"Kill!"

Lu Zhaowen swung his sword, and the white tiger jumped, its claws and teeth danced, and killed it.

Li Kezhou also made a sword.

Or Kunlun Breaking Sword Spell!

As soon as the sword spell came out, an aurora that was difficult to see with the naked eye disappeared silently.

This sword, which is no longer in the past, once taken out, emits a hollow crackling sound, as if it does not contain any power.

This is also the first time since the birth of his dragon elephant method that he has used this method to drive away the sword soul and cast a sword spell.

The blade was slashed into the white tiger's head.

There is no imaginary momentum.

In everyone's eyes, there were only two dazzling white rays, forming a brief confrontation in mid-air.

"What, impossible!"

"The young man's sword curse stopped killing the white tiger!"

Looking at a group of divine knights behind him, he exclaimed silently.

"This child's sword spell seems to be the legendary Kunlun Broken Sword Curse!"

This sword spell comes from Kunlun Martial Arts, who is the world's first swordsman in the past hundred years. This man is the most amazing person in a hundred years after the white-clothed Sword Master. He had only one sword in his life. He has no enemies in his direction. Is this child his heir?

This sword spell is even more terrifying than the legend. Lu Shao's sacred hunting of white tigers is being dismembered. Looking at this situation, it seems that it is possible to take this sword!"

Some people's eyelids flutter when they hear crying.

A Ning Dan is trying to protect the sword cultivation, and the front blocks the impact of the Yuan Tire Master, which is impossible to exist as a myth, Yuan Tire not only cultivates the sword, but also is one of the few masters in the world.

It was in the midst of a terror.

Suddenly, the white tiger split into two halves, and the other white tiger, with the same killing power, the same strength, crossed the sword and turned into silk, and then killed Li Kaizhou.

"It's ...... The third realm of the sword spirit, the differentiation of the sword spirit!" someone was shocked.

"The white sword is indeed missing. "His swordsmanship has reached the third stage of the legend. Swordsmanship can be divided into two parts!"

"Of course, this kid is not that big. Despite the fact that his hole cards are so amazing, he still has a hard time escaping death. No one can save him today!"

For a moment, the sounds of exclamation, admiration, and sighing always echoed in my ears.

When Li Kezhou saw the white tiger formed by the sword soul, he suddenly reached the top of his head and was torn to pieces. He didn't dare to keep it anymore. White light flashed behind him, the wings of his sword streaked across the sky, violently covering it, and he ended his regiment.

"Boom!"

There was a big explosion in the clear sky.

The holy white tiger with a killing sword and an endless killing spirit burst out in the voice of response.

The whole of Li Kezhou is shrouded in it. The sword sparkles. No one can see it. Only a striking ball is enveloped in the spirit of the sword.

At this time, another place fought.

In the end, good results were obtained. The white tiger was completely split into two parts from its head, and the sharp blade disappeared without a trace, leaving only a gust of wind blowing.

The wind blew through Lu Zhaowen's ears, and a strand of black hair fell out.

Lu Chao turned a blind eye to what he heard and watched with unprecedented dignity.

He stared intently ahead, the light of the White Tiger Butcher's Knife completely obscuring his figure.

But at this moment, the light of the sword was so dazzling that no one could see whether the person inside was alive or dead, not even his performer.

"The kid...... Are there still bones?

"It must be so!" The death of the perverted white tiger killed the sword light, which was not at all resistant to humans. Even if a master of Motoko is wrapped in it, it is impossible to have his life!

"This person is so proud!" "Even a sword can't stop the white sword, and the holy killing of the white tiger is missing, so that what the world can do is definitely not more than five fingers!"

"It's a pity! This kid is such a genius that he's dead today. If he doesn't die, this time he is likely to be eligible to enter the Quartet Holy Land, and his future achievements will be no less than that of the White Sword!

Lu Zhaowen heard the whispers of the crowd, and his trembling hands suddenly burst into green tendons.

The boy opposite, in his eyes, from beginning to end, was just an incompetent and ignorant person, who did not know the depth of heaven and earth, and only knew that the strength of the other party was amazing.

When he condensed, he thought of his own strength. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew in his heart that his strength at that time was far inferior to this person.

He boasted that he was a genius standing at the top of the pyramid, which hit him for a moment.

Luckily, I strangled this man!

His heart sank, his mouth just smiled, and then the next moment suddenly froze.

The dazzling sword light, accompanied by a piercing crackling sound, the white light finally began to converge, and a living figure gradually began to emerge.

The man's blade covered his body.

At this time, the sword wings were no longer as vivid as before, the whole illusion was to the extreme, and people seemed a little confused, with more clothes and more torn.

"Impossible!"

For the first time, Lu Zhaowen lost his composure and screamed.

Almost at the same time, everyone who saw this scene screamed in horror, and a wave passed over it.

"This kid ...... Isn't it dead?"

Not only did he not die, but he did not appear to be injured at all. It's a miracle. How did he kill the White Tiger without getting hurt?"

At first, Schrödinger, with a solemn countenance, saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, vividly reproduced.

What is the "child's sword wing ......" method?

A dry-talking, trembling gentleman asked.

But none of the people present could answer his question.

In the end, Xue Dingyin whispered: "This should be ...... "swordsmanship suitable"

"Impossible!"

The first to stand up against it was Lu Zhaowen, who did not believe it.

His voice lost its calm: "Swordsmanship, also known as sword armor, requires a powerful sword soul, which has reached an unbelievable level, and the thinness of ordinary people can't accommodate such a huge sword soul at all."

Lu Chaowen didn't believe that even the swordsmanship costume he had never completed could be completed.

Xue Dingyin smiled and said: "Good ordinary person's Shan Fu, it is true that he can't accommodate so many swords, but this person can only block you with a sword, which already shows that he is not an ordinary person."

"Impossible!

Lu Zhaowen was crazy, as if he was confused by ghosts.

Throughout the ages, all opportunities to reload swords, without exception, have appeared in the form of sword armor, even my ancestor's Yuanlong sword armor. This kid's achievement is not sword armor at all, so it is not sword armor at all......"

Schrödinger rarely refutes him, only nodding slightly.

It's weird, but it doesn't make much sense to say "no." His ability to stop your Holy Killing Sword is enough to prove that his sword wing's defensive power is no less than his sword armor......"

"And in my opinion, even if it surpasses most of the sword armor in history, this incredible defensive force can only be compared to the sword armor of the swordsman Yuan Long back then!"

(End of chapter)