The relics of the Asgard Palace, the legend is now, the surrounding wind and clouds are changing, a continuous sword intent spreads, the dust is flying, and the frost and snow are falling. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Tsing Yi, black hair, young and handsome face, peaceful and plain, without half a point of murder, without the slightest worldly strife.

Seeing the person in front of him, the demon body's expression was shocked, and the deep eyes rarely flashed a trace of change.

The two of them who staggered by, without any communication, hunted in blue clothes with the wind, without saying a word, but gave indescribable pressure to everyone present.

The shocked crowd was difficult to come back to their senses, and the handsome and dusty figure in front of them was steady step by step, like a sword immortal in the world, stepping on a red dust road.

Before the sword was born, the avenue was inducted, and above the sky, one after another sword lights were manifesting, turning into chains, crisscrossing and blockading the fairy sword.

In the hand of the Red Luan Realm King, a sword light slashed, and blood spilled.

The sword on the sword, speechless, the induction between the strong, the Hongluan Realm King and the Mo Lord's expressions were solemn.

This man is extraordinary.

"Yin'er, watch carefully, Master's sword is what he taught, in the next battle, you can write down as much as you want" Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him and said in a condensed voice.

"Hmm"

Yin'er responded lightly, looking at the young man in front of him, his big eyes rose to a little brilliance, and taught Ning Chen to practice swords, so wouldn't he be very, very powerful?

The sword frame fell to the ground, the legend drew the sword, the green sword appeared, the heaven and the earth were felt, the frost Hua floated down, the silver ice and snow world spread, and in the eyes of the fans, the legend in the sword reproduced the sword on the sword.

The suppressed aura became heavier and heavier, and the eyes of the King of the Red Luan Realm were cold, and his figure flashed, preemptively.

The red horse is practiced through the sky, soft and rigid, and the void bursts, and it is difficult to bear the power of extreme martial arts.

"Knort"

Prince Yan swung his sword, the sound of the sword roared softly, the rigidity and softness practiced the ice, the sword moved again, and the ice and snow shattered.

The red snowflakes are scattered, and the poignant spectacle is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.

The King of the Red Luan Realm bullied up, the red mist surrounded his body, and with a slight wave of his hand, the red mist surged, condensing the palm wind, and making another move.

The palm fell, the sword raised, the dust surged, the sword light Linghua, cut through the red mist, and forced his life to pass.

The King of the Red Luan Realm turned sideways, avoiding the blade of the sword, but saw the sword momentum turn around, following him like a shadow.

The palm wind and sword light are handed over, the figures of the sword man and the king are constantly staggered, the sword light is like a shock, the palm wind is like a mountain falling, the extreme martial arts are clashing, and the sky is shaking.

The sword at the pinnacle is unique, one move and one style, ordinary but precise, the sword dances, stunning the world.

It is unfortunate to lose the sword, but it is fortunate to watch the sword, and the sword is on the sword in this life.

The fascinated crowd didn't know how long the martial duel had passed, and the combined palms and swords, the swirling red mist and sword qi, intertwined a gorgeous music of life and death.

The king is powerful, and the swordsman is even more immeasurable, and everyone is amazed, it turns out that there is such a sword on the sword.

The sunset shines in the west, the still heaven and the earth, the blood-red sunset, red all over the western sky, the sunset that refuses to fall, is the sky to see the demeanor of the sword, borrowing three moments.

There are two figures, one big and one small, the small one is nervous, and the big one is calm and abnormal.

From the first time I saw it in the past, the invincible demeanor was forever imprinted in my heart, or trust, or reverence, I never thought that my predecessors would lose, I didn't, I won't today, and I won't in the future.

In the mouth of knowing fate, the word predecessor is not unusual, most of the time, it is just to be polite, or to get closer to the relationship to facilitate the footmeter.

Mu Qianyan once joked that the predecessors who knew their fate died the fastest, and the next thing was their friends.

Mu Qianyan's words may be a bit of a coincidence, but they are also a little true, and it is not uncommon to know the fate of the predecessors, however, only when facing the legend of Great Xia can he be sincere and do not have any scheming.

Knowing his fate, Yin'er's little hands were clenched, because he didn't understand, so he was nervous.

"Don't worry, look at the sword with peace of mind," Ning Chen said softly.

"Oh"

Yin'er raised her head, responded lightly, and immediately calmed down a little and looked at the sword seriously.

In the battle, the cyan sword light danced, the sword and sword traveled in the snow, and the extreme martial arts were sharp, one move and one style, and the line was gradually blurred.

If you don't see the move, the move can't be broken, a simple sword, the first dye is red.

The sword blade of the left arm of the King of the Red Luan Realm slashed, and the vermilion fell down, and then dyed the battle clothes.

The road of the swordsman, watching the sword, learning the sword, understanding the sword, seeing the sword on the sword in his life, knowing the end of the sword, how far away.

Beginner sword learner, how lucky Yin'er is, knowing fate to lead the way, today goodbye to the only sword, the road on the sword, far beyond the same age.

Outside the battle situation, the expression of the ink lord became more and more solemn, and it was indeed true that the incarnation was not as good as the body, but the cultivation of the king of the Hongluan Realm had reached the late stage of the Immortal Realm, and in a short period of time, the combat power of the incarnation was not weak and the body was too much, and it was really shocking to fall into such a bitter battle.

Who is the swordsman in front of him, and why has there never been any rumors before.

The sunset shone on the fairy land, the battle situation was stormy, and the situation fell into a passive Hongluan Realm King sighed, and the red mist around him surged out.

The invisible red mist spread out, turning into staggered matches, piercing through the body of the swordsman.

The green sword slashed the red mist, the red mist dispersed, the momentum was unabated, the invisible was tangible, and the decline was reversed.

Seeing this, Prince Yan's expression did not change, his footsteps stepped on, the figure withdrew, and with a wave of his hand, the green sword returned to the sheath, and the sand sword was permeated, sweeping into the battle.

Invisible to invisible, extreme merger, the legend stepped back, followed the gradual progress, and deceived himself again.

With a stabbing sound, the clothes on the right shoulder of the Red Luan Realm King cracked, and wisps of sand and dust swept through, like the sharpest sword, bringing out a waterfall of blood flowers.

At this moment, the ink lord who was watching the battle from the sidelines finally made a move, raised his right hand, and the immortal technique reappeared.

Rainbow light travels, majestic and incomparable, thousands of feet in length and horizontal, suppressing ten thousand laws, shocking power, sweeping towards the swordsman in battle.

When the pressure hit, Prince Yan frowned slightly, and with a wave of his left hand, the red sword was unsheathed, and a sword was slashed, and the qi of the eight directions of the sword gathered to break through the fairy rainbow.

In an instant, the battle situation changed in an instant, and the Hongluan Realm King, who was also incarnated, and the ink lord chose to join forces to fight against the legend of the swordsman.

Below, seeing the two of them entering the battle together, the eyes of the demon body narrowed, although there were no waves, but they were a few points colder.

"Ning Chen, will it be okay?" Yin'er's little face rose with a worried look, shook the former's arm, and asked.

"Quiet, concentrate on the sword," Ning Chen reprimanded.

"Oh"

was reprimanded, Yin'er didn't dare to be distracted anymore and concentrated on watching the battle.

On the horizon, the two powers joined forces, and the swordsman responded, a cold front, reflecting the blood-colored remnant sun.

"Sound of the sword, Feihong"

The red sword in Prince Yan's hand slashed, the void collapsed, and the red sword waves swung open, shaking back the two people who joined forces.

"King of Hongluan, speed and speed, you and I are both incarnations, and it is not good to fight for a long time," the ink lord said in a deep voice.

"Understood"

The king of the Red Luan Realm responded, his left hand flipped, and the muddy red mist rose sharply, intuitive to the sky, extremely terrifying might, and trembled the sky.

On the other side, the ink master also used the ability of the colorful immortal arts, and suddenly, the heaven and the earth were divided, and the colorful glow shone on the world.

Seeing that the two of them were coming to make an extraordinary move, Prince Yan Ning Yuan in his right hand, and pointed at the edge, and the blue and red swords galloped into the air, and the cloud disk fell, circling and intermingling.

"Green and red breathe together, and there is no vain"

The twin swords fell, the cloud disk descended, engulfing everything, and in an instant, the red mist and colorful glow disappeared, and they were all swallowed by the cloud disk.

With a muffled snort, the two of them took a few steps back together, a little blood red flowed down, and the avatar was hit hard again.

The cloud disk dispersed, and at the corner of Prince Yan's mouth, a touch of blood dripped silently, and it was the first time since the war that it was red.

The sword is endless, and the body becomes a constraint, facing the siege of the two strongest people in the world, the only flaw finally appears.

Shocked by the flaws in the former's skills, Shen Yuan, the master of ink and the king of the Red Luan Realm, gathered his strength, and concentrated on one move, one move, to end the legend of the swordsman.

The red mist filled the sky, the colorful sun, the earth-shattering power, beyond the limit of heaven and earth, the already riddled Western Immortal Realm immediately fell to the brink of collapse, the mountains were destroyed, and Vientiane fell.

The scene of the end of the world shocked everyone present, and the power of the reality was indescribable.

Above the void, Prince Yan stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the two of them, and with a wave of his right hand, when the fairy sword was struck, the criss-crossing chains were untied and dissipated invisible.

"Since you are here for this sword, how can you not let you see the power of the fairy sword?"

As the words fell, the blue, red, and sand swords coiled out at the same time, and the sword breath vibrate, echoing the gods in the sword.

The sound of the sword resounded throughout the universe, the fairy sword felt it, responded to the sound of the sword, and the next moment, the fairy sword soared into the sky, the sword qi rumbled, and the sun and the moon changed dramatically.

"Four swords move the world, heaven and earth fall together"

Prince Yan pointed and condensed, four swords, coiled and turned, endless sword pressure swept thousands of miles, when landing, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds were crazy.

A moment later, a terrifying collision sounded, red mist, and colorful glow were annihilated in an instant, and the two strengthened their bodies, and at the same time, they snorted, turned into stars, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The fairy world, after a series of fierce battles, at this moment it was finally difficult to bear the power of destruction, one after another the earth collapsed, and above the nine heavens, the void collapsed, turning into nothingness.

The real doomsday, thousands of miles, thousands of miles, ravines continue to spread, the earth is torn apart, and destruction is imminent.

The battle situation, rumbling and shaking, the four swords flew down, returned to the sheath one after another, and the last sword, mottled with ancient meaning, neither gold nor jade, was sonorously submerged into the sword frame.

Tsing Yi fell, his face did not change, he waved his hand to put away the sword stand, and walked forward.

The shocked crowd subconsciously retreated, not daring to block the way for half a minute.

"Out of the fairy world, looking for sword intent to see me"

At the wrong moment, Prince Yan said something calmly, and then walked away.

No one heard the sound, not even the sound, and the legend left, from beginning to end, without stopping half a step.

Ning Chen bowed silently and responded.

In the sky, the destroyed fairy palace intensified its fall, and one after another the great halls smashed on the ground, and the dust and sand were churning in angry waves, which was terrifying and abnormal.

The five sons of Momen, the princess of Hongluan, the woman in white and others recovered from the shock and quickly avoided the collapsed heaven and earth.

Beside Ning Chen, Yin'er's body swayed, and she was unsteady because of the shaking earth.

"Ning Chen, this place is going to be ruined, let's go quickly" Yin'er said with some panic on her little face.

"Hmm"

Ning Chen nodded lightly, his eyes looked at the five sons of Momen not far away, flashing a little light, this time, Momen can be said to have suffered heavy losses, not to mention nothing, even the incarnation of the Momen fell here.

Unexpectedly, a mouthful of fairy sword actually led to so many terrifying powerhouses, and that king of the red luan was the root of the change in the phoenix body?

(ps: It's too late today, I can't bear it, I'll take time in the past two days, and I'll add more to everyone)