Back then, the sword venerable said that the blood sword was the main kill, and he was born to fight, and the bloody battlefield could reveal his true colors; if you want to truly master the Heavenly Absolute Realm, you not only need to sacrifice for a long time, but also have the right opportunity.

At that time, at the moment, the four wild rivers of blood, killing everywhere, where could it be more suitable than here, more appropriate than now?

The sword venerable has passed away, the sword soul is long, and there is a Kunpeng chant in the dark, and the heavenly sword body turns after three o'clock, facing straight ahead.

Thirteen Lang held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and a smile of pride rushed towards the sky, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling, and he roared.

"Kill!"

After the sound of killing, the bird threw himself into the forest, and the blood sword rushed into the thunder pool with the people, and killed the remnant spirit that was about to dissipate with a sword, and picked up the thing that he refused to let go of when he was firmly on the verge of death, and put away the action just after completing this action, and there was a loud bang in his ears!

The entire thunder pool space freezes three breaths

What a scene that is!

There are thunder pillars twisted like thousand-year-old trees, thunderdrops like rain staining the forehead, thunder shuttling like flying needles, and remnant souls just being hit by thunder, and even the wails before death can be seen with the naked eye. The circle demarcated by the Heavenly Dao was completely cut out, and there were thousands of wonders in it, and one of them was dressed in white and snow, as if frozen in the cold, ten thousand years ago.

Has anyone ever seen a thunderbolt pause?

Has anyone ever heard of the Heavens?

The wonderful scene was so absurd, the battlefield was silent for 30,000 miles, and the 30,000 monks looked sideways, no one dared to believe it.

Booming thunder shook the nine skies, and the fourth thunder shot down, and the power was stronger than the first three that had been swallowed by Thirteen Lang before.

"Thief God. You're cheating!"

King Agu, Boss Su, Cheng Xueyi, and Young Master Qi are cultivating tens of millions of people on the mad spirit. All those who realized what had happened roared with one voice, denouncing the heavens for injustice.

Those who are in charge of the robbery will not be allowed to resist. Then he was killed. What kind of son of heaven, what kind of chance to create, disobey the heavenly track will be punished by heaven, this rule is accepted by everyone.

But this punishment is murder!

Everyone guessed why, this chaos started because of Thirteen Lang, including the white-haired twin Nirvana, was actually killed by Yin, it is estimated that Tiandao finally understood this and wanted to punish him.

"Wouldn't it be nice to kill it directly? Pretend!"

King Agu's roar represents everyone's voice, and everyone is actually asking, if Tiandao wants to kill, Thirteen Lang is not stronger than ants, why is it so much trouble to do this shameless game?

Do you want to interfere?

Will interference make the situation worse?

People who care about themselves are so self-assured, King Agu, Boss Su, Qi Cheng and the two families, mad spirit monks. Everyone is worried. The hated people are eagerly waiting, under the soul flag, on the ancient sword, the seven big men of Luosan. Everyone is nervous.

"Zheng!"

Singing slightly, the voice is like a plain woman playing the strings, and listening to it in the ears is like an empowerment torrent. Kill the sky all at once, and be relieved.

Red Sword. The Blood Sword, the Heavenly Sword is divided into the world. The only exception that is not frozen by the Heavenly Dao!

The sword sounded, the sword raised its head, the blood was exhausted, the killing intent rushed into the sky, the indescribable fierceness and arrogance, the endless arrogance and recklessness, and the volley was slashed!

The sky is thunderous like a pillar, as big as a human head, killing the sword in the air, breaking through the Chinese army. The blood tore through the Pillar of Slaughter, destroyed the will of the thunder all the way, and collapsed into a star.

A little fluorescent light jumped, the sound of clicks exploded non-stop, and the brilliant pillar turned into hundreds of millions of sparks, as beautiful as the tail behind the comet, a little desolate.

Heaven has never recognized the Lord, and there is no soul in the sword, but it is intentional!

Guarding, just, unyielding, and proud, when the sword is broken, the sword raises its head, and it seems that you can see a scholar with the sword on his back, standing up like a pine.

A sword to break the robbery.

"Zheng!"

No matter how good the magic weapon is, it also needs mana to urge, and it is a light roar, and in the absence of mana to urge a single thunder, the body of the Heavenly Absolute Sword shook three times in a row, and the decadence was obvious, and it made an anxious call.

Overhead, the eye of the sky, the sound of thunder is dull and powerful, and the tip of the sword points to a huge circle of thunder eyes slowly open, containing an incomparable storm, rolling the sky and wrath, and even more majestic that makes people bow their heads and bow down.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Absolute Being, Thirteen Lang would have died!

No one can sleep when the catastrophe should be calamated, Lei Chi Dingge is still unmoved, Thirteen Lang is like an iceman sideways in it, the thunder rises again, the sky is extremely weak, he still has to die.

"Fuck you!"

Raising his eyebrows and sideways, his eyebrows and eyes were hideous, and the bald giant man jumped and scolded and jumped up. is also aggrieved for the thirteen, the sixteen Su is extremely evil in his heart, and he doesn't know what's wrong, looking at the heavenly tribulation and playing Fan Xiu, he feels that he is the one who should be robbed, and he has been yin by the heavenly dao again and again, and after ten thousand years, it is ten thousand years.

There were many people who thought the same as him, and at the scene of today's Heavenly Tribulation, all the monks, demon beasts, birds, and even insects who practiced the Madness Spirit Dao were angry and howled angrily.

"Wake up!"

Unity is strength. This word、Many times it is just an excuse to comfort yourself, but today it has become a reality, on the battlefield, in the wild territory, an invisible storm is rapidly formed, condensing a mighty will power, rushing like a thunder pool.

In the thunder pool, Thirteen Lang's face is clear, his eyes are clear, and he is as quiet as a virgin in the boudoir.

"No matter, him!" The will passed sideways, the blood in his chest was completely boiling, and the bald man could bear it anymore, shaking his body and pounced.

"Wait!" King Agu hurriedly intercepted.

"Wait for your mother, look at the sky!"

The thunder eye in the sky opened, and a thicker and more powerful thunder pillar slowly took shape, facing the sword and pointing at the person.

"Kill!"

With a slap to the otherworldly Shura, the bald man took a half-step step and paused.

"Roar!"

Ben Lie roared at this time, the thunder pool collapsed, the figure appeared, Thirteen Lang turned over and jumped up, held the hilt of the Heavenly Sword and rushed to the sky, volleying and slashing again.

"Kill!"

Open the sky with a sword!

In the whistling sound, endless power roared out, tens of thousands of wills converged into a river, and a long rainbow burst out from the Heavenly Absolute Sword, the blood was as gorgeous, the blood was as fierce, and the blood was as sharp as the sky. Break through a thousand clouds.

The clouds are torn and the eyes are shattered. The thunderstorm scattered in all directions, and the starry sky was re-revealed. Although there is only one line, although it is only for a moment, although it is immediately closed as before, it is thicker than the beginning, but it is broken after all.

Tianyan is like a human face, the newborn is perfect, and the cut can still heal, but after healing, there will be scars, even if there is a panacea to recover, there are still shadows in the heart.

After breaking the sky, the person who should be robbed is in the air. The body is like a javelin, the eyes are like a sword, and the eyes are in all directions.

"Come again!"

There was a moment of silence, and the battlefield was jubilant.

"Good!"

"Good chop!"

"Good kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill it!"

With a sword that slashed the sky, it was not only the cloud above his head that was slashed, but also the lead stone that pressed on Qun Xiu's heart. There was a moment of silence, and the battlefield erupted in a neat cheer, and the torrent of branches that had been paused moved forward again, followed by those who had hesitated, and many more depressed faces fanatical by the sword. One after another.

"Qi Jiaerlang, kill me with me!"

"Cheng clan, kill with me!"

"Whether there is a man surnamed Chu or not, kill him with me!"

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

The sky can also be fought. What's more, it is a human being, and the cultivation of the six clans dares to fight the sky, and the six clans have cultivated tens of thousands and nearly 10,000 people, and the monks of Nirvana have grabbed a handful. Don't you dare to fight with people, and kill with vendettas!

Thousands of troops rushed into battle amid shouts. Several old people inside are particularly eye-catching, the reason is that since they stepped into the battlefield. Under the soul banner on the opposite side and by the altar, the big bosses of Luosang dispatched one after another, and they were very tacitly divided to the sky.

As for the three old men on the ancient sword, Luo Sang's side did not withdraw, and the wonderful thing is that Huoyan's side did not send special people to serve, but concentrated his forces on the main battlefield.

is already weak, and it has to be done as a last resort

"It turned out to be him!"

On top of the giant sword, a bald old man's eyes were fiery, his eyes were fixed on the sky, and he was reluctant to move away for a long time.

Coincidentally, Thirteen Lang turned his gaze back after swinging his sword, and happened to meet him.

Some people, some eyes, do not need to meet to be able to get acquainted, three hundred years ago, the outer land sword Lu Tianjue Sword true face of the world, when the sword was obtained, Thirteen Lang had heard strange sounds, now just look at it, immediately recognize who the bald old man is.

The same voice as back then, greedy, passionate, ruthless, vicious, eyes met, it felt like being bitten by a poisonous snake, and Thirteen Lang spoke far away.

"Old dog, do you want to do it?"

"Hehe, sword!"

The battlefield was chaotic, the distance was far away, and there were countless Chongjun monks in the middle, and the old man couldn't hear Thirteen Lang speak, but he could see and understand the meaning in his gaze, and he smiled.

"The sword is mine, thank you for sending it. ”

"Fuck you. ”

In the sight, the robber rushed straight over, the robbery clouds above his head followed closely, and the ghost king and the sixteen Su under him followed closely, as if they were about to break into battle.

Are they looking for death?

The bald old man was suspicious in his heart, and the two people around him had passed the military order, and the ancient sword was suspended.

"Why?" the old man instinctively asked.

"Today's catastrophe is too weird, wait and see what happens. The old man on the left responded.

It's the truth.

There have never been so many people who have responded to the catastrophe, no one has ever seen such a catastrophe, there has never been such a way of responding to the catastrophe, and no one knows what will happen next.

"When the catastrophe is over, it is best to march into the army when it is weak. The old man on the right expressed his opinion and said slowly: "Don't be fooled by appearances, even if those people all succeed in the tribulation, we still have the advantage in strength." ”

This statement is too modest.

The total number of monks in the Wild Spirit Land does not exceed three thousand, most of them are gods, and some are breaking through the realm, and their success or failure is unknown.

What about rushing through? Great, just breaking through the habitat, it still needs time to digest the heavenly gifts, consolidate the cultivation, and adjust the injuries of the two Qi and Cheng left, not only reducing the two robbers, but also taking away most of the children of the six clans, and the rest of the group cultivators are those monks who have flown up from the nether realm.

High-end power, three Nirvana-level sword cultivators here, a super magic weapon that condenses the efforts of countless people, and the sixteen Su over there are strong but injured, King Agu is weird, but he only has a habitat after all.

The variable comes from the sky, from the person who made the catastrophe inexplicable, and as long as the catastrophe is not interfered with, this battle will be won.

There is no risk in winning the game, and winning in stability has always been Rousanne's strategy.

"But the military order" The bald old man frowned slightly, slightly hesitant.

"The military order was to behead the place, but it didn't specify when to do it. First, send some men to kill them and attack the monks. The old man on the left said again.

The old man on the right said: "There is also a catastrophe that waits for no one, and it will come soon?"

In the midst of the exclamation, the thirteen langs suddenly turned around in the middle of the charge, went straight back to the land of wild spirits, and said a few words to several "people" who met him very quickly, and then waved his hand to give orders to all the monks who were still in the robbery.

"Array!"

(To be continued......)