As soon as the eight-sided Han Sword flew up, Lin Yun's figure suddenly stopped in place, holding his breath, and the pores of his whole body contracted.

She didn't dare to move, her eyes were sane, but that sanity was called fear.

It's like walking alone in the mountains and dense forests at night, but being targeted by a leopard lurking in the dark.

The green eyes and the scarlet tongue loomed. You don't dare to move, because life and death will be in that moment.

Lin Yun's body began to tremble, and his eyes were firmly fixed on a sword that suddenly flew up from nowhere, and he looked at the sword.

In an instant, Zhang Jue felt that this heaven and earth were full of a kind of killing machine that made him feel pressured, and this killing machine was comparable to the moment when the sword was drawn.

Unbeatable, irresistible.

Zhang Jue raised his head and looked at the eight-sided Han sword suspended in the air, dripping and spinning.

I don't see anything, I just think this sword is weird.

The Han sword is six-sided, and it is called the six-sided Han sword. And this sword is eight-edged.

The white blades on the left and right are cold and bright, with a touch of bronze on the face, and the sword body is densely covered with Sanskrit.

It is worth mentioning the hilt of the sword, which is very short, but quite thick. This shape is actually not suitable for swords.

The sword should be held in the hand, the position of the hilt is very important, it must be closed, it must fit the palm perfectly, it must be anti-friction, and it must be able to pinch steadily.

But this sword, Zhang Jue felt that he didn't pinch it very firmly. If you don't pinch it firmly, you will feel insecure, because you may get out of your hand.

While looking at this sword, Lin Yun's cry suddenly came from Zhang Jue's mind: "Brother Jue, save me." It's going to kill me. ”

Zhang Jue's heart tightened. Burst into shouts: "Come here!" ”

As he spoke, he wiped his hand over his shoulder. 'Oh-'The gentleman's sword is unsheathed.

Lin Yun heard this. The figure floated back sharply, its eyes fixed on the sword. She didn't dare to turn around at all, she was afraid that as soon as she turned around, she would not know anything. The sword would kill her with one move, and she had a hunch.

Fortunately, this sword was always spinning in the air, and he didn't chase Lin Yun. Zhang Jue felt that there was a faint arrogance in the murderous machine. It seems that it disdains to hunt down Lin Yun.

What kind of sword is this?

A thought appeared in Zhang Jue's heart, which shocked him. There is a sword soul in this sword.

In addition to the gentleman's sword of the ancestor Dao in the world, what other sword can make you stress?

'Whoosh'

The sound of breaking the air came quickly. The sword spun faster and faster, like a propeller.

At this time, not only Zhang Jue and Lin Yun felt Haoran's murderous intention, but everyone present felt it, and everyone was locked by the overwhelming murderous aura.

Xu Maohai couldn't bear it, if it weren't for Lao Niu using a secret method to protect his heart, I am afraid that under this killing opportunity, he would have died of an explosion in his heart.

Lin Yun hid behind Zhang Jue, her green-faced fangs retracted. and showed the face of the country and the city. His eyes flickered, and his pretty face had a look called 'Chu Chu Pitiful'.

It has nothing to do with the killer demon king just now, just like a little woman hiding behind her husband.

Zhang Jue held the sword in his right hand and protected Lin Yun with his left hand. Eyes fixed on the sword.

Lin Yun looked at Zhang Jue's back, a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and that back was like a mountain. My heart is going to melt.

The people around that sword were miserable. As soon as the Killer Demon King left, a peerless fierce sword appeared hovering overhead. Damn it. The sword's killing intent actually locked itself.

'Boom-'

There was a sound of breaking the air, and the sword in the air suddenly disappeared.

'Puff puff puff'

A series of knives sounded into the flesh.

Within a few thousand square meters of the vicinity. Hundreds of people died on the spot, unconscious. Everyone's chest is a hole in blood.

Then, the sword began to hover in the air in another place. The hundreds of people were starting to grow old, their skin was withered, and their blood was drained.

'Buzz~'

There was a buzz, and the sword stopped spinning, and just like that, it stopped in the air. The sword body trembled for a moment, and the whole body suddenly turned red.

It's like an iron rod in a charcoal fire, and it's red.

It was very hot, and as soon as the falling snow in the sky approached the sword, it melted into water, fell on the sword, and sent out again; The sound of '呲呲呲' emitted a wisp of green smoke.

Zhang Juerao has seen all kinds of weirdness, and he has never seen this kind of scene. What kind of sword is this? After killing so many people, why did it burn itself red?

"Ah, it's melted!"

An exclamation came from nowhere, and everyone looked intently.

But I saw that the eight-edged Han sword that stopped in the air was getting higher and higher, and it was getting redder and redder, and then the molten iron began to flow down drop by drop. It freezes when it drops on the snow.

The tip of the blade began to soften and droop. Then it melted faster and faster, and the red molten iron fell like raindrops.

Zhang Jue took a breath of cold air, what is the situation?

Could it be that the blood of hundreds of people is fuel, and it burns itself? This sword is really funny, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

It can't be the sword used by the Buddha, right? Regardless of shape and meaning, it reveals a touch of kindness.

'Boom'

The molten iron continued to fall, and the sound of water and fire melting was endless.

After a while, Zhang Jue's eyes moved, and he saw a very sharp black tip suddenly emerging from the red sword body.

Could this be ......

Zhang Jue's heart moved, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

'Boom'

After revealing the black tip, the sword body melted faster, and the temperature became higher and hotter, and it became more and more red.

After a minute, the redness was gone. A large puddle of molten iron on the ground, and a black blade that was a little longer than a dagger appeared in the air.

The blade looked strange, it didn't look like a dagger, but it looked like a dagger. The blade is a diamond-shaped tip, and the tail end is a hilt that resembles a gripper.

Zhang Jue's blood flow rate suddenly became faster, his face was red, and he was excited and nervous.

Is this the head of the gun?

I touched the overlord gun in my sleeve, and I only felt that my excited legs began to sift the chaff.

Turning around, he said with a stern face: "Don't leave my surroundings at all times, hold on to me." ”

Lin Yun nodded, hugged Zhang Jue's neck suddenly, and hung on her back. She knew that if this sharp blade wanted to kill herself, one move would be enough, and she couldn't dodge it, and she couldn't stop it. Only by sticking to Zhang Jue can he protect himself. Once you leave him a little, there is a chance to kill yourself on the spot.

Flew? Obviously, it will also fly. But Zhang Jue won't.

'Boom-'

There was another sound of breaking the air.

'Puff puff'

On the spot, hundreds of people were killed on the spot, and hundreds of people were killed, just in the blink of an eye. When a bloody hole appeared in the heads of hundreds of people, it stopped at the same place as before.

'Ang~'

A sound sounded as if it had broken free, and the blade trembled in the air.

Seeing the blood slipping from the sharp blade, Zhang Jue's pupils shrank, and after seeing the face of the sharp blade, after being crossed by blood, two words suddenly appeared - overlord!

Could this be the Overlord gun?

Yes, it's the Overlord gun! Isn't the shape of this blade the head of a spear?

So what is the overlord gun that Li Xun used? If you guess correctly, Li Xun's should be the barrel of the overlord gun, and now this is the head of the gun. Like the gentleman's sword, it was all separated. Fortunately, his own gentleman's sword has already merged. And this overlord gun, the barrel of the gun is in his own hands.

Zhang Jue took a few deep breaths, feeling that the killing machine locked on himself, and then locked on the Junzi Sword. I felt the gentleman's sword begin to tremble restlessly.

Not only did it tremble, but the gentleman's sword also let out a proud sword groan.

The blade was groaning, too.

Two peerless weapons, at this moment, do not accept each other.

Let's fight!

Zhang Jue took a deep breath, slashed his sword, pointed directly at the black spear head in the air, and shouted: "Come on." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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