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On the golden mountain, the clouds in the sky of all directions surged, countless colorful clouds shone for thousands of miles, and five voices resounded one after another, like a thunder that woke up the sleeping earth.

There is thunder in the east, and thunder is like ten thousand swords piercing through the air, drawing out a sharp attack. In the first place, a tall old man, lightly bound in sackcloth, with white hair and a bright head, his eyes pierced directly at the war boat where the Lord Ling was.

"The four star domains, call us and other people from the Demon Spirit Continent sinners, the old man Yanshan, bring the swallowtail sword to ask the master: What is a crime!"

The voice was deep and majestic, like a question from the boundless earth under his feet, and the words rumbled in all directions, but a red fine line inexplicably appeared in the air, which added a bit of dazzling and gorgeous compared with the fiery red of the golden mountain.

"Not good!" made the Lord's eyes shrink suddenly, as if facing a great enemy of life and death, and his body was also tight.

The fine lines were like lightning and silk, ignoring the distance of dozens of miles and the supernatural treasures encountered along the way, and only flashed twice in the air before coming to the body of the resentful spirit dragon and swiping it lightly.

Like a meteor shining, like the sun radiating brilliance, thousands of threads are released from fine lines, like thousands of silver medical needles, specializing in the treatment of evil pets and beerliness. The resentful spirit dragon that was still showing off its might before froze for a moment, and opened its mouth to roar, but its body quickly dried up like a punctured bubble, turning into thousands of wisps of mist in the blink of an eye, slowly drifting away.

The surrounding demon hunters changed their expressions greatly, and their faces were trembling with uncontrollable horror. Everyone asked themselves what would happen if this sword was fired at them.

They thought too much, as the ancestor of Yanshan, how could they casually draw out their swords to people, and several times Brother Luosang, no more than five fingers worthy of their shots.

There are thunders in the West. Thunder is like a gentle breeze, enveloping the unique cold of the northern country, sweeping the sky and the earth. The wheelchair floated forward like a goose feather, and the white-clothed scholar held a sword on his lap, brushed his sleeves and raised his eyebrows, as if he was a mad student.

"Good sword!"

Mr. Big raised his left finger forward. The voice seemed to be a cold wind blowing in his ears, and he let out a sigh of admiration and then mocked: "I think that the so-called demon hunting messenger is caused by the heart of the animal, and only need to peel off his skin, and the essence will naturally be clearly understood; ”

With a slap of his right hand, the meridian sword on his knee suddenly sounded, like a fierce horse getting rid of its shackles. The dragon leaped out of the shallows, hissing and roaring with pleasure.

In the battle of advent, Mr. Big's natal sword was destroyed, although there will be no shortage of good swords in his identity, but if he chooses the natal sword, the rest will be inferior. Therefore, before the war, he deliberately took the meridian sword from Princess Xia. Designed to slay demons.

A good sword has spirituality, and the more strong people you kill. The killing intent of the sword is more and more vigorous; the meridian sword is cherished from the material, the sex is as fierce as fire, and after continuously killing a strong enemy, it is on the verge of giving birth to the wisdom of the soul, and after the hand of Mr. Big, after the war, it only needs to be a good life and warm and cultivate, and the sword spirit that is in line with the master's mind can be born. That's all. Princess Xia's strength suddenly increased by three points, not to mention the long-term benefits brought by the growth of the sword spirit after that.

The ancestor of Yanshan knew that he naturally couldn't ask for Mr. Big's move to borrow a sword, and wished that he would use this sword to cut off a few more heads. Because of this incident, his resentment towards spirituality also decreased a little. I was overjoyed.

Once unsheathed, the body of the Meridian Sword shone brightly, and there was a monstrous aura; unlike the Ancestor's Sword, which was agile and traceless, the Meridian Sword pushed forward in a straight line, and on the surface it did not look like a sword, but more like a rampaging knife.

"Arrogance!"

"Presumptuous!"

Countless roars rang out one after another, and one after another magic weapons were sacrificed in the air, and Brother Luosang could see that this scholar not only used his sword to kill strong enemies, but also intended to establish power.

The two flying swords that were bright and brilliant and did not lose the meridian were the first to catch up, and with a snort, the two swords turned into four pieces, as if they were paper flowers that had been cut; before people could realize what was happening, a large spear several feet long whistled again; the meridian sword whistled even better, and it swung like a cheer, and the speed was not half a minute slower.

Snatching two sections, an ancient mirror was brilliant and was cut into two pieces of rotten iron; a black umbrella was cut open and fell with the wind like a black curtain covering the sky; a fierce and hideous mace was smashed down on the head and split into two brooms; no matter what treasure, no matter who it is, no matter what magical power, no matter what beast, it cannot be one of them. The meridian sword is like a traveler looking at the mountain and climbing, step by step, one sword and one kill, one style and one person, roaring.

With a cheerful hiss, a curtain of light stretched through the air, killing all the way, rushing straight in front of another resentful dragon, slashing through.

Everything vanished in exchange for a bright future.

Resolute, tenacious, tough, cold, indestructible, indestructible!

Breaking a hundred swords and cutting hundreds of people, spanning millions of miles, the rumored scene truthfully reappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Good sword!" Yanshan Ancestor cheered loudly, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he asked in admiration: "What kind of sword is this?"

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked. ”

Mr. Big smiled casually, with a little worry in his eyes, and said, "This is the apprentice's swordsmanship. ”

Zeng remembered the bank of the Qing River, Xiao Shisanlang's unintentional words, let Mr. Da meditate for three days before waking up, since then, his kendo has been sublimated, and his heart has shown love and pity for Shisanlang, and he has increased his gratitude. Regardless of whether Thirteen Lang himself understood the meaning of that sentence, no matter where he heard it, Mr. Big knew in his heart that he owed him a favor.

When they reach their realm, every step forward is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and the reason why those monks who can't make an inch of ascetic cultivation wanders the world is looking for opportunities.

"Xiao Shisanlang?"

The Old Ancestor of Yanshan was stunned, and then understood Mr. Big's worries, his eyes flashed, and he said in a cold voice: "If something happens to him, the old man swears in the name of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor, all the Luosang monks here will not be able to live!"

Under the war, as the backbone of the whole army, no matter how worried Mr. Big and Yan Shan are, they need to focus on the overall situation and ignore the safety of Shisanlang. Yan Shan's words were undoubtedly a warning to everyone, not only against the demon hunters, but even the demon cultivators.

The east and west sides began to move, and thunder also fell from the sky in the south, unlike those two killing swords, the south was a real thunder.

Thunder such as the king came into the world, thunder into the five fingers to open the sky, thunder such as cold snow shrouded the earth, more Buddha such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, the road number reciting washes the mind, the glazed canopy, almost can cover the day.

"What are the four star fields, summoning the things of the netherworld to refine the blood spirit demons, and the evil things dare to appear in the world, how can this seat tolerate you. ”

As soon as the words fell, thunderclouds rose in the sky, and the four thunderbolts of red, blue, black and white fell in the sky, smashing down with the anger and majesty of all demons.

Under the thunder in the sky, the blood ball that had not yet shown its power felt a deadly threat, and without waiting for the manipulator's order, it exploded on its own, turning into thousands of blood butterflies, and fled in all directions.

The rich and substantial bloody aura emanated, and the demon hunters around the blood ball screamed in unison, as if half of their souls had been taken away, and their bodies trembled. Many of the monks under the cultivation looked instantly strained, and their bodies fell from the air with a soft fall, and they fell into a coma and did not know what to do.

"Sure enough, it's a purgatory demon! As long as this thing escapes a little, the Demon Spirit Continent will be in endless trouble;

Remembering the Divine Thunder!

The Five Thunder Venerable's face was like frost, and in a sneer, his ten fingers flicked in succession, and the chains of thunder shuttled uncertainly, instantly catching up with the red butterflies one by one, turning them into nothingness.

Whether it is blood evil or demon evil, there is an indelible fear of heavenly thunder, such as monks who practice this kind of exercise, when they encounter a thunder cultivator with a similar realm, they will lose thirty percent of their combat power out of thin air. The origin of this blood cell is extremely extraordinary, and there is no reason for ordinary god monks to be spared when they encounter it; unfortunately, it is not only Lei Xiu who shoots at it, but also the top master with the title of Five Thunder Venerable, whether it is the practice or the realm, it is far inferior, and life is restrained to death.

What's even more unfortunate is that although it seems to be extremely wise, it doesn't incarnate with the five thunders at all, but there is no time for a group of monks and Taoists to appear around, all kinds of Buddhism, Taoism, and mantras, and the Buddha's light is full of green light, which is something that demons and evil spirits do not want to touch.

A generation of murderous creatures, before they had time to show their power, was destroyed under the bombardment of countless supernatural powers and thunder, and none of the thousands of red butterflies escaped, all turned into nothingness.

The three sides thundered, how could the north lag behind, and the earth began to shake at some point, like countless giants running and trampling in people's hearts. Before I could understand what was happening, a cloud suddenly appeared in the distance, no, it was a wall of clouds.

"Roar!"

No one shouted slogans from the Kaba clan, only thousands of roars echoed at the same time, gathering into a roar that gathered the aspirations of hundreds of millions of people.

Boom! Piece by piece, lined up on a wall, countless tall and majestic figures appeared in the distance, and countless giant beasts with fangs began to run, causing a momentum that made the entire mountain of gold tremble.

Mountain Barbarian Giant Elephant, a whole hundred Mountain Barbarian Giant Elephants with a body size like a small mountain!

The mountain barbarian giant elephant is a kind of monster beast that the Kaba people like to breed the most, with thick skin and thick flesh, huge body, and extremely gentle temperament.

Aside from their weight and brute strength, they had little decent attack, and they had little defense, other than the half-foot-thick layer of skin.

The weight of an adult mountain barbarian...... About eighty tons.

When the mountain barbarian at the head was particularly huge, when it swept all the way past the core altar of the Douzhuan Great Array, I didn't know where it was uncomfortable, and it was not very pleasing to the eye when it looked at the high platform, so I raised my leg and kicked it gently.

Rumble!

The boulder flew into the air, and countless runes exploded around, stirring up layers of ripples, and countless demons and demons around them would stagger, unable to stand up straight at all.

A demon general fought back, his arms turning into sharp claws, and thrust into the eyes of the mountain man.

He's smart, but not smart enough.

Shanman only made two movements, closed his eyes, and then shook his head. The demon general who was more than a foot tall didn't even make a sound before he rolled up and flew out, and his body turned into a mess of mud.

A huge hoof, three turns larger than the water tank, fell, poof......

Well, Shanman doesn't have much attack power, it's kind.

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...... (To be continued.) )