"True Transmission Seed, this Xiao Minghui has comprehended the sword intent, even in the three major sects, it is a True Transmission Seed. ”

The elder of the Sword Heart Sect was terrified in his heart, and at the same time, envy also bred a lot of darkness, it can be imagined that Xiao Minghui, who had comprehended the sword intent, had a great future, and it was not at all beyond the reach of a person like himself who had exhausted his potential.

I'm afraid that after this competition, Xiao Minghui will immediately be valued by the old sect master and the sect master, and he will not be able to become the future sect master of the Sword Heart Sect.

"Is this a bet on the sword? Talented, but less experienced. ”

Shang Luo whispered silently, like an elder commenting on the omissions of his juniors, although his age was far lower than Xiao Minghui in front of him.

It can be seen that this Xiao Minghui has a lot of ideas, and the power of Qingfeng Thirteen is also extremely terrifying, once he falls into his rhythm, the Qinglan storm will become stronger and stronger, and after reaching a certain threshold, even if the opponent wants to fight again, he will be powerless and desperate.

But what if the opponent attacks from the start?

This kind of tactic of brewing a big move is best to first lay out a heavy magic weapon to defend yourself, such as the Incense Valley. In addition to the faction that is good at beating opponents with magic weapons, there is also a faction that specializes in the fire method, and the fire method is sharp enough to compete with the Ziyang Sect, but this fire method is too powerful, and there will be a short vacuum spell casting time.

"A long sword into the green underworld, my life is up to me, who is the wind god in the sword, Xiao Minghui in the Sword Heart Sect. ”

With the thirteen Qinglan storms fused into one, the twelve sword shadows also merged into the azure long sword, in the huge storm, you can see a sword blade like a swimming fish, swimming freely in the storm, the speed of the long sword is extremely fast, like a streamer, the air is cut, and it makes a sharp sound.

"The wind god in the sword, this son has good ambitions. ”

The chant spread throughout the audience, and even a few nearby areas could be heard clearly.

The elder of the Sword Heart Sect was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited, the Sword Emperor of Sword Emperor City was known as the Emperor of the Sword, the owner of the Famous Sword Villa was known as the Gentleman of the Sword, and the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion was known as the King of the Sword, and now Xiao Minghui appointed himself as the Wind God of the Sword, obviously wanting to compete with these three Sword Dao masters in the future.

"Xiao Minghui, Xiao Minghui, Xiao Minghui......"

"Aeololus, Aeolus, Aeolus ......"

In the stands, countless girls were dazzled, some shouted Xiao Minghui, and some shouted Fengshen.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Minghui on the stage was full of pride, his lips outlined a confident smile, and he said loudly: "This sword, the sword must drink blood, even if it is me, I can't guarantee the safety of Brother Tai's life, and I also ask Brother Tai to automatically admit defeat, so as not to increase casualties." ”

The elder of the Sword Heart Sect frowned when he heard this, and just wanted to transmit the message to Xiao Minghui, but stopped abruptly.

The future of this son is limitless, he still don't go against his wishes, in case he is hated, he can not afford to be guilty in the future, thinking of this, he looks at his nose and nose, and his nose looks at his heart, and he does not move.

"This guy?"

was speechless in his heart, and Shang Luo didn't know what to say. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to experience the power of this move in its heyday, the kid in front of him had just condensed the sword shadow, and he was afraid that he would have to lose.

In the end, he is too young to experience the beating of society. ’

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Shang Luo said lightly: "I'll wait and see." ”

Pure spiritual power poured out from the palm of his hand, wrapping the blade, and at the same time, the two qi of Killing and Slaughter and Death wrapped Mo Li twice, and all the power fit the surface of the blade, and a black and red knife appeared in Shang Luo's hand.

The sword qi flower rain in the last game enlightened him a little, like the arrogance on the blade in the past was actually a manifestation of power dispersion, such as the current Mo Li, it may seem a little ordinary, but the power in it has become extremely terrifying with the high degree of condensation.

Sure enough, there are great benefits to having a lot of experience in actual combat, even if the opponent is not strong, sometimes it can be inspiring. ’

Shang Luo was extremely satisfied, the few days wasted were not really wasted, even the seckills yesterday brought him a lot of insights.

"Life and death have their own destiny, the sword comes out without regrets, and the brother is so enlightened. ”

Xiao Minghui put his hands behind his back, his white robe swished, and praised in a sighy tone, as if he believed that Shang Luo was going to sacrifice his body.

Of course, what he said can't be wrong, if it comes to attack power, this unfinished sword is probably more than ten times stronger than Di Yanqi last night's normal attack, and the ordinary second order may really be killed in seconds in the face of this sword.

Sword intent, as an extremely rare force in heaven and earth, blessed on a sword cultivator, can really achieve the effect of qualitative change, especially the wind attribute sword intent, which is biased towards the offensive type of sword intent, and the bonus to the attack is far more than the impermanence of the sword intent of life.

Shout......

The azure sword burst out of the air.

With just a sword, Shang Luo's left shoulder exploded with a thud, and the sword intent in the blood hole was entrenched, like a small hurricane cutting his flesh.

"So fast. ”

The sword just now, if it weren't for his sword shock, maybe it would have pierced the heart directly, although the heart was pierced, he wouldn't have a big problem, the vitality of the Dragon Elephant Realm was strong, and the strength was here, even if the heart was pierced, it could still recover.

The two qi of slaughter and death in the body are mixed with spiritual power to expel the sword intent, and when dealing with this kind of alien energy, slaughter and death have always been extremely domineering.

The flesh on his shoulders grows, and the new tender flesh fills the bloody holes.

The self-healing ability of the Ordinary Dragon Elephant Realm is completely incomparable to Shang Luo, not to mention the huge amount of medicinal power accumulated in his body, which is the capital that supports the rapid regeneration of his flesh and blood, and even, the skin and flesh regenerated on his shoulders will be a little more tenacious than the original because of a round of destruction and regeneration.

"Go on. ”

Experiencing the power of this sword intent, this sword made Shang Luo's [Sword Technique] increase by another 1%, even if the second sword and the third sword could not achieve the effect of the first sword, it was worth his expectations.

The long sword turned around and stabbed from behind, and at the same time, the huge Qinglan storm also blew towards Shang Luo.

"What is the origin of this knife repair?"

The elder of the Sword Heart Sect had an ugly face, and secretly thought, Xiao Minghui's sword just now was as fast as a streamer, terrifying, and he asked himself that he had to bow down under this sword for hundreds of years, but he didn't expect to be taken down so lightly.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, because the protective shield under the cloth had broken under the wind, and he had to muster up all his energy and work hard to maintain the existence of the protective shield, otherwise under the raging hurricane, there would be no one in the stands, which would be a big scandal.

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