x and pretending to be addicted!!! I really think that if I break the seal and fight you, I will kill you with one finger, and you are a waste material, and it is worth my use of Lingbao?"

Standing on the high platform, seeing the collapse of this supreme sword, his face did not change, and he said with disdain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of monks in the hall were frightened, and when they saw a sword flying from outside the sky, their hearts trembled, their faces were bloodless, and they didn't have the heart to think about it, they only thought that the sorrow was just a dead duck's hard mouth, and they refused to give in.

And those real people who watched the battle attentively looked a little shocked and uncertain after the words fell.

In the face of such a strong and domineering sword, he can still keep his face unchanged and speak wildly, either he is a fool who doesn't know the height of the sky, or he is a madman who has no fear.

Obviously, Broken Sorrow belongs to the latter, and at this time, the seal in his mouth is a little intriguing, could it be that the cultivation realm of Broken Sorrow is far more than that, but for some reason, it was temporarily sealed?

The jade Qingren sword frowned slightly, his face was solemn, and he stared at the figure on the high platform tightly, wanting to see what kind of means he had not yet come out, and he was so unscrupulous, and he didn't take Dao Lingxu in his eyes at all.

The nature of sealing something is purely nothing, and if you really have such a high cultivation realm, why don't you say so much nonsense, you don't say a word a long time ago, and you slapped Dao Lingxu to death with a slap in the face.

In the final analysis, he is still pretending, the gap between conventional means is too obvious, Broken Sorrow is not the opponent of Dao Lingxu at all, and spiritual treasures such as Drill Heart Nail and Thundercloud Dao Robe are limited to Broken Sorrow's cultivation is too low, and the power that can be exerted is really limited.

At that time, before he could do anything about Dao Lingxu, I am afraid that his strength will be completely exposed, and to deal with him, he can only use the hole card at the bottom of the box, and take advantage of the fact that there is still one experience of immunity, and he decided to use Sword Twenty-Three with all his might.

At this moment, in order to remain mysterious, you can't pretend to be x if you want to, and your life must be high-profile!

Aren't you dragging?

Aren't you proud?

Aren't you crazy?

Then I will break the crown of your hair, tear your coat, knock you to the ground, and splash you with mud!!

Broken Sorrow's face was cold, his eyes were dead and silent, and he stared indifferently at the sword outside the sky, and there was a faint trace of glazed sword light around his body.

"Death!!"

The earth-shattering roar roared out of Dao Lingxu's mouth, and bursts of fury emerged from his expression, and he was faintly angry, staring at Duan Chou. In those eyes, there was a strong killing intent!!

"Ang"

The sword roared like a dragon, the golden flame burned, turning into a golden dragon, turbulent vacuum, and the entire hall was filled with a majestic sword intent that was unique to me, like a dragon god descending into the world towards the end of sorrow and devouring.

Only the place where the sorrow is located, the slightest thing does not move, the whole void seems to be solidified, and there seems to be an ancient divine mountain suppressed on it.

His face was calm like a pool of stagnant water, without half a ripple, standing on a high platform, the glass sword light flowed around his body, the sword momentum converged, and a majestic sword intent rushed into the sky.

Broken sorrow seems to incarnate the avenue, immersed in silence, all things do not linger, silence is eternal, and the common people are endless, facing the sword of the dragon, he is indifferent, his eyes are direct, like the avenue is ruthless.

In the void, Dao Lingxu changed color slightly, he put away his sword and stopped, and after an instant, he took out his sword again.

"Buzz"

The second divine dragon phantom rushed out and merged into his body again, his momentum was even stronger, the dragon roared in the sky, and the sharp qi was even more condensed, this sword entered the vacuum and cracked the ground, shattering the vacuum.

The sorrowful gaze remains unchanged, if the eyes of the sky are annihilated, seeing Dao Lingxuan take out the sword, his left hand and finger into a sword, and slowly raise it.

This finger glass sword light is all over the body, circulating endlessly, the sword edge is contained but not exposed, as if it has given birth to a mystery, drawing an inexplicable sword track, under the sword track, all sword styles are revealed.

Dao Lingxu's eyes finally showed a touch of shock, his arrogance was restrained, his face was solemn, he didn't move, his right hand retracted the sword, and then the sword came out, and the third divine dragon phantom rushed out, and he merged into his body.

The vast dragon power overwhelmed the hall, and the sword roared into the sky, causing the ten thousand swords in the hall to roar, this time, even the dragon and tiger monks were difficult to suppress, and suddenly there was a sense of powerlessness, and they looked at each other speechlessly, and their faces were shocked.

"What's going on!"

Qi Zuoguo showed a puzzled look, the two of them moved, but it was a little unbelievable, could it be that the sorrow was already strong to this point, and he could break the sword move of Dao Lingxu with his hands.

Perhaps, this is his real strength? Even a Tianjiao like Dao Lingxu is just an ant to suppress casually in front of him!

So what kind of realm is he?

"Langya Emperor Sword, ask the sky!"

At this moment, Dao Lingxu gritted his teeth and took out the third sword, breaking his sorrow and indifference, he stretched out his sword fingers, locked Dao Lingxu from afar, no matter how he changed his body shape and edge, he never got out in the slightest.

At this moment, the dragon pattern ancient sword in Dao Lingxu's hand shook as if it was about to fly out of his hand, and it made a violent trembling sound, like an ancient mountain collapsing, earth-shattering.

Dao Lingxu finally put away his sword, he stood in the void, his breath was strong, his body was full of gold, his edge was clear, and the whole person seemed to be forged into a divine sword, with a sword in his hand, just like the ancient sword king, a sword came out, and the king was in the world.

"Even breaking my three-style Langya Emperor Sword, before I got close, I was already defeated. Dao Ling lost that arrogance and said in a deep voice: "I have experienced countless sword cultivations, and you are the strongest. ”

He is very indifferent, the sky is not shocked, there is an amazing calm, like eternal ice and snow, there is nothing that can shake his sword heart, only an ancient sword in his hand can lead him to a sharp edge, this edge refers to, indestructible.

At this time, the demeanor that a disciple of the Holy Land Sect should have was undoubtedly revealed.

"Fight or not!"

The face of sorrow is as cold as ice, indifferent and ruthless, but the edge of the sword is becoming more and more bright, and the whole body is silent, deep and terrifying, showing the scene of the master, giving people a sense of unfathomable.

In fact, his heart had already ignited a monstrous rage, and he couldn't stop scolding.

"Damn, Lao Tzu's big moves are all open, why are you grinding and chirping to show me this?"

"What about the covenant that you said, you can't be cowardly!!"

"Is this to let go of the big rhythm? Where is the basic trust between people?"

At this time, the sword blade was condensed at one finger, and the sword twenty-three was cast, but it was not a big success, so he could only put it and not accept it, if Dao Ling admitted defeat and retreated at this time, in front of everyone's eyes, he was really not good at being too persecuted.

What's more, who knows if there is an old monster who has been silently paying attention to the war situation in the palace, and if he doesn't take advantage of it, he will have nowhere to cry out if he is beaten to death.

Broken sorrow, but I remember clearly, before Dao Lingxu was guided by the so-called Tiangang senior, only then did he see through the two spiritual treasures on his body.

God knows, what the hell is that!

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