Why is the Sword God this honor?

After the sword god punished the sword immortal, didn't Ximen Blowing Snow usher in the peak of his life, why did he become like this?

Is it true that if you are bald, you can become stronger?

Russell looked confused, but then he thought about it, why can't the sword god be crowned!

Yushu Linfeng and Qiyu Xuanang are the subjective conjectures imposed on Ximen Blowing Snow, fantasizing that swordsmanship is the best in the world, and his appearance and bearing are also the perfect idols of the dragon and phoenix among people.

It's a pity that the sword god is also a human being, and if he is a human being, he will inevitably eat, drink, and die, and will inevitably be born, old, sick and die. In reality, the sword god not only hiccups, farts, and foul mouth, but also a middle-aged Mediterranean.

It's not hard to see why......

Ximen Blowing Snow is crazy about swords, abandoning his wife to seek the Tao ruthlessly, staying up late every night without sleeping to practice swords, just like the killer who stays up late to code words in the writer group, the middle-aged head is very reasonable and logical.

Thinking of this, Russell suddenly realized that a generation of sword gods still lost their hair for the Tao, and he still disliked it in every way because of his experience, which really shouldn't be.

Thinking of this, and then looking at the crooked melons and cracked dates below, he was very murderous, and this group of people should be killed.

It's not because of the failure of pretending to be forced, but because Ximen Blowing Snow put life and death aside for the sake of swordsmanship, and even gave up the hair follicles, what qualifications do these people have to laugh!

That's right, that's it, it's definitely not murder!

"The Mediterranean over there, don't pretend to blow snow in Simon in the middle of the night, which team are you in?"

"It's not pretending, people are originally sucking the door and blowing holes, but we listened to it."

"Oh, according to what you say, is it the legend of Lu Xiaoslit?"

"Just like him, it's pretty much the same as aiming at people."

"Hahaha, you're so sassy!"

“……”

The reincarnators laughed as much as they could, not taking Russell seriously at all, and the self-proclaimed sword god Mediterranean was a funny character no matter how he looked at it. Besides, they are superior in numbers, 18 VS 1, and there are two A-level reincarnation captains, even if it is really the sword god himself, he is also pressed to the ground and rubbed his life.

In the midst of laughter and scolding, only the two captains had grim faces, their strength was one level stronger than the other reincarnations, and they clearly sensed the sword intent that seemed to be nothing.

Throat, heart, spine, head......

Every fatal position on the body is entangled in sword qi, and the slightest movement is a stormy sword momentum, which cannot be dodged or avoided, and everything that can be seen is covered by sword qi.

Sen Han's death intent made it difficult for the two to breathe, and they endured the depressed feeling of wanting to vomit, and after glancing at each other, they reached a cooperation agreement again.

Not expecting his teammates who were in a desperate situation and didn't know it, the emaciated man closed his eyes, and then slammed into Russell to open his right eye, and in the blood-colored pupils, the three hooks of jade spun and connected into a windmill.

"Wind Dragon!!"

The emaciated man shouted, and Feng Long understood and shouted at the moment.

I saw that the blood vessels in his neck bulged, the muscles of his whole body swelled and stretched out his coat, and a blue dragon tattooed on his back automatically swam to his right arm without wind.

The hurricane stirred, blowing people on their backs, except for the emaciated man, the other reincarnators who were still laughing were all blown away by the storm.

"Drink!"

The wind dragon burst into a shout again, swung his right fist, and shot at Russell in the air.

The wind roared, and the tyrannical tornado turned into a monstrous dragon shape, teeth and claws in the air. Where the wind swept away, all the obstacles and barriers were wrenched into pieces.

"Amaterasu!!"

Blood drops flowed from the emaciated man's right eye, and black flames shot out from his pupils, and the target was not Russell but a dragon turned into a violent wind.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind!

The black flame combined with the storm, and although the body of the divine dragon burning with the raging black flame did not change, its momentum definitely skyrocketed several times. The monstrous heat wave soared into the sky, evaporating the clouds that had been previously cut off by the sword qi, and the ground was even more dry like purgatory.

Rumble!!!

The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and crushed Russell's location, the hurricane crushed it, the black flame burned, and in the blink of an eye, the hundred-meter-long warehouse was razed to the ground.

The blow was successful, but the wind dragon did not dare to be careless at all, and with a finger of his right hand, the huge black dragon roared and rushed into the sky.

"Didn't hit, where is he?"

The wind dragon's eyes exploded, and the wind that was attached to Amaterasu was extremely burdened, and the pain of his meridians being torn apart made him feel like he was experiencing torture every second.

"Don't rush, I'm looking for ......"

The emaciated man was also sweating profusely, and his writing wheel eyes were spinning at high speed, catching Russell's figure everywhere.

Seeing this, no matter how stupid the reincarnators are, they know what is going on, Mediterranean is not a funny character, it is a real sword god, so strong that their captain has to join forces to fight.

Thinking of the various deaths before, a group of people turned pale with fright, regardless of whether they were teammates or not, and gathered together.

A lot of people doesn't necessarily have a lot of power, but it definitely gives you a lot of peace of mind.

Qiang !!

The crisp and pleasant sound of the sword sounded, and the aftermath lingered in the ears, making people intoxicated and reluctant to wake up.

Russell walked past the four reincarnators with a straight knife in one hand, walking leisurely, seemingly as slowly, but in fact extremely fast, and after he left, the four of them fell to the ground with blood spraying all over their bodies.

Ximen Blowing Snow's sword is not gorgeous, and when he reaches his realm, he is no longer confined to the meaning of the moves, simplifying the complex, and killing one person only produces one sword.

The reason why his sword is called supernatural is because of fear, and those who have seen him draw his sword have died.

Russell questioned this, those people really saw Simon blowing snow out of the sword?

Not necessarily, I'm afraid they didn't even see when Ximen Blowing Snow drew his sword!

Russell incarnated as a god of death and killed one step at a time, the reincarnators couldn't move under the sword intent, they couldn't do anything except close their eyes and wait for death, and in just two breaths, 10 people were killed.

The level of the sparring partner is too low, Russell is very dissatisfied, and even suspects that it is easier for Simon to blow snow and kill chickens than to kill them, what is the perception of this kind of battle!

Just as he stopped, the wind dragon found him under the guidance of the emaciated man, turned sharply and slammed into the ground, and the fire dragon in mid-air was pulled, circled and dived down.

"Die for me!!"

The dragon's head tore through the wind and roared, and the behemoth fell from the sky, majestic and majestic, and extremely tyrannical!

Russell didn't dodge or dodge, his brows furrowed slightly to comprehend the way of the sword, and then aimed at the falling black dragon and slowly stabbed out.

It's mediocre, just like the old man in the park who practiced the health sword.

Click! Click-la-la-————

The surface of the straight knife was full of cracks, broken inch by inch, and when Russell completely stabbed this move, the entire blade was shattered, and only the handle was still held in the palm of his hand.

Boom————

The black dragon fell, and the dragon's body sank into the ground from head to tail, and after a short silence, a powerful shockwave swept out in all directions from the center of the circle.

There was no roaring explosion, and the terrifying power carried by the black dragon poured into the ground, directly tearing the surface apart and crushing it. The cobweb-like cracks burst apart, the dust kicked up, and the circle continued to expand, and the hurricane blew the crowd so that everyone in the field could not stand and balance.

The wind dragon got up from the ruins, looked at the dusty depths, and swallowed: "What a powerful guy, when did there be such a number one person in the main god space, but he died after all." ”

The emaciated man pushed away the masonry on his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said in disbelief: "No, Amaterasu's black flame is nothing but burning, but it didn't take effect just now!" ”

As the words fell, the wind dragon chuckled in his heart, thinking back to the scene just now, the wind he controlled was also out of control at the last moment.

When the two of them were in shock, a sword aura roared softly, and all the dust that filled the surroundings fell to the ground, revealing Russell who was unharmed in the center of the field.

The ground was unharmed within three feet of his feet, but three feet away it was torn apart by the gale, and a huge pit had been hollowed out.

"Goo-toot!"

Feng Long and the emaciated man swallowed in unison, their brains blank and they didn't know how to evaluate, and they kept echoing a question.

Can this also be called swordsmanship?

Russell is still perceiving the way of the sword, the statute of limitations of the character card has passed, he is not stingy with the wealth value, and he will not stop even if the points go down.

"Wind Dragon, once again, his sword has been broken, I don't believe he can still use the sword move just now." The emaciated man gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of potion from the ring, unscrewed the cap and poured it all in.

Fenglong nodded with a condensed face, neither of them was an opponent when they fought alone, and they could only survive if they joined forces again.

At this moment, Russell, who was judged by the two of them to break the sword, held the hilt and waved diagonally, and an orchid with condensed sword qi slowly bloomed.

In an instant, the sword light was rampant!

In the sky and on the ground, the sword qi in the sky was permeated, and the boundless sword qi seemed to fall from the sky, washing away the whole audience like a torrential rain.

The emaciated man and the wind dragon were shocked, and took out the defensive props to protect themselves, except for the two of them, the rest of the reincarnators all fell to the ground with blood at the moment when the sword qi came.

The sword qi stretched for 30,000 miles, and the sword qi condensed into an entity, turning into a giant sword shadow that shot straight into the sky!

The emaciated man and the wind dragon struggled, and finally the defense props were torn apart by the sword qi, and the flesh and blood were torn to pieces, and they died on the spot.

The sword qi dissipated, Russell dropped the hilt in his hand, the mortal blade could not withstand the sword intent of the sword god, but after all, he was not enough to comprehend the user, and if it was replaced by the real Ximen Blowing Snow, this straight knife would definitely be well preserved.

"System, stop the ...... of Simon"

Halfway through his mind, Russell looked at the emaciated man in surprise, he was supposed to be a corpse, he was half-squatting on the ground, covering his right eye and panting, and the moment they looked at each other, the three hooks of the left eye swirled around into a black windmill.

"Illusion: Tsukiyo!"

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